Love Thy Neighbor's Saree

by Josephine Gonsalves

Part III

 

They rested that afternoon in each others arms. In the late afternoon Mrs. N woke Ajay up, gave him a tube of hair removal cream, and asked him to use it and freshen up, while she went out to make some purchases. She said she needed to buy some things for him, so he could go out dressed as a woman. She had a limited amount of money so he would have to give her some cash. He slipped back to his home, brought back his wallet stuffed with the required cash, which he gave to her willingly. She told him to just remove the unwanted hair, she would bathe him. He went home, shaved his facial growth, although there was hardly any trace of five o'clock shadow. He used a small pair of scissor and cut off the little hair on his chest, the growth from under his armpits and near his private parts. Then he applied the cream all over his body and waited sometime before wiping it off, wit a wet soft cloth. He felt like a baby all hairless and smooth. The touch of his own fingers on his skin now excited him. He put on an old pyjama kurta set and returned back to her place.

Mrs. N had returned in the early evening. She looked happy and radiant. She told him to wait in the front room while she made some preparations. She took the purchases and went to the bedroom. After a while she returned to him, dressed in only her saree petticoat and blouse. She came to him and led him by the hand to the bedroom. She did not speak just started slowly undressing him. When he was naked, she inspected his body and she saw that he had done a good job with the hair removal cream. She touched his face lovingly and called him a good woman. He instinctively stretched his left arm across his chest so his palm covered his right breast and the arm covered his left breast. His right hand reached down and covered his lower parts. He stood shyly like a woman, in a classical painting. Mrs. N lifted the hem of her petticoat, tucked it into her waist and effortlessly lifted him in her arms. She carried him to the bathroom like a baby. He was so excited that he came while still in her arms. Once inside the bathroom she stood him up and washed him, like he was a small child. When she was done she wrapped a large towel round him and once again carried him to the bedroom where she laid him on the bed and dried him. He was enjoying being pampered while she did all the work on him. She lifted his legs and patted his bottoms playfully. She powdered his naked body, with a sweet fragrant talcum powder, making him blush. Then, she slid a new white panty up his legs. She tucked his member to one side seeing that it was already semi erect. She patted his panty covered member, as if assuring it of her patronage. She used a maternal voice and motioned for him to be quiet while she got ready.

He lay there in only the white panty, closed his eyes and dozed off. When he awoke up she was already dressed in a beige and brown chiffon saree, with a brown blouse that was tight fitting and cut low. She had tied back her long hair with a fancy clip, long dangling earrings hung from her ears and round her neck she wore a white beaded necklace. She had used a little makeup and tried to look attractive. It did make a difference and she did look much younger and attractive.

She had laid out for Ajay a lavender pink chiffon saree, petticoat and matching blouse. She led him in front of the mirror, helped him into the petticoat and tied the draw string tight. She smoothened down the petticoat around his waist and lower body, caressing his bottoms and hips. Her touch was exciting Ajay and he could barely stand still. He tried to move and touch her, but she motioned for him to be quiet and still. He moved and he felt the sting of a sharp slap on his behind. The slap served as a warning and he continued standing still, only moving as directed by her, as she hooked on a new padded bra. She adjusted the straps so it fit snugly on him. Now he did not require any stuffing inside the cups. The blouse went on next. The bra straps were secured by small straps, under each shoulder/sleeve seam, with press buttons, so that they stayed out of sight under the blouse. She bade him sit on the stool, opened up a large make up kit, and proceeded to do up his face. She used a light foundation for his upper lip and chin, to match the tone of the skin on his forehead. His cheeks she dusted with a light pink blush. His eye brows she lined with black eyeliner so they were nicely arched. His eye lids she did with light eye shadow. His light eyelashes were darkened with kajal. His lips she painted with a bright pink lipstick. In the middle of his forehead, between his eye brows she fixed the stick on, bindi. His finger nails and toes she painted a light pink. On his ankles she fixed thin silver payals. She looked at her handiwork at smiled. Then she asked him to stand as she draped the saree around him in a tight and sexy style, so that his padded breasts stood out and his behind looked nice and round. The pallu she pinned just behind his left shoulder and the pleats she pinned to his petticoat front, with a large safety pin, so that the pleats stayed tightly in place. On the dressing table was a shoulder length dark brown haired wig. This she fixed on his head. It felt different from the old chotti he was used to wearing. It was lighter and really made him look young and stylish. Next she fixed six glass bangles on each wrist. The weight of the bangles automatically made him bend his arms, a little, at the elbows. Around his neck she hooked a thin gold plated chain with a heart shaped pendent. A pair of long tear drop shaped, earrings were clipped on to his ears and to complete his transformation she slid his feet into high heeled slippers. The heels were 3 inches high making his behind appear rounder and firm. The added inches bought him almost in level with her. The look was complete when she presented him with a small pink purse, in which were some girly things.

Now he was Jaya, a stylish, attractive young woman. He felt beautiful too. She let him enjoy his new look before she spoke in a low gruff tone "this is how you will dress up, whenever we are to go outside. If I am satisfied with your looks, I will take you out. I want you to look young and stylish, not cheap. This make up kit is now yours. Every time we are to go out, you will shave and use the cream to remove all unwanted hair. Then I will take charge and will bathe and dress you. While I am dressing you, you will not speak or move, unless directed by me. At other times you are free to dress by yourself. I do not want your consent. You are my wife and I expect obedience for all the attention and love I am going to lavish on you". He was blown away by his looks and would have kissed her toes if she commanded him. She told him "you are a good wife and so today I will take you for a stroll in the park and later for a nice meal. I know it is your first time out, but rest assured I am right there with you, my lovely". He told her "I will pay for the outing and the meal". She told him "Don't worry your pretty head, my sweet woman, there's enough cash left over from the purchases and it would do for now. I will touch up own make up, so in the meanwhile, I suggest you practice walking in the high heeled slippers". He found the heels very exciting, but it required some getting used to. He looked in the mirror and practiced his walk. The slippers looked great, but were not so comfortable to walk in. They were open toed, that was okay, but they were no straps to hold his heels in and so he found himself tripping. If he was not careful he would end up twisting his ankles. He liked the way his hips swung and his behind rippled under the saree. He sensed that with practice, he would be able to walk better than most women did. He really could be made into a good woman. Was he the fortunate one or was Mrs. N the fortunate one to have just a good looking, obedient man for a wife.

Mrs. N had to literally drag, him away from the mirror, as he could not stop admiring himself in the mirror. She reminded him "The purpose of getting you all dolled up is to have your first outing, not just to fall in love with your femme self. Now you are not only dressed as a woman but also going out as one, and although I too am dressed in a saree, I am the one who is the main support, more like a husband in this relationship and you are the wife. It would be more appropriate if you got used to thinking as one and being addressed as a female"

Jaya shook her head in agreement. Mrs. N told Jaya to hold on to her arm, as she lead "her" outside for the first time, dressed and feeling like a woman. Once outside Mrs N's home, "she" got the first rushes of panic. At first "she" just looked straight ahead too scared and shaking with excitement. "She" clung on to Mrs. N's arm like a woman afraid her husband would leave her, if she let go. Mrs. N told "her" to relax and stop behaving like a scared rabbit. Mrs N told 'her' to hold her pleats with her right hand, so her saree was slightly lifted and legs had more free space. Slowly "she" started relaxing and let go of Mrs, N's arm. "She" slowed down and tried concentrating on walking in her high heels. The first real difficulty "she" had was walking down the stairs. The high heels could be manageable on the flat floor, but stairs were different. "Her" knees and calves were the first to feel the jolts and then "her" thighs felt the strain. "She" looked at Mrs. N and noticed how she walked a little sideways, down the stairs. "She" imitated her style holding her pleats in one hand and the stair case rail with the other, and immediately felt better. Well the feel of the saree and other things were so good, "she" would have to bear up and manage with the heels. "She" saw the smile on Mrs.N's face, and realized why "her" lover (Mrs.N) wanted her in high heels while she had almost flat ones. She wanted "her" in little pain so that "she" would not get carried away by "her" looks and also to be in control. Well 'she' was not going to run anywhere….damn how did the actresses run from gangsters in such high heels in the movies. "She" continued following Mrs. N and soon they were on level ground. Once on level ground "she" started enjoying her outing and looked around, noticing the double looks and "turnarounds", "she" was getting from the passer bys both male and female. It only fanned her "female persona", giving her confidence a much needed boost.

Jaya refrained from clinging to Mrs. N's arm, as she wanted to gain confidence. "She" also wanted to pay "her" lover back for making her wear high heeled slippers on her first time out. She would try out the "womanly wiles", she had seen her favorite heroine use to tease the heros, in the movies. Let see if they work in real life. Her Lover led her to the park where Jaya headed for an empty bench. Although her legs hurt, yet she sat down in the most ladylike manner, while her lover continued walking on the path for a little while longer. After a few minutes her lover joined her and they sat there enjoying the cool evening air, just holding hands. Every now and then her lover's hands would sneak onto her thighs, feeling her and sending slight shivers of excitement down her spine. But she had decided to tease her lover for the "high heeled slippers", and so would gently move the errant hand to safer areas. She knew her lover was getting excited and was trying hard to keep her hands to herself. She was happy sitting in a park with her lover, but her lover's was now slowly losing control over her. She was finally out of the closet and enjoying her feminity. If Mrs. N, were to wear a pair of trousers and a loose T shirt, to hide her breasts and tuck her hair under a golf cap, they would look like most middle class, Indian couples, where the wife was young and stylish compared to her middle aged husband. But she was not a real woman so she sat there enjoying a nice evening in the park.

Mrs. N realized that it was a mistake to force Jaya into the high heeled slippers. Her legs must hurt from walking in her high heels. She decided to take Jaya to a nearby restaurant. The restaurant was crowded and they had to wait for a table. There were other couples and families waiting too, in the small foyer. They either stood in a small groups talking or sat on the chairs lined up on one side. Mrs. N and Jaya looked more like a mother and daughter or Aunt and niece out for the evening. While they waited a chair got vacated. Mrs. N asked Jaya to take the seat while she stood by her side. Jaya was now feeling quite confident as she sat down, crossed her legs and adjusted her saree, very slowly, tossing her hair from side to side. Her movements were purposely slow and deliberate. Her movements did catch some of the waiting people's attention. A young man dressed in a tight fitting T shirt and jeans was looking her way and trying to catch her eye. Jaya knew that she was causing a quiet stir, but she pretended to be above it and continued crossing and uncrossing her legs, making adjustments to her saree, use her hands to adjust her hair, every few minutes. Mrs. N also noticed the extra slow flirting movements but did not comment.

Every now and then a few people were accommodated inside the restaurant, yet the waiting crowd kept growing bigger. Soon the chairs were occupied with women sharing the seats or older women seating younger girls and children on their laps. Mrs. N was getting tired of standing and so she asked Jaya to let her sit on the chair while Jaya sat in her lap. Jaya obliged and made herself, comfortable in her lover's lap. Here she was sitting in her husband's lap, while legitimate couples sat conservatively side by side. She was really excited realizing the travesty of society. She sat in her love'rs lap nearly ten minutes, before they were called up and led to a corner table for two. Her lover ordered a gin and tonic for them along with their food. The gin helped her relax and she soon started looking around noticing the people, especially the males looking in her direction. Her lover was however not used to drinks but ordered refills and was feeling the effect of the gin. She did not notice the looks and discreetly tried to feel her up beneath the table

They enjoyed their drinks and food. The romantic mood was slowly setting in and her lover wanted to get her home quickly. Jaya excused herself and went to the ladies. It was her first time and she needed to keep her cool. She entered a stall and lifted her saree and petticoat above her waist, pulled her panties down and squatted on the pot. She relieved herself, made herself presentable and touched her lipstick and powdered her nose. When she was once again seated at the table, Mrs. N excused herself and headed for the "ladies". While she was alone, the young man who had eyed her while they waited for a table, approached her table. He introduced himself as Pradeep Dhabi, a part time photographer. He was quite taken up with her and would like to photograph her and if all turned well could use her in local advertisements. She thanked him and said that she would have to get her aunt's permission. He left his calling card with her before leaving her table.. She put it in her purse and when Mrs. N to came back, She paid their bill and left for home.

Jaya and Mrs. N walked home hand in hand, but not like lovers more like sisters. When they reached their building Jaya was once again confronted with walking up the stairs in high heels. It would have been better to walk in bare feet upstairs, but she was going to make it. It was quite late and seeing no one around, Mrs. N boosted by the drinks kissed her openly. Jaya kissed her back passionately and Mrs. N just scooped her in her arms and carried her up the stairs. Jaya too was in a romantic mood and willingly clung on to her as she carried her up the stairs. Jaya she realized her lover was carrying her out of doors, in the open. Of course there was no one, yet it excited her and she came in spasms. Mrs. N carried her right up to her home. But once home she put Jaya down gently and collapsed on the couch, exhausted with the physical activaty. Jaya went up to her and started kissing her and caressing her till she regained her breath. Jaya kicked off her shoes and continued to passionately kiss her. She drew Mrs N to her feet and led her to the bedroom, where she continued kissing her. Mrs. N was suddenly very passive and Jaya started undressing her slowly. Jaya realized that she was tired and so took the active role and with gentleness slowly undressed Mrs. N till she was completely naked. She massaged her lover's feet and legs. then she turned her around and massaged her back and the muscles between her shoulder blades. She gently caressed her breasts and nipples, making her moan in pleasure. Jaya felt her excitement growing and moving tight against her panty. She pushed Mrs. N down on the bed and gently started making love to her. It was really surprising that Jaya who was still dressed as a woman was making love to Mrs. N like a man. She had come so many times this evening yet she was able to make Mrs. N cry out in pleasure. The real pleasure was when later Mrs. N wrapped her legs round Jaya, saree and all and had a long satisfying climax.

Truly Jaya's first time out was memorable. "She" had climaxed like a woman when she was carried by her lover but had satisfied her lover, in bed like a man, while still dressed as a woman, in a saree.

  

  

  

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