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Maybe I was wrong
Chapter 1
It was waiting to happen. I knew my older son was a brat and always up
to mischief and it was only a matter of time he got into serious
trouble. With my business, which kept me busy most of the time, I could
not spend at much time at home as I would have liked. My two sons grew
up with nannies and maids pretty much. As a single mother and an
ambitious career woman, I had made the choice and I held myself
responsible.
As I walked into their school, I went over a number of things Rahul
could have done. I would apologise profusely, ground him for months, do
anything possible to keep him from being suspended. However, it was
worse. He and his bunch of hooligan friends had been caught drinking
alcohol in class and in possession of marijuana. The school was doing a
favour for me by not calling the police. Rahul was expelled.
He was fifteen years old. With no signs of maturity, whether in his
demeanor or his looks. He looked like a mini version of me, his voice
hadn't broken and didn't not have the ability to grow facial hair yet.
May be he was rebellious because of these reasons? No, he was just a
brat. We were rich and he was a rich, spoilt brat - the worst kind.
As we drove home, I had made up my mind. We need to make a huge change
in discipline. Rahul was one year away from his board examinations. He
was no longer allowed to leave home till his examination. Which meant
that for one year, he would be stuck at home and give the examination as
a private candidate. This allowed me to keep him away from his hooligan
friends and also make sure that he could focus on his studies. While our
massive two storied bungalow with a lawn didn't make it that bad but
Rahul was rebellious. "If I don't go out for a year, how will I even
have a haircut?" he said defiantly, thinking he had got me. "We shall
see about that" I replied angrily, without raising my voice, "For now,
you just concentrate on your studies. The company will not pass on
automatically to you. You will have to earn it and if I don't think you
are able, I may pass it on to your brother or may be I will sell it." He
sulked away.
Once Rohan, my younger son, came home, he was quickly told about the
arrangement. Rohan was 14 years old, a year younger and probably as
different from Rahul as chalk is to cheese. He had taken after his
father. He was much taller than Rahul, who at 5.5 feet was just about my
height. He was broad and well built while Rahul was think and "petite."
Rohan was also a good student, was mature and had a quiet strength about
him. If I had not given birth to both, I would think one was adopted.
Chapter 2
The year passed quickly. My business was growing and we were doing well.
It kept me busy and I travelled across India and overseas. I trusted our
maid, who was more of a family member, having been with us for over 15
years, to take care of the kids while I was away at work. Over the
weekends, I would see Rahul trying to study but I had a sinking feeling
he wasn't doing anything close to his best. He didn't cut it hair during
this time and it kept growing.
As I had feared, he didn't pass the examinations. I was furious! I did
not know what to do with the boy. "What's the matter with you?" I
shouted. "First you get expelled. Now you fail your board exams." He
just looked away defiantly. "I have called a lady from my salon home.
Let me get done with her and then we shall talk again" I told him while
I walked away. As I saw him from behind, an idea came to me. "Rahul,
come here. You havn't had a haircut in ages now. Let the lady give you a
haircut."
"Sure," he said indifferently.
While I was getting my hair and nails done, I told Rose, my salon lady,
what I wanted her to do. She giggled. Once Rahul's turn came, Rose
washed his hair and then started trimming. "You have such nice and thick
hair. You should not cut it short," Rose told Rahul with a smile. Rahul
just shrugged. He was such a brat. As I had discussed with Rose, she
proceeded to give him a very feminine pageboy bob. Once it was done,
Rahul screamed, "What what what have you done??"
"Rahul, you will keep your hair like this, unless you want me to call
your friends and send them pictures of you with this hair," I warned.
"Mom! This is a girl's haircut! What's the matter with you??" he
screamed.
"I know. Now live with it," I said softly.
Rohan came home and tried to hide his laughter seeing Rohan. I took him
aside and told him that this was Rahul's punishment and not to create a
big fuss. "Rahul will cut his hair next year in a boy's hairdo only if
he passes the exam next year. This year he is only going to stay in a
study," I announced.
"I need exercise. I am getting fat sitting at home," Rahul complained.
"Let me think of something," I said dismissively.
I enrolled him in an Indian classical dance class. He was to go four
times a week for two hours a day. He refused, saying he would not let
people see him with this hairdo. I agreed that it would be too much for
him so I went shopping. Bought him a few skirts, tops, dresses, salwar
kameez. He was to wear the salwar kameez for his dance classes. He could
protest but I had the upper hand. "I will doll you up," I announced. I
called Rose home again and asked her to thread his eyebrows, wax his
arms and legs and pierce his ears. While she was doing his eyebrows, I
could see a year fall from his eyes. I felt terrible doing this to him
but it was my decision and I thought I was doing the right thing for
him.
Rohan came home that day and saw his brother dressed in a white baby
doll top and capris with a thin brown and silver alice hairband over his
hair. He couldn't control himself and started laughing. "Mom! What have
you done to Rahul Bhaiya?!" he exclaimed. Rahul hung his head while
sitting at the table having a snack. "No more Rahul Bhaiya. Till the
time he passes his examinations, she is Ridhi Didi to you and just Ridhi
to me," I said smiling. I saw another small tear fall from Rahul's eyes
and I turned away. I had to be strong.
Chapter 3
Over the months, I saw Rahul's demeanor change. He became more
submissive - maybe the shame had gotten to him. Him dancing had changed
his posture and mannerisms and perhaps hanging out with only girls all
the time at his dance classes (the only outside company he had) had
imbibed some of their habits and mannerisms in him. Over time his hair
grew longer and I saw his hand movements change and become more
feminine. He walked with a slight wiggle to his back, which was
distinctly feminine. Once I got back home from work and saw him sittng
on the couch with his knees under him and his chin resting on his
fingers, wearing a blue summer dress with his hair in a high pony. He
looked soo pretty! "Who did your hair like that?" I asked surprised.
"It was falling all over my face and I saw one of the girls in my class
wearing her hair like that and she looked like super pretty so I tried
it too," he replied. I didn't say anything but I was beginning to
question my decision. He looked too pretty!
Rahul's behavior was a marked improvement. He became more polite, docile
and I saw him studying more. I was hoping he would pass this time. And
he did! He rushed in to the room and hugged me and I hugged him back.
"It's time to go on a holiday to celebrate," I said happily.
"Yayyyy," Rahul giggled. I was hoping I would have my son back soon.
"Let's go to Goa," I suggested. Both my boys agreed. "Ridhi, you will
turn back to Rahul after we come back from the holiday. Not before," I
decided.
"Mom! Come on! Our deal was till I pass my exams," Rahul objected and
put his palm on his chest.
I saw this distinct feminine gesture and wondered but my mind was made
up. "No. But I will take you shopping before we go on the trip," I
offered. Ridhi just looked down.
Chapter 4
We jumped into our Audi SUV and drove to Goa. Ridhi sat in the back
seat, wearing a A line dress, with his hair covered in a scarf and his
eyes in large round sunglasses. I made sure he wore some make up, just
in case. I didn't have to worry - he looked gorgeous. He had taken after
me. I checked into a massive suite. I needed this break, I thought. The
boys were in a separate suite. Once we checked in, I knocked on the
their door. Rohan opened and I walked in. "Ridhi, do you want to go to
the salon with me? I am going. Need cleaning up," I asked.
Rahul looked shocked, as did Rohan. "Mom, come on!"
"Look, your brows arnt done. You need to trim the ends of your hair and
look at your arms!" I said.
"I am your son, not your daughter," Rahul said, looking hurt.
"Not this week. Look at you anyways. Follow me. Once we are back in
Mumbai, you can go back to being Rahul," I said turning away.
At the salon, I got my hair done along with my brows and a facial. I
told them to use their imagination with Rahul and once they were done,
his hair was parted in the middle with long layers in front framing his
face. The layers went to his base of his neck in front and was cut in a
round end at the back. It was such a feminine do that there was no
hiding from it. And he looked gorgeous. His brows were done in a
beautiful arch which brought out his eyes. His nails were done in
rounded French tips. The facial had made his face glow. My daughter was
the most beautiful girl in the salon!
When we came back to the rooms, Rohan just started. He went and hugged
Ridhi and said she looked beautiful. Ridhi started sobbing! I told Rohan
to give us some time alone and he left. I hugged Ridhi and she hugged me
back. We didn't say a word.
Chapter 5
Next evening, we had invite to a party at the hotel ballroom. I told
Ridhi to wear her LBD. I did her face with evening make up. Her large
doe like eyes looked beautiful with the heavy mascara and her lips were
made up in scarlet lipgloss. She wore silver chandelier earning, a
silver neck piece and silver kitten heels. Her little black sleeveless
skater dress showed off her frail shoulders and arms. I pulled one side
of her hair with a long hair ornament shaped like a leaf. I gave her a
clutch to carry. She looked like she was 24 years old. "I have kept some
make up in the clutch in case you need to touch up. I have also kept a
jaw grip in case you need to tie your hair back," I told Ridhi.
She smiled and said, "Mom, I will be your daughter this vacation. But
don't forget our deal once we are back home."
"I wont but I really enjoy having a daughter," I said meaning it.
"Well, I am not a girl really you know. Unluckily, I know that I am
really pretty when I dress up," Ridhi said sassily. He was such a girl.
"Well, not only when you dress up. You are beautiful anyways" I smiled
and said. Ridhi giggled and put his hands on his hips and posed in front
of the mirror. She pouted, touched his hair, while we took selfies. I
loved this girl! She reminded me of me at that age.
Rohan walked in after we girls were done dressing and he looked so smart
in his black shirt and suit. "You look beautiful, Ridhi Didi."
He smiled and said. Ridhi walked up to him and gave him a light peck on
the cheeks. "Careful. Watch the lip color," I warned. Rohan walked out
with two gorgeous women in each arm and off we went to the party.
End of part 1
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