Mona's Meanderings – 2

by Josephine Gonsalves

 

Early incidents and experiences, put together with some "spice" and some omissions to make a presentable "dish"

 

The M girls – loving and living

I went early to Aunty Bertha's house and found Matilda there alone. She had a mischievous grin and said that we had till 7 pm before Aunty Bertha, Uncle Ben or Mollie arrived. My heart skipped with excitement. We could kiss and pet again some more. I was thinking of the other day when we had kissed. I was happy to be with her and I asked her what she had planned for us and she said that since my "Gwendolyn" costume was not here, she could dress me up in something less cumbersome. I agreed and she got out Mollie's skirt and blouse in which she had dressed me the other day. I told her that my bra was with my other costume. She said that today I could wear her bra as I was to be her woman and she liked me to have large breasts. She had already selected a 38 C size white bra and a pink cotton ladies panty for me. I knew that she did not want to waste time so I undressed quickly and was nude in no time. She held out the panty and told me to step in it. The panty's felt good as I stepped into it. It was the first time I was wearing a female's panty. Now I was even more feminized. The back strap of the bra was a little loose but after stuffing the cups with large balls of cloth it felt okay. In a little while I was clad in all the items she had laid out. Since I had no wig she tied my hair with the scarf in such a way that it covered my head yet made me look sexy. Her big cupped bra filled my lower vision and I told her that I had to bend much more forward to look at my toes. Matilda laughed and caressed my big boobs saying that it made look sexy.

She went to the radio and found a station playing some swing music and taking me in her arms led me in a slow dance. Her arms were around my waist and mine around her neck. Even with the high heeled shoes I still was some inches shorter than her. We danced for a while and then she turned my face towards hers and started kissing my lips and mouth. Her hands caressed my buns and waist. I was feeling sexy and aroused. Her hands lifted up the skirt and caressed my cock. I felt further aroused. Then I remembered how Mario had asked me to tuck my cock and ball between my thighs out of sight. I let go of her neck, turned around, lifted the skirt, put my hands inside my panty and tucked my cock and balls between my thighs. I turned around lifting the skirt with both my hands, showing Matilda my now flattened panty front. She nodded knowingly. Then she put her arms under me and lifted me straight up so that my crotch was in level with her lips. She kissed my crotch, making it look like she was kissing a pussy. I felt like a woman, very feminine and submissive to be carried like that and kissed on my "pussy". She walked with me in her arms knowing that I was enjoying myself while she was nuzzling my pussy with her chin. I was feeling my load getting ready to shoot. I wiggled in her arms so that my thighs rubbed together squeezing my cock and balls and felt my self cum. Since my cock was between my thighs, the sperm was directed to the back side of my panty. Matilda felt my wetness and knew that I had cummed and would stain the skirt. She carried me to the bedside and picked up a hand towel, which she put under my panty. I was still holding my skirt lifted so she knew that my cock was now soft but between my thighs. She carried me to the bed and placed me on my back with the hand towel under my bun. She lifted her own skirt and now lay on top of me so that her pussied panty was covering my flattened one. Her pussy touched me just above the base of my cock and it felt soft. She said that it felt soft and like her own pussy. I lifted my hands above my head wishing she would hold them there like Mario had done. She understood and she held them there with one hand. I wrapped my legs around her and urged her to move up and down so that her pussy was rubbing against my flattened panty. I called out her name softly and sexily asked her to fuck me. My voice and words struck home and she picked up the rhythm and soon she felt like she was screwing me and I heard her moan begin. Her other hand went under me and she grabbed my cock which was between my thighs and started rubbing it hard. I heard her cum with a loud moan and felt myself cum once again. She collapsed on me and we kissed. Her weight on my body made me feel like I was helpless and passive. She kissed me again before she moved from me and said she had to visit the bathroom. When she came back she was all smiles and said that I knew some tricks. I smiled and she helped me undress and clean up. I asked her how she liked our session and she said that she liked it and I was getting more girlie by the day. She said she had read about woman who loved woman and we seem to be like them with our kissing and "pussy grinding". I told her I did not know about such things. She said for a boy who did not know such things I was good at improvising.

I told her that I had talked to Mario about the M girls and his interest in joining up. She said that she had seen Mario act as a girl in one of the local plays and said that he was very convincing as a female. I told her how he had dressed me and done up my makeup so quickly and well. I also told her how he had volunteered to have the fine hair above my upper lip and cheeks removed so that I could continue to be hairless and have a girlish look. She took my face in her hand and examined it closely and said that she could do that for me too but at the moment since we were acting on stage the makeup was sufficient to give me a womanish look. If the hair grew thicker and darker she would get it removed so that I stayed pretty for her.

When Aunty Bertha and Mollie arrived we were dressed normally, me in my shirt and shorts and she in her cotton dress. A little later Mario arrived with his Accordion. He and Mollie discussed some song arrangements and soon we started our first practice. At first we were a little pitchy and off time but slowly we got into our groove and the songs became more melodious and the harmony was evident. Aunty Margaret who was listening said that now we stood a better chance of being apart from the other groups. She asked me if Mario would object to wearing female clothes to perform. I told her that Mario had been acting as a female in our school plays for so long that no one ever thought of letting him act as a male. He was more at home in female clothes and moved and postured very well. Uncle Ben arrived from his evening with the men and saw us. He looked at Mario and me and asked why the girl who was there the last time was not present and why two "raw potatoes" were there. Aunty Bertha laughed and told him that she was not here today but would be back. He asked her why two boys were practicing with the girls. Aunty Bertha told him that this was for another event. Uncle Ben nodded and went into the other room and we all giggled silently.

The following week we acted in our class play. Matilda and Mollie dressed me while Mario's mother helped Mario dress. Mario's mother was as tall as Mollie, but more full in figure. Mollie had not seen Mario dressed and she was clearly smitten by his looks. After a while she went over to him and she and his mother Mrs. Miranda started talking to each other. His mother had worn a dark blue silk saree with a thick zari border and looked very sexy in it. Mario did not require much help and soon I noticed that Mollie and Mrs. Miranda were by themselves. When Mrs. Miranda stood in front of the mirror and was adjusting her saree and touching up her face I saw Mollie stand just behind her admiring her. In the meanwhile we were now ready and our class teacher called us to attention. Matilda, Mollie, Mrs. Miranda and the others who were helping us dress all went to sit in the hall with the rest of the audience. While they were going out I noticed that Mrs. Miranda and Mollie were holding hands.

I was once again feeling very feminine and outdid my hysterical screaming and talking as the timid Aunt. The audience liked my performance. After our play had been staged, we had to wait for sometime as the dressing room was being used by the other class. We stood in the balcony that overlooked the school ground. Matilda came over to me and Mario and we started talking about the M girls. Mario had certain suggestions and songs that he said we could perform easily. Mollie and Mrs. Miranda stood close together talking in whispers. I looked at Matilda and pointed with my eyes towards them. She made eyes at me and smiled knowingly. Later Mrs. Miranda, Mollie and Matilda helped us undress and pack our things away. The girls and Mrs. Miranda took our things and went to sit in the hall as the next play was about to begin. Mario and I went to the toilet to relive ourselves I asked Mario if he liked Mollie. He said that he liked her but he sensed that Mollie was more attracted to his mother than to him. I did not say anything so he said that it was something like our Beatrice and Gwendolyn characters. He explained that his mother was secretly attracted to young girls like Mollie and he guessed that Mollie was attracted to older women like her. He said that that was their problem and not to worry about it. I just shook my head and he moved towards me and took me in his arms. I tried to resist but he said that he could make me do as he said whether he was dressed as a girl or a boy. To prove his point he held my head in his hand and kissed me. Before I knew it he had me against the wall and had my pants open and my cock in his hand. I was taken by surprise and did not know how to respond. In the meanwhile I could feel him get more rough and hurting. His actions were not loving or seducing they were more demanding and I could feel him stroke my cock in a rough manner. I told him that he was in too much haste and causing me pain but he carried on till I almost cried in pain. He somehow made me cum, but I felt like he had forced himself on me. I realized that he knew how to take control and was a dominating type. I was a passive type with him as well as with Matilda. With him it did not matter if I was ready for it or not he had to have his way, whereas with Matilda I was her girl and she treated me with love and tenderness. I realized that physical size did not play as much importance as emotional feelings. I was emotional submissive and was easy to manipulate. I vowed that he would not take undue advantage of my naivety

Our class won the competition and I won the best supporting actor award. We now had to act again on the parent's day the following month. Mollie and Matilda were happy too as now we were going to be dressed as English ladies a little longer.

Gwendolyn would be around for a few more weeks and Mona would have to wait for her to be put to rest, before emerging as the real me. Gwendolyn would have to put up with Mario or pay Mario in the same coin that he was shortchanging her with so far.

Gwendolyn's chance to turn the tables on Beatrice came when we had to perform again for the parent' day function. Our play was the last item on the program for the evening. After our play the boys acting as male characters undressed first and packed and left. The principal and the chief guest were to speak so we were told to lower our voices. After a few minutes I found myself alone with Mario. Mario shut the door and then came up to me and pushed me against the table. I tried to resist and he found it exciting and so pushed me all the more against the table, bending me over it so that I was sprawled against the table with him over me. I told him that someone would come and see us but he continued holding me down on the table. I had been subdued and docile for too long and he was taking undue advantage of me. Something inside me revolted and suddenly I lifted my leg and kneed him in the groin. The petticoat and skirt hindered my movement and my knee only managed to hurt him slightly, but it was enough for me to push him off me and move away. I did not want to hurt him just get him off me but he however came after me and tried to push me down on the table once again. I was now ready for him and deflected his push so that he fell on the table face down. I moved quickly and lay on top of him. Although the skirts and petticoat hindered my movements I locked my legs around his and pressed him down with all my weight, holding his arms on either side of him. I continued holding him so that he stayed down. He tried to break free but I continued holding him pressing his stomach against the edge of the table, After a while I released him and moved away, but he was not yet tamed and came after me and we once again locked our arms around each other but I was not going to be bullied today and being taller and larger than him managed to trip him so that we fell to the floor with me on top of him. The fall took the wind of him and I pinned his arms with mine and his body with mine.

Our bodies were now pressing against each other and I felt a sudden excitement. We had rolled next to the mirror and I looked toward it at the same time Mario looked at it. Our eyes met and suddenly a knowing look came over both of us. He stopped struggling under me and the fight went out of him. I released his hands and he lay docile under me waiting for me to make a move. And move I did. I now had him under me and took full advantage of him. Our gowns were already hiked up t our thighs as a result of our struggle with each other. My one hand found his cock and started stroking it, while with the other hand I opened the front of his gown and started pressing first his padded breasts. He told me to undo his bra but I just pushed it up and then started playing with his nipples so that he was begging me to make him cum. I lifted his and my petticoats and skirts and then I ground my cock against his. It felt nice to be on top and press my cock against his. I continued to grind my cock against his as we both came wetting each others underwear fronts. We lay like that for some time and then I rose carefully lifting the petticoat and skirt away from my wet underwear. He did like wise and we went to the toilet to wash ourselves with our petticoats and skirts hiked above our waists. We must have made a funny sight, two women with skirts hiked up to their waist washing their crotches.

He helped me undress and I helped him. While we undressing he told me that we had been like two women in a cat fight and he had enjoyed being subdued by me. He told me that he dressed in his mother's saree on Sundays and would like for me to see him in a saree. I asked him if he could dress me in a sarees and he said that he wanted to see me dressed in a saree. I told him that I had I had not yet worn a saree. He told me that if I wished he could dress me up on the following Sunday afternoon. I told him that I would come to his house along with Matilda. He said it was okay. We washed and dressed as boys. Then we went out to join the other boys in the audience. Later that night I ran the scene in my head and I smiled to myself imagining how we looked as we wrestled in our gowns and petticoats. We had been in a "cat fight". It was funny I had not imagined that I would be dressed as a woman and would be wrestling another boy who was also dressed as a woman and then finally "cumming" like a lesbian couple. The good part was that no one had heard us thru all the commotion and now Gwendolyn and Beatrice could be put away and Mona and Maria could emerge from their shadows.

 

The boys become traditional Indian women secretly.

On Saturday, at school Mario reminded me of our "date". He was eager to patch things up with me and was looking forward to dressing me up in a saree. If only he knew that there was no need for him to remind me as I was not going to miss a chance to wear a saree. Ever since I had seen Mona wear a saree it had been my fondest desire to learn how to wear one and dress up as an Indian woman. My best crossdressing fantasies were of me dressed in sarees as a housewife, bride, working woman etc. Even the slightest thought of wearing a saree and looking and behaving like an Indian woman, thrilled me so much that I felt shivers of pleasure run down my body. I liked to imagine myself as a young Indian housewife all dressed up with garlands of jasmine flowers in my long hair, lots of glass bangles on my wrist, long dangling earrings, beaded necklaces on my neck and 'payals' (slim ankle adornment chains) on my feet. Since my mother and most of my female neighbors seldom wore sarees I was not expecting to get a chance to wear one so soon. Mario's offer was most welcome and I was going to enjoy the experience.

On Sunday afternoon I washed and powdered my body in anticipation of my "new thrill". I packed a spare pair of underwear, in my pocket, knowing that I would be very feminine and thrilled once I was wearing a saree. My heart was racing as I knocked at the front door of Mario's house and waited. My mind was so engrossed with pictures of myself in a saree that I did not pay much attention when the the door was opened by a slim, young maid in a orange and green cotton saree. She looked at me and smiled. I was not expecting a maid and told her that I was here to see Mario. She beckoned me to follow her into the sitting room. I followed and was forced to admire her saree covered figure from behind. She turned around and signaled me to sit on the couch. Now I looked at her more attentively and noticed something about her was strangely familiar. I was trying to figure out what it was as I went over to the couch and sat down. The maid returned in a little while with a glass of water. This time she had covered her head with the pallu of her saree with one hand while she held the tray with the other. I took the glass of water and noticed that her wrists were covered with red glass bangles. They clinked as she moved her hands. I drank the glass of water and placed the empty glass on the tray. She picked up the tray and walked out from the room. I noticed that she was now swinging her hips a little. It pleased me to see that she was trying to get my attention. I shook my head and stopped thinking of her trying to once again get into why I was here in the first place. I was wondering how Mario would dress me in a saree with the maid around. I waited for about five minutes and was getting impatient when the maid once again walked into the room. She started speaking and then it struck me that the maid was "Mario" wearing a saree. We both laughed and I told him that he had fooled me for a while and if I had not known him so well would have continued thinking he was the maid. I asked him to parade for me and admired the way he had transformed himself into a comely maid. Mario was clearly happy with my comments and told me that this was his "Mansi" mode and that I should call him Mansi, since he was already dressed as a young Indian maid. I started addressing him as Mansi in the feminine gender. "She" asked me why Matilda did not come as she had specially dressed to see her reaction to her maid act. I told her that she would be here the next time and I would not tell her anything that happened today, just to see her surprise. I was finding it easy to address him as a female now.

Mansi and I realized that we were going to dress up and be by ourselves the entire afternoon. She however did not rush things and waited till I was in her room before she took my hand and looked me in the eye. She told me that she had been like a 'stupid jerk" trying to dominate me with her manipulations as Mario. I told her that it was alright as I too had been leading "Mario" on instead of resisting his advances. We spoke for a while and I could feel the strain between us die off. As Mansi, he was very gentle and I was being lulled by "her" soft words. She invited me to sit on her bed while she went to her mother's room to get the sarees and stuff we would require. (Mario's father and mother had separated and his mother worked as an executive in one of the five star hotels. Her job required her to wear expensive sarees and dress well).

She returned in a little while with a whole lot of sarees with matching blouses neatly folded and hung on hangers. She spread them out on the bed and asked me to pick out the ones I liked while she went out again to get some petticoats. I looked at the sarees spread before me. I picked one up and held it against my body. It was a pink georgette saree and it felt soft and smooth to touch. I picked another saree. It was a green and orange silk saree. This too felt soft and cuddly, but different from the first one. The next saree I held against me was a brown and black, cotton handloom saree which was a little starched and stiff, yet felt so feminine and inviting. I was wondering which of these sarees would be my first saree when Mansi came back into the room with some saree petticoats. She told me that these blouses were her mothers and would fit both of us. I was having a hard time picking a saree from the many that were laid out before me on the bed. She said that these were her mother's older sarees and so were practically hers now. She told me that she too could not make up her mind sometimes but today she would dress up in her favorite saree and become "Madhu" which was her other Indian femme name.

She said that her other fantasy was to dress like an actress and so she was going to wear the yellow and gold saree later today. Along with it she was going to wear a lot of gold bangles, necklaces, heavy earrings and a lot of make up. I told her that my fantasy was dressing as an Indian housewife with garlands of jasmine in my hair and glass bangles and payals on my feet. She told me then the brown and black cotton handloom saree would be best for me for now. Later she would dress me in the orange cotton sareee she was now wearing. She went again to her mother's room and returned with jasmine garland strings and a dozen red glass bangles. I asked her how she had the jasmine garlands and she said that her mother often wore jasmine flowers when there was a function at the hotel and she had kept it in the fridge to stay fresh. She bought it close to my nose and made me breathe in the scent. It still smelt fresh.

She knew that it was my first time in a saree so to get me started she took the handloom cotton saree and blouse off from the hanger and placed the folded saree on my body so that it lay across my chest and over my left shoulder. She led me to the mirror and let me see how it looked on me. The feel of the saree as it lay over me made me feel very feminine. In the meanwhile Mansi came up behind me and putting her arms around me held me in an embrace. I did not resist and so her hands started moving and caressing me and she started unbuttoning my shirt and gently peeled it away from my body, letting the saree stay on my left shoulder and across my chest. I continued standing in front of the mirror as she undressed me very slowly. Mansi had me soon naked except for the folded saree across my chest and left shoulder. She had not expected me to be so docile and submissive after the last time in the school dressing room. She now guessed that I was going to behave just like the Indian heroines in the Hindi cinema and would be coy yet passionate. She went to her drawer and got out a lady's panty. I stood passively as she put the panty on me. She tucked my aroused cock inside and then she helped me into a brown cotton saree petticoat. This she tied tight around my waist. She then took the saree and placed it on the bed as she helped me into a 38 C cupped bra. She filled the cups with foam and then had me wear the blouse. The blouse fit me well and I was pleased to see my figure in a petticoat and tight fitting saree blouse with well filled out cups. Mansi then made me sit on a stool as she started working on my face. The foundation, eyeliner, rouge and lipstick followed. Then she bought out a long haired wig with the hair tied up in a long loose plait at the back. She fixed on my head a tight skull cap with Velcro fixed at different spots. She placed the wig and fixed it to the Velcro so that it stayed firmly on my head. She took the jasmine string garlands and attached it at the back of my head. Then she made me stand up as she guided my feet in high heeled slippers. On my ankles she attached the payals.

She fixed medium sized earring on my ears and a "bindi" in the center of my forehead between my eyebrows. She made me face the mirror and I saw that I now looked like a an attractive young Indian woman in only her blouse and petticoat. While I was admiring myself she came up behind me and once again held me to her. I was feeling really womanly and so leaned against her. She whispered in my ears that I was a "real Indian woman" and she was going to give me a new femme name, "Mangala". I told her that I was feeling like an Indian woman and was happy with the name. She knew that I was now impatient to wear the saree and so asked me to say out my new name softly. I whispered my new name Mangala, and she told me to repeat it and then she too started calling me Mangala. By now I wanted her to dress me in the saree so badly that I was willing to do anything she said. She whispered in my ears that I was Mangala, her Indian housewife. I nodded and she started draping the saree on me. Although I was lost in the thrill of becoming a woman I still concentrated on seeing and learning how she was draping the saree on me. Mansi had worn a saree many times and it showed in the way she expertly draped me in it. She draped the saree moderately tight and pleated the pallu which she pinned to the blouse near my left shoulder. Once dressed I felt like I was floating on cloud nine and in a little while I was swinging my hips and walking about his room, playing with the pallu like a practiced Indian woman. Mansi showed me how to handle the pleats while I walked and how to manage walking and sitting so that I felt more and more feminine. The pallu over my shoulder made me feel like a woman. I looked like a slim, young woman of twenty in the saree. Mansi was also excited and said that a beautiful woman like me needed a handsome man. I agreed and she said that maybe in the future we could go out as two woman and see if we could hook ourselves a couple of handsome guys. I was now feeling so womanly that I agreed to all she was saying as she took my arm and pulled me into a tight embrace. She kissed me and I kissed her back in response. Her hands caressed my saree covered bottoms and hips and she whispered hoarsely "Mangala, my beauty". All of a sudden I felt a rush of shyness and pushed her away and started behaving just like I had seen the actresses do in the movies. I thwarted her advances and dodged her kisses so that she was touching my saree and kissing my back and head instead of my face. She started becoming more ardent in her behavior, laughing and calling me Mangala. After a while she suddenly said that maybe Mangala was shy around another female. I told her that I was just trying to build up our foreplay and I liked her the way she was. But she was already undraping the saree and saying that Mangala had to see "Madhu" her sexier counter part.

Mansi wasted no time in changing into a cream satin saree petticoat and yellow and gold bordered saree blouse. She had been wearing lady's panties all along. This was the first time I had seen "her" in only panties. She quickly and expertly undressed and then put on all the adornment and trappings of a young actress, including false eyelashes. She changed into another wig that had a small beehive like bun on top of her head and fell to her shoulders. She wore the silk saree so that it was draped tightly across her torso and highlighted her breasts and buns. She pinned the pallu so that it fell loose over her left shoulder and arm and walked about like an Indian film starlet. I was already thrilled with my transformation and was beyond control watching Mansi. I told her that she looked beautiful and she thanked me and said that I should now call her Madhu, as that was her name when she dressed like this. She asked me if I had got used to walking in the saree and when I said yes she told me that she was going to take me for a short stroll outside the house once it was a little dark. We could not go out while it was still light as we had on too much makeup and it would look unrealistic.

In the meanwhile Madhu instructed me on how to play around with the pallu and pleats. When she was satisfied with my performance she led me to the kitchen where she showed me how to tuck my pallu inside the waist of my saree as I did some house work. She showed me how to make a cup of tea and how to serve it. She even showed me how to sip the tea like a lady. I was enjoying myself so much that I lost sense of time. Madhu had however been looking at the time and wanted that we should have enough time to have a short stroll outside and return in time to change. Madhu and Mansi had been outside many times but Mangala was going out for the first time. I held on to Madhu's arm as she led me outside. The first few steps were tentative, but with Madhu urging me on I was soon strolling out with her. My heart was racing and my mind fuzzy as she led me for a short stroll and brought me back inside her house. I was only aware of her hands holding me. The rest was like a flash. Once inside she took me in her arms and kissed me. The stroll outside had me shivering in excitement. I was already light headed and Madhu relised that I was in no mood to resist her advances now. In no time she was kissing and petting me and I was responding lie a drunken woman. Madhu led me to the mirror and I was thrilled to see myself in her arms. She turned me a round and slowly started undraping my saree. I knew what was coming but did not resist. I wanted her to go all the way. I was now "her woman". She kissed the parts that were exposed and called me her beautiful wife. I liked the way she was calling me her wife and moved my hips and buns against her front. When she had peeled the saree off me, she led me to the bed and gently pushed me on it, on my back. She lifted my legs so that I was flat out on my back. Then she gently covered me with her saree covered body. I lay below her as she kissed me and played with my body. She now was in charge and her lips started moving down my body and her hands lifted my petticoat and pushed it up my thighs. Her fingers played with the inside of my thighs and fleetingly caressed my panty covered crotch. In a little while she coaxed me to lift my buns so that she pulled down the panty. Now she took my cock in her hands and gently played with it. I had already been wetting my panty for the past hour yet my cock responded to her ministrations and I suddenly realized that she was kissing it and licking it. She then put it in her mouth and started sucking me off. I held her head to my crotch urging her to swallow me fully. Her actions paid off and soon I was shooting my load into her mouth. She took my load and swallowed it. She found a cloth which she used to wipe my cock and pelvic area and then she pulled down my petticoat and once again climbed up on top of me kissing me so that I was licking and tasting my own cum.

She went on kissing me and I responded to her kisses then she held me and rolled over so that I was on top of her. She guided my hands to her breasts and slowly I understood that she wanted me to do what she had done to me. My lips traced a path slowly down to her crotch. I lifted her saree and petticoat and touched her thighs. Then I pulled down her panty and started kissing and licking her cock. I felt it grow harder and harder and felt her hand on my head urging me to mouth her. I did sucking her like she had done me. Soon I felt her shoot in my mouth. Her warm cum was gushing in my mouth but she kept her hold on my head so that I was forced to swallow her cum. My fingers went under her and I started playing with her ass hole. She lifted her buns and spread her legs so that I was now fingering her ass. She liked what I was doing and told me to go on. I felt her cock stir again and so I took her cock in one hand and continued fingering her with the other. She was now calling me her Mangala and urging me to go deeper and stroke her faster. I did as she said and soon she was cumming again. I stroked and fingered her till she was spent. Then I took the cloth she had used to wipe me and wiped her off. I let petticoat and saree down and took her in my arms and we dozed off, satiated..

I woke to see that Madhu had undraped her saree and removed her costume jewellery. She was in only a petticoat and blouse. She asked me to rise from the bed and started removing my remaining pieces of clothing and jewellery and soon had me naked. Once naked she led me to the bathroom. She tied up my hair in a bun and covered it with a shower cap. Then she made me sit on a small plastic stool. She lifted her petticoat and tied it so that it was now like a short skirt. Then she started bathing me. I sat submissively as she washed me like a young girl. All the while she whispered endearments and kept on calling me Mangala. When she had me washed she told me to stand as she wrapped a large towel around me. Then she let down her petticoat and led me to the bedroom once again. I was feeling so feminine and girlie to be bathed by her. She asked if I liked what she did to me and I shook my head. Then she removed the shower cap and wig from my head and after wiping me dry started dressing me in my own clothes. When I was dressed she kissed me once again and told me to wait as she undressed and washed herself. Then she dressed up as Mario and led me to out to the front door.

We decided to meet and dress in sarees whenever possible.

Now that we were dressed as boys we were shy with each other and hurriedly decided to dress again next Sunday.

I was so thrilled with my own looks and the pleasure of wearing a saree that I forgot I was a male and was lost in 'the saree world'.

Mona…. or Mangala…. I did not care as long as I was a woman dressed in a saree.

Mario and I met several times secretly and dressed in a variety of his mother's sarees. By the fourth or fifth time I was able to dress a sari on my own. Mario also introduced me to hair removal and now my face and body was hairless and smooth like that of a young woman. Matilda and Mollie did not know about our secret trysts and wondered about how we were able to maintain our girlish looks.

We practiced twice every week and I was getting used to playing the bass. Mollie too was now playing the mandolin well. With Matilda and Mario on the guitar and accordion the M girls were beginning to sound really good.

The M girls make their public appearance.

The next week the M girls were to make our public debut. During our practice sessions we had been able to play out a few songs very well. Since we were entering a competition we were allowed only two songs. Uncle Ben had suddenly taken a interest in us knowing that we were two boys and two girls. At first he was worried how we would look as girls but when he was told that the girl he had seen practicing the first day was none other than me he was confident that we would be able to pull it off. He had a fine hear for music and he selected two of our best songs. Then he made us do a little change in the tempo and arrangement so that it sounded much better. His help boosted our confidence and we were sure of ourselves regarding the music.

Aunty Bertha and Mrs. Miranda had the task of making us look attractive and audience friendly. Their aim was to make us look young and sexy. Young we were but to look sexy we needed the right clothes without looking cheap. The four of us were all tall and well built compared to other girl of the same age. With heels and the new wave hairstyle we would look taller. Aunty Bertha decided that we would all wear knee length dresses with tight bust lines and tighter waists. Since we were all fair she decided a deep wine color would look good on us. The girls hair would be done up in a small hive. A cloth hair band of the same with a small bow at the top would add a nice touch. Mario and I would have similar wigs with cloth hair bands. The ends of our hair would curl inwards just above our necks. The dresses would have a wide neck and short sleeves. Since Mario and I were plump our hairless arms looked like those of a plump girl. Our jewels consisted of strings of white imitation pearl bead necklaces and imitation pearl earrings. On our feet we wore 2 and a half inch red high heel shoes.

It took Aunty Bertha a couple of weeks to finish stitching the dresses and complete the rest of the accessories. We had to wear corsets which pushed up our chest and breasts and narrowed our waist. The first time we tried the corset Mario and me could hardly bend or breathe let alone sing. Besides singing we also had to be able to play our instruments. Uncle Ben decided that we would wear our corsets under our normal boy clothes at home and during practice so that we would get used to them. It took us nearly three weeks of practice of wearing the corsets and singing and playing instruments for us to be able to give our best. Even the girls had trouble performing in the corsets. Aunty Bertha got us wearing the shoes during practice so we got used to them and a short padded slip around our hips. The trying on of the dresses also tested us and it took a lot of patience on the part of Aunty Bertha and Mrs. Miranda, who often came to help after her working hours.. On the day before the competition we had a full dress rehearsal. We really looked and sounded great and the look on Uncle Ben, Aunty Bertha and Mrs. Miranda said it all.

On the day of the competition we dressed at Aunty Bertha's place. Uncle Ben arranged for his friends to carry our instruments and other things. We looked like young bridesmaids in our wine colored knee length dresses. The cut of our dresses emphasized our full breasts and narrow waists. The padded slips which Mario and I wore made our bottoms look full and round. With all the hairstyle, makeup and other accessories we looked great. We matched our appearance with a great performance. We were introduced simply as the M girls. The audience loved us and applauded our performance very enthusiastically. We had done our best while looking our best. After our performance we received many catcalls and whistles. Besides many young men we were crowded by young girls and older people too. I was surprised at the attention we received. As a young boy no one cared so much for my performances even when I had performed very well. Now as a part of a female foursome and dressed as a female I was getting much more attention than I could ever expect. We won in the quart ret division and when the Sweet Potatoes went on stage to receive the prize the crowd went wild.

After the prizes were announced we found ourselves surrounded once more by admirers and well wishers. Most of our neighbors knew Matilda and Mollie, but could not recognize "Maria and Mona" as local girls. Uncle Ben, Aunty Bertha, Mrs. Miranda, Mollie's parents, my mother and us went to the restaurant on the main road to celebrate. I enjoyed the attention I was receiving and the stares from the young men. I tried to look away from the guys who were looking my way but every now and then I would lock eyes with a few young men. I was amazed at the way I was able to make them look my way. Mario too was having a great time flirting with the young men who looked his way. The girls were in their elements. It was a good thing that we had the older people with us. We had a great time as the M girls. It was with reluctance that we finally decided to go back to Aunty Bertha's place to change.

The M girls were invited to perform for a few functions over the next few months. We managed to please the audiences and so became quite popular. All through the Christmas week we were invited and booked to perform as a result we had to have a few more dresses and outfits. Our next outfits were long black skirts with cream full sleeved blouses. Later we had brown pleated skirts and lemon short sleeved blouses. With the outfits we had a change of hairstyles and shoes. Aunty Bertha was our manager and she did a good job of it as we were now being paid for our performances. That took care of the outfits and accessories, with a little left over for each individual. However since we were in the final year of high school we took a break from performing during the months of January, February and March.

After the final examination we once again regrouped and started performing. Since it was summer we were called upon to perform in different parishes and districts. I always changed into Mona at Aunty Bertha's place. I was now dressing up on my own. Matilda was happy with the way I was transforming myself into Mona and being her girl. We tried to put up a good front and behaved ourselves, even though the urge to kiss and touch each other was always there. We had fun traveling as girls. Mario and I traveled along with Aunty Bertha, Mollie and Matilda by the public transport often and even traveled in the ladies compartment in the local railway trains. Wherever we went we were received with loud cheers and whistles and we had many admirers. Aunty Bertha's presence was the reason that many of our ardent admirers were reluctant to approach us and ask us out. At first it seemed funny that Mario and I were the two M girls with the most number of admirers. Performing as a female had paid off and I was more appreciated and admired by the audience than when I had performed as a male. After a few performances it all leveled out and we all were popular and many of the young men tried to reach us when we were back stage and out of Aunty Bertha's sight. I enjoyed being mobbed by my admirers but Matilda made sure I stayed in line.

Mona and them girls were here to stay

  

  

  

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