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As we were closing, Payal, the owner of the Indian Grocery store I
worked in, casually said, "Rahul, Would you like to stand in for Neha
when she is gone? I will double your salary."
Confused, I asked, "What? How? Don't you need a girl as her
replacement?"
With a smirk, she replied, "I know you are wearing panties under your
jeans."
To say, "I was utterly flabbergasted" would be an understatement. I
almost peed in my pants. Never had I felt this embarrassed in my entire
life.
***
I moved to the US from India two years ago with a mind full of dreams.
The first year was great. I had a job writing computer code, the money
was good, Miami was awesome.
But the honeymoon didn't last long. My company merged with a
competitor; within a month, they started eliminating redundant jobs.
Mine was one of the ones that got the ax.
With three months in, no job prospects in sight, and my savings
dwindling, I started working at Payal Indian Groceries to stay afloat.
Payal, the owner of the store, impressed by my work ethic, took an
instant liking to me. I did everything from stocking, accounting, to
maintaining the store's website. A month in, Payal generously offered
me a free room and board.
If Payal was a striking woman at 45, her daughter Neha was a hotty at
25. Neha ran the beauty salon that was adjacent to the store. With
Neha and me being about the same age, we instantly became good friends.
I was very much attracted to her, who would not to a gorgeous girl like
her? But, she was still coming to terms with her husband leaving her,
she was also pregnant, and I didn't want to jeopardize my job either,
so I was wary about making a move.
***
I wore my first pair of panties when I was 8. Since then, I haven't
stopped. I started raiding my sister's closet to wear her skirts,
blouses, and churidars (Indian ethnic wear). As I got adventurous, I
even got into my mother's to try the beautiful sarees she owned. I got
caught a few times, but that didn't stop me, I just became more
careful.
During the year I lived alone in Miami, my stash had grown enough to
fill a closet. Sadly, I had to sell most of it to a consignment store
when I moved into Payal's home.
***
I didn't open my mouth during the entire car ride home. Both Payal and
Neha let me be. I quickly ran upstairs to my room, shut my door, and
broke down. I had never cried like that, at least, as long as I
remembered. The shame that had accumulated over the years soaked my
pillow. Teary-eyed, I hastily packed my stuff and tried to escape into
the darkness of night. About to disappear, Neha stopped me, "What my
mom is offering you is an entry ticket to the Eden of femininity:
dressing as a girl, working at a beauty salon, and being treated as a
girl. My husband, who made me pregnant and disappeared one night, was a
girl like you. I know you girls yearn to experience life on the other
side."
Payal added, "Take your time to think about my offer. Your secret is
always safe with us. If you want to pass up, you can still have your
job as my assistant at the grocery store.".
I hardly slept that night, Neha's words had struck a chord with me. She
had never talked about her husband; I never once imagined, her husband
was a girl like me. Her authentic words showed that both she and her
mother were genuinely trying to help me. If I accepted their offer, my
dream would become a reality. But at the same time, I was a realist.
Passing as a girl and on top of it, running a beauty salon was just a
fantasy straight out of Fictionmania. Moreover, my visa would run out
in a year, and without an IT job within then, I would be in deep shit.
Although, passing up a once in a lifetime experience would suck, but I
had to keep my priorities straight.
***
I gave Payal a firm no the next day. But, she wasn't taking it.
Instead, she wanted me to take my time and think about it. She added,
"Believe me, I am sure you will make a beautiful girl. Prettier than
Neha's ex-husband or should I say, wife." Then, there was the smirk
again.
Her statement was loaded. "Did she mean, I would get to dress as a girl
as well as have a chance with Neha?" The possibility of dating Neha,
while, presenting myself as a girl was undoubtedly intriguing.
That afternoon, while business was slow, Neha opened up. Her ex-
husband's story was a classic crossdresser tale. She didn't know about
his dressing until after they married. He would raid her closet when
she wasn't there. One day, she had caught him red-handed. He vowed to
stop. But, he just couldn't. Over time, he realized, that dressing
alone didn't do it, he wanted more than that. He started stealing her
birth control pills - no wonder she got pregnant with his child. He
also fell in love with a guy. One night, he vanished with his new love
in tow, to live a life of a dutiful wife - the life that Neha thought
she was going to create with him.
By the end, she broke down. I hugged her. My shoulder became as wet as
my pillow the other night. I couldn't control my tears either; I had a
good cry too. I don't know if it was because of living in an estrogen
filled atmosphere during the last few months or if I wasn't holding my
emotions back like a man anymore. Anyway, it felt good. That cry
brought us close together; we became sisters.
***
A couple of evenings later, sitting on my bed, as I opened the gift
Neha gave me to mark our sisterhood, I realized why she had stopped me
the other night. She wanted to make amends for the mistakes she made
with her husband by being supportive of me. I felt lucky to have met
both Neha and Payal. I only hoped my new sisterhood with Neha wouldn't
crush my chances of filling the romantic void that her ex-husband had
left.
The gift she gave me was a black babydoll in georgette, with pretty
pleats, a shiny ribbon bow, with a matching thong panty from Victoria
Secret. The make of the whole set was exquisite, merely touching it,
produced a hard-on. There was a note in the bag,
"Dear Rahul,
I hope you like the lingerie set I bought you. I feel the best part is
the texture of the fabric. It's more electric against freshly waxed
skin. I would be more than happy to help you experience that.
With love,
Neha."
I badly wanted to tear my clothes and wear the babydoll. But, georgette
against my baby smooth skin would be otherworldly, so I mustered as
much willpower as I could to sleep in my fruit of the loom everyday
cotton panties.
***
The next day, I found my self, lying in all my glory on the waxing bed.
The hot wax she applied was soothing, and then, she ripped. The pain
was excruciating! I screamed like a baby. After two hours of enduring
endless torture, I was finally hairless from my eyebrows down except
for a landing strip on my pubes. The perfectionist she was, she even
spent some time down my butt to rip out sneaky ones. If the lavender
lotion she applied afterward subsided the burning, the hard-on I got
from caressing my silky smooth vanquished the soreness. It didn't take
long, as Neha helped me into the sheer babydoll, I cummed like never
before. My jism soaked the entirety of the thong's front. Then Neha did
the unthinkable, she helped me out of the soaked thong and made me lick
my cum off it. It tasted salty and slightly bitter; it didn't feel
repulsive. Inexplicably, I sort of liked it.
The waxing experience elevated the connection between Neha and me to
another level that I would have followed her anywhere she led me too.
***
The very next day, I found myself seated in the salon chair. Neha
suggested a full makeover to see how I would look, and I obliged.
She asked me to remove the rubber band of my low ponytail, I undid it,
and let my hair flow below my shoulders. Admiring my hair, she
remarked, "You have lush jet black hair, I am jealous!" Her
appreciation validated the effort I had put in growing my hair out. I
let out a soft thanks; she smiled and kissed me gently on my forehead.
Neha first washed my hair with a shampoo that smelled like a bunch of
roses. Then she made me sit under a dryer. While my hair was drying,
she started working on my nails. That was my first ever pedicure and
manicure, and I got hooked, it was an ultimate feminine experience. The
one-inch extensions she glued on, made my fingers look long and
feminine. My new pink toes were so adorable that my eyes glued on to
them.
Neha went to work on my hair. She spent quite sometime layering my
hair. The amount of hair that was falling on the floor was scary, but I
trusted her. She used a curler to create waves. She sprayed all sorts
of products on my hair that were borderline nauseating. After about 45
minutes, she was pleased with her work. Sadly, I couldn't see the
result as she had covered all the mirrors.
Indian women preferred to have their eyebrows threaded than to be
waxed, with a majority of clientele being Indian, that was one of their
most sort after services. So she kept explaining every step, as she
shaped my eyebrows into an arch. Although it was overwhelming, I tried
hard to take mental notes.
Lastly, she gave me a close shave and started to apply my makeup. She
took her time. I could tell she was very good at what she did. I
wondered if I could become as good as her.
It was time to drape me in a saree. I already had beige bikini panties
on. She gave me a matching bra and stuffed the cups with birdseed. Then
I squeezed myself into a cream colors saree blouse and fastened a
petticoat. The saree was sheer see-through one made with chiffon
material. It had a beautiful flower pattern in burgundy. She inserted
one end of the saree into my petticoat just beneath my navel and
skillfully draped it around me.
I trusted Neha's judgment throughout the makeover, but I wasn't ready
for piercings in my ear lobes. I freaked out as she brought out the
piercing gun. She reassured me that the piercing would fill in once I
stopped wearing earrings. I was skeptical, but let her do it anyway. It
felt like a small prick, puff, the gold studs went in. The necklace and
bangles she gave me matched the new gold studs in my ear. She also
fastened anklets to my ankles. The anklets jiggled with every step I
took, reminding me that I was a girl.
As Neha was finishing up, Payal walked into the salon,
"You look stunning, Rhea," she exclaimed.
Neha and I looked at each other confused. "Who is Rhea?"
Payal exulted, "It's you. My second daughter."
Fighting back my tears, I embraced Payal. Neha joined too. It was
beautiful.
My new mother and sister lead me to the mirror for the big reveal. Neha
pulled off the sheet that covered the mirror. Wow! I instantly fell in
love with the girl that stood in between Payal and Neha. Neha was
surely a magician. She had parted my hair in the center and let the
ends cascade in waves. There was a Jessica Alba vibe to it. My eyebrows
were beautiful arches. The makeup had brought out the girly features of
my face to the forefront. I loved the deep burgundy lips it looked
plumper than before. The gold studs were shiny. "Maybe, I should have
taken Neha's offer of a second piercing." The saree itself was
beautiful. Neha had expertly draped it on me to give me a slightly
suggestive look.
Both Payal and Neha embraced me again. This time more tightly. It was
one of the best moments of my life. Then and there, I decided to take
up Payal's offer.
***
to be continued...
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