Manisha.....The Woman On The Train

by Josephine Gonsalves

 

Manisha's mad capers – A woman on the train - 4

 

Manisha travels by day: The following day Manish awoke early, removed all traces of the little body and facial hair that he had, and bathed. He used a hair removal lotion and after that applied a body gel so that he felt soft and smooth. His green saree was crumpled from his last nights outing, so he decided to wear the mustard colored saree. Today was going to be a test of his feminine mannerisms and impersonation and he wanted to feel a little more feminine so he wore a pair of dark blue cotton panties. He would be traveling in daylight, where flaws in his feminine get up would be revealed by the people he came in contact with. He had to be very cool and calm and not get excited. With these thoughts in mind he put on the mustard colored petticoat. He was confident that no hip padding was necessary, as he wanted to look as natural as possible today. He put on his beige colored bra and used foam as padding. He made sure that the padding was snug and the shape of his breasts looked attractive. The mustard matching blouse came on next. This was the first time he was going out in the daytime. In fact it was the first time he was dressing up as a woman in the morning. He decided to let his long hair loose. It now reached below his shoulders. He used the blow dryer to tease it so that it was fluffed up, and cascaded in full radiance. It gave him a nice wholesome look. His hairstyle made him look younger. He put on his heeled slippers and draped on the mustard colored saree. He checked the pleats and fall in the mirror. Today he wanted his saree to be draped very well and secure as he would be traveling a long distance. When he was satisfied with the drape and fall of his saree, he pinned the pleats and the pallu. He put on his imitation gold jewelry, consisting of a long chain and pendant and long dangling earrings. Then he put on 12 red and green glass bangles and an old, lady's wrist watch on his wrist. On his ankles he fastened payals. Satisfied with his looks, he could feel the first tremors of excitement as he transformed into Manisha. Today he would take along a pair of lady's sunglasses. He had found them while cleaning the office. Since no one complained about missing them he had kept them for himself. The Train for Baruch was at 7.30 from Bombay central. It did not stop at Dadar, so he had to travel to Bombay central and then board the train there along with Radhika who said she would meet him at the station.

He looked at himself once more in the mirror, made a few adjustments to his saree, patted his hair and then walked out of his home. He locked the door and dropped the key in his handbag. He was now so confident of himself that he did not look out for his neighbors or other passer bys. If anyone asked him who he was he would say that he was Manisha, a cousin come to visit Manish. He knew he looked attractive and very feminine. No one would guess that he Manish. In fact his face was so different with the black lined eyebrows, kajal lined eyelashes, lipstick coated lips, powdered cheeks and earrings familiar that he looked different from Manish, the guy. Dressed in saree, he looked and walked more femininely than some of the women he knew. With his new mannerism, came some other feelings. He was wondering how he had enjoyed being 'man' handled by Radhika. He wondered if he was getting soft and feminine, as his crossdressing progressed. Anyway he had quite enjoyed being the passive participant.

It was still early, just 6.30, so there was less traffic and crowd on the street. He noticed a few young men at the tea stall look his way, wondering who this new woman was, in the neighborhood. Some even stared openly. A few looked him up and down with open admiration. The best part was when he passed the newspaper stand and Ganpath the newpaper stand owner did not recognize him. Just for the heck of it he stopped and in his best feminine voice asked for the newspaper. Ganpath went out of his way to serve him. This same Ganpath would talk to him roughly, whenever he asked for the papers. He smiled at Ganpath, opened his purse, paid for the papers, and holding it in his left hand walked away, confident that he was really attractive and even old men like Ganpath were happy to serve him, when he was dressed as Manisha. He had passed a few tests and was feeling confident that he would not have trouble passing as a woman now.

He noticed a young girl, dressed in salwar kameez, a large handbag, slug over her left shoulder, walking in front of him. From the back she appeared in her teens on her way to college. Her dupatta was askew and one side trailed and was touching the ground as she walked. Manisha quickened his step, lifted the trailing dupatta and called her attention to it. She smiled at him and adjusted the dupatta properly. Manisha smiled back and asked her if she was on her way to college. She replied in the affirmative, and they stared a conversation. She was young and fresh faced and Manisha was happy talking to her. He was careful and spoke softly, in his new feminine voice. They exchanged a few pleasantries. She was travelling to Churchgate. Still talking they reached the station and Manisha said she had to book a ticket and went to the counter and purchased a ticket. The young girl whose name was Archana, waited for Manisha. Together they walked to the bridge, crossed it and went to the end of platform 3. Archana seemed happy to talk to Manisha. When the train arrived she held on to Manisha's arm as she boarded the train. The feel of her hand on his arm sent little shivers up his body. He controlled it and just let her hand stay on his arm. It reminded him that although he was dressed and looked like a woman, under the saree he was a hot bloodied male. It being Saturday and still early the train was not crowded and they found seats side by side. Manisha purposely took time adjusting his saree as he sat down and let his saree pallu fall across Archana's arm. Archana did not seem to mind and remarked how nicely he had draped his saree and how tall and attractive he looked in it. Her own dupatta rested on Manisha's thigh. She told him that her Mother had dressed her in a saree once for the last day of school, and she had trouble managing it. Manisha told her how he only wore sarees, most of the time and he was very comfortable in one. Archana said that Manisha would look good in any outfit, since "she" was slim and tall. Manisha said that he was not used to western outfits, and felt shy to expose his legs. Archana said that she was used to western outfits and that is why she was not aware of her dupatta trailing as she had walked earlier. They sat there like two friends, side by side, clothes touching each other, exchanging views on dresses etc. Manisha was enjoying this "girly talk" with this nice young girl. They talked some more till Manisha bid her bye as he got off at Bombay central.

He stood on the platform and tried to compose himself before he crossed the bridge to the terminus, where the passenger and express trains departed and arrived. He walked at a steady pace, reminding himself that he was a lady. He decided that he would add a little swing to his walk. This made his hips sway seductively. Continuing in like fashion and full of confidence once more he made his way across the bridge. Radhika was waiting for him at the entrance to platform 7, from where the express train was to leave. She watched as he approached in his new confident, swaying walk and smiled broadly. She was wearing a light brown salwar kameez, the front had a nice patterned embroidery work with beige and lemon beading and tinsels. A lemon colored dupatta ran casually across her breasts and shoulders. She had a medium size light suitcase in one hand and she already had booked first class tickets. She put the suitcase down and opened her arms. They hugged like two friends, meeting after a long time, touching each others cheeks. She disengaged herself, bent down and lifted the bag in one hand. With the hand she held Manisha's hand and led him to the platform to the waiting train. She remarked how beautiful and young he looked with his hair left loose. Manisha shook her head, making her hair toss seductively. Radhika pressed his hand hard, assuring him it was alright to act that way. Radhika led him to their coach. She climbed on and then helped him as he climbed on to the train. He did not require help, but feeling very feminine, he let her help him while he just held on to her hand. Radhika led him to their seats. She pulled out a napkin and cleaned the window seat before offering him the seat. He adjusted his saree and seated himself in a very ladylike manner. Radhika put the suitcase under their seat and sat besides him. The other seats were not yet occupied so she kissed him lightly on the cheek. He felt light headed and turned his face to her offering his lips. She needed no more urging and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her lips on his excited him and he felt the excitement make him a little wet. Radhika pressed her lips a little more and then she opened her lips and covered his lips completely. She sucked hard and he felt his breath get stuck. She felt the tremors as she kissed him. Radhika also felt excited, but she broke off, saying other passengers would be coming soon. She said she was getting some tea and biscuits. She got up and went on to the platform towards a small tea vendor stall.

In the meanwhile Manisha tried to compose himself. He opened his purse and removed his small compact and lipstick. He powdered his nose and touched up his lipstick. Using his right hand he shifted his hair to the right and bought it in front, so that it now fell over his right shoulder and breast. He removed a hair brush, from his purse. When Radhika returned with the tea and biscuits she found him brushing the ends of his hair. She remarked how feminine his actions were. Did he do it everyday? He told her that it did not take him long to learn and nowadays it was easier for him to act like a woman once he was dressed as one She told him to put the brush aside and offered him the tea and biscuits. She said she would have liked to take him on her lap and feed him, but now other passengers were boarding and the seats besides them were filling up as the time for the trains departure was nearing. Manisha had a few biscuits and then sipped the tea. He looked around at the other occupants of this section of the compartment, which during day travel seated 6. He sat near the window, Radhika was in the middle and the other seats were all taken up a family of 2 couples. The Son and his wife were young, in their twenties whereas the parents were in their forties. The young couple was dressed in modern style, the man and woman in jeans and cotton kurtas while the older couple was dressed more traditionally, the man in white kurta and loose pants and the woman in a cotton saree dressed in Gujarati style.

It was not long before the train slowly pulled out of the station. The young man and his wife were quite outgoing and friendly and were soon chatting with the Radhika in Gujarati. The young man was also a charmer and had started up a nice 'chat' with Radhika. The family was on vacation in India. They were now South African citizens and the young woman was seeing India for the first time. They were traveling to Baroda to visit relatives. Manisha did not speak Gujarati, but understood the language, so he just smiled and listened to the flow of talk. At first Manisha enjoyed the window seat, with his large sunglasses on he looked very attractive. But soon the wind started disturbing his hair and the sunlight on his arms started bothering him. Radhika noticed and asked him if he wanted to shift out from the sun. The young man also noticed and offered to sit near the window so Manisha moved away from the window and was now seated on the other side of Radhika, opposite the young man's wife. Soon the young man and his father started discussing business and that left the women to start up their own 'chat' about life in South Africa and how they found everything a little different. Then they started talking about the TV serials, style and fashions that they were used to. Manisha at first did not talk much and just listened to them talking. But soon Manisha started feeling left out and a little jealous of Radhika. Funny he was getting emotional like a young woman.

After a little while the older man and woman said they would rest a little while and so they were helped up on the bunk. The young man now went and sat with his wife, opposite Radhika. The rocking movement of the train, made Manisha feel sleepy, so he rested his head on the head rest, crossed his legs, arranging his saree so it was neat and putting his hands on his lap dozed off to sleep. He awoke to the sounds of vendors and passengers and found out that they had reached Surat. Radhika and the young couple were on the platform. He had dozed off for more than an hour. He uncrossed his feet as they were feeling cramped and gingerly stood up and walked in the vestibule to get the blood in his feet circulating. As he walked about in the vestibule he brushed against passengers. Some of the men made way for him while some waited for him to brush by them. After a little while the train's whistle was sounded, so all those standing on the platform hastily entered the train. He went and sat in his seat and waited for Radhika and the others to follow. The traveling train examiner (TTE) arrived after this and checked their tickets. After that the train once again picked up speed and now he noticed that Radhika and the young couple too were dozing. He got up and walked to the WC. Two young men were standing just near the door smoking. When they saw him they moved to one side and let him pass. As he was entering the WC on the right one of the young men called out and told him to use the other one as this one was Indian style. He thanked the young man in a shy way and entered the other WC, where he carefully relieved himself. He washed his hands and freshened up his face. He was now feeling refreshed. On his way out he once again passed the two young men, who looked at him and smiled. He looked briefly at them and smiled as he passed them. He had to pass the first compartment in which were a group of young college boys. They were playing cards, but did not fail to notice him and he saw from the corners of his eyes how they were making signs and gestures as he passed. He felt excited by the amount of attention he was getting inspite of there being other females around.

He went back to his seat and now feeling a little naughty unpinned his saree pallu pretending to doze. After a little while he purposely let the pallu slip off his left shoulder so that the top part of his blouse was exposed. From behind his dark sunglasses he watched if anyone was looking towards him. A few men passed by the compartment and looked at his now exposed filled out tight saree blouse lustily. He let the sari pallu slip further down so that his blouse was now completely exposed and the shape of his 'boobs' could be easily noticed. The young man who sat opposite took noticed and slyly looked towards his breasts, but dozed off again. Manisha enjoyed the way he was looking at his breasts slyly. Manisha was not looking at the young woman, so he did not notice her stare at his breasts. She leaned forward and picking up his pallu adjusted it across his chest, but not before accidentally brushing her hands against his padded breasts. Manisha hastily adjusted the offending pallu and tried to look embarrassed. He gathered the pallu and tucked it under his arm, so that it was now secure. He had felt her hands as they had brushed against his padded breasts. He felt a little naughty thrill and decided that since Radhika and the young man were still dozing, he could see how interested the young woman was in him. He crossed his legs and in doing so brushed his feet against her feet. He let his leg rest against her jeans clad one and he waited to see her reaction. She was now alert and had taken notice. She slipped off her right foot from her high heeled shoe and slowly let it under his saree bottom. To encourage her he crossed his legs and adjusted his saree so that she had more access to his legs under the saree. She took the hint and her foot moved further under his saree and petticoat. In a few seconds her foot was moving slowly under his saree and her toes started moving up and down his legs between his ankles and calves. The feeling was good and her touch was light. He felt a thrill run down his spine. He let her play with his legs for some time. He looked around the others were still dozing so he stood up slowly and went out thru the vestibule towards the door of the carriage. He reached the door and stood there in the doorway holding the bars. His saree pallu and hair started fluttering with the breeze. The young woman followed and stood behind him. She put her hands over his holding on to the bars so that her front was pressed against his. Her hands covered his and she pressed her body hard against his. He was forced to press back and hold firm while she ground herself on his behind. She pretended that she was and Manisha were looking at some distant sight. To a person looking at them they appeared to be two women looking outside at the sight and holding onto each other for balance. A few minutes later she whispered in his ear to follow her to the toilet. Manisha told her that his stop was coming up soon and it was unfortunate that they had to interrupt their little "feeling up". He noticed that the train was slowing down so he went to their compartment to inform Radhika.

Radhika was already brushing her hair and getting ready to pick up her bags. She took his arm and made him follow her to the door where they waited for the train to stop. The young woman was now standing at the door. When the train stopped she held his arm and helped him alight. He looked at her and winked and she winked back. Radhika was already walking towards the station exit so he turned and followed her taking one last look at the young woman.

His day journey had so far been very exciting…….

  

  

  

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