This story is a slight variation of a story, that appeared in one of the Indian magazines some 10/12 years ago. I enjoyed reading it very much. For more on Indian woman's clothing visit exotic india.com or sari magic.

  

Love Thy Neighbour's Saree

by Josephine Gonsalves

  

Part II

Ajay and Mrs. N, were very happy during that long week end.

Ajay took to his new calling as Jaya, like a duck to water.

His senses were aroused and his excitement was beyond his control.

The next morning, he woke up feeling calm and fulfilled. He had slept like a satisfied baby and realised it was late morning. His silk sari was in disarray and his wig needed refixing. He started to rearrange his sari and heard the clinging sound of the glass bangles on his wrist. He smiled very pleased with himself. He rearranged the sari, which was crumpled and a little soiled and only then realised that Mrs. N. was already up, her yesterdays sari, blouse and petticoat were bunched, on a small stool, in the corner.

Mrs. N. had already freshened up, wearing another of her cotton sarees, and humming to herself as she prepared breakfast. Ajay came up behind her and hugged her. She turned around and hugged him hard. She kissed him lightly on the forehead and asked him to freshen up.

He stripped off his/her clothes. The sari and blouse he folded carefully as he had seen his Mother do, and put it on a clothes hanger. The under garments he put along with her used clothes in the corner. He removed the earings but left the glass bangles on. He would be careful and try not to get them broken. The sound they made as moved his hands was music to his ears. The bindi from his fore head was lost in last nights love making. He finished his morning rituals, cleaning out the kumkum powder from his hair line, and finding no clothes laid up for him, came out of the bathroom wearing a towel round his waist.

Mrs. N. had already laid the breakfast on the small dinning cum vegetable cutting table. It was off in one corner,of the kitchen, so only two chairs, could be placed for dinning at a time.

He joined her at the table. She saw how he was feeling embarrassed as he was practically naked, in front of her in the morning light. She lovingly hugged him and told him she had some clothes for him. That could wait till after breakfast. They sat down to a simple Indian breakfast of dosas and chutney and brewed coffee. They enjoyed this simple meal practically feeding each other.All the time the sound of their glass bangles stoking the passion beneath.

 

He helped her with the cleaning up, careful with the bangles. She noticed how he had altered his movements and how careful he was with the bangles. He was getting more and more feminine. Then she led him to her bedroom. She fetched an aluminum ladder from the corner and placed it against the small loft, so she could climb it and pull down an old suitcase. He stood down holding the ladder and helped her bring down the suitcase. She cleaned the fine layer of dust off the top and laid it in the corner of the room.

She undid the old fashioned straps and showed him her old collection of sarees and matching blouses, which she had put in this old suitcase on the loft.

Mrs. N. had a large collection of Sarees. She wore only the ordinary ones now, as she did not socialise much. Her Husband was a serious conservative type and did not, like her wearing the thin diaphanous or see thru sarees, and like most Indian men was very possessive and narrow minded.

There were around twenty different colored sarees. Jaya (Ajay)lifted the top one out of the suitcase. It was a dark green chiffon sari with a matching fine terrycotton blouse. He unfolded one end, pleated it, laid across his bare chest, over his left shoulder, and walked towards the mirror. It felt so soft and smooth. He had only cheap cotton sarees, in his collection before. The soft material was arousing his nipples and they were now clearly visible, under the thin material of the sari. Mrs. N. ( Ji ), got him a dark green petticoat, and soft black cotton bra, sat on the bed and asked him to dress up, while she watched.

He lay the sari on the bed, besides her. He turned around shyly and pulled the petticoat over his head, guided it over his toweled lower body. When the petticoat was covering his lower body, he slowly undid the towel so it slid to the floor around his ankles. He fastened the drawstring of the petticoat, smoothened the cloth over his bottom all the way down back and front. Then he bent down and picked up the towel and wrapped it around his upper body. She watched and smiled approvingly. He was behaving just as she did in front of her husband. He managed to put on the bra with the towel still covering her view and adjusted the straps so the cups were sitting snugly over his nipples. He pushed out his chest in vain hope of filling the cups. He turned around, sliding the towel of his shoulders, seeking her comment. He was already very excited and with no underwear was feeling his erection lift the petticoat, unhindered. She just smiled, so he proceeded with the blouse. When he had hooked up the last hook he looked in the mirror and found that it fit him perfectly, even though he had not used any padding. His breast looked small, yet cute. She told him this sari and blouse were from her last year in school, her brother had brought it for her from Singapore, twenty years ago. He then proceeded with draping the sari, when she saw that he was having trouble, pleating the slippery material she gave him some saree clips and safety pins and showed him how to fix it so it stayed fixed. She then showed him how to fix his wig( chotti – it's a long thick, plaited hairpiece). She first tied a scarf around his head tight. When she was happy with it position she fixed the hairpiece with different types of hair pins so it stayed firmly on his head. She asked him to toss his head from side to side so that the long plait swung from side to side. When it stayed fixed she smiled and then proceeded to hide the little male signs from his face.

He had not shaved, yet his face was smooth. She told him that many women would be envious of this feature of his. She used a little foundation and light coloring from a make up kit.. She had a box full of imported cosmetics gifted to her by her brother, whenever he came to India. She had hidden all these from her husband. He did not approve of make up, he even scolded her, on the few occasions, when she used lipstick. So she used them only when she attended functions alone, and she was sure he would not hear about it from anyone. She was really enjoying herself doing up his face. When she was done she had him in front of the mirror once again admiring himself. His erection was causing the front of the sari to lift slightly. She showed him how to cover it, by having him, bring the end of the pallau, to cover it. This also caused the sari to stretch across his breast, highlighting the small but shapely breasts, beneath.

All these new ploys were getting him more and more excited and lightheaded. Had it not been for the hectic love making last night, he was sure he would have climaxed at least twice by now.

She noticed his fingernails and toes were clean and well kept. She then painted his finger and toe nails a light pink. The earings and high heeled slippers came next . Then she fixed a really nice imitation necklace of green stones around his neck.

He was fascinated by his transformation and just stood in front of the mirror, striking different poses and feeling very pleased and happy with himself.

She asked him to walk about with short steps and get used to the sari and heels. He was not new to this, he had practiced walking, but although the heels were only an inch high they still needed some getting used to. She proceeded to correct slight faults she noticed but the end result was very pleasing to her. It was as though Jaya was destined to wear only sarees. His erection was semi hard now, but every time he looked in the mirror it kind of twitched, sending shivers down his body.

He looked very beautiful. No one would say that he was a man. He could easily pass as a receptionist or any front office girl in any of the five star hotels..

She asked him if he had ever been out in public, dressed as a woman. When he said no she asked him if would like to try it today as no one besides them was on their floor. He said he was ready to go out as long as she was there with him.

Even as she spoke she noticed his excitement and his high flush mounting. She picked her used petticoat from the corner, sat on the bed and drew him gently onto her lap, He was getting used to her and in no time they were passionately necking and squeezing each others breast. She kneaded his erect nipples thru the clothing. He feeling and caressing her strong shoulders and arms. She lifted his sari and placed the used petticoat on his erection. Then she wrapped her fingers around him and soon he was gasping and climaxing, shooting load after load into the petticoat she had placed for this purpose. She stroked him a few times more and when she was satisfied she lovingly cleaned him up, while he just rested his head on her shoulder. When he had recovered somewhat she lifted him gently and placed him, in a sitting position on the bed. She opened her drawer and gave him a midnight blue cotton panty. It was new and of a smaller size. She said that she had purchased a packet of these by mistake and somehow had not returned them. She asked him to wear it and noticed that it now was holding his softened member snug and tight.

She asked him to touch up his make up and smoothened down the sari.

She removed a black, red and white sari from the suitcase. It too was a thin chiffon sari. She searched in her closet and pulled out a black blouse. She removed her cotton sari and was dressed in a jiffy. She then sat down on a stool, in front of her mirror, and proceeded to do her self up, as never before. She wanted to look her best. She needed to compliment his looks.He sat there watching her, slowly feeling himself get recharged. But now he had a panty restraining him. She was taking a lot of care and soon he knew that she was trying to look her best, but was not getting the desired effect.

He approached her sitting figure and stood behind her. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders and slowly kneaded them. Slowly from her shoulders he went lower and lower. He reached in front of her and gently caressed her breast . Gradually she rested her head against his sari clad breast. He kept this slow motion going and soon she was sighing and getting aroused. He reached lower and soon his hands were under her petticoat and inside her. She sighed and spread her legs. He pushed her panty to one side and continued to increase his pace. He could feel her wetness. His bangles stirred and the soft clinking sound aroused them all the more. Soon she could stand it no more and she had him kneeling in front of her. She shifted her position so he could pull down her panties and pulled his face to her wetness. He proceeded slowly at first. This was all new to him. His only instructions and experience was the X rated magazines.

This was also new to her. Her husband only tolerated the missionary position not caring about her orgasm.

When she climaxed she came like a wild woman. Groaning and almost screaming with pleasure.

Pulling and squeezing him like a rag doll.

At last she regained her composure and slowly released him.

She stood up, pulled him up to her and hugged him to her.

THE REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR said it all, two sari clad women holding each other, satisfaction written all over their pretty faces.

  

  

  

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