कृपया ऊपर दिए गए स्टार रेटिंग का उपयोग कर इस कहानी को अपनी रेटिंग दे!
ख़ास धन्यवाद: हम धन्यवाद करना चाहते हैGitanjali Paruah जी का जिन्होंने छोटी मगर इतनी ज़बरदस्त कहानी लिख कर हमें दी. जितनी सुन्दर उन्होंने इस कहानी को इंग्लिश में लिखा है, हमने अपनी तरफ से प्रयास किया है कि हिंदी में भी उतनी ही प्रभावशाली कहानी लगे, पर कोई कमी रह गयी हो तो पाठको और गीतांजलि जी से क्षमा चाहते है.
मेरी गर्लफ्रेंड थी वो. पर मैंने उसे उस दिन उसके बेस्ट फ्रेंड की बांहों में देखा. उसका बेस्ट फ्रेंड एक आदमी था. मुझे इस बात से कोई समस्या भी नहीं थी. कम से कम उस दिन तक तो नहीं. वो दोनों किसी दो दोस्त की तरह हाथ पकडे हुए अवस्था में नहीं थे. उन दोनों के बीच उससे कुछ ज्यादा चल रहा था.
मैं वहां उस लड़की को डेट पर ले जाने के लिए उस दिन उसके घर गया हुआ था. इसलिए मैं सीधा उसके कमरे की ओर बढ़ गया था. कमरे से कुछ आवाज़े आ रही थी. और मैंने उन दोनों को दरवाज़े के की-होल से देखा था. वो बेहद हॉट ड्रेस पहनी हुई थी और वो लड़का जॉगिंग करके वापस ही आया था. उसने जॉगिंग के शॉर्ट्स पहने हुए थे, और मेरी गर्लफ्रेंड ने ऊँची हील्स और सेक्सी टूब टॉप. कमरे के बाहर तक मुझे उसकी परफ्यूम की खुशबू आ रही थी.
देख कर लग रहा था कि दोनों किस कर रहे थे. पर उस छोटे से छेद से देखते हुए मैं निश्चित होकर नहीं कह सकता था. और वो मुझे बताना भी नहीं चाहती थी. डेट पर रेस्टोरेंट में मैंने उससे पूछा भी. पर उसने मुझे यह कह कर चुप करा दिया कि मैं कोरी कल्पना कर रहा हूँ. मैं इतना असुरक्षित क्यों महसूस करता हूँ इस रिश्ते में? उसने मुझसे पूछा. कोई ऐसी वैसी बात नहीं है, उसने मुझे दिलासा दिया. वो लड़का घर में कुछ सामान लेने आया था पर मेरी आँखों में कुछ गिर गया था, जिसे वो फूंक कर निकाल रहा था. कम से कम ऐसी कहानी मेरी गर्लफ्रेंड ने मुझे सुनाई.
ये बात पिछले हफ्ते की थी. और कल? कल उसने मुझसे अपना रिश्ता तोड़ लिया. उसने मुझे बताया भी कि वो ऐसा क्यों कर रही है. मैं एक आदमी के रूप में उसके लिया नाकाफी था. मैं बहुत ही भावुक और कद में छोटा था, उसने मुझे बताया. इन बातों को लेकर भी कभी कोई रिश्ता तोड़ता है? मैं उसी की आँखों के सामने रोने लगा. अब बंद भी करो रोना. ओह गॉड! तुम भी न पूरे सिस्स… , वो कहते कहते रुक गयी. वो मुझे सिस्सी (Sissy) या नामर्द कहने वाली थी. वो शायद गलत भी न थी.
हम दोनों में वो हमेशा मुझसे हर बात में आगे रहती थी. हील पहनकर वो मुझसे ऊँची भी लगती थी. मैं उससे हमेशा कहता था कि वो इतनी ऊँची हील न पहने, पर अपनी जिद पर अड़ कर हमेशा मुझसे ऊँची दिखना उसे पसंद था शायद. मुझ पर जैसे अपना रौब चला कर उसे कुछ अजीब सी ख़ुशी मिलती थी. उसके प्रभावशाली व्यक्तित्व से मैं हमेशा प्रभावित रहता था, पर मुझे नहीं पता था कि उसे ऐसा आदमी चाहिए था जो उसी की तरह का व्यक्तित्व वाला हो. और मैं वैसा कभी नहीं बन सकता था. Continue reading “पहली बार”→
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She was my girlfriend. Except that I saw her in the arms of her best friend. And her best friend was a male. I always had a problem with that. But I had never felt threatened. Not until now. It was not casual hand holding. It was nothing short of intimate.
I was supposed to pick her up for a date. So I had gone to her room. I had heard noises. And I had peeked through the key hole. She was in a hot dress and he had just come back from a jog. She was in a tight sleeveless top and a tube mini bottom. He was in shorts and a cut unisex tee. She was in high heels. He was barefoot. He always jogged barefoot as I would learn later from him. I could smell her perfume through the keyhole. He was sweating after a jog.
It looked like they were kissing. But I could not make out. She wouldn’t tell me when I asked her after we had gone on the date. She shushed me saying it was nothing and I was imagining. Why was I so insecure, she asked. It was nothing, she said. He had come to pick up something and she had something fall into her eyes. And he had blown her eyes. Or so she said.
This had happened last week. Yesterday, she had dumped me. And she had told me why. I wasn’t man enough for her. I was too short and too soft for her, she said. My eyes welled up. Before I realized it, she had seen it. Are you about to cry? For God’s sake! I knew it, you ARE a sis…, she held herself back. I desperately bit back my tears for fear of looking unmanly, the irony was all but lost on me. Continue reading “First Time”→
The pages in the calendar in that room were blowing in the wind. The calendar read year 1995. There was some disturbance in that room, indicating the presence of someone. In that room, a boy was in a deep sleep in his bed. But the strange sound of the unknown presence broke his sleep. He got terrified. His mom and dad were supposed to be away from the town for the next two days. So, who could that be?
More than the presence of any stranger, he was afraid of getting caught. Somehow, he gathered the courage to peep out of his linen under which he was hiding. He saw a woman, who must be between 35-40 years of age, sitting in a chair in front of his bed. She was going through a woman’s magazine named Griha Shobha , usually read by house wives in India. She had crossed her long legs. She was wearing a saree and its pleats were flowing very beautifully from below her waist to her ankles. She was wearing high heel sandals. She must have come from out of town. The boy thought, as he looked at her, because no one in his home owned sandals like this. Any 14 year old boy would find a curvy woman like her to be very attractive, and he was no exception. But the woman caught him peeping through his bed covers. She looked directly into his eyes. He was going to get caught today. There was no escape for him.
“So, you like to read women’s magazine?”, she looked into his eyes from a distance and said. She had a mischievous smile on her face.
“That magazine is not mine!”, the boy refuted. He wanted to avoid the blame of reading women’s magazine.
She smiled at him as if she didn’t believe a word of what he said. Her face seemed very familiar to him, but he had never seen her before. Might she be one of his father’s distant relative? If that’s the case, mom and dad must have come back as well. He thought. The fear of getting caught made his heart beat faster. “Who are you, aunty?”, he asked hesitantly.
“Aunty?”, she said in a dramatic way, “Come on! You could have at least called me something like an elder sister. I am not too old, you know?”, she said while putting away the magazine on the side table as if she is annoyed being called an aunty. “Anyway, if you say aunty, I will be your aunty”. Aunty straightened her legs, tried to pull together her saree pleats, and then, she used her fingers to cover her lovely bosom with her saree and got up. The boy was now really clueless. For him, he is in the habit of calling any woman aunty who is 35 years or older.
Aunty got up and started walking towards him. She was very good at wearing saree as he could see from the perfect equal spaced pleats that were pinned to her shoulder. She pulled her saree pallu’s end with one hand, brought it to the front on her lap before she sat next to him on his bed. “At your age, I would expect boys to hide adult magazines under their bed. But you are hiding Griha Shobha? That’s unusual!”, she made naughty expressions with her eyes as she said these words as if she knew his secret. She was really close to him now. He was afraid, but he couldn’t move his eyes away from aunty’s sexy waist wrapped in a very beautiful saree. Afterall, this view was right in front of his eyes.
The boy didn’t want the truth to come out, so he decided to lie instead. He said, “Those magazines also have sexy stories. And I like reading sexy stories.” He was willing to lie about reading sexy stories to an older woman. He must have a big secret to hide, otherwise no boy would dare to say something like this.
“Oh, is that so? So, that’s why you brought Bridal special edition of the magazine? I have gone through all the sexy stories in that magazine. ‘How to do solah shringar?’, ‘Lehenga or Saree: What to wear for your wedding?’, ‘Bridal costumes from different states of India’. That whole magazine is filled with articles like these, and the pictures of brides and women in sarees. I didn’t see any sexy story.”, aunty caught his lie.
Now, he got really terrified. What will he do if this strange mysterious aunty tells everything to his mom? Aunty had something more planned. She slid her hands below the mattress of his bed, and pulled something out. “So, let’s see what else you are hiding!”, she said.
When she pulled her hand out, there was a saree in her hand. She opened and looked at the saree uninterestingly. “It looks really cheap. I will never wear anything like this. Who did you buy this for? And how much did you pay for this?”, aunty asked him as she got closer to his face. She was wearing a perfume, with a mesmerizing fragrance. He had never smelled anything like that in his life. He was caught in that fragrance for a few seconds before he could utter anything.
“I paid Rs.100 for this. Please, don’t tell about this to anyone.”, he begged to the stranger lady.
“OK! I won’t tell anyone”, she laughed and said, “But are you going to get out of your covers on your own or should I pull it myself?”
He responded no by shaking his head, but aunty pulled his covers very quickly. Her numerous bangles made a tinkling sound as she did it. The boy didn’t know what he could do now. His secret was out. He had been sleeping wearing his mother’s saree and blouse. He was caught!
“Hey, what’s there to be shy of? You like wearing sarees, right? So do I”, she had a mischievous smile as she said this. “Oh god! It’s really hot in this room”, she said. She pulled her bra strap on one side and pushed it inside her blouse. Then, she slid her fingers inside her blouse from the front below her bra band. She was probably fixing her bra. “Oh boy, I am sweating a lot. I don’t know whether I have grown fat or my bra has shrunk. What do you think? Do I look fat to you?”, aunty asked the boy. She really teased him with her bra stunt.
The boy was already ashamed after getting caught. And now, this aunty was talking about things he dare not speak about. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that this aunty was slightly fat but she was extremely hot. She was a busty woman, had bigger breasts which filled her blouse perfectly. One could see her cleavage through the deep neck of her blouse behind the saree. The blouse back was deeper. In fact, it was so deep that he had never seen such a style ever on any woman. But the fluffy back looked sexy on her. Her dark lipstick made her lips look really luscious. If anyone at his home had any lipstick like that, he would definitely have tried that.
“Boy! You haven’t even said a word for so long. Anyway, what will you know about the discomfort of wearing a bra in a hot weather? You aren’t wearing any inside your blouse. All you have is two tiny socks in it. Do you like it?”, she started laughing looking at his face.
The boy was turning red with shame. Who could this mysterious aunty be? He was still afraid that she might reveal his secret to his mother. And if she doesn’t, who knows what she would want him to do in exchange? He kept wondering.
“Aunty, I am sorry but I don’t know you. Who are you?”, he finally gathered the courage to ask this question once more.
“Huh? You yourself said that I am your aunty. So, what’s there to ask? Don’t worry, you will know me better in a few years time.”, she said with a smile. He still felt that aunty’s face looks very familiar but he still had no idea who this mysterious woman was. Nonetheless, she looked fabulous in her saree. Her saree’s design was refreshingly new. He had never seen anything like it. And she was looking fashionable in her colorful bangles. Yet, he was still afraid of what lies ahead as his secret of crossdressing was out.
Aunty must have read his fear from his face. She said, “Don’t fear dear. I am not going to tell anyone about this. You like wearing sarees, isn’t it? Now, look at my saree and tell me how does it look on me? You can touch it if you want.” Aunty gave her pallu in his hand to feel the soft fabric of her saree.
“You really won’t tell anyone?”, he said. At the same time, he felt he is in heaven when he touched aunty’s super soft and silky saree pallu. “Yes dear, I promise I won’t tell anyone. And if you want, I can teach you how to wear a saree properly.”, aunty said as she touched his face with her hands. She then spread her pallu and let it fall all over boy’s head. His face was now covered under the lovely and beautifully designed pallu.
The boy smiled with excitement. He loved the touch of this feminine pleasure. His eyes were now shining with joy. He said, “Aunty, your saree is really beautiful, and you are a very beautiful woman too. I can feel the silky touch of your saree. I want to learn how to properly wear a saree like you do. Will you teach me, please?”
Aunty smiled with a lot of love in her face. And she said, “Yes, I will definitely teach you. But to look good in a saree, you have to get into a proper feminine shape. Those two socks won’t do the job. Do you see how big my breasts are?”. She pulled up her saree that was covering her bosom to show him her blouse. Her beautiful navel was now visible, and so were the twin soft looking but firm and sexy breasts that filled her blouse cups perfectly.
The boy looked at those and said, “Ok, Aunty. But can I touch those so that I have an idea of how big a shape I need to make?” His one hand started moving towards aunty’s blouse.
Aunty quickly snapped at his approaching hand, “Shameless boy! Don’t you know how to treat a woman? You should always respect women. Don’t ever forget that. Understood?”. She was not really angry but she reprimanded him with her eyes. The boy shook his head in affirmation.
“Come! Now, let me teach you how to wear a saree.”, she said as she took his hand and got him down his bed. He looked at her glass bangles as she held his hand. He stood up from his bed happily.
The boy had somehow wrapped that saree around his body in a haphazard manner. He had no clue how to do it correctly. But aunty taught him with real love and attention things like how to make saree pleats and where to affix pins. And in a short moment, he was now ready in a perfectly draped saree.
“Aunty, you are not only a beautiful woman but you are really lovely too. But please tell me the truth. Do I look beautiful in this saree?”, he asked aunty. “Yes, my dear son. You are looking very beautiful like a fairy.”, she bent a little forward to hold the boy’s hand between her hands with affection. She then hugged him with love and covered him with her pallu around him. The boy was shorter than aunty and his head rested on aunty’s bosom. With his face between her breasts, he felt the love aunty was showering on him.
“Dear, it’s time for me to leave now. Don’t forget to change your clothes before anyone else comes back home. And take care of yourself.”, she said with a lot of love in her eyes. She winked at him and started leaving. Before the boy could say anything, aunty’s soft saree pallu slipped through his hands. He rushed behind her to the next room to stop her. But aunty was gone.
He kept looking for her but couldn’t find her anywhere. It was really strange because all the doors in his house were locked from inside. Where could aunty vanish? This could not have been a dream, because aunty draped the saree he was wearing. For the first time, he had worn it so well. There was no way this could be a dream. One thing he knew for sure, aunty’s image was etched in his heart forever. “One day when I grow older, I will become like aunty. I will wear saree, blouse and bangles the way she did. I will do anything to be like her.”, he thought and started looking at himself in the mirror as he played with his pallu the way aunty would do. And after a little while, he tried to walk like aunty and reached up to his diary. He opened the page for today’s date and wrote one word in it, “Aunty”.
“Where did you go all dressed up dear?”, some woman asked aunty as soon as she came out of a tiny mechanical cabin in some room. “Oh I went back to the time when I was 14 years old. It was fun.”, aunty said as she removed her shoulder pin to free her pallu from the saree blouse.
“I am sure you must have been a really sweet boy at that age. I would like to meet that boy too. But your friends are about to visit us home soon, you better get dressed as a man.”, the other woman hugged and kissed aunty on her neck. Aunty was now ready to become the man. Aunty unwrapped her saree and put it on the table on the side of a very old diary. The page that was open in that diary said, “Aunty”.
कमरे में एक कैलेंडर टंगा हुआ था जिसमे साल १९९५ लिखा हुआ था| उस कमरे में किसी की हलचल की आवाज़ आ रही थी| वो लड़का बेहद गहरी नींद में था पर आवाज़ सुन उसकी नींद खुल गयी और वो बहुत घबरा गया| मम्मी पापा तो अगले दो दिन के लिए शहर से बाहर थे| तो कौन हो सकता था? सबसे ज्यादा डर तो उसे पकड़े जाने का था| किसी तरह हिम्मत करके उसने अपनी चादर से बाहर झाँका| एक ३५-४० साल की औरत उसके बिस्तर के सामने एक कुर्सी पे बैठी गृहशोभा मैगज़ीन के पन्ने पलट रही थी| उसने अपनी टाँगे एक पर एक रखी हुई थी जिस पर उसकी साड़ी की प्लेट उसकी कमर से होती हुई नीचे किसी फूल की तरह खिल कर खुल रही थी| उसने काफी ऊँची हील की सैंडल पहन कर रखी थी| ज़रूर कोई बाहर से आई है| लड़के ने सोचा क्योंकि उसके घर में किसी के पास भी ऐसी सैंडल नहीं थी| किसी भी १४ साल के लड़के को ऐसी औरत बेहद आकर्षक लग सकती है, उस लड़के को भी लगी| चादर से झांकते हुए उस औरत ने लड़के को देख लिया था| आज तो वो पक्का पकड़ा जायेगा|
“तो तुम्हे औरतों की किताबें पढना बेहद पसंद है? ”, उस औरत ने उस लड़के की ओर देख कर कहा| उस औरत के चेहरे पर बड़ी शरारती मुस्कान थी|
“मेरी नहीं है|”, लड़के ने चादर के अन्दर से ही कहा| वो इस आरोप को नकारना चाहता था|
वो औरत मुस्कुरा दी जैसे उसे लड़के की बात पर विश्वास ही न हो| उस औरत का चेहरा लड़के को जाना पहचाना सा लग रहा था पर उसने कभी पहले उन्हें देखा नहीं था| कहीं पापा की कोई रिश्तेदार तो नहीं आ गयी? हो सकता है मम्मी पापा भी आये हो साथ| उसके दिल की धड़कने और बढ़ गयी| “आप कौन है आंटी?“, लड़के ने घबराते हुए पूछा|
“आंटी?“, औरत ने बड़े नाटकीय अंदाज़ में कहा, “हाय रे लड़के, कम से कम दीदी ही कह दिया होता| इतनी उम्र भी नहीं है मेरी|” उसने गृहशोभा को किनारे रखते हुए बोली, “चल मैं तेरे लिए आंटी ही सही!” कुर्सी पर आंटी ने अपने पैर सीधे कर अपनी साड़ी की प्लेट ठीक की, और फिर अपनी साड़ी को हाथ से सुधारते हुए अपने ब्लाउज को साड़ी से ढकते हुए उठ खड़ी हुई| लड़का सोच में पड़ गया| अब ३५-४० साल की औरत तो उसके लिए आंटी ही हुई न?
अपनी साड़ी के बेहद सलीके से की हुई, बिलकुल नपी-तुली बराबर प्लेट की हुई पल्लू को एक हाथ से पकड़ कर वह उस लड़के के बगल में आकर बैठ गयी| “तेरी उम्र के लड़के अपने बिस्तर के नीचे छुपाकर अश्लील मैगज़ीन रखते है और तूने गृहशोभा छुपा रखा है? ” आंटी ने आँखें मटकाते हुए लड़के से कहा| कितने पास आ गयी थी अब आंटी| लड़के को डर भी लग रहा था पर वह आंटी की बेहद ही सुन्दर साड़ी में लिपटी खुली कमर से नज़रे न हटा पाया आखिर उसकी आँखों के ठीक सामने थी|
लड़के ने सोचा असलियत सामने न आ जाए इसलिए उसने झूठ का सहारा लिया, “उस मैगज़ीन में सेक्सी कहानियां भी है! मुझे सेक्सी कहानियाँ बड़ी पसंद है|” कोई लड़का अपना एक राज़ छुपाने के लिए आंटी से सेक्सी कहानी पढने का झूठ बोलने की हिम्मत करे, तो सोचो उसका राज़ कितना गहरा होगा|
“अच्छा जी? दुल्हन स्पेशल अंक में सेक्सी कहानियाँ? मैं देख चुकी हूँ सारी सेक्सी कहानियाँ उसमे| ‘दुल्हन का सोलह श्रृंगार’, ‘शादी में लहंगा पहने या साड़ी?’, ‘विभिन्न राज्यों की दुल्हन की पोशाक’| पूरी मैगज़ीन में सिर्फ दुल्हनो की फोटो है और साड़ियों की, मुझे तो एक भी सेक्सी कहानी नहीं दिखी उसमे|” आंटी ने उसका झूठ पकड़ लिया|
लड़का बेहद डर गया| अब क्या करेगा वो यदि इस अनजान आंटी ने मम्मी को कुछ बता दिया तो? आंटी ने लड़के के गद्दे के नीचे हाथ डाला और कुछ निकालती हुई बोली, “हाय दईया, ये क्या है?”
आंटी ने जब हाथ बाहर निकाला तो उनके हाथ में एक साड़ी थी| आंटी ने अपने हाथों से उस साड़ी को उल्टा पलटा कर खोल कर देखने लगी| “बेहद सस्ती साड़ी दिख रही है| मैं तो कभी न पहनूंगी ऐसी साड़ी| किसके लिए खरीदी तुमने? और कितने में खरीदी है?“, आंटी लड़के के चेहरे के पास आते हुए बोली| आंटी ने जो पर्फुम लगा रखा था, बेहद ही बढ़िया खुशबु थी उसकी| लड़के का ध्यान कुछ देर उनकी खुशबू पर चला गया|
“१०० रुपये में ख़रीदा है | पर प्लीज़ किसी को मत बताना|”, लड़के ने डरे सहमे कहा|
“नहीं बताऊंगी”, आंटी हँसते हुए बोली, “पर अब तू चादर से बाहर निकलेगा या मैं ही खिंच दूं|”
लड़के ने ना में सिर हिलाया तो उस आंटी ने झट से चादर खिंच दी| उनकी चूड़ियाँ खनक उठी| लड़के को समझ न आया कि वो अब क्या करे| उसकी असलियत सामने आ गयी थी| उसने अपनी माँ की साड़ी और ब्लाउज पहन रखा था|
“अरे शरमाता क्यों है? तुझे साड़ी पहनना बहुत पसंद है न? मुझे भी पसंद है|”, आंटी हँसते हुए बोली| “उफ़ कितनी गर्मी है यहाँ|”, कहते हुए आंटी ने अपनी ब्रा की स्ट्रैप को खिंच कर ब्लाउज के अन्दर किया| उसके बाद सामने से अपने स्तनों के नीचे से ब्लाउज में उँगलियाँ डालती हुई शायद ब्रा को ठीक करने लगी| “बड़ा पसीना आ रहा है, और पता नहीं कि मैं मोटी हो गयी हूँ या मेरी ब्रा छोटी हो गयी है| तुझे क्या लगता है? मैं मोटी हूँ?“, आंटी ने लड़के से कहा|
लड़का तो वैसे ही शर्म से पानी पानी हो रहा था| और यह आंटी ऐसी बातें कर रही थी कि उसके मुंह से कोई जवाब नहीं निकल सकता था| इस शर्म के बीच भी वो ये भूल नहीं सकता था कि आंटी थोड़ी सी मोटी ज़रूर थी पर हॉट भी बहुत थी| उनके बड़े से स्तन बिलकुल टाइट ब्लाउज में फिट थे| सामने से ब्लाउज की गहराई में उनकी साड़ी के पीछे स्तनों को देखा जा सकता था| और फिर उनके ब्लाउज की पीठ में इतना बड़ा कट उसने पहले कभी ये स्टाइल नहीं देखा था| आंटी की भरी हुई पीठ सेक्सी लग रही थी| और उनके होंठो पर गहरे रंग की लिपस्टिक बेहद आकर्षक लग रही थी| लड़के के घर में ऐसी लिपस्टिक होती तो वो ज़रूर लगता|
“तू तो कुछ बोलता नहीं है| तुझे क्या पता ब्रा के बारे में| तू तो सिर्फ ब्लाउज पहना हुआ है| वो भी २ सॉक्स भर के!”, आंटी जोर से हंसने लगी|
लड़का और शर्म से पानी पानी हो गया| पता नहीं कौन आंटी है यह? वो अभी भी डर रहा था कि यह आंटी मम्मी से न कह दे| और न भी कहे तो पता नहीं मुझसे बदले में क्या कराएगी| लड़का कुछ देर सोचता रहा|
“आंटी, आप कौन है?”, लड़के ने फिर से पूछ ही लिया|
“तूने ही तो कहा कि मैं तेरी आंटी हूँ| और अब पूछता है कि मैं कौन हूँ| चिंता न कर, कुछ सालों में तू मुझे बड़ी अच्छी तरह से जान जायेगा!”, आंटी हँसते हुए बोली| आंटी का चेहरा अब भी जाना पहचाना लग रहा था पर लड़के को पता न था कौन है वो| जो भी थी बेहद खुबसूरत लग रही थी उस साड़ी में| बिलकुल नयी तरह की साड़ी थी| और उनकी रंग बिरंगी चमकीली चूड़ियाँ भी बड़ी फैशनेबल लग रही थी| फिर भी लड़का डरा हुआ था|
“डर मत| मैं किसी को नहीं बताऊंगी तेरे बारे में| तुझे साड़ी पसंद है न? यह बता मेरी साड़ी कैसी लग रही है? छूकर देख और बता!”, आंटी ने अपनी साड़ी का पल्लू उसके हाथ में पकडाते हुए पूछा|
“आप सचमुच किसी को बताओगी नहीं न?”, लड़के ने पूछा| आंटी की साड़ी का मखमली पल्लू छूकर तो जैसे उसे स्वर्ग मिल गया| “अरे बाबा| नहीं बताऊंगी| तू बोले तो तुझे साड़ी पहनना सिखा कर जाऊंगी”, आंटी ने अपना हाथ उसके चेहरे पे लगाते हुए कहा| फिर अपने पल्लू को अपने हाथो से फैलाकर लड़के को अपने पल्लू से ढक दी|
लड़का ख़ुशी से मुस्कुरा दिया| और बोला, “बहुत सुन्दर साड़ी है आपकी, आंटी| छूने से मखमली एहसास मिलता है| मैं भी आपके जैसे अच्छी तरह साड़ी पहनना सीखना चाहता हूँ| आंटी, आप मुझे पक्का सिखाओगी?”
आंटी बेहद प्यार से मुस्कुरा दी| और बोली, “हाँ, पक्का सिखाऊंगी| पर साड़ी में अच्छे दिखने के लिए शरीर का आकार भी सुधारना पड़ता है| ब्लाउज में केवल २ सॉक्स से काम नहीं चलेगा| मेरे स्तन देख रहा है कितने बड़े है?”, आंटी ने अपना पल्लू उठाकर अपना ब्लाउज दिखाते हुए बोली| ब्लाउज की कटोरियों में आंटी के दोनों स्तन बेहद ही सुडोल और सेक्सी लग रहे थे|
लड़के ने फिर कहा, “ठीक है आंटी| पर मैं उन्हें छूकर देखू तो मुझे अंदाज़ा हो जायेगा कि मुझे कैसा आकार बनाना है|” उसने अपना हाथ आंटी के ब्लाउज की तरफ बढ़ा दिया|
आंटी ने झट से उसका हाथ हटाया और बोली, “धत, बेशर्म! तुझे पता नहीं है कि औरतों से कैसे पेश आते है? औरतों की हमेशा इज्ज़त करना ज़रूरी है| समझा? कभी भूलना नहीं!” आंटी नाराज़ तो न थी पर उनकी आँखों में नाटकीयता थी| लड़के ने हाँ में सिर हिलाया|
“चल तुझे साड़ी पहनना सिखाती हूँ|”, आंटी ने लड़के का हाथ पकड़ कर उसे बिस्तर से उतारा | आंटी के हाथ की कांच की चूड़ियाँ उसे बेहद अच्छी लग रही थी| लड़का बेहद ख़ुशी से आंटी के साथ बिस्तर से उठ खड़ा हुआ|
लड़के ने बस किसी तरह साड़ी को अपने तन पर लपेट रखा था| आंटी ने उसे बड़े प्यार से सिखाया की प्लेट कैसे बनायीं जाती है और पिन कहाँ लगाना है| कुछ ही देर में आंटी ने लड़के को साड़ी में तैयार कर दी|
“आंटी, आप बेहद खुबसूरत है और प्यारी भी| पर अब सच बताना मैं सुन्दर लग रहा हूँ न?”, लड़के ने पूछा| “हाँ बेटा, तू बहुत सुन्दर लग रहा है|” आंटी ने उसका सिर प्यार से हाथो में पकड़ कर अपने सीने से लगा लिया और अपने आँचल में ढक लिया| लड़के को उनके कोमल स्तनों के बीच बेहद प्यार महसूस हुआ|
“अच्छा, अब मैं चलती हूँ| किसी के आने के पहले कपडे बदल लेना| अपना ध्यान रखना!”, आंटी ने बहुत ही प्यार से कहा और बाहर के कमरे की ओर जाने लगी| लड़का इसके पहले कुछ कह पाता, आंटी का मखमली पल्लू उसके हाथ से फिसल कर चला गया| अगले कमरे में बस एक पल बाद पहुंचा तो आंटी गायब थी|
वो आंटी को ढूंढता रहा पर वो मिली नहीं| घर के सारे दरवाज़े भीतर से बंद थे| पता नहीं कहाँ गायब हो गयी आंटी? सपना तो नहीं था ये, क्योंकि आंटी उसे साड़ी पहना कर गयी है| पहली बार इतनी अच्छी तरह से साड़ी पहना था वह| यह सपना तो नहीं हो सकता था| उन आंटी की तस्वीर उसके दिल में हमेशा के लिए बस गयी थी| “बड़ा होकर मैं भी आंटी की तरह बनूँगा| उनकी तरह साड़ी ब्लाउज चूड़ियाँ पहनूंगा| उनकी तरह दिखने के लिए मैं कुछ भी करूंगा|”, सोचकर लड़का शीशे में खुद को देखकर उन आंटी की तरह पल्लू को पकड़ कर खेलने लगा| फिर थोड़ी देर बाद आंटी की तरह मटकते हुए चलकर वो अपनी डायरी में आज की तारीख के पन्ने पर एक शब्द लिखा, “आंटी”|
“कहाँ गए थे आज यूँ सज धज के?”, आंटी जैसे ही एक छोटे से मशीनी कमरे से बाहर निकली तो किसी दूसरी औरत ने पूछा| “कुछ नहीं, बस सोचा कि आज अपने १४ साल की उम्र के समय में होकर आता हूँ| बड़ा मज़ा आया|”, आंटी ने साड़ी का पिन खोलकर पल्लू उतारते हुए कहा|
“मुझे यकिन है बेहद ही स्वीट रहे होगे उस उम्र में तुम| मैं भी मिलना चाहूंगी कभी| पर अभी तुम्हारे दोस्त आने वाले है, अब ज़रा आदमी रूप में आ जाओ|”, उस औरत ने आंटी को गले लगा कर गर्दन पर एक किस दिया| आंटी अब आदमी बनने को तैयार थी| आंटी ने अपनी साड़ी उतार कर एक टेबल पर रखी जिस पर एक बड़ी पुरानी डायरी रखी हुई थी जिसका एक पन्ना खुला था और उस पर “आंटी” लिखा हुआ था|
Story so far:Sumati is the brains behind Indian Ladies Club where men from all walks of life gather together to become the woman of their dreams. Sumati is assisted by her very good lovely friend Anjali in setting up her apartment for the ILC meeting. Madhurima, the senior most member of the club joins them to manage the special event.
Tonight all the “ladies” at ILC had gathered here to welcome a new member Anvesha. Soon after the welcome ceremony when Anvesha was transformed into a princess, Madhurima announced that Sumati is going to be married soon. Thus, ILC meet ups won’t happen until they find a new place. Anvesha went to a late-night party with a few ladies of the club, along with Sasha and Soha. Next morning, when they woke up, Sumati realized she had soft breasts and long hair. Anvesha was about to experience the same thing. They thought they are turning crazy. But it was just the beginning and the day had a lot more surprises for them.
Sumati couldn’t believe what had happened to her. She touched her breasts with her hands without looking at it. They were real and soft. “Oh my god! Am I a woman now?”, she thought to herself. She then touched her long hair and pulled it in front of her face. “This is so real! My hair is so long. It’s not a wig. Please someone tell me that I am dreaming.” But there was no one there to tell her that she is dreaming. She panicked.
There was a silk gown lying next to her on the bed. She quickly wrapped it over her body. She didn’t wanna look at her body. She was so terrified. There was no doubt that she was a crossdresser who loved to dress up as a woman in fancy chiffon sarees and churidaars, but becoming a woman will turn her world upside down. Her fear was justified.
Ding Dong! The door bell rang. “No!!! Who can that be this early in the morning?”. Sumati didn’t want anyone to see her like this. She thought she would quickly change into her male night dress. She went to her closet where she would keep all her night dresses and pajamas. When she opened the closet, she was frozen. All her male clothes had disappeared. There were only women’s nightwear like nighties, long gowns, satin pajamas, and sexy revealing lingeries. Ding Dong! The door bell rang again. Sumati suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head.
When Anvesha woke up, she felt a terrible hangover from last night’s drinking. She realized that she felt something different about her body. Her arm was over another body lying next to her. From the back of another person, she noticed the halter neck blouse and the petticoat. “Of course, she must be Sasha. But where is her saree?”, Anvesha thought to herself. Then, she looked down at herself. “Oh my god! Where is my skirt?” Anvesha was lying naked in her satin panties that she got as a gift yesterday at the Indian Ladies Club. Thankfully, her top was covered. It took only a few seconds for her to realize that her hand was inside the front of Sasha’s blouse. They slept in a spooning position. But her hands could feel the soft touch of breasts. “Breasts? Sasha’s soft big breasts? What’s happening here?” Anvesha wondered. But she felt a sharp pain in her head like Sumati. It must be the effect of hangover. She convinced herself.
By the time, Sumati’s pain subsided. She remembered it must be the milk man at the door. Of course, he comes every morning at 6:30 to deliver a packet of milk. She decided to change into satin pajamas. It was really girly but that was the closest thing she could find that was manly enough as it had pants. Ding Dong! The milk man was getting impatient.
Sumati thought she will open the door partially and just grab the milk packet from the milk man without showing herself to him. She went to the door. Her heart was beating fast. She managed to get the courage to open the door partially. She slid her hands through the gap, expecting that the milk man will give her the milk packet. The long sleeves of the satin night dress were really feminine with a beautiful lace at the hem of the sleeves. Sumati was looking at her hands for the first time. They had become really dainty and feminine. “Thank god, Madam. You are awake. I didn’t wanna put the milk packet on your doorstep. You never know when somebody steals it from your door. So, madam, how is your wedding preparation going on?”, said the milk man as if he had known Sumati madam all his life.
Sumati had to say something. She said, “Thank you. Yes, the wedding preparations are going well.” Her voice was hoarse and rough, neither manly nor womanly. “OK, madam. Looks like you have a bad throat. Please take care in this weather. You don’t want to be sick on your wedding day when everyone would come to see you as a beautiful bride.”, the milkman said.
Sumati thought this person is really being intrusive. “Why is he calling me madam as if he knows me as a woman? And why is he saying that people will come to see me as a bride? I am a man and I am marrying a woman.”, Sumati was really confused. She quickly shut the door. She experienced the sharp pain in her head again. Her mind was playing tricks with her.
Anvesha’s pain lasted more than 5 minutes, and had finally come down. She was beginning to understand what was going on around her. Cautiously, she decided to squeeze slowly Sasha’s breast that was in her hand. She wanted to test her theory that could explain what was going on. Sasha’s breasts were real. Sasha gave a moaning sound, and said, “Please let me sleep.” “Oh! No. So, this is real!”, Anvesha’s suspicions were cleared. She took her phone using her another hand and started doing something on it.
Sumati’s brain was showing her strange visuals. She remembered as if she had been receiving milk every morning as Sumati. It wasn’t true because she was always in her male form whenever milk man would come. But her brain was telling her that she had talked to this milkman about her wedding as Sumati. These images were blurry but were playing tricks with her mind. “Does milkman know that I am a crossdresser? Has he really seen me as Sumati before?”, there were hundreds of questions going through her mind. Was Sumati going insane? Tring Tring! Her cellphone began to ring in her bedroom. “Now what? Who could be calling this early in the morning? God, don’t drive me insane!”, she wondered.
Anvesha tried to remove her hand from Sasha’s blouse. She tried to do it carefully, but it was deep inside Sasha’s blouse. And while coming out, her hand fondled with Sasha’s really big breasts. Fondling of her breasts woke Sasha up. She was really annoyed as she wanted to sleep due to the hangover she was experiencing. She must have had many drinks last night. She quickly turned around to shout at Anvesha for disturbing her sleep. But in that short moment, there was something bigger that shook her mind. While turning, she felt the weight of her big breasts. As soon as she turned around and looked at Anvesha’s face, she looked down at her chest. There were two big breasts inside her blouse. Her mouth opened and she was about to shriek with the surprise. All this happened in a split of second, but Anvesha was quick enough to put her hand over Sasha’s mouth.
Anvesha shushed Sasha with her finger over her lips. She whispered to Sasha, “Please stay quiet, and get ready to leave soon. I have called the ola cab for our ride.” Sasha looked bewildered. “But where is my saree? And how do I have …?”, Sasha was mumbling.
“Shhh! I will explain everything. But stay quiet.”, Anvesha said to Sasha. Sasha’s face looked terrified. It seemed like she was about to cry. Anvesha found Sasha’s saree. “Now, quick. Put this on!”, said Anvesha. “I told you last night, I don’t know how to wear one. It was Sharmila aunty who draped my saree.”, Sasha was almost crying. Her voice was shaking. “We don’t have Sharmila aunty here. We will have to manage anyway.”, Anvesha said.
Sasha and Anvesha some how draped Sasha’s saree
They weren’t too good with wearing saree but somehow managed it.
Sasha had to manage wearing her saree on her own. There was no one to help but she managed it somehow.
Sasha looked around. Soha, Sasha’s friend, was at the other end of the room sleeping in a couch. She was wearing her skirt but she was topless. She had her breasts out open with dark nipples. “Let’s wake Soha up!”, Sasha said to Anvesha. Sasha’s eyes were already filled with tears. “No!!!”, Anvesha said sternly, “It’s for your own good. We both need to walk out of this place soon before anyone else wakes up. Now, don’t waste anymore time. Wear your saree!” Anvesha was firm. Sasha quietly obeyed her. She was shaking. She barely managed to wear her saree. She was not very good at draping. Moreover, the satin material of the saree was slippery enough to make it more difficult to drape. She found some safety pins that were in her bangles. Anvesha and Sasha put those pins at random places. None of them knew how to wear a saree. It was unbelievable that this same Sasha had the perfect draped saree yesterday.
Sumati threw away her pajamas and her robe. She was back in her nighty. For the first time in her life, she hated women’s clothes. She was so nervous. Her phone kept ringing. She didn’t wanna answer the call. The ringing soon stopped. Sumati was trying to understand what was happening before she meets or talks to anyone.
She had been wanting to go to the bathroom since she woke up. She had been holding it because she was afraid that she will find more surprises in her body. But she could no longer hold the pressure caused by her bladder. She took her phone with her to the bathroom. She pulled up her nighty so that she can reach up to her panties. She looked at her panties. It was smooth down there. Her male thing was gone. She sat on the toilet seat, pulled down her panties, to release her bladder. She started crying. She was a woman now!
Anvesha and Sasha were now in the Ola cab. They both were heading towards Anvesha’s home. Sasha just had a stroke of sharp pain in her head, similar to what Anvesha and Sumati had been experiencing. Sasha looked more confused. Her eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Anvesha, and said, “I am getting these strange images from the last night’s drinking party. But I cannot understand anything Anvesha. What happened to me last night?” Anvesha looked at Sasha and wiped her tears. “I will explain everything once we get home.”. Sasha put her head over Anvesha’s shoulder and got into her arms, weeping silently.
Sumati’s phone began to ring again. She checked her phone. The call was from her real mother. She wiped her tears, and picked up the courage to answer the phone. “Hello, Ma!”, Sumati said.
“Hello, beta! I had been waiting to hear your voice for so long. You have no idea how happy it makes me feel when I hear your voice and call me ‘Ma’!”, Sumati’s mom said. Sumati got emotional and happy too. Because beta is a term of endearment in Hindi that is used to address one’s son, but can be used in a gender-neutral way to address daughters as well. Sumati’s mother addressed her as son! “Yes, mom! I feel the same way after hearing your voice.”, said Sumati. Her voice was still rough. Her throat must have gone bad.
“Oh dear, seems like your throat is not well. It’s not a good sign before your wedding. You know?”, said Sumati’s mom.
“Yes, mom. I know. I will take care of myself.”, Sumati said.
“You should come here at least 15 days before the wedding so that I can take care of my only and beloved daughter.”, said Sumati’s mother.
“Only beloved daughter? Am I the daughter now?”, Sumati was so confused.”Is the world changing around me?” Not surprisingly, she was in a shock.
“What are you…”, Sumati tried to answer but her rough voice was cracking, “What are you trying to say, mom?” Her voice finally recovered. But now, it was no longer hoarse or rough. It was the high pitch voice of a woman.
Anvesha and Sasha were now at Anvesha’s tiny apartment. Anvesha knew that her apartment’s location was the same, but everything inside it had changed. It was no longer a bachelor man’s apartment. One could easily say that this was a woman’s apartment now. Very neat and clean, and with a feminine touch everywhere. Anvesha was a stranger in her own apartment.
“Anvesha, I still can’t make sense of anything. And in 3 hours, I have to be in my office. How will I go there as a woman? My office workers all know me as a man!”, Sasha said. “I am sure you understand what’s going on, Sasha. You have to go to office, right? Open your phone and check your office emails.”, Anvesha said.
Sasha checked her phone. And her eyes became wide open. All the emails were addressed to Sasha. But in office, she was supposed to be the man. The world around her had changed. Her history had changed. Now, she was Sasha in the eyes of her office workers. “If I am correct, all the emails are sent to Sasha. Right? That means you don’t have anything to worry. You can go there as a woman!”, Anvesha said excitingly. “At first, I was as shocked as you. But now that I have become a woman and everyone sees me as a woman. I am so thrilled, Sasha. We will get to live our life the way we want to! Don’t you feel the excitement, Sasha?”, Anvesha was really excited.
Sasha was quiet. “Come on, Sasha! Look and feel your breasts. You are lucky that you got big ones!”, Anvesha came upto Sasha and touched her breasts. Sasha was still not very comfortable. She looked down at her chest. It was true, she had the breasts which would make any girl envy her. “Anvesha, I had been getting these strange images about the last night. Did it really happen?”, Sasha asked Anvesha. “You mean the kiss that we had last night?”, Anvesha was smiling. She came close to Sasha with a seductive smile. She placed her soft hands over Sasha’s beautiful sexy waist. Sasha shivered with Anvesha’s touch. She was uncomfortable.
Sumati was still on phone with her mother. “Sumati beta, your in-laws are visiting you today to take you for the bridal shopping. Me and your dad, wanted to join you for the shopping, but we have many arrangements to make here for the wedding. I have asked your brother Rohit to be there today so that you don’t feel alone with your in-laws.”, Sumati’s mother said.
Sumati didn’t know what to say. How can her world change so quickly without giving her any time to understand? She was a mess.
“Sumati, I have sent one silk saree of mine with your brother. This is the same saree you always loved since your childhood. You used to beg me to dress you in that. I think you now have grown up to be a woman, who can appreciate that saree. Wear it today when you go out with your in-laws. I customized the blouse in a fashionable style for you. You are so thin that I had to make it tight to fit you.”
“Thank you, mom.”, Sumati’s voice was trembling. Sumati knew what saree her mother was talking about. She always admired that saree, but as far as she remembers, she never asked her mom for that saree. She was a boy. She was her son. But the world around her had changed. Everyone now believes that Sumati was always a woman, never a boy.
“I am sure Chaitanya will be there with his parents. We feel so lucky to find a groom like him for our lovely daughter. You two had known each other since your childhood. And now, you two will get married. That makes me really happy.”, Sumati’s mom had one surprise after another for Sumati.
“Mom, there is someone on the door. I should go and check. We will talk later. Bye.”, Sumati hung up the phone because she could not take it anymore. This is too big a change for her. Not only she is getting married to a man, her in-laws are visiting her today, and her mom wants her to wear saree for them. “Marrying a man? Ughghh”, Sumati thought. The idea itself was unpleasant to her. Who is this Chaitanya? She didn’t even know anyone by that name.
Anvesha was very close to Sasha now. They both could feel each other’s breath. Anvesha’s breasts just touched Sasha’s breasts. Anvesha looked into Sasha’s eyes. She said, “Yes, the kiss last night did happen. And no, it didn’t happen.” Sasha was confused, “What do you mean, Anvesha? How can it be both?”
“The world is changing around us Sasha. To make up for our new role as a woman, our history has changed. We two know that we didn’t do anything like that because we were boys in women’s clothes. But in our mind and for this world, everyone is going to remember that we two kissed the last night. So, it didn’t happen but still, it happened in everyone’s mind.”, Anvesha explained slowly.
Anvesha got further closer to Sasha. There breasts were now definitely pressing each other. Sasha’s lips were trembling. Anvesha held Sasha’s head in her palms. “But this is happening for real.”, Anvesha said and started kissing Sasha passionately. Sasha was confused, but she liked it. It felt so good. Both of their lips were soft, full and womanly. They both loved the soft touch of each other. Sasha responded well to Anvesha’s kiss. The feeling was mutual.
Anvesha smiled at Sasha after the kiss. In the new past that had been written for them, Anvesha was a new member at the last night drink party. Anvesha met Sasha and instantly felt connection with her. In their new past, Anvesha and Sasha were lesbian women meeting for the first time, who kissed each other at the party after getting a few drinks. And the events since the morning only suggested that Anvesha and Sasha, developed romantic feelings for each other.
But Sasha was not as comfortable as Anvesha yet. “I need sometime for myself, Anvesha. All this is happening so soon.”, said Sasha. Sasha unraveled her saree aanchal, pulled it to the front from the back so that it covered her back, her arms as well her breasts completely, like in an old fashioned way. She sat on a sofa, trying to find the comfort and safety, that a saree provides to a woman. She needed it.
Sumati realized that she is a woman now and she should act as one now. It is really funny that when she was a man, she loved to spend an hour doing make up and dressing up as a woman. But now that she is a woman, all she wanted to do is wear a jeans, a t-shirt, and get done with dressing in a minute. She took a shower first.
Taking care of long hair everyday is not going to be easy. She thought. Her breasts were really sensitive to any kind of touch. She didn’t want to explore her new body yet as her brother, in-laws and fiance are coming. She came out of the bathroom, dried her hair in the best possible way. She did not feel like spending time dressing up. So she found a pair of jeans in her closet, slipped into it. All the t-shirts in her closet were now of women’s shape and size. She wore one t-shirt. All her tshirts and tops in the closet were really skin hugging kind. Her breasts were really popping up in the shirt that she wore.
The impression of her nipples was clearly visible on the top. And her breasts jiggled as she walked. She had no choice, but to wear a bra. She cannot meet the elders with visible nipples and jiggling breasts. She again looked into her closet, and their were dozens of colorful bras. No matter what, a crossdresser cannot stop admiring beautiful bras. And Sumati was no exception. She spent some time looking and touching the really feminine bras. Finally, she picked one and quickly wore it. She applied a light lipstick on her lips. “Woah! That feels so much nicer on softer womanly lips!”, she wondered. She was finally accepting her new found womanhood.
Ding Dong! The door bell rang. “Who could this be?”
Story so far:Sumati is the brains behind Indian Ladies Club where man from all walks of life gather together to become the woman of their dreams. Sumati is assisted by her very good lovely friend Anjali in setting up her apartment for the ILC meeting. Madhurima, the senior most member of the club joins them soon.
Tonight is like a festive wedding night at ILC where every woman is dressing up to be prettiest. They all are here to welcome a new member to the club. While all these beautiful ladies are happily getting ready, there is one man who is nervous with all that is going on around him. These ladies had no idea how this man was going to change their life soon.
The Indian Ladies Club party was in full swing. Madhurima was chatting with one of the girls in the corner. All the ladies in the club loved to hang out with their lovely fun-loving “Madhu aunty“. She always said that she doesn’t like being called aunty but people kept calling her that out of love. There were some women in the club who were secretly jealous of her. It was because Madhurima seemed to have it all. She naturally had breasts and didn’t need any breastforms. Her ass was big enough to give her a feminine look. She looked really amazing when she would tightly wrap a saree around her round body. In reality, she was a bit overweight and had a medical condition, but in a crossdresser’s world, it worked in her favor. To top all this, she had an amazing supportive wife, named Ajanta, who not only accepted Madhu, but also her crossdressing friends. Her wife would meet with Madhu’s friends with all respect and affection. She was not bothered at all when Madhu would just decide to dress up and go out. At least, it seemed like that to other people. Madhu had a very feminine appearance of a busty woman, naturally feminine mannerisms, and except for her, she was truly passable as a woman. No one in the Indian Ladies Club had ever seen Madhu as a man, unlike others who would come in their male form and change later to be a woman. There was only one exception to this.
A few years ago, Sumati needed a temporary place to stay before she moved to this place which became Indian Ladies Club. By that time, Madhu had started considering Sumati as her daughter. When Sumati arrived in the evening, Madhu welcomed her like a mom would do. For the next two days, Sumati enjoyed her stay there as a girl. But Madhu stayed in her male form. Madhu and her wife, Ajanta, treated Sumati like their daughter, and Sumati enjoyed that experience with ‘Madhusudan uncle’ and ‘Ajanta aunty’. She helped and learnt quite a few things to cook with Ajanta in a short span of time. Ajanta would tell Sumati that if it was at all possible, she would have had Sumati as her daughter-in-law. Madhu and Ajanta didn’t have a son, but a married daughter. Their daughter grew up seeing her father wearing sarees at home once a month. In fact, she accepted that she has a father and two moms since her childhood. Even today, when she visits her parents, she ensures that she has a day alone with them. That day, one mother Ajanta spends time cooking for her daughter, and the other mother, Madhu, takes her to shopping. Madhu “seems” to have it all good in her life. Except for the medical condition which makes her fall sick very often. Due to the frequent sickness and medicines, she had gained a lot of weight. Yet, she brings joy in everyone’s life with her smile everytime.
Those pretty bangles would make a lovely tinkling sound. But they love to get entangled easily in things such as your friend’s pretty saree.
The ladies of Indian Ladies Club were now all ready and dressed up, beaming with smile, glittering in their jewelry, and struggling in their high heels. While everyone their loved to be a woman, not everyone had yet learnt all the required skills to dress and walk like a woman. Some would go overboard and wear 4 inch heels when they couldn’t even walk in an inch high sandals. A few of them keep struggling with their long dupatta or saree pallu which would not stay in place even after putting in all the pins in the world. Many ladies really loved the open long hair but it would keep bothering them by falling over their eyes and limiting their vision. Tinkling bangles and dangling earrings would entangle in anything it could find. But that was the great part of being at ILC, you have the company of your peers who have gone through the same things and would help you grow to be a lovely woman of your dreams. The struggle growing up is so much fun and so worth it. Every crossdresser know that very well.
Madhurima was now ready to start the main event of tonight’s party. She wrapped her pallu around her waist and tucked it in the front. She really likes it that way. She started walking towards the stairs in the room. She climbed a few stairs so that she could see everyone in the room. Her hips swayed at each step like a perfect woman. Probably, she exaggerates her hip movement a little for that effect. The tightly wrapped saree around her big round bottom caught eyes of many of the ladies in the club. She turned around. She clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention and said, “Ladies! The time has come for the special event we all are gathered here for.” Everyone was now looking at her. “And I am not talking about the dinner. I know you ladies very well. Now that you all are dolled up, you just want to eat now.” Everyone started laughing. “Ladies, let me introduce you to the newest member of this club. Let’s give a very big hand to Anvesha”, Madhu announced excitedly. The sound of claps and tinkling bangles filled the air, and everyone was looking at the young handsome man in the corner. With so much attention on him, it was no wonder he was shying. But without saying anything, he waived his hands at the crowd. Being the only man in the room, he was not sure what these group of women were capable of doing to him. But the continuous claps encouraged him, and Madhurima pulled him up to the stage.
“Oho! Look how shy he is”, Madhurima said, “And sooooooo handsome! How will I keep my hands away from him?” Madhurima teased the young man. She ran her hands through his hair and wrapped one of her arms around his waist and pulled him closer.
“Ladies, it’s our duty that he should never forget this night. Ever! He should remember the magic of us girls.”, there was nothing that would stop Madhurima from being her usual funny self. While everyone else knew, the young man was getting more nervous.
Looking at him, Madhu got a little serious and said, “Anvesha, it’s my promise that tonight will be an unforgettable one for you. Because the best of all women are here tonight to turn you from a handsome man to the prettiest girl you couldn’t even have imagined. We all have gathered here to welcome you, and we will give you a very special treatment today.”
Madhu then looked at Sumati, and said to her loud, “Sumati! Come on here. Bring Anvesha’s gift!” Sumati, the busy bee, the organizer of the ILC, came with a bag in her hand which she gave to Madhurima. “Thank you, Sumati!”, Madhurima said to her and then she turned to Anvesha, the young man. “Anvesha, this is a small gift that we ladies have purchased for you as a token of love from us ladies.”, she said to Anvesha.
Anvesha looked at the bag and finally managed to say, “Thank you everyone. I am a little nervous today. But more than that, I am truly emotional. I can’t believe I will become a girl tonight. And that too with the help of you all beautiful women.”, his voice cracked.
“Oh, dear! Don’t get emotional yet. Open and look at your gift! That should cheer you up.”, Madhu raised the chin of emotional Anvesha. Anvesha looked at the bag. The bag had the prettiest silk bra and panty set he had ever seen. He was not only getting overwhelmed but the thought of wearing these pretty things made him feeling grateful to everyone. The bag also had a satin robe from Victoria’s secret.
“Alright, ladies! Before Anvesha gets too emotional, let’s get him to the princess room. Isha are you ready?”, Madhurima asked Isha who was guarding a locked room. Isha shook her head in yes.
“What’s the princess room?”, asked Anvesha. Madhurima smiled at her and said, “You will see it in a minute sweetheart”. She pulled Anvesha’s cheeks with her hands.
Madhu walked Anvesha with her. And all the women followed them. Isha opened the door to what can only be described as a heaven for an Indian crossdresser. Anvesha’s eyes glittered and his jaw dropped. The room was decorated and filled with the most beautiful sarees, fanciest blouses, mystic long anarkalis, shining punjabi suits, sexiest evening satin gowns, breath-taking lehenga cholis, glittering jewelry and numerous variety of shoes.
Princess room was decorated with the most beautiful sarees, fanciest blouses, sexiest evening gowns, glittering jewelry and numerous variety of shoes. Selecting one outfit from this collection would be a challenging task for any girl.
This was all arranged delicately by Sumati and Anjali. Sumati, had been running around all night, because she was collecting all these clothes from the members who were of the same size as Anvesha. They all had brought their best clothes from which Anvesha will pick one to wear tonight. While Sumati managed to collect all these secretively, Anjali used her feminine sense of decoration to lay it all in the prettiest way possible. This was not just a surprise for Anvesha but for everyone else as well. Everyone loved to have a look at the princess room decoration. All these special ladies develop extra admiration for such beautiful things as soon as they shed their male garb.
Anjali then came forward and said to Anvesha, “I told you handsome. Tonight is your night. There is nothing to be scared of!” Anvesha blushed and bowed his head down. “Now, remember you will pick one from all these beautiful outfits. Imagine yourself, in which outfit, you will look the best?”, Anjali continued.
“Just one outfit from all the prettiest options!”, wondered Anvesha how difficult a task it would be. How can he reject the long sexy red satin evening gown and not feel like a celebrity on a red carpet? How can he turn his eyes away from the glittering pink saree which will make him feel like the prettiest newly married wife ever? How will he say no to that slim-fitting long anarkali with so large a ghera that would make all the college girls seem inferior to him? Selecting one outfit was going to be a difficult job!
Looking at Anvesha perplexed, Anjali said, “Relax, Anvesha! You will instantly know your outfit when you see it. Trust me, a girl always knows it. But before you do that, it’s time to do some initial preparation for you. Isha will take you to that bathroom where you will change into the bra and panty set you just got. You will come out wearing the satin robe that is in the bag. That’s how the bridal make up begins, handsome!” Anjali smiled at him and touched him at his shoulder. When Anjali had met Anvesha earlier during the evening, Anvesha thought that Anjali was flirting with him. But this time, Anvesha knew it better. Anvesha knew that this is how the ladies at ILC tease. He walked into the bathroom with Isha to wear the sexiest lingerie ever known to him. He walked to become a woman. He walked to realize his dream.
The bathroom door was now shut close by Isha. In the meanwhile, the ladies at the club began going through the decorated princess room where they all had become a princess once. They all fondly remember their night. And so will Anvesha. But little did the members of the club know, this was going to be the last festive meeting of Indian Ladies Club. Because one person was going to change their destiny forever tonight.
अब तक आपने मेरी कहानी में पढ़ा: मैं एक क्रोसड्रेसर हूँ जिसे भारतीय औरतों की तरह सजना अच्छा लगता है। मेरी शादी हो चुकी है और मेरी पत्नी परिणीता है। हम दोनों अमेरिका में डॉक्टर है। परिणीता को मेरा साड़ी पहनना या सजना संवारना बिलकुल पसंद नहीं था । पर आज से ३ साल पहले एक रात हम दोनों का जीवन बदल गया। सुबह उठने पर हम दोनों का बॉडी स्वैप हो चूका था मैं परिणीता के शरीर में थी और वो मेरे शरीर में थी। मतलब मैं, प्रतीक, एक औरत बन चुकी थी और परिणीता एक पुरुष। उस सुबह इस हकीकत का सामना करते हुए हमने एक दुसरे का हाथ थाम कर घर से बाहर निकलने का निर्णय लिया। और हम अब हमारे घर के लिए किराना खरीदने जा रहे थे। अब आगे –
कार से उतरकर हम दोनों साथ में दूकान की ओर चल पड़े। मैंने परिणिता से कहा, “ये लो मेरा लेडीज़ पर्स!अपने हाथ में पकड़ लो। दुनिया में बहुत से पति अपनी पत्नियों का पर्स पकड़ कर चलते है। और तुम भी तो मुझे पहले पकड़ाती रही हो।”
“तो क्या आज तुम उस समय का बदला ले रहे हो मुझसे? बदमाश हो तुम!”, परिणीता हँसते हुए बोली। मैं भी मुस्कुरा दी।
पार्किंग से दूकान तक करीब ५० मीटर की दूरी रही होगी। और मैं पहली बार हील वाली सैंडल पहने इतनी लंबी दूरी चलने वाली थी। औरत के बदन में चलते हुए कैसा अनुभव था? इस सवाल का जवाब किसी औरत से कहीं ज्यादा बेहतर जवाब मैं दे सकती हूँ। क्योंकि मैं बिलकुल नई नवेली औरत थी, चलते वक़्त मेरे अंग अंग में जो सनसनी मुझे हो रहा थी, उस ओर तो पैदाइशी औरते ध्यान भी नहीं देती होंगी। जवाब देना शुरू करूँ तो घंटे लग जायेंगे। फिर भी संक्षिप्त में बताने की कोशिश करती हूँ। औरतें जब चलती है तो उनके दोनों पैर काफी पास पास होते है। उनके कदम मानो एक लाइन पर पड़ते है। और कमर के निचे पुरुष लिंग भी नहीं होता जो एक लाइन में चलने में बाधा बने। पर अब दोनों जाँघे मानो एक दुसरे को चूमती हुई चलती है। मेरी जाँघे और पूरे पैर जितने कोमल और चिकने थे, उसका भी चलते हुए मज़ा ले रही थी मैं।
आज सुबह मैंने जो पैंटी पहनी थी वह बेहद ही हलकी, सॉफ्ट और लेस वाली पैंटी थी। जब वो पैंटी मेरे चिकनी टांगो पर फिसल कर मेरी कमर तक पहुची तो मैं तो मन ही मन मदमस्त हो रही थी। क्योंकि पैंटी चढ़ाते वक़्त रुकना कब है मुझे इस बात का अंदाज़ा न था और मैंने उसे थोड़ा ज्यादा ऊपर खिंच ली थी। और पैंटी थोड़ी मेरी योनि में घुस रही थी, और मुझे उत्तेजित कर रही थी। पैंटी पहन कर जो स्मूथ लुक आता है, वो द्रुश्य ही मोहित करने वाला होता है।
इस वक़्त बाहर थोड़ी हवा चल रही थी जो मेरी ड्रेस के निचे से होते हुए मेरी पैंटी तक पहुच रही थी। और फिर पैंटी से छन कर हवा मेरी योनि तक पहुच रही थी। ऐसा होने पर कैसा लगता है? शब्दो में बखान करना मेरे बस की बात नहीं है।मैं कैसे बताऊँ मेरा यह नया बदन मेरे दिल में कैसी हलचल जगाये हुए था। जब जब वो बहती हवा आकर मेरी योनि को चूमती, मैं सिहर जाती। मैं सुबह से उठ कर चाहे जो भी कर लूँ , मेरा ध्यान मेरी योनि की तरफ बार बार खिंचा चला जाता। बता नहीं सकती की मैं भीतर ही भीतर कितनी उतावली हो रही थी कि मैं कब उस योनि के साथ खेल कर देखूँ । मेरा कभी पुरुषों की तरफ आकर्षण नहीं रहा था। पर आज सुबह जब परिणिता का तना हुआ पुरुष लिंग देखी थी, तब तो बस जी चाह रहा था कि उसे अपनी योनि के अंदर तक ले लूँ। शायद पुरुष लिंग के प्रति आकर्षण से ज्यादा, मेरी योनि से खेलने और महसूस करने को ज्यादा उतावली थी मैं। और वो बहती हवा, बार बार मेरा ध्यान उस ओर ले जा रही थी। साथ ही साथ मुझे अपनी ड्रेस की ओर भी ध्यान देना पड़ रहा था क्योंकि वह हवा से बार बार ऊपर उड़ती जा रही थी। चूँकि मैं परिणीता के स्त्री-रूप में थी, इसलिए मैं नहीं चाहती थी कि कोई ड्रेस उड़ने पर मेरी पैंटी देख ले। वरना मैं तो उड़ जाने देती।
एक औरत की चाल में जो सबसे ज्यादा किसी का ध्यान खिंचती है, वो है उस औरत के मटकते झटकते हुए बड़े नितम्ब। जिसे अंग्रेजी में hips और आम भाषा में ‘**’ कहते है। एक शालीन औरत होने के नाते मैं वह शब्द का प्रयोग नहीं करूंगी। अपनी हिप्स पर मेरा ध्यान न जाए ऐसा असंभव था। मेरे हलके से बदन में मेरी बड़ी हिप्स अपने वज़न और हर कदम पर जब वह मटक झटक कर एक ओर हिलती, उसको अनदेखा करना नामुमकिन था। चलते हुए लग रहा था कि मेरी गोल गोल हिप्स बहुत बड़ी है। क्योंकि एक एक कदम पर वह थर्रा कर हिलती थी। एक पुरुष को ज़रा भी अंदाज़ा नहीं हो सकता कि वो बड़ी सॉफ्ट महिलाओं की हिप्स कहीं भी बैठने और चलने में क्या आनंद दे सकती है! मेरी पैंटी मेरे नितम्ब से चिपक कर उसे चुम रही थी। लग रहा था कि कोई आकर मेरे गोल नितम्ब पर चिंकोटी काटे। मुझे चलते चलते एहसास हो रहा था कि यह मेरी बड़े गोल नितम्ब ही कारण है जिसकी वजह से मेरी ड्रेस बार बार ऊपर खिंच कर उठ जाती थी। अब समझ आ रहा था कि औरतें दिन भर अपनी ड्रेस क्यों एडजस्ट करती रहती है। अच्छा हुआ कि परिणीता का ये तन जो मैंने पाया था, उसमे नितम्ब बेहद बड़े भी न थे।
जांघो का आपस में रगड़ना, बहती हवा का मेरी योनि को चूमना, मेरे नितम्ब का थर्राना और मटकना ऐसी छोटी छोटी बातें थी जो मेरे शरीर के निचले हिस्से में महसूस हो रही थी। शरीर के ऊपरी हिस्से में थे मेरे भरे हुए भारी स्तन! जो हर कदम पर झूमना चाहते थे। पर मेरी ब्रा उन्हें अपनी जगह से हिलने नहीं दे रही थी। इसका मतलब यह नहीं है कि मेरी अनुभूति कहीं से भी कम थी। एक परफेक्ट फिट होने वाली ब्रा कम्फर्ट तो देती ही है पर साथ ही साथ बड़े ही प्यार से आपके दोनों स्तनों को स्पर्श भी करती है। मैंने पुशअप ब्रा पहनी हुई थी तो मेरे स्तन और भी बड़े लग रहे थे। मैं जब भी निचे की ओर झुक कर देखती, मेरे दुलारे स्तन अठखेलियां करते दीखते और उनके बीच वो क्लीवेज किसी को भी उकसा देने वाला था। चलते चलते जब मेरे हाथ जब आगे पीछे होते तब मेरी बाँहें स्तनों को छू लेती। भले ही ब्रा की वजह से मेरे स्तन उछल न रहे हो पर मेरी बाँहें उन्हें अकेला न छोड़ती। कभी कम तो कभी ज्यादा, पर मेरे स्तनों को मेरी ही बाँहें ऐसी छेड़ती जैसे दूल्हे की बहने नयी नवेली दुल्हन को छेड़ती है। और फिर यह ठण्ड का मौसम! मेरी निप्पल बड़े और कठोर हो गए थे। ब्रा न होती तो यक़ीनन ही वह ड्रेस से बाहर pointed दिखाई देते। काश! कोई मेरे उत्तेजित निप्पल को अपनी उँगलियों से मसल देता।
अब बताती हूँ मेरी पीठ के बारे में। क्या पीठ में भी सेक्सी महसूस किया जा सकता है? यदि आपको लगता है की नहीं तो यक़ीनन ही आपने खुली पीठ पर लहराते लंबे बालों को महसूस नहीं किया है! मेरी ड्रेस में पीठ का ऊपरी हिस्सा थोड़ा खुला हुआ था और परिणिता से बात करने के बाद मैंने अपने बालों को खुला छोड़ दिया था। मेरी पीठ की कोमल त्वचा पर बहती हवा और लहराते बाल अपने स्पर्श से मुझे मदहोश कर रहे थे। आज से पहले मैंने घर के बंद कमरे में क्रोसड्रेस करते वक़्त विग को अपनी पीठ पर महसूस किया था पर असली घने लंबे बाल और खुली हवा में जो आनंद था वो कई गुना ज्यादा मादक था। और मेरी ब्रा का स्ट्रैप जो मेरी पीठ पे कस के लगा हुआ था, उसकी अनुभूति भी असली स्तनों के साथ बहुत बढ़ जाती है। हाय! मुझे तो अब थोड़ी शर्म भी आ रही है अपने अंग अंग के बारे में बात करते!
इन सब के साथ बीच बीच में हवा से जब बाल बिखरने लगते, तब मैं उन्हें अपने हाथों से ठीक कर अपने कान के पीछे कर देती। एक दो बार जब मेरे बाल मेरी कान की बालियों में जूझते, तब मैं अपनी बालियों (earrings) को भी ठीक करती। मेरे कान भी बड़े नाज़ुक से थे। मुझे याद है कि पहले जब मैं पुरुष रूप में परिणीता के इस शरीर को रातों को चूमती थी, तब उसके कान पर चुम्बन से वो मदहोश हो जाती थी। मैं सोच रही थी कि मुझे भी वो अनुभव करना चाहिए जब तक मैं परिणीता के इस स्त्री शरीर में हूँ।
हाय, यह कैसे कैसे विचार मेरे दिल में आ रहे है! पैदल चलना जो कि एक दैनिक साधारण सा काम है, उससे भी मैं इतनी कामोत्तेजित हो चुकी थी। सोच रही थी कि औरतें यह सब के साथ कैसे रहती होंगी। पर शायद उन्हें इस बात की आदत हो गयी थी। जबकि मैं तो बस कुछ घंटो पहले ही औरत बनी थी। इस कामोत्तेजना में दिल की हसरते बढ़ गयी थी जो चाह रही थी कि मैं इस स्त्री तन का पूरा आनंद लूँ। पर कैसे और कब?
चलते चलते परिणीता और मैं दूकान तक पहुच गए। दूकान में काफी भीड़ थी। सहसा ही ध्यान आया कि मैं पहली बार एक औरत के रूप में दुनिया के बीच खड़ी हूँ। मेरे कदम ठिठक कर रुक गए। मैंने परिणीता का हाथ पकड़ा। मुझे उसका साथ चाहिए था इस दुनिया से औरत के रूप में सामना करने के लिए। और शायद उसे भी मेरे साथ की ज़रुरत थी। हम दोनों ने एक दुसरे की ओर देखा, और दुकान के अंदर की ओर कदम बढ़ा दिए।