The Pussycat's Growl

by Josephine Gonsalves

   

Raju's offer of sheltering him and getting him employed was an escape path to Bombay. Bombay was a big city and his chances of finding someone to share his fantasy were better. But in the six months since he had come here he had been outside the labor camp, on few occasions. Most of his time was spent doing household chores or watching TV. He kept thinking of ways of how he would convince Basanti to dress him as a woman in her saree. The way the young women had been teasing him recently about his feminine features was too much for him. He thought about buying his own saree and dressing secretly at home, but how was he to get a saree and the other female items he required. He received a monthly salary of Rs. 3000. From this amount he paid Raju Rs. 1500 as his monthly share of expenses, Rs. 1000 he sent to his uncle, which left him only Rs. 500 for his own expenses.

On weekend nights when he was alone, he did his chores quickly and then watched as his female neighbors came out wearing only their petticoats and blouses. Often they dried their hair or hung out their sarees for airing or drying. Most of the young women who lived here worked in the small scale industries as packers or were house maids, shop assistants, office cleaners etc. They did their own home work early in the morning and returned late in the evenings. They did their washing and hung out their clothes to dry on the strings that lined the lanes. In the six months, since he came here, he knew the routine of many of the neighbors. His favorite pastime was to watch Basanti, from the shelter of his window. Basanti was in her early twenties, full figured, wheat complexioned and worn her sarees in the Nivi or Gujarati style depending on the type of saree she was wearing. She looked quite attractive and the boys and young men were always eyeing her. The talk around was that she had been in love with a gangster, who had ditched her after being her lover for a couple of years. This had marred her chances of finding a good man. Inspite of this she was always smiling and put up a good front. The other women liked her carefree and happy nature. She lived alone now that her mother had gone back to their village for good. He too liked her and always tried to be near her everyday at the water taps. She was a little taller and heavier built than him. He liked to watch as she picked up the water pots. The movement caused her boobs to swell, nearly popping off from her bra and choli. Many a time her clothes got wet as she filled water and they clung to her, making her look sexy. Sunil did not know if it was Basanti or Basanti's clothes he was more attracted to.

Sunil touched her clothes, which were hanging from the clothes line as he passed by on his way to and from work. The little feels were now gnawing at his insides and he wanted to wear them. He even started getting ideas of quietly stealing her things from the clothes lines. One Saturday evening, on his way back from the late movie he secretly took a blouse from Sita's clothesline. He went home quickly. Raju was not around. With trembling hands he tried it on and found that it was a little tight as Sita was a thin woman. He was not able to hook it up completely, yet he kept it on, wearing a loose shirt over it. He untied his hair and combed it in a feminine style. That night he slept with the blouse on. The next morning he removed it and placed it where he had pinched it from. The next Saturday night he 'borrowed' Sudha's bra from her clothesline. His hands shook as he tried to put on the bra. He put his hands thru the straps, let the straps settle on his shoulders and tried to hook it up behind. His hands were shivering more than ever, which made it more difficult. He was not successful on his first attempts. When finally he was able to hook the bra he noticed that the shoulder straps were loose. He adjusted the length of the straps, noting the original marks. The cups needed a lot of filling up. He used balled up face towels as padding. They filled out the front of his chest, blocking his view of his feet. He now had to bend over a little more than usual to see his feet. The bra felt loose at the back so he looked in the mirror and noticed that he had hooked it on the first hooks. He would have to hook it on the last one to make it fit a little tight. Now he struggled to unhook the bra. After a little struggle he did manage to unhook the bra. With a lot of difficulty he was able to hook up the bra on the last hook.

Soon every Saturday night he was 'borrowing' bras and petticoat which were left out for the night, wearing them quietly at home and returning them to the clotheslines, in the morning. In a few weeks time he had managed to wear bras, blouses and petticoats, belonging to all three female neighbors, Sita, Sudha and Basanti, who lived in the same lane. Since no one knew about it he felt safe. In fact it became like an adventure, giving him a thrill. Now he was planning on trying on their sarees.

During the week and day time he lived a normal life. He liked his work, especially in the mornings and evenings as at those times the lifts were full with office going females, who wore beautiful clothes and did not worry if they pressed against him in the morning and evening rush hour. Their clothes like saree pallus and dupattas (Orni) swept against his fore arms and hands sending nice feelings up his arms..

He finally got his chance when Basanti went to her village for a few days. She gave her room key to him, for safe keeping. That weekend when Raju had left on his weekend 'outing', Sunil took the key and went to Basanti's room. He let himself in quietly and checked out her place. Her room was similar to the one he shared with Raju, except she had a wooden four post bed in one corner and a large wooden cupboard with a full length mirror besides it. On top of the cupboard were cardboard cartoons and boxes. He tried the cupboard and found it locked. On the bed was a black blouse and petticoat. He removed his shirt and with trembling hands tried to put on the blouse. His fingers shook so much that he was having trouble hooking up the front of the blouse. The sleeves were a little loose, but the shoulders and neck fit well. Without padding the front looked flat. Yet he was happy just to know that her blouse fit him well. Then he took up the petticoat and put it on over his shorts. He tied the drawstring at his waist tight. He looked in the mirror and found that even without any hip padding he had quite a nice feminine figure. It was his slim waist and flat stomach. He found two thin face towels and rolled them into balls. These he inserted in the blouse and shaped them as breasts. Now his image in the mirror was all the more pleasing.

He wanted to wear more of her things now. He found her powder, kajal and lipstick and standing in front of the mirror he applied them to his cheeks, eye lashes and lips. He found a small plastic pouch with different sizes of sticker bindis. He took a large one and stuck it in the middle of his forehead in line with his eyebrows. He untied his long hair and combed it with a middle parting making him look womanish. He admired himself and saw that with a little more jewelry and makeup he would look very attractive and better than most of the women in this camp. It had been so long since he had dressed as a woman. As his confidence grew he decided to look in the suitcase for her sarees. He found a small plastic stool. This he lifted as though he was a woman, not in his usual style. He climbed the stool, trying to imitate the women he saw at the bus stop and his neighbors by lifting his petticoat slightly. He tried the suitcase lid but found it locked. He was desperate to wear her saree now so he looked some more and found a straw basket and a steel trunk under the bed. In the basket he found a few pairs of flat and high heeled slippers. He tried on the slippers and found that his feet were almost the same size as hers. He slipped on his feet a pair of inch high strapped slippers with open toes. He walked in them and was trilled looking at his reflection in the mirror. The steel trunk was heavy, but he slid it from under the bed. The lid was shut but had no lock. He opened it and saw that it contained gift wrapped bedsheets, towels, vases, etc. and some old sarees and blouses. He selected a dark brown and yellow printed cotton one and matching blouse. He shut the trunk and pushed it back to its original place.

All he required now was a bra. This he found under the pillow. He now had a bra, blouse, petticoat and saree. Then he quickly unhooked the blouse he was wearing. In his haste he forgot the padding and almost ripped the blouse while pulling it off from his arms. His excitement was peaking as he quickly wore the bra. He adjusted the bra and put on the brown blouse. This blouse fit him nicely. Now he was ready for the saree. He unfolded it and spread it out. He tried to drape it but noticed that there was a fall and he had it on the wrong way. He reversed it and now found that he was draping it the right way. But his excitement was now peaking. His hands were shivering beyond control, with excitement. He was wearing Basanti's clothes. Her fragrance and sweat was evident on the clothes. He felt his penis twitch with ecxitment. He was going to cum. He quickly lifted the petticoat and saree and came out in jerks. When his cumming was done he calmed down and used his vest to dry up the front of his under wear. Then using it as a shield he removed the petticoat and saree. He then unhooked the blouse and bra. He folded all the items and placed them in the same order he had found them. He dressed and left her place locking her door. He went to his room, cleaned and changed his underwear, put out his bedding and lay down to sleep. Although he had worn her saree for only a little while, it was still exciting. He drifted off to sleep. He dreamt that he and Basanti were together and she was dressing him up in her clothes and treating him like her "girlfriend". He was doing as she was telling him to do and she was very happy with him and calling him her lover and wife.

On the next weekend night he once again sneaked into Basanti's room. He wore two shorts as he did not want to stain her clothes and also to give his hips more roundness. This time he was calmer and was able to dress faster, but the excitement level remained the same. His hand still shook with excitement, but this time he dressed the saree better. The saree was unevenly draped and the pleats were a little askew, but when he looked in the mirror and tried being feminine, he felt very excited. He walked about the small room trying to walk like a woman. He sat and stood and danced about adjusting the saree every now and then completely feminized. He started dreaming he was with Basanti and she was kissing him and he was totally submissive to her and before he knew it he started cumming. He checked to see that his cum had not penetrated thru his shorts to the petticoat and saree. He undraped the saree and now that he was calmer tried to drape it on neatly. He draped and undraped the saree a few times trying to get used to making the pleats. He tried to wear the saree in the gujarati style and felt happy when he succeeded..

It was getting late and he thought how it would be nice to have a little stroll outside. He put off the light and slowly opened the door. He peeked outside and saw that all was quite. No one was around. He quietly stepped outside excited yet scared. His heart was thumping but he was happy as he slowly started with small steps. His walked to his room and stood in the shadow, ready to duck inside if anyone should see him. In the quiet his heart beats sounded like thumps. He strolled to the end of his barrack, keeping to the shadows. He walked back to Basanti's room and entered quietly. Once inside he put on the light and felt so happy. He had walked outside dressed in a saree. He had taken a chance. What if anyone had seen him. He looked at himself in the mirror and realized that in the dim outside light, with his long hair, he would pass as a woman. So he once again went outside. This time he held the saree pleats in his right hand and pulled the pallu over his head like a woman. Feeling totally feminine he now walked confidently up and down the lane. He felt his dick harden again. He reached Basanti's room and rubbed himself thru the saree and petticoat until he came in a huge orgasm. He closed his eyes and savoured the moment. He had walked about in the open, dressed in a saree and had had a huge orgasm. He went inside his room, lifted the saree and petticoat and saw that he had wetted his shorts thru and thru. A little of his cum had stained the petticoat. He took a kerchief and wetted in water and wiped the stain. Then he wore fresh underwear and let down the petticoat and saree. He smoothened down the saree, and laid out his bedding. Dressed in a saree he went to sleep, feeling very, very feminine.

The next morning he woke up, undressed and folded the saree, petticoat and other items. He washed himself and dressed in his own clothes. He looked about and sneaked back to Basanti's room. He put back all the items trying as best as he could to make it look undisturbed. He had really had a wonderful night. He now knew that he was truly happy only when he dressed as a woman. That week and the next, Raju was away on his business, so Sunil went to Basanti's room, dressed in her clothes, and strolled outside in the dark. He was lucky and found her cupboard key hidden under the TV. Inside the cupboard were her better sarees and blouses. In two weeks he had dressed in all the sarees that were there. There must have been about twenty five sarees. He wore all of them, two or three sarees a night and some over and over again, especially the nice silk ones. When dressed in female clothes he felt like one and wanted his fantasies to come true. But he was a guy and everyone would ridicule him if he was to be seen wearing female clothes, without a good reason like a drama or as a disguise. The word would go out that he was a 'Chakka' or eunuch. He was afraid of the consequences.

His nights in a saree had really excited him. He would like to dress that way every night. Then when he was comfortable he would go out and try to meet someone who he could fall in love with and live as his or her wife. There must be a way for him to dress as a woman without giving himself away. He dressed every night till the day she was to arrive. On the last night before her return he checked to see that all was as he had found them and cleaned her room.

  

  

  

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