The Pussycat's Growl

by Josephine Gonsalves

  

Sunita opened her eyes slowly and looked around, still groggy with sleep. She had been curled up on her right side and now wished to shift to a more comfortable position. She gently lifted up Bobby's arm, which was wrapped protectively around her, careful not to let her bangles clink, and shifted her position slowly so that she was now curled up with her back to Bobby. She looked around the quiet room, in the early morning light and could feel Bobby's gentle breathing, against her back. She sighed contently and took in the scene. On the chair were her clothes and at the foot of the bed were Bobby's. The way the clothes lay, were a reminder of their last night's frenzied passion. The clothes lay in a trail from the sitting room up to the bed. She was happy and had always fantasized her first night as a bride to be like this.

It had been a long wait and slow journey up to here, but their love for each other had flourished and now she was going to hold on to it. Sunita had the best night of her life and smiled as she thought about it. She felt a slight thrill pass thru her body and moved one hand to her crotch and the other to her breasts. Her right hand passed over her vagina and lower body, while her left hand moved to her breasts. She looked at the saree, she had worn last night that lay on the chair. She had worn a grand bridal saree and all the other adornments of an Indian bride. Bobby had worn an off white silk sherwani and pink starched muslin turban and looked so handsome, as her bridegroom. She had held on to Bobby's arm all evening and during the small reception and was thrilled when Bobby had cradled her and kissed her in front of all present. She had marveled at the way Bobby had carried her so easily. When they had retired to the privacy of their home Bobby had once again carried her and this time rocked her like a baby. Then they had started kissing and undressing each other with passion and had made passionate love. Sunita knew that she could always rely on Bobby to make her happy and fulfill her desires. They were in the prime of life and madly in love with each other.

Sunita closed her eyes savoring the moment. Yes she and Bobby were finally married and were sharing the same bed. But how did she, born as Sunil a simple boy from a small village, land here in the arms of Bobby, a buxom woman whose real name was Basanti ?.

Sunil was sixteen years old, when this journey started. Besides being small in size for his age and standing just 5 feet tall, he was small boned, slim and weighed only 42 kgs. His skin was smooth and fair complexioned, making him the envy of many girls and women. His mother had died during childbirth and his drunkard father had left him with his Mother's sister (Aunt), who was childless. His Aunt's husband was a lazy drunk and had run off with another woman, leaving her to care for herself and Sunil. She sold vegetables in the local market and with the little she earned she had managed to educate him, so that he had passed his S.S.C.(high school). Being poor she had taught him to fend for himself and he had learned to look after the daily household chores, like cooking, cleaning, washing etc., while she spent her days in the market.

Sunil was quick footed and could climb trees and swim very well. His slim built made him very agile and quick. But being from the poor section of town he was always picked on by the other boys at school. His feminine featured face and complexion made it worse for him as the other boys would call him a 'chikna'. Sunil soon stopped mixing with the other boys and became a loner. In the ninth grade his class teacher had selected him to play a girl's role in the class drama. There were only two girls in his class and they were already acting as the wife and daughter. His role was that of a maid servant in a rich household. The role required him to wear a maid's dress of a ghagra, blouse and a half saree. His costume was provided by one of the girls. When he had first worn it his class teacher and the others were surprised at how pretty he looked as a girl. The blouse required only proper padding and they decided to make him wear a bra which they stuffed with cotton. One of the girls was so thrilled with his transformation that she had picked him up in her arms, on an impulse. Sunil had enjoyed being dressed and lifted by the girl so much that he had wetted his underwear. This experience of wearing female's clothing had a profound effect on him. He started feeling a deep yearning and liking for dressing in female clothes and acting like a female. While most boys fantasized about talking and feeling up girls he would fantasize about the clothes they were wearing and how he would look in them.

He started experimenting by secretly wearing his Aunt's sarees, at home. She wore the nine yards saree, in the Maharashtrian style, so there was no need for a petticoat. His Aunt's blouses were large and she wore no bra. He remembered the thrill he got when he hastily wrapped her saree around himself. Since he did the washing he used to wait for her to put on a fresh saree. She had a habit of undraping her saree , without disturbing the pleats and placing it neatly on the back porch clothesline. When he saw his Aunt put on a fresh saree he knew that the used one was hanging neatly on the clothesline. When alone he would take the saree from the clothesline and drape it, tucking it into his shorts, without disturbing the pleats so that the middle pleat which was longer could be taken between the legs and tucked at the back. Her blouses were much to large for him but still he wore them. Then he would do the housework dressed like that. After completing the chores he would go up to the mirror and admire himself. He tried different poses like covering his head with the pallu, spreading the pallu etc fantasizing he was a housewife and would get excited.

At first he felt just pleasure all over whenever he wore his aunt's saree, but as he grew older his penis started getting erect and he soon learned to jerk off. After the first few times he learned how to be careful not to stain the saree. He would undrape the saree and place it as before on the clothesline. He used to let her saree be there on the clothesline, so that he could wear it again the next day and the day after. When his Aunt asked him to wash her saree he was most happy, cause then he did not have to wear shorts. Instead he tied a cotton cord around his waist. He now wore her saree directly over his bare skin and was not afraid of staining the saree with his semen as he was going to wash it later. He enjoyed the feel of the cotton saree against his private parts and usually jerked off twice or thrice, before undraping the saree and putting it in the wash. He was happy with his little crossdressing activity and had not yet ventured into trying out his aunt's better sarees which she seldom used. He told himself that he would get some more female items like a bra and petticoat and then would try and dress in the Nivi style like the younger women did. He had tried a few times to wear his aunt's silk saree, but could not manage the pleats, besides he was worried that if he lost control he would stain the saree. For the moment he was happy wearing his aunt's already pleated everyday sarees.

All this changed when his Aunt suddenly took ill and had passed away. Her husband had returned and had taken possession of the house where he had lived with his aunt. His uncle and his 'new' wife and daughter changed his life. His uncle was a mean and rough man. No one in their neighborhood liked him. His common law 'wife', Radha was dark but had an attractive figure. She was much younger than his uncle and had taken charge over all articles and things belonging to his aunt. Her fifteen year old daughter, Gita was also dark, but much taller and heavier than Sunil. She was quite mature physically. She bullied him and threatened to beat him if he disagreed with her. Radha made him do most of the housework so he was not able to attend school anymore, while Gita who was not so academically inclined attended school. Radha was jealous of Sunil's fair color and smooth skin and treated him like a servant, ordering him about. He was more afraid of her and her daughter than his uncle. He tried to please her by doing as they said. He did all the household work under her supervision, while Gita lazed about or went out with her friends. He was like a male 'Cinderella', doing all the work and hardly having time for himself. His housework took up most of his time so he rarely went out of the house. Even his food was rationed out. In short he was their servant. Inspite of the hardship he was made to undergo still he stayed passive and silent. His feminine nature made it all bearable. But after a while he was started getting attracted to their clothes, which they left carelessly around for him to pick up and wash.

He secretly tried on the skirts, petticoats, salwar kameez and blouses of Gita. Her clothes were loose and long for him but he quite like wearing them. Dressed in her clothes he would masturbate, but feel guilty later for liking her clothes. Since he could not wear her clothes during the day time, he used to get up late at night and secretly take her clothes from the wash basket and go to the outhouse where he hastily wore them. This became a nightly routine and he knew that it was only a matter of time, before he was found out. Added to this was the fact that his uncle's wife and daughter tormented him by making sure he saw them half naked or by exposing their breasts and thighs slyly. When he made no move to accept their seductions they stared teasing him and called him a 'byliah', which means sissy in local language. A few months after they moved in, Gita happened to wake up while he was taking her clothes to the outhouse. She followed him to the outhouse and watched as he dressed in her clothes. Then she confronted him and told him that since he liked dressing as a girl he would live as one. The next day Radha egged on by Gita, locked away his male clothes and forced him to wear Gita's old petticoat, bra and blouse and do the housework. He was reluctant at first, so they easily subdued him and forcibly undressed him. He felt ashamed as he stood naked in front of them and agreed to wear the clothes. When he was finally dressed they looked at him with surprise to see how pretty he looked in Gita's old simple clothes. Gita was most thrilled and told him to grow his hair as from now on she would be treat him like a girlfriend if he behaved like a girl.

Gita gave him a bundle of her old clothes which were now tight for her. Now that he was dressing and behaving like a girl she was very nice to him and often touched him lovingly. Radha too started softening towards him. Gita was attracted to him and often held his hands in hers as they sat on the back porch. From holding hands they advanced to light caressing and petting till she had him sit in her lap while they kissed. He enjoyed being feminized by Gita and looked forward to their daily kissing. He also liked sitting in her lap with her arms around him. When his hair was about shoulder length they decided that now he was ready for more feminization and so arranged for his ears to be pierced and stitched him a new blouse and dressed him in Radha's silk sari. His first reaction to wearing a sari was so thrilling that he was willing to do anything just to be dressed in a sari Radha saw how pretty he looked in her sari and also was attracted to him. Now he not only was Gita's girlfriend but also Radha's woman. Unlike Gita, Radha had a lot of sexual experience with men and she now used her experience on him. She had him dressed and then she would enjoy seeing him get excited. She then had him make love to her as she straddled him. He did not protest and she took it as a sign of his weakness. They now had him in female clothes like petticoats and blouses the whole time and dressed him occasionally in saris when they were in good mood. It was fortunate that they had a well in the back courtyard, or he would have to fetch water, dressed as a girl. His uncle saw him wearing his wife's and daughter's clothes and started getting ideas. He started sneaking to his bedside when he was alone and forcing him to behave like a girl. It started with petting and caressing, then to masturbating and finally forcing him to giving head. He complained to Radha, who berated his uncle. Now Radha and Gita made him do girly things like wash their backs and help them dress. He knew that although he enjoyed being a female he was being used. He was slowly getting trapped. As much as he liked being a girl and having sex with Radha and kissing Gita it would not lead to any lasting relationship. There was no real love. Both Radha and Gita were only using him. Soon Gita would pass her SSC and go to the city. Radha would find another lover once her infatuation with him was over. It was much sooner that Radha got fed up with his uncle and left along with Gita with another man. Now he was alone with his uncle, fortunately that was when his cousin Raju suddenly visited.

Sunil wore his male clothes when Raju visited. He persuaded Raju to take him along with him to Bombay. Raju and his uncle had a talk over a few drinks. Raju convinced his uncle to let Sunil start working in Bombay. Raju convinced him that he would make sure he had a job and sent him money. The promise of a monthly income convinced him. So he had come to Bombay. Raju had managed to help him find a job as a peon in advertising firm in a big high rise office block, in the commercial part of town. His employers did not mind his long hair provided he tied it neatly in a pony tail during working hours. His duty was from eight thirty in the morning till six in the evening, five days a week. Raju did not have a regular job. He worked as an extortionist, for a local gangster.

Raju and he shared a small 'kholi', in the labor camp, in Mahim. The camp consisted of ten double rows of barrack like structures, with one main lane in the middle and smaller lanes between the rows. Each barrack had eight back to back 'kholis' or rooms. Four faced off one lane and the other four the adjacent lane. Raju's 'kholi' was in the last one in the last row, making it the corner one. Since it was in the corner and far from the main gate of the camp, it was secluded. The kholis consisted of a two rooms, one a large all purpose room and the other a small kitchen with a enclosed space for washing and bathing. The barrack's were single storied and had tiled roofs. All the occupants of these kholis had extended their roofs in front, and placed stringed cots, which they used as verandah, for entertaining visitors. The lanes between the rows of shacks were occupied with bananas trees, drumsticks trees, green bushes and flower plants. Clothes lines ran along the length of the rows of each barrack and were always covered with washed clothes drying out. Each barrack had toilets built at the far end. The cement water tanks on top of the toilets and barracks provided water for bathing and toilet purposes. Drinking and cooking water was filled from the common tap in the middle of the camp.

Raju was street smart and took advantage of Sunil, making him do all the chores and house work. Sunil was already used to doing all the household work, but he did not like fetching water from the common taps. He awoke at 6 a.m. and after his morning routine, he prepared breakfast and lunch. He bathed, breakfasted and packed his lunch box. Then he dressed and left for work at 7.45. In the evenings he purchased their groceries and fresh vegetables, washed their clothes and cooked the evening meal. After their meal while Raju went around the neighborhood on his extortion and petty gangster work, Sunil washed up and joined the local women at the drinking water common taps. This water was for drinking and cooking. The water was pumped only once a day, between 8 and 9 o'clock every evening. He was the only male who fetched water from the taps. This was mostly done by women and girls, who used metal pots for carrying this water. Most women carried two ten liter pots on their head and a larger one on their hips. Sunil tried imitating their style, but found that he was not as strong as them, so he filled and fetched water one pot at a time. He had filled and fetched water back in the village, but here it was different.

At first he was shy and tried to avoid the women, by trying to fill water after they had filled theirs. But within a week he wanted to get it done with quickly and just joined the queue trying to fill his pots as quickly as possible. In a fortnight or so he was into the water filling routine, jostling for the water like the other women, helping lift and being helped to lift the pots onto the heads of each other. Sometimes there was a delay in the pumping of the water, which resulted in the women gossiping and teasing each other about some past or present incidents or events as they waited. During one of these 'waiting' period one of the younger women started joking with Sunil, saying that Raju had a nice housewife. Soon the others joined in. One of them said that he was still 'fresh' and could not lift the pots like they did. This made the others laugh. Another woman said that he was like a girl and needed help. Sita who lived in the first kholi, in the same row said she would help if he wore a saree. Basanti, his buxom next door neighbor said that she would lift him and his pots if he were to wear a sari as he would look much prettier than the whole lot of them. Others said that if he could easily take up female work like that of a housemaid, office cleaner or packer, maybe he would earn more than what he earned as a peon and maybe Raju would fall for him and marry him.

He blushed and just kept quiet, but since that day he was nicknamed Suni, making it sound androgynous. Since he did not object the younger women treated him like their friend or 'sayheli', touching his face and hands as they talked to him sometimes. He liked it best when the teased him about dressing him as a woman. If they only knew his secret and his mental and physiological struggle to control himself. He wished Basanti or one of the others would just forcibly dress him up as a woman, preferably in a saree and make him her woman, just as Radha and Gita had done to him.

After filling the water he cleaned up and prepared their sleeping arrangements which consisted of mats and sheets spread on the floor. Then he would press his clothes and polish his shoes in preparation for the next day. By 9.30 at night he was so tired that he just fell asleep. But Saturday nights and the week ends were more relaxing. Sunil usually washed their bed sheets and cleaned the rooms on Saturdays. Sunday he usually ate out at the nearby Irani hotel. Sunday was also the day that Sunil got to watch TV. On Sunday Basanti had a weekly off from her job at the plastic factory. Basanti had a TV and cable connection. She invited him to watch in return for preparing her tea. She sat on her bed while he sat on a stool just inside her front door.

Raju spent most of his evenings out. On weekends he did not come home. He was out gambling, drinking and womanizing. This left Sunil alone. After finishing the chores he watched his neighbors complete their chores and hang out their clothes for drying. Some times he went to see a movie in the nearby cinema. After every film, he would fantasize he was the heroine and how he would look like in her clothes. He enjoyed watching films where the women were buxom and wore low cut blouses and tightly draped sarees. He wondered how it would feel like to have big breasts and walk about in silk sarees.

Other times he just walked to the nearby bus stop and watched as females boarded and alighted from the buses. He casually watched how the women would lift their sarees to climb or alight exposing their lower legs and how they held their pallus and duppattas so that it would not catch on any edges. He noted their movements and gestures. He wondered if he would find some woman who would find him attractive and marry him. His fantasy was to meet an older woman, who would teach him to dress like a woman in a saree. He would be like a wife to her in private, whereas in public he would be her husband.

  

  

  

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