He tried being a macho, and tried to humiliate me, in front of other ladies. All because I was a man who wears sarees. But I didn’t held back and responded back by saying, “Why don’t you go away and show your machoness somewhere else? Because under my saree pleats, I am more man than you are! Besides it takes a bigger man to wear a saree with high heels and walk confidently.” When I spoke these words, all the ladies came near me and stood behind me. And he walked away saving his face.
Be confident girls!
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“Mommy!”, Deepa came running towards me as me and Aarthi stood still looking at each other like a statue. “Mom?”, Aarthi’s gasped for breath like she was watching a horror movie. “Bye… deepa”, she somehow managed to sport a smile and slammed the door as she left.
The coming weekdays were just hell on earth for me as I never dared to look at her face to face. She too began to ignore me whenever she saw me walking in the apartment floor. The incident took a toll on my office work as I was never able to get it out of my mind. After much speculation, I decided to come clean to her as she was the only supportive figure for me after my wife’s death.
Aarthi slammed the door and left me devastated.
I phoned Rubini and explained her about the unfortunate incident. “Hell no!” was her initial response after hearing my proposal. “Why not tell her?”, I began to convince her that my actions are necessary to make amends with her. “Okay Fine…but one more thing?”, she finally caved in after my explanation.
“Don’t worry. I will never reveal anything about you to her”, I assured her that she will remain in shadows. “That’s not, you idiot. I don’t want you to talk alone to her. I will come to your place this weekend and I will do the talking”, her response just gave me chills. “What? I can handle it alone”, I once again assured her that I can handle the situation myself.
“Seriously, you must be joking. Do you remember the day when you came to me for help”, she rekindled the past events. “Yeah, I remember”, I was puzzled by her cryptic sentence.
“Then you can also remember that I had to pull your tongue out for words”, she poked me of my awkwardness when I first met her. “Yeah”, I kind of agreed to her sentence. “I am 90% percent sure that you will definitely sabotage whatever that is left between you two. So I will do the talking, Saturday@11”, she hung the phone just after I gave her the address of my apartment.
I phoned Rubini to see if she has any solution for my problem.
Finally, the weekend arrived and as usual Deepa began her pesters from the morning and left to play with her friends hoping to see her mommy after she arrives from playground. The clocked ticked 11am and Rubini as Ruben was standing in front of the door. “Shall we?”, he was waiting for my approval.
“Sure, that’s her door”, I pointed her door as I locked my apartment. “Why are helping me?” I gave a puzzled look. “A Teacher always looks out for her students” he replied as we both walked towards her door. “Now take a deep breath”, he ordered me as he rang the bell. After few rings, Aarthi opened the door and gave us a death stare. “Please leave before I call the police”, she gave us a warning and tried to shut the door.
“Madam, please”, Ruben tried to persuade her. “Who are you?”, she gave him another stare. “Ruben, nice to meet you”, he sported a smile and raised his hands for a shake. “Whatever? Just leave”, Aarthi rebuffed him and shut the door hard.
Aarthi threatened to call police but Ruben was still laughing.
Ruben began to laugh which further increased my frustration. “What is there to laugh?” I angrily questioned him. “I told you I was 90% sure, right?” he recalled the previous phone conversation. “So, what” I stared at him as I answered. “Now, I am 100% percent sure that you would have messed it up”, he began to laugh again. “Will you please FOCUS”, I pointed him to the door bell.
“Here we go again”, he once again rang the door bell. After waiting for another 5 minutes, Aarthi once again opened the door and warned us to leave her alone. “Madam, Will you please allow me to say our story. Once we are done, you can call the police”, Ruben tried to ease her with his words. “Okay, talk”, she leaned on the door and signaled with her hands. “If you don’t mind, inside”, Ruben opted against speaking such sensitive issue in open. Aarthi took a deep breath and let us both in. She sat opposite to us as we sat on the sofa and gestured us to talk.
“Before I start, Promise us one thing”, Ruben began to talk serious. “Promise what?” she talked in serious tone as well. “Whatever I say, stays within these walls”, he wanted her assurance that she will remain silent no matter what happens. Aarthi just nodded silently and gestured us to talk. Ruben began to explain in detail from the Goa trip till the day I met him in his club. During this entire episode, I lowered my head and never dared to look at her as I was not sure about how she would react to me.
“That’s all; you can call the police now”, Ruben seated himself comfortably on the sofa. There was an eerie silence of about 10 minutes where none of us uttered a single word.
“Sorry”, Aarthi choked a bit as she spoke. I slowly titled my head only to see her eyes swollen in red. “I am sorry”, her voice was fractured as she said controlling her tears. “It’s okay”, I just nodded back and managed to smile a bit. “It’s time for me to leave. Thank you for your patience”, Ruben left the place as the clock displayed 11:30am.
I slowly got up without looking at Aarthi and left her place as it was time for me to get ready for the act. Just as I was about to open my door; “Shall I come inside?” Aarthi said in her own sweet tone. “Sure”, I let her in and told her to get seated in the hall. I locked the bedroom door and began my transformation. It was 12:15 when I completed my dressing and stood in front of the bedroom door thinking whether I should open it. After mustering courage, I opened the door and stood before her.
Aarthi stood there in awe of my transformation.
“You look Am… mm.. Amazing!!”, she could not believe her eyes and stood there in awe. “If you don’t mind”, she stepped forward and began to touch my face. I remained as a silent spectator while she inspected my makeup. “Flawless!” her face was in shock as she stepped back.
“Ding Dong”, deepa began to shout while ringing the bell. Aarthi opened the door and let Deepa inside as just watched their reaction.
“What are you doing here, aunty?” Deepa questioned her as she held my hand. After few silent minutes, “Nothing, I was just talking to your mother”, she responded casually and thanked me for talking to her.
“Goodbye Mom”, Deepa sported a wide smile as she closed the door.
“Nothing, I was just talking to your mother”, said happy Aarthi as she hugged Deepa.
Everyone knows that the parents’ world revolves around their children, and they are willing to do anything for them. Witness this story of a father who embarks on an unpredictable journey to see his daughter smile.
“Will mommy come tomorrow?” Deepa would ask me daily as I tucked her in the bed. “She will…she will”, I would give sarcastic smile and leave her room. As each day passed, the anticipation within both us skyrocketed to the peak. “Daddy? Where is mommy?”, Deepa pulled me out of my bed. “What day is it?”, I rubbed my face and switched on my mobile to check the date. I got excited as soon as I saw the term “SATURDAY” displayed in the screen. “Why don’t you play? Mommy will get ready in meantime”, she ran outside before even I could finish my sentence. “Time’s up, Daddy!”, I said to myself and ran towards bathroom to get ready.
When I found that my wife was cheating on me with another man, I was furious. But that man caught me wearing my wife’s saree. What would he do to me?
कृपया ऊपर दी हुई स्टार रेटिंग का उपयोग कर इस कहानी को रेटिंग दे!
संपादक के विचार: हम नहीं चाहते कि इस कहानी को पढ़कर पाठक समझे कि क्रॉसड्रेसर कहीं से भी किसी पुरुष या स्त्री से कमतर है. इस कहानी का विषय आपके लिए ज़रुरत से कहीं अधिक हॉट और सेक्सी हो सकता है. आपको चेतावनी दी जा चुकी है.
जीवन के उतार चढाव से गुज़रते वक़्त परिवर्तन हमारे जीवन में चलता रहता है. और इस परिवर्तन की यात्रा में हम कुछ नया ढूंढ पाते है कुछ नया सिख पाते है
हर किसी की तरह, मेरी ज़िन्दगी में उतार चढ़ाव थे जिसने मुझे अपने बारे में कुछ जानने का अवसर दिया कि मैं वाकई में कौन हूँ और क्या चाहता हूँ. मेरा नाम रोहित है, ३२ साल का शादी शुदा इंसान और मुंबई में रहने वाला, एक MNC में काम करता हूँ. यह मेरी आत्मा-साक्षात्कार की कहानी है, एक कहानी उस दिन की जब मेरी दुनिया हमेशा हमेशा के लिए बदल गयी. Continue reading “प्रतिभा: एक अजनबी से मुलाकात”
When I found that my wife was cheating on me with another man, I was furious. But that man caught me wearing my wife’s saree. What would he do to me?
BEYOND BORDERS STORY
A Wild Encounter
Writer: Pratibha Mehra
Disclaimer: This story is based on author’s real life experience. We do not want our readers to feel that crossdressers are lesser than man/woman in any way. The subject matter of this story may be too hot for you to handle. You have been warned! This story may not be fit for straight/lesbian crossdressers.
Transformation is a process, and as life happens there are tons of ups and downs. It’s a journey of discovery – there are moments on mountaintops and moments in deep valleys of despair.
Like everyone else in this world, my life had its ups and downs, and that led me to discover who I really was. I am Rohit, 32 yr old married guy from Mumbai, working for an MNC and with a great taste for finer things in life. And this is my story of self-discovery, a story about an incident when my world and my life turned upside down completely. Continue reading “Pratibha: A wild encounter”
Read this story to know how Yug, a boy became a full-time female staff member at a girl’s hostel.
कृपया ऊपर दिए हुए स्टार रेटिंग का उपयोग कर कहानी को रेट करे!
नोट हम धन्यवाद करते है कायनात खान का, जो इस कहानी की लेखिका है. फेसबुक पर कायनात का एक पेज भी है Crossdresser Desire नाम का जहाँ वो अपने कैप्शन पोस्ट करती है. तो लेखिका को ज़रूर मेसेज कर प्रोत्साहित करे!
भाग १
होस्टल की ज़िन्दगी, जब अपने होस्टल के दिनों को कोई याद करता है तो दोस्तों के साथ पूरे दिन और पूरी रात चलने वाली मौज मस्ती आँखों के सामने आ जाती है, और यह ख़ुशी दुगुनी हो जाती है यदि बात हो गर्ल्स होस्टल की! मेरी भी बड़ी सुहानी यादें है गर्ल्स होस्टल की, पर ख़ास बात ये है कि मैं लड़की नहीं हूँ. कम से तन से बाहरी रूप से तो नहीं, पर मन से तो मैं पूरी तरह लड़की हूँ. Continue reading “होस्टल लाइफ”
After finishing breakfast, Shikha didi helped me with the breakfast. I felt really nice when I touched my own soft smooth skin after years. The satin nightie that I was wearing was slipping effortlessly over my body and got me excited a little.
“OK, dear. Now, you should go and take a hot bath. And take out a beautiful saree from my cupboard to get ready. I don’t want to hear our mother nagging about your looks.”, Shikha didi said as she touched my legs to inspect for any spots that may have been left. She wanted to ensure that my waxing was perfect. She seemed satisfied with her work. Continue reading “The daughter who never was – Part 6”
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