And Shalini Born
by Shalini Sharma
After my sister-in-law caught me wearing her sari ( read my another story "Caught in DRAG"), she had a lengthy talk with me why did I do this. I told her everything that I feel complete wearing female dresses. I told her that I some times felt like a girl trapped in a boy's body. She agreed to help me in living like a girl as maximum as possible without knowing anyone.
One day she was arranging her box of clothes. I was looking at her saries. She was noting my facial expressions. My expressions changed when she picked a green color sari. This was one of her most expensive saries purchased for her marriage. She smiled at me. I exchanged smile.
At the time of dinner she asked me her if I had fines the exercise she asked me to do (I was studying in 8th standard). While asking, she smiled mischievously. I got the hint and said no. She said she will help me in completing that.
While I was studying after dinner and everyone went to bed and slept, she came to my room with a measuring tape. She said she needed my measurement to stitch the blouse of my size. I was amazed. She asked me to remove my shirt and vest. I did. She took all my measurements and asked if I would like to go for a sleeveless blouse or with sleeves. I opted for sleeveless as she suggested. She also suggested she asked me to go for back open one as that would look great exposing the major portion of my back.
She stitched the blouse in next couple of days. Next day she scolded me a lot that I was not doing well in study. I should work hard to get good grade in exams. She told me in uncertain terms that I need to complete all exercises she asked me to do by next day morning. For that if I needed to study whole night, better I do. She would help me if required. She winked her eyes at me. It was a signal to me and I told that I could not complete the same without her help. She said she would sit with me and help in completing my work.
There are strict instructions from my father that no one should enter the study room if any one is inside and studying. He prefers that the person doing study locks the room from inside.
After dinner, I went to the study room and started my work. Other family members also went to bed. After around 1 hour, sister-in-law came to my room and locked the room from inside. By that time everyone had already fallen a sleep. She took out the blouse from the cupboard and showed me how it was looking. I was very much excited. She took the sari, petticoat and her bra out. She gave me four balloons and asked me to double them. I inserted followed the instructions. Then she gave me two big cotton balls of size cricket ball and asked me to insert them in balloons. I inserted two balls in two balloons with the help of pencil. It was a difficult task, but I did that. She filled in water in balloons to moist the cotton. She filled little more water to make them heavy. She tied the balloon ends and gave them the shape of nipples. She handed over her bra to me that I happily wore over my shoulder. She helped me in hooking the bra from behind. She adjusted the cups and filled them with home made breast forms. Balloon ends in the shape of nipples were giving a push to the satin bra. I was feeling like real breasts had grown up on my chest. Bra strips were digging my shoulders due to the weight of forms. I wore her panty which was matching with the bra. It was nice to feel softness of satin to feel. I was just feeling like being a born girl. She gave the blouse to me. I put my arms into its sleeves. It was back open with deep back. A string at shoulder and just two buttons at back. Back of it was just covering the bra strips. It was very hard to button it. She did it for me from behind. It was very tight. It crushed my lower chest. For couple of initial minutes, it was difficult to breath easily.
I wore the petticoat and tied the knot. It was a satin petticoat. Softness of satin was caressing my legs and I was flying in the sky. She helped me in wrapping the sari. She pinned up the sari at my left shoulder. The pallu was touching the ground. I had to lift it on my left arm.
I sat in chair. She opened her makeup box and applied foundation on my face. She evened it with translucent powder. She applied blush on my cheeks and green eye shadow on lids. She applied two coats of mascara and curled my lashes with eye-lash curler. She outlined my eyes with shining silver color eye-liner. With help of mascara any eye-brush, she gave the shape to my eye-brows. She outlined my lips with lip pencil and filled them with velvet lip color.
She poured matching bangles in both my arms (24 in each arm). She asked me to wear her arm let in my left. I happily did. She gave me mangalsutra and necklace to wear. I wore both of the. When I wore her long earrings, I felt being in heaven. Tika she tied on my forehead. At last she picked up her nose ring with chain to be tied at the back of my left ear. When it was done, the pearl of the ring was touching my lower left lip. It was giving the sensation of being a complete women ready for wedding. She showed me the mirror and asked if I know the lady in the mirror. I could not believe if It was me in the mirror. It was looking like a traditional Indian bride. I was so thankful to her that I hugged her as the token of thanks for what she did for me. She said that the lady standing before her needs a name. She gave her name "Shalini" and said from that day Shalini is her second sister. From that day, when ever we meet and are alone, she always call me Shalini and address treats me like her younger sister. She always help me in dressing, whenever we get the chance. She knows, Shalini is a woman trapped in man's body.
This is how Shalini born with the help of her sister-in-law.
(Keep on reading, I will keep on posting detail about my life of past 25 years in the form of stories.)
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