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I’m a feminine male, a sissy, and proud of it. This is my story of how it all began.
My given name is Vishnu and I am from South India. I’ve always thought of myself in feminine terms since I was 10-11 years old. Moreover, I was a little plump when I was younger and used to wear tight shorts which accentuated my lower body. Whenever I watched romantic movies, I’d always think of myself as the heroine, being pursued by the hero.
I guess, these were all signs of my budding sexuality, but I didn’t know that until much later.
Both my parents worked, so I spent a lot of time alone at home after school. It was during those years that I discovered my affinity towards dressing up like a girl. I raided my mother’s wardrobe and attempted to dress up in her clothes, often failing, since I didn’t know how to wear a saree, or put on make-up. I satisfied myself by wearing something easier, like a salwar-kameez. I would often spend a few hours dressed like that, walking around the house in a feminine manner. Then, I’d rush to undress and replace the clothes before my folks came home. This went on for a couple of years.
I was in the 10th standard when I was sent to a tuition class nearby, to learn advanced Mathematics. My tutors were a married Tamil-Brahmin couple there, the Sir was a Maths professor in a college and Divya Ma’am, his wife, was a Maths teacher in a school. They ran a tuition class at home, where there was one classroom set up behind their house. While Sir was the main tuition master, Ma’am always took classes when Sir was away. Both were brilliant teachers and I loved the subject. I’d often stay back to discuss a couple of advanced Maths problems.
One day, Divya Ma’am asked me to stay back after class. Sir had gone to Delhi for a week and in his absence, Ma’am was in charge of the classes. After the other tuition kids left, I stayed back, cleaned the blackboard, stacked the assignments neatly on the corner desk and waited, while Ma’am gave me 3 Maths questions and went to get some tea. We sipped some tea and biscuits and I worked on those Maths problems while discussing the solutions with her.
I was always a sensitive, shy person and was a little apprehensive because Ma’am was a bit extra touchy today. There were a few things that were off today – her hand lingered for a few extra seconds on my arm, while talking; she bend over from behind to check the solutions, where I could smell her; she had a sly smile throughout and eventually, she came and sat next to me on the bench.
While discussing the solutions, she lay her hand on my thigh which sent alarms through my head. My breathing became shallow as I turned to look at her. She broke off in mid-sentence, smiled and moved a little closer. “Ma’am”, I stuttered. “Yes, Vishnu?”, she asked as her hand moved a little higher. When I didn’t reply, she gently caressed my thigh and said, “Vishnu dear, I asked to stay back because I wanted to ask you something.” I still didn’t reply and I was confused.
“How long have you been dressing up in ladies’clothes?”, she asked.
“Good God!”, I thought inside, “How did she know? She’ll beat me! She’ll tell my parents. They’ll kill me. They’ll throw me out of the house”. I was in a panic, I could feel the heat on my face, and was on the verge of tears.
“No, No!” she exclaimed, “Please don’t cry. I don’t want you to panic. Please Vishnu, relax”.
And with that, tears started running down my cheeks. She immediately took away her hand and put her arm around me – “No dear”, she consoled me, “Don’t cry, my dear. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’ve known for a while now and only wanted to talk to you about it.” I was literally shivering in fright. “Don’t worry, I will not tell anyone, I promise you”. It took me many minutes to calm down, with some sweet talk, consolation, cajoling and encouragement from her. Divya Ma’am kept whispering that it was alright and that I have nothing to fear.
Eventually, I found my voice, and as I wiped away my tears, I whispered, “How did you know, Ma’am?”
“I’ve actually noticed you wearing panties and coming to class a couple of times. Whenever you stay back and clean the blackboard after class, I see it when your t-shirt is raised, when you reach up for the duster. And the other day, there was a small leftover smear of kajal at the corner of your left eye.”
“Oh my God!”, I exclaimed. “Did everyone see it?”
“No, it wasn’t obvious to anyone. I was looking for the signs and hence saw it”.
“Idiot!”, I thought to myself, “Why the hell did you want to take such risks?” I was scared and embarrassed.
“So, how long?”, Divya Ma’am asked.
“It’s been about 3 years Ma’am”, I replied. “I’ve always been drawn to a woman’s clothes and have always wanted to be feminine. I am scared. I’ve always been scared. Am I going crazy? Am I ill?” I let out all these questions that had been haunting me for years.
“Not at all my dear”, she said, “It is normal, completely. First, you need to relax. Take deep breaths. Now, since there is no one in class, you can call me Akka (elder sister). And listen to what I have to say…”, Ma’am said.
And I listened to her. She came closer and for the next several minutes, we talked openly. In the most charming, mature way, explained to me about sexuality, preferences, gender classification and identities. I’ll be honest – at that time, I didn’t understand all of it. But it was a relief to know that I wasn’t weird or ill or mad.
“I know this is too much information and I don’t expect you to understand all of it”, she said. “But know that you can always, always talk to me – whenever you want, and at any time of the day.”
“Thank you, Ma’am, umm, sorry, I mean Akka”, I replied with a feeling of relief mixed with astonishment. “I never, ever thought I’d be able to share this or talk about this to anyone”.
She looked at me, held my face on either side, pulled me in and kissed me lightly on my forehead. “You never have to thank me, dear.”, she said as she wiped away my remaining tears with her hand. “Your Akka will always be there for you. Always.”, she whispered as she kissed me on my eyes and then my cheek. I was giddy with joy and thankful for knowing such an understanding human being.
She slowly released my face and asked, “Will you come tomorrow?”
“Is there class tomorrow?” I asked stupidly.
“No, but come tomorrow”, she said.
“Yes, Akka”, I replied.
“Ok, it’s getting quite late dear. If you leave now, you can reach home before dark”, she said.
“Ok Akka”, I replied as I collected my books. As I was about to leave, I turned back and found her staring at me. “Akka, once more, thank you”, I said. She stood up, came towards me and hugged me tightly. Right then I knew, that everything was going to be alright. After what seemed like an eternity in her arms, she gently let go and said, “You’re welcome, my dear.”
I left from the class that day, as a changed person. Tomorrow held many untold promises and for the first time in years, I was content.
To be continued….
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