Life returned to normal, or so it seemed. I had bought
myself a few articles of female clothing and accessories, online, and continued
with my crossdressing at my home. Sneha was to return to the office only after
a month so she’d call up daily and chat with me for some time. My bosses at the
office were happy to have me back and even gave me a very positive appraisal
as, my performance during the previous six months had been consistent even
though I had been working from home and also taking care of Sneha and Rohit.
With this encouragement, I began working with such vigor that I surpassed
myself and gave better results for the company.
On the personal front, my life was taking a big hit, as I
missed being around Sneha and her son. I started frequenting queer clubs in the
city in the hope of warding away the loneliness I felt. Initially I went there
as a man and chatted up a few of the people there. Soon we all became good
friends and I began meeting up with the crossdressers- Anushka, Uma, Raghavi
and Indu- amongst the group for dressing sessions. And once dressed the other
girls would always end up having sex. I however did not like it and excused
myself from joining them.
With every passing
week my collections started growing and with that my confidence. During one of
our meet ups I proposed that we all go dressed up to the pub and have a wild
night. The girls all screamed in surprise and happiness as they’d been bugging
me to do so for a month. They regularly went out as women and were unperturbed
by the reactions they got from the public when out for shopping. I wanted the
night to be special and hence I went to one of the city’s biggest shops and
began my hunt for the perfect Saree. I told the saleswoman that the saree was
for my sister, who was going to be 20 the next day, and that I wanted to
surprise her. The saleswoman was of a similar age group as I and started suggesting
very fashionable sarees. After an hour long search I finally narrowed it down
to two really gorgeous sarees. One was a pink saree with a silver border and
was printed with little silver doves all over it and the other one was a blue
saree with a dark border and had stripes of a darker shade of blue running
through it. I hid my expressions throughout the selection time but something
must have given me away as, I was caught by and confessed to the saleswoman of
being a crossdresser. She said that she wouldn’t have noticed had it not been
for the fact that my eyes betrayed my intentions. She said that I had excellent
taste and would make a really pretty girl once dressed up. I blushed and smiled
shyly. She said that getting the blouse stitched would be a problem as the
tailor might suspect my intentions and hence offered to measure me and gave me
the specifications I needed to give the tailor. I thanked her profusely and
left the place after paying a hefty sum for the two sarees. I gave the cloth
for stitching the blouse and was told to collect it the next evening.
The day dawned brightly and I was in a very happy mood
throughout the day. I had taken half a day permission from office and went
straight to the nearest unisex saloon from my house. I had my whole body hair
waxed, then had a mani-pedi, had my eyebrows threaded ever so slightly, just so
that I looked feminine and at the same time people would not notice it when I
dressed as a man. Then after having my, now shoulder length, hair permed and
conditioned, I had my first facial. I was woken up some hours later and once
cleaned I saw that I was glowing and couldn’t have been happier. I gave a very
generous tip to the staff and left to get the blouse. Once I came back home, I
had a long and hot shower and came out dressed in my newly bought lingerie set.
I then went about making up my face. I had decided to understate the make up so
that it will look natural with the blue saree. Then I started by giving my face
a light foundation cover and then applied mascara in three different shades of
blue and then applied chocolate color lip-gloss to end it. Then I wore dangling
type earrings and added a single silver chain to my neck and a designer bangle
on my left hand and a watch to the right. I also wore a pair of thin anklets
and black sandals. I also took a leather clutch and put in some makeup
essentials and my id cards. I had let my hair loose and its effect combined
with the makeup, accentuated my face and brought out my features in a very
pleasing manner. I had never taken so many pains to dress up and was absolutely
delighted to find myself looking at a very beautiful and pretty woman in the
mirror.
The girls had never seen me as dressed as I was at that
moment and I’d always maintained a very androgynous look whenever I was around
them. So I was eager to see their reactions when they saw me. I casually went
up to the table where they were seated and settled myself at the table
immediately beside them. I started staring at them and was waiting for them to
realize that it was I, who was sat beside them. For over a quarter of an hour
they waited along with me and then finally lost their patience and decided to
call me up. When my phone rang, they were startled and I was laughing my ass off
at their expressions. They were astounded by my looks to say the least and soon
joined me in laughing at their own expense. I was complimented time and again
till the night ended and when I bade them goodbye for the night, I impulsively
drove my car in the direction of Sneha’s house. I hadn’t seen her in a month
and even though she was to join duty the coming Monday, I thought I’d meet her
and have a nice chat with her. When I reached her residence it was almost 10.30
pm and I was sure that she’d just be tucking in Rohit for the night. I went up
to her door and knocked it, not wanting to disturb the peace of the night with
an unpleasant clang. After about a couple of smart raps, she opened the door.
“Who are you? What do you want at this ungodly ho…. Arun?”
she asked in astonishment.
“I go by the name of Gauri Miss. Sneha, pleased to meet you
again.” I said jestingly.
“Are you even planning on letting me in or am I to spend the
rest of my visit standing here and bearing your ogles?”
“C-come in. but how? I mean I know you do dress up but I
didn’t expect this.”
“Always expect the unexpected when it comes to me, Sneha.”
“You look absolutely ravishing Arun… sorry, Gauri!”
“Gee thanks Sneha. So tell me what you’ve been up to during
this one month? I know we’ve been chatting over the phone daily, but it is a
different feel when we both chat face to face. And I’ve missed it sorely this
past month.”
“Forget about my life, look at you! I want to know
everything that has happened with you this month.” And with that began my
narration of the past month’s events. Of course I hid the fact that it was
because I missed her, that I began going to the pubs, but apart from that I
told her everything and we also talked about her life and what Rohit had been
up to in the past month. I confessed that I missed the little devil and how I
enjoyed his company during the last half a year. By the end of the conversation
both of us were rather teary eyed and checked the time to find out that it was
a little past 1 am and Sneha suggested that I stay over for the night and leave
in the morning. As it was a Saturday I agreed and then I was given a nightie to
wear for the night and I settled down comfortably on the guest bed and went to
sleep.
I was disturbed from my sleep and woke up to find that Sneha
was lying beside me and cuddling up to me. She seemed to be aroused and knew
that I could not talk any sense into her at such a state. I myself was in a
dilemma as my heart and mind screamed for me to go for it and the logical part
of my brain asked me to restrain myself and stop her advances. I finally
decided to hold her close to me and gradually talk to her about it. After some
time she began to start sobbing and told me that she wanted to be with me for
the rest of her life and asked me, as to whether I could not see it for myself
or was I made so blind by the society that I chose to abandon my soul mate for
societal acceptance.
I sat up and lifted her up and kissed her fully on the lips.
“Does that answer your question Sneha?” I asked after a couple of minutes. She
kissed me back with a vigor that I had only seen in feral animals and hugged me
so tightly that I was afraid of my neck breaking. I then told her that I was no
longer concerned about her holding out the truth from me and that from now
onwards all I wanted was to spend the rest of our life together. We lay in each
other’s arms reveling in our reunion and talking sweet nothings for the rest of
the night.
“It is time to wake up our son and tell him the good news
Sneha.” Said I, when the sun had risen.
With tears glistening in her eyes she ran up to me and asked
me to repeat what I had said. I told her that she’d heard it right the first
time and I loved Rohit as a son and will never see him as someone else’s
offspring. Needless to say, the kid was very happy that he was going to have a
daddy, although he still insisted on calling me as his mommy. After eating our
lunch together, I left to meet my parents and announce to them my decision to
marry Sneha. My parents took it in stride and said that they had no problems
with our union and didn’t care for what the others thought of it as long as I
was happy. I left their place with a promise to bring over their daughter in
law and grandson for dinner that night.
My next stop was Sneha’s parents’ residence. I introduced
myself and then told them that I was planning to marry their daughter and also
become the father to her 4 year old son. They had at first been outraged at the
mention of their daughter, but as soon as I told them my wish, they broke down
completely and told me that they were very happy and that they had been afraid
all along that no one would marry their daughter and that she had ruined her
life by having that baby. I then told them about everything that had happened
in their daughter’s life ever since they had disowned her. With the exception
of my crossdressing, I told them everything that had happened in the last
couple of years and how I had finally decided the previous night that I’d marry
her and proclaim her son as mine too. They hugged me and told me that they
wished to meet Sneha and Rohit as soon as possible. I again made a promise that
I’d bring them both over for lunch the next day.
The weekend was extraordinary and both sets of parents liked
their child’s spouse to be and began the preparations of our wedding. I made a
proclamation that I was engaged to be married and all my friends and family
were very happy with it. At the pub, the girls raised the roof with their
shouts of happiness and asked me what plans I had for the wedding that was to
be held in 3 months’ time. I told them that Sneha and I had decided to have two
weddings and two receptions. One for the family and friends who were unaware of
my dressing habits and one for those who were privy to it. And I also told them
that this second wedding and reception would feature both of us as brides and
it was going to be a very private one too and that I’d set aside the day after
the wedding for this purpose and had told my family that we’d be going for our
honeymoon and instead having our crossdressed wedding.
With the wedding preparations on going, I accompanied Sneha
to select all our dresses that we were going to wear for the wedding. We had
decided that we’d dress up in similar clothes during our crossdressed wedding
and reception. So we searched for the perfect dress for almost a week before we
found out what we were going to wear and brought two of a kind, one in pink and
one in blue each. It was a beautifully embroidered piece of clothing that stole
my heart as soon as I laid my eyes on it.
Our wedding got over without much fanfare as I had made it
clear to our parents that we wanted to have a very simple and private wedding.
The reception was great and we had a good turnover of friends, family and
colleagues. The next day was the one I had been eagerly waiting for. We adorned
ourselves in the wedding saree and some ornaments and garlanded each other and
kissed to announce that we were married. Then we hung around with my friends
who had also turned up in their feminine best. Then we went to freshen up and
get ready for the reception. For the reception we had selected a party gown for
each other. I wore the pink gown while Sneha wore the blue one. For the
reception we had invited all the regulars at my favorite queer club and we
again had a gala night with them all.
Throughout our honeymoon I stayed as a woman and we stayed
indoors as we explored each other like never before. Now after all these years
of marriage and fatherhood and motherhood, as I lay in Sneha’s lap wearing a
satin lingerie and baby doll and exhausted after our umpteenth session of love
making, I realize how much life changes a person and how love can sometimes
bring out the best in a person and how it has brought out the best in me, both
as Arun and as Gauri.
THE
END
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