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An Impartial Exchange: Part 1 A gender-bender love story. RONAK SHINDE This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. All the characters and incidents in this story are imaginary, resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely coincidental. The author doesn't intend to outrage, insult, wound or hurt any religion or the religious sentiments, beliefs or feelings of any person(s) or class or community. Copyright c 2020 Ronak Shinde All rights reserved. I think we're struggling with trying to redefine various positions at this point in history. To allow freedom for women, freedom for men, freedom from those sharply defined gender roles. -Fred Ward People share a common nature but are trained in gender roles. -Lillie Devereux Blake ABOUT THE AUTHOR RONAK SHINDE is a web developer from Mumbai,India. He is a passionate fan of gender bender, androgynous people, and tomboy girls. He brings to life worlds where men and women stand shoulder to shoulder, steady in their desire to make the world a better place for all. PROLOGUE December 2019 "Here's your freshly brewed Caramel Macchiato with extra whipped cream and Chocolate Croissant," said the Barista at the Starbucks. I took my food and sat at a window-facing table. My flight to Frankfurt had been delayed by an hour due to some mechanical issue. I zipped my fabric jacket to battle the cold winter of December. The caf? was all empty at 3 a.m. in the morning. I was tired and felt asleep cause I hadn't slept for the last thirty hours. As I had the first sip of my Macchiato, I saw a tall handsome man appearing before me, in all his grandeur. A tailored black suit with a charming red tie. His chiseled jaw lifted with a proud, pleasant smile. His eyes a sparkling brown, and his soft, feather-like black mid fade hair brushed away from his brow. He was charming and smart. His tenor voice was that of any rich boy, honeyed and proud. And with him was a charming lady with the most perfect body shape. They ordered lattes from the counter. After hearing his voice, it seemed like I had seen them somewhere. I was sitting idly watching them as my eyesight matched with the men. I had seen this face somewhere before I thought. Then he firmly walked towards me. "You might not have recognized me but I know you very well," he said. His voice was deep and strong, and it reminded me of my Biology teacher, "Mrs. Aditi Tyagi." Seeing my expression, he said, "Yes, I was your biology teacher in school." She had changed a lot since then. Though she was tomboyish in the school as well, but now she had chopped her 8 feet long straight traces which she always tied in a bun or a ponytail. Her figure was brawnier now, and she had a Pompadour hairstyle with tapered sides and a stubble beard along her jawline which made her look more handsome. Though I had never seen her wearing any lady's clothes ever, but still, I couldn't identify her in the first go. Looking at her personality I thought it would be better if I describe her as a man. He came and sat facing me. The hot lady got their order and sat beside him. "So, what brings you here at this hour?" he said sipping the espresso. "It's my winter holiday and so I have planned a trip to Germany with my friends. I had some work left so I had to travel a day late, though my friends had already landed there yesterday," I said. "That's great, anyways how's your college going on?" he asked. "The first three semesters have been awesome as I have scored good marks and earned scholarship from my college. I have to pay only 30 percent of my fees. And I have also started working with TCS over the internet. They also provide me with a stipend of twelve thousand bucks a month. So, where are you departing and who's this beautiful lady beside you?" I asked. "I feel proud seeing you grow. Your efforts to get that extra mile of work has paid off well," he said and tapped my shoulders. "This beautiful lady sitting beside me is my husband. You might not have seen him on the school campus as he rarely got out of the house," he said. I had never seen his husband before, but the rumors I had heard in the school about how feminine her husband is were quite true. I had heard that his husband does the house chores, but she always told us that he owned a chemical factory in Nashik. I had been very close to Mrs. Tyagi in the two years she had served at the school. She was the class teacher of my class and I was the class representative then. I had never felt him as a lady then and nor was I feeling it now. She was taller and muscular then every man in the school. She had the leadership quality in her that differed her from everyone else. Sipping the latte, he said, "We are travelling to Frankfurt for a business meet." "So, what have you been doing since you left the school?" I asked. "I own the CB Chemicals Ltd. Company," he said proudly as his husband went scarlet. It feels really weird calling the beautiful lady as his husband. She was the most beautiful girl I had seen in my life. And this was the most perfect couple sitting in front of me. "How's that possible? School teacher to owning the best chemical company in the country! This adorable lady sitting beside you doesn't seem like a man at all; then how can she be your husband? How did you become the man of the house?" I was totally surprised. "It's a long story and will take time," he said as the airport intercom announcer interrupted her, "Flight No. LH 757 to Frankfurt is delayed by another two hours due to technical issues, the flight will now depart from Mumbai at 5 a.m." "We have enough time to hear the story," I said. "Let's move to the lounge," he said as we had three hours to the flight yet. "I don't have access to the premium lounge" I said, showing my economy class ticket. We went to the premium lounge and he had a short conversation with the flight hostess and got my ticket upgraded to first class. The lounge was an extravagant place for the extra-rich upperclass people. We got our asses settled on the ultrasoft ethnic velvet settee. "So, can we hear it now?" I said. "So where do I start? When we met first?" he said. "Always a good place," I said. "I will brief you about everything from the day I started my first job" he said. 1 MARCH 2008 "These biceps seem more like a man," said the guard of my apartment as I got back from the gymnasium. I got on my floor from the elevator and found an envelope rammed in my doorknob. The letter was from CB chemicals Ltd. I ripped off the envelope and there was a folded paper in it. I opened the paper, and it was a job offer from them. I had just completed my PhD last week and not yet applied anywhere for a job but since they knew me well, I got my first job as a marketing manager at the CB chemical Ltd. It was by far the oldest and one of the best chemical companies in the country. I had done my internship at the same company during my bachelor's as well as master's and had got their asses saved by doing some amazing jobs. I had worked at all their departments during my college vacation. Early on in college, I realized that I loved marketing, not chemistry. It took two years of Chemistry and a couple of BSc classes for it to finally hit me that maybe I wasn't all that into it. Though I was the topper of my class then, I found myself reading complex guides on magazine Ads and email marketing instead of paying attention to my chemistry class. Along with doing homework, I was helping friends create marketing plans to launch their next project. Even after completing my Bachelor's degree, I was confused about continuing Chemistry or studying for an MBA in my Master's. And I ended up topping in both the courses at the same time. So, I got a call letter from the company as my first job. I had never expected to get a job as marketing manager in the first year but as I had in fact worked there unquestionably well and I was better than their graduate employees, so I got the job. Though I had some different plans after my PhD but seeing the number written on the offer was more than what a fresher marketing manager had ever made so I thought of joining the company. I got a job offer for ninety-five thousand bucks a month to get home the bacon. That was almost twice than what I had expected from my first job. The letter stated I had to join the job from next week. The factory was in Ankleshwar, Gujrat. It was Saturday morning and I had two days to get there. I called my dad to ask about the job. He wanted me to get a job in Lucknow but hearing the number of my salary he gave me thumbs up to join the job. I had sold my Pulsar as I had got a new Honda City car which my dad had promised to give me if I ever got a PhD in chemistry. I used to live in a furnished home in Surat during my college years, so I only had clothes, gadgets and some other articles to be packed. I contacted my broker to get a home in Ankleshwar. "Hey! Actually I was looking for a flat on rent in Ankleshwar. Actually I have got a job there and so I have to shift there by tomorrow." "So you will be vacating this flat?" "Yes, Can you get me another in Ankleshwar?" "Yeah sure. Could you tell me about your preferred location? "I am looking for an accommodation near the GIDC Estate. As my office is located at GIDC so I would prefer an apartment in close proximity." "Ok. I have a friend in Ankleshwar. I will talk to him about this and will call you by today evening." "That's perfect." I was packing my suits and other belongings when he called me that evening. "Ok. I have got a flat. It's in the posh area and a bit away from your office but it fulfills all your requirements and is the best one in Ankleshwar. It's 2 BHK apartments. It has a modular kitchen. One balcony and washroom attached to that." "What about rent?" "Will discuss that once you see the flat." "Okay, so how about tomorrow?" "You can come there tomorrow by 9 o'clock in the morning. My broker will wait on the highway for you. He will show you everything." "Okay, that would be fine." "OK, then see you tomorrow at 9." "Could you please text me his mobile number?" "Sure I will text you his number." Next morning, I arranged my luggage in my car and drove off to Ankleshwar. I fueled up my diesel tank at the petrol pump and started the sixty-one kilometers ride. It took me about an hour to reach there. The broker was waiting at the outskirts of the city on the national highway for me. I got off my car and accorded him as he said, "You don't seem like a girl at all," seeing my brawny physique, pony-tailed hair and tomboyish dress. We had a short conversation and then he told me to follow his car. He took me to an apartment in the posh area of the city. I had asked him for some studio apartments but seeing my budget he told me to check the 2 BHK's first. We got into the lift and he took me to the flat. It was on the sixth floor of the eighteen floors apartment. "This is the most luxurious house I have in my list and this would cost you twelve thousand bucks for a month. It's two thousand bucks more than your budget but you get a 2 B.H.K instead of studio and maid included in your rent at this flat," he said. It was a fully furnished house at the same budget. The flats rent was quite low there as compared to other cities. The twelve thousand bucks monthly house had a great kitchen with a refrigerator, and other amenities required in the kitchen though it was of no use for me as I didn't know cooking. It was quite well furnished with a Sony Bravia LCD TV and some great cushions in the living room. The furnishing was excellent and there was a 150 square feet balcony in front of the living room which had some place for plantation and chilling. The bedrooms were also well designed with air conditioners and French windows. There was a common gymnasium and a swimming pool in the apartments. "I like this place and want to finalize the deal," I said. "This place has the finest furnishing in the apartment and has the second largest carpet area after the penthouse on the top floor. The penthouse is yet to be sold so it isn't furnished," he said. I gave him a cheque of thirty thousand bucks which included my first month's rent and deposit. This place was just like a dream as it would have cost me almost double in any other city. He also got tiffin service from a nearby restaurant there which would provide morning breakfast and dinner and the security by then called the maid for the domestic chores. I arranged my stuff and slept early that night as I had to start from the next day. I woke up and got myself ready for work. I was a regular sort of twenty- four-year-old, city bred Indian- reasonably tall, fairly well built, with a ponytailed hair on my head. I had an increasingly evident corporate paunch. Though I always wore men's clothes. I did what most people do. I worked. It was 8:55 am. I was in my Honda city at the traffic signal to reach my office at GIDC Estate. I started as marketing manager for C B Chemicals, top chemical company of India! Just like a drug peddler I peddled but my product was different. In my case it was a whole bunch of chemical related products like fertilizers, pharmaceuticals etc. That was the day I was actually looking forward to on three counts. To begin with- It was my first day of work. This was something which I have been waiting for, for really long. This was my first job since I started working in 2004. That was the day my joining amount "which had been declared but was yet to be received" would be credited to my salary account for my previous year's performance. The dulcet sound of the generous bonus was something which I had been looking forward to with anticipated glee. 2 "This is your office," said Nupur, a secretary in the Marketing Group. "Look outside, you even have a GIDC Estate and Narmada river view. You are the first fresher in this company to get a private office in his joining year. Lucky you. The office expects too much from you. Hope you get to those targets. After all you were placed here by the co-founder of this company." It took me a while to adjust to my new surroundings. CB Chemicals in Ankleshwar is located at the North end of the GIDC Estate, occupying one-third of the EState's property. The marketing team is located in the administration block on the fifth floor. From the floor to the ceiling windows of the glass-and-steel building, one can see the chimneys of the manufacturing plants and Narmada river towards the north. AiAAnkleshwar Industrial Association is the largest organisation in GIDC where over 2000 industries are registered. This Notified Area is also under the AiA board, and MCM is the controller in the Authority. Compact, brightly lit and buzzing, "A company executive will call you. To help with the house-hunting," Nupur continued. "And here are some other helpful contacts." She gave me a file of all the people who would help me in my relocation. "Mr.Jha will meet you in his office at half past 9," Nupur said and left. I logged into my computer, arranged the stationery on my desk. At 9:30, I walked up to Mr.Jha's corner office. "Ah, Aditi. Come right on in," Mr.Jha said. He wore a white shirt, silver cufflinks and a blue Hermes skinny tie. I had not seen him since my last internship a year ago. His office had panoramic vistas of Ankleshwar. The sunshine pouring into the room made his skin glow. He shook my hand in an firmway. "Good to meet you, sir," I said. "Thank you for having me in your company," I said. "It's our pleasure. We don't normally get high performers like you. How are you settling in?" "I am good. Just arrived over the weekend." "Where are you staying?" "I have got a condo at the Dukes horizon." "Nice. Hey, did you have any breakfast? Want to step over to the breakout area for a coffee?" "Sure," I said. We took the elevator down to the first floor. The CB Chemicals breakout area is a caf? of sorts, where the staff often take a break for meals. Mr.Jha and I went up to the counter person. Mr.Jha turned to me. "What would you like?" "Whole-wheat sandwich. With butter and fresh chopped veggies," I said. "Sandwich? And what?" the counter person said. "Butter and fresh chopped veggies," I said. "Huh?" he said. "makhan aur taja vegetables," Mr.Jha said. The man smiled and nodded. "Thanks," I said. "No issues" Mr Jha said. He ordered a black coffee for himself. We took our food and sat at a window-facing table. He briefed me about my work and his expectations. "We are a group of professionals here. It's by far the largest chemical company in India but yet we have got down to some really bad balance sheets in the past years. I am not able to get through the real issue. But i expect you to get through this and take us to new heights again." I nodded and listened with full attention. "You will work with Mr.Basu and Mr.Thakkar. Basu is the director of all the operational plants in the city and Thakkar is the CMO. There may be special deals from time to time you might get pulled into. But there are issues with working for Mr.Thakkar and so I want you to get your team back on track and look forward to getting promotions soon." "Looking forward to it," I said. "Good. We have a morning team meeting every day at 11. That is when everyone talks about their deals." "Okay." "I want you to speak up. I encourage people to raise questions so we challenge each other," Mr.Jha said. "Of course." "Feel free to come into my office. Mr.Thakkar is your immediate boss, but we don't really believe in formal roles here." "Welcome to Ankleshwar," he said. "We have a team from Israel coming up this week. There are thirty other orders due in two weeks," Mr.Thakkar said at the morning meeting. "Two weeks? That's tight," Rohit said. "I want Aditi to lead the team as I have to go to Capetown for a meeting this week. I hope she gets through this to complete all the targets," Mr.Thakkar said. "We can pass. People are busy with other deals, right?" Mr.Jha said. "Yeah, I will look at it," I said. All eyes turned to me. "You'll have to go through all these deals. You sure?" Thakkar said, in his mixed Gujrati and English accent. "We have two weeks. I can work weekends too," I said. "Working with this guy seems amazing" Rohit said. "Let's do it," I said finally, and stood up to signal the end of the meeting. For the next two weeks, I marched from my office to the conference room back and forth. Boxes of documents to be reviewed for the bid surrounded me. I only went back to my condo to sleep, shower and change. One Friday night I didn't even do that. I worked straight through the night and watched the Saturday morning sunrise from the office window. "Aditi, what are you doing here?" Mr.Jha's voice startled me. I turned around. He was at the office at 7 in the morning. "Good morning, sir," I said. "Just wrapping up the bid. Will have it ready Monday morning. Done with seventy percent of the deals." "You have dark circles under your eyes. Did you even go back last night?" I smiled and shook my head. "This is too much, Aditi. You have to maintain a balance." "Hope you see a bit of this city and not just this office." "I will. Just want this deal out of the way," I said and then covered my mouth as I yawned. "Aditi, you need to go home." "I will. Soon." In around a week I got appreciation from all around. Mr.Thakkar had a video conference with me and appreciated me for my efforts but he seemed more jealous. "Our plant director, Mr. Basu is so happy with your work. The way you deal with our clients is amazing. We have got five new clients this week and that has never happened before. I will get back to the HQ by tomorrow," he said. He also appreciated me for my physique and well dressing sense. I thanked him for that. I loved my work and the place as I had gained twelve pounds in around a month of working there. It hadn't reflected on my tummy as I worked out daily morning in the gymnasium and that had made my muscles bulky. The next day I pulled off a successful deal in the conference with the Israel company. I got at the breakout area and needed to go to the washroom. I rushed to the men's washroom. I was pulling down my trouser when I heard a voice of someone standing behind the wall. "Hey, I got a call from the client that he needs the chemicals two days early so we will have to get them out tonight. The tipper will arrive at the backyard by 10 o'clock tonight. You get all the containers ready at the dumping exit. I will send some labourers to load the containers in the tipper," he said as I put my pee funnel in my boxer and got out of the toilet. "And the purchaser from Johannesburg requires twenty pieces of 100 bl soft gelatin and twenty thousand pieces of 200 bl gelatin. We will have that get that out in quarters as it will take time. You get it done through the QC and get that out ASAP. We all are going to make big after this deal so pull your socks up and get ready to count the heap of money," he said and turned off his phone. I waited at the sink washing my hands and knotted my tie up as he came out of the lavatory. I was astonished to see Mr.Thakkar get out though he was not surprised to see me in the men's toilet. "Hey you young blood, How was your first week leading?.. tiring I guess. But seeing you, I guess you have enough energy left to have a three hour session at the gymnasium," he said tapping my brawny shoulders. "Yeah, ready to pull down more than this. How was your trip to Capetown," I asked. "It was a downer as we lost the raw deal. During the confab, one of their executives disrespected our products and I got in bad words with him so they turned down our deal," he said. I thought of going to the dumping exit that night. I got back to my home and had dinner. Then I changed into Nike sweatpants, a hoodie and running shoes. I drove to the dumping exit. I hid my car four hundred meters away and stood behind a tree near the exit. The 8-axle tipper came there an hour late at 11 p.m. The driver called someone from his phone and a lady opened the gate after five minutes. She was in her 30's and wore a red salwar kameez. She had a manufacturing team badge hung in her neck. She had a talk with the driver and the four labourers got down from the lorry. They went into the janitor room and loaded the containers into the lorry. I clicked their pictures on my phone while they were loading the containers.Thakkar and that lady were also clearly visible in those photos. After the lorry was loaded the lady locked the exit and the truck left the company premises. I followed the tipper in my car. After about an hour the truck stopped at a warehouse ten kilometers out of Ankleshwar. I waited outside for about an hour. After the lights were turned off in the warehouse I climbed the eight feet tall boundary wall. I jumped in the warehouse through a broken window. I turned on the flashlight of my mobile. It was a vast warehouse with hundreds of cartons and containers with CB Chemicals labels over it. There was a room at one end of the warehouse. I went in the room and saw labels of Fox chemicals pvt. ltd. They were tearing off C B Chemicals labels and pasting the Fox Chemicals over it. I came to know about the scam running in the company and thought of getting more information about the people involved in it before informing anyone. I recorded a video of the warehouse and then drove back to my house and slept that night. 3 It had been a month there and I had properly settled there though I barely had any friends in the city except for my company's colleagues. I used to relax at the pool on weekends and was quite busy during the weekdays but still I needed some friends there. On the next day there was an AGM meeting which was going to be held at our plant instead of its headquarters at Mumbai this year. I dressed myself well for the AGM. I reached late at the plant as I was stuck in traffic. When I reached there the event had already started. After the event was over there was a small function for the employees of our plant. I got the award for Best Employee of the Month there and got a prize money of thirty thousand bucks from Mr. Jha. Then we had a formal dinner there. During the dinner I noticed that Mr.Jha was talking with the lady that was there at the dumping exit, when the truck was getting loaded. Everyone gave empathy and showed their support to the owner of our company for the losses the company had faced that year. The company was running at a loss for the last three years. Mr.jha had shifted to Ankleshwar from Mumbai as it was his retirement age and he wanted to live the rest of his life here. I was so happy that night. After I reached my apartment, I arranged a bottle of Johnnie Walker's black label from the security guard to enjoy the night. He got it illegally from somewhere, though I had told him I would thrash him if he gets a fake one. It was hard to get that here as alcohol was banned in Gujarat. I got some bar snacks and came back to my flat. While I was opening the lock of my door, I heard a boy in the gallery shouting, "See the man next door has got a girl for him tonight." "Who the fuck are you and how dare you talk about me this way," I said in a loud tone as I dashed onto him. I slapped his face so hard he fell on the floor. His friend who was standing in there came running to me. He was quite shorter than me and had a lean physique with fair skin and no body hairs, though he had long shoulder length hair, and anyone could misunderstand him as a girl. He asked to forgive that cunt in a low voice. I left them there and proceeded to my house. While I was moving in, he saw the whiskey bottle in my hand. "It's banned here, shall I call the police," the boy lying on the floor said. I didn't even bother to look back at him. "Won't you share it with us?" he spoke. I invited him and his friend for a drink. I told them that I lived here. I sat there in the drawing room and told him to get some glasses, plates and ice from the kitchen. He made drinks for the three of us while they introduced themselves. The boy I had hit was Rahul and his friend was Ankit. I didn't listen to anything more than their names. "So, who do you stay here with?" Rahul asked. "I stay here alone," I spoke. "I have never seen any ladies' clothes or briefs hanging in the balcony," he asked. I told him I didn't like to wear those kind clothes as I am more comfortable in men's garments. Those make me feel comfortable. He also told me that they were three friends who shared the flat that was above mine flat. We had some drinks that night and then they left, and I slept. While lying on the bed that night I was thinking of the other boy Ankit. He was a shy kind of guy as he barely spoke a word there and couldn't react even when I had hit his friend. I had loved his brown wavy hair resting on his shoulders. In the coming days I had spent some good time with those two guys and came to know about them as well. Rahul had also done his PhD this year and had started his first job here. His salary was very much less than mine (15000 rupees per month) and his friend Ankit was in M.Sc. final year for the last three years. He failed in the same year for two times in a row. I was earning more than enough as my expenses were around twenty thousand bucks every month and I had been saving seventy-five thousand bucks every month. I had been thinking of investing the money somewhere, but I was a bit confused about where to invest. One evening the peon Shyam had got coffee from me, "Here's your coffee mam." Shyam said as his mobile-phone ringed. He then went out of my office and attended the call. "Yeah, I had bought those shares yesterday and I earned huge profits using the insider information from that source," he said standing outside. He had forgotten to close the door and so I heard him. I called him inside and asked him, "What were you talking about on the phone and do you know what share market? I also want to learn about shares." He gave me a brief detail of the stock market and how it worked. He told me about dematerialized accounts and how people became rich by investing in the stock market. "I have some money to invest but I don't have any idea about where to invest?" "I have been investing there for the last ten years and have great experience. I have been working in this factory just to get some insider information. And there is a global recession going on and this is the best time to invest in the market," he said. I was astonished after seeing his bank balance. His account balance was in seven figures and so I requested him to invest my money. "You need to open a dematerialized account to invest," he told me. I gave him my documents to open an account for me and told him to invest my money wisely. I would fire him if he lost my money. Then one day I got a bolt from the blue when I came to know that Ankit was the only son of the owner of my company, Mr. Keshav Jha. But then I was thinking why he lives here with his friend instead of a bungalow as his dad was wealthy. I thought about how he could live in a 2 BHK along with two other guys. He told me that he had a fight with his dad about the business over-taking as he had no interest in chemicals and he just wanted to shut down the factory instead. He told me he was more interested in fashion designing and his father didn't allow him to pursue that career. In the following weeks my friendship grew more with both. Also, I was performing awesomely at my job as this time I had impressed our first client from the U.S. with my excellent skills. The company's profit numbers had drastically changed after my joining. I slowly got closer to Ankit thinking of getting some promotions with his help. We used to spend days together. We used to dine together and go to cafes for some quality time. Every time we would have fought overpaying the bills but, in the end, I paid the bills everywhere. He would always ask me to split the bill, but I never used to hear him. I had always loved his company and thought of him as the missing piece of my life. Every minute I spent with him was amazing and I wanted our friendship to grow more. He always listened and respected my thoughts. He also praised me for my body shape and height and sometimes used to flirt with me as if I was his boyfriend. He had no attitude about his dad's estate and was a very simplistic boy. That's what I loved about him the most. He used to mention me as a boy, whenever he called or stated me. On the other hand, I came to know that condos were available in my building on EMI. I saw the penthouse was now fully furnished and ready and was available at 100 EMI's of twenty thousand bucks. I then dealt with the township owner and got the top floor penthouse. "Due to the global recession all the properties are at one third of its original rate. This penthouse was worth 8 million bucks before," he said. I was happy to get it at a cheap rate and told him to explain to me the deal as I wanted to finalize it asap. "The rate for this fully furnished penthouse is two million bucks but if a lady buys it, she will get a thirty percent discount. But to avail the discount you will have to pay 200 thousand bucks as down payment," he said. I had 400 thousand bucks invested in my dematerialized account and a 100 thousand in my account, So I called my dad to ask him about buying the condo and to lend me some money. He was happy listening to it and he told me that he would give me the down payment amount and told me to buy it. I got the condo for 1.4 million rupees. I signed the paper and felt proud because I was going to own a condo soon. Then the township owner showed me the penthouse. It was a 4 BHK condo. We got out of the lift and he opened the card lock of the door. "With an offering of over 4,500sq ft in the heart of the Ankleshwar Situated on the highly posh area, The first penthouse built in this city is located on the entire top floor of the apartment and has a panoramic 1000 sq ft sprawling rooftop garden and infinity pool on the terrace with breathtaking views. The wraparound terrace comes complete with an installed telescope for stargazing on clear nights. The opulent penthouse has 2 luxury master bedrooms and 2 other bedrooms. The bedrooms have marble bathrooms with furnishings by Hansgrohe. The two master bedrooms have a vast walk-in dressing room and a marble bathroom with a Jacuzzi, as well as a separate shower, steam and TV. There is also a fitness room to keep you in shape. To keep yourselves entertained, you have a home cinema set. With a huge dining table ready to accommodate eight people, you could host lovely dinner parties. You don't need to get anything else than your garments and groceries here," he said showing me the house. It was much more than what I had expected. It was one of the most luxurious houses I had seen in my entire life. I got my deposit from the broker and got my luggage shifted to the penthouse. But I felt very lonely in the penthouse. I locked the other three bedrooms that I didn't use and got some more equipment for the gymnasium. On the last day of , I received an email from CMO, Thakkar. He had called me to his office. I wondered if I had done anything wrong. I had skipped some days to meet Ankit a few times. Had they found out? Ankit and I had watched two movies. We visited restaurants all over the city and ate different cuisines. I had also started liking to spend time with Ankit, even though things weren't romantic yet. Our next date was tomorrow.I felt so happy to meet him after a hectic week. "Verma asked you to come to his office as well?" Mansi, another associate about my age, came up to me. "Huh?" I said, as I came back from my thoughts about spending the weekend. "Yeah. I'll be there." After I got back from his office, I called Shyam in my office with a cup of coffee. "Here's your coffee Ma'am," he said. "Keep it on the table." "So where have you invested my money?" "Ma'am, don't worry about your money. Your portfolio is already 8% in green. You will make nice money by the end of this year," he said. Then I showed him the picture of that lady, I had captured that night at the dumping exit. He told me he will find out information about the lady. 4 "Hello, I will be your waitress today. Can I get you both any drinks?" said the waitress at Lord's Inn. It was Sunday and I had gone to lunch with Ankit. "Yes. I would like an iced coffee, please," said Ankit. "And I will have the same please." "Okay, two cold coffees, here you are. Are you now ready to order your, or would you like a few more minutes?" "I think we are ready to order. I will have the chicken soup to start, and grilled chicken with fries and the mixed vegetables." " How do you want the chicken cooked rare, medium, or well done?" "I would like it well done, please," I said. "I do not want a starter. I would like to have the fried chicken with fries and a side salad please,"said Ankit. "Your meals will be here shortly." We sat beside each other as I trailed my hands around his neck, entwining my fingers through the black strands of hair like pools of the purest ink, but the faintest light already made them reflect an indigo blue by each curve. I loved playing with his hair and blonde chubby cheeks. His height was about one foot less than mine and his weight was almost half of mine. We were waiting for the food we had ordered. "Here are your meals. If you need anything else, just ask. Have a nice meal." While having our meal, I asked Ankit, "Hey, how do you feel staying with your friends? Why don't you move in with me in my condo? I feel bored staying there alone." He was happy to hear that, but he said that he couldn't afford it as he didn't take a penny from his dad and earned all the money himself. He told me that he was good at making portraits and art and earned money from that. I told him that, "I have bought the penthouse in our apartment. It is quite a large condo and I feel lonely there. I don't know anyone else than you in the city." He didn't accept it initially but after me requesting him for the nineteenth time he finally accepted it and then moved in with me in my penthouse as I had three bedrooms. We loved each other's company. After staying with him for some days I realized my flat had completely transformed. It was so messy when I alone lived here but Ankit was good at arranging spaces. He also hung some of his canvases in the drawing room. His artistic skills were so amazing, and it changed the look of my house. He also made an awesome name plate for the house where he wrote our name. He kept the place tidy and clean. He transformed one of the bedrooms into his own art studio. He also was a master chef and cooked amazing dishes for me. I asked him to teach me cooking someday and he agreed to it. After his dad came to know that he had moved in with a girl, he invited me to his house for dinner. I asked Ankit to come with me, but he denied visiting but I told him that I had never seen the place before and it would not be comfortable for me to go there alone so he accompanied me. I asked him what I should wear when we go to meet him. He told me to wear anything I want to, as he wasn't interested in visiting that place. I wore a nice pink top and lady's denim jean along with a Levi's jacket and kept my long straight traces open. He told me that he saw me a bit girly for the first time as I was wearing belly shoes that increase my height by 3 inches and now Ankit seemed like a baby boy in front of me. I told him that these were the only girly things I have, and I got it as a gift from my dad and I haven't even bought these. We went to his house that evening. His dad was surprised seeing me there and he didn't expect him to be with me. His dad and mom welcomed me at their house. It was a huge and luxurious mansion and was a perfect place for retired life. We had dinner together and then we sat in the backyard lawn. His dad told him that I was a very good employee at his company, and I would do something great someday. He told Ankit to learn some good skills from me and then every sentence from his mouth would praise me. He even told me that he had always dreamt to have a child like me. Ankit was angry after his dad taunted him and he went into the house. His dad told me that he was worried about his child's future and told me that he was capable of nothing while his mom defended him saying that he was a very good boy and always helped his mom in every way. After sitting there for a while, I asked him for a leave as it was late, and I had to go to work tomorrow. "Wait, I'll tell my driver to drop you to your house," said his dad. "Thanks a lot, but I have my car with me," I said. He was surprised to know that I had a Honda City car, and I knew driving. He was so pleased after seeing my personality. He told me that Ankit would sleep here tonight and then I drove off. As days passed my friendship with Ankit grew more. One day he showed me an Apple iPhone which he told his uncle from California had gifted him. I had seen a touch screen for the first time that day. Some days later one evening I was chilling on the couch watching T.V. and playing a game on his iPhone while he was cooking some meal in the kitchen. After some time, I got bored. I was scrolling on his phone when I saw a call recorder icon and I opened it. I saw there were some calls recorded in that. I played a call, and it was from his mom. She was talking with him about me. She told him that his dad was so pleased with my character and if I worked with the same enthusiasm in his company then I would be the C.E.O of his company someday. She also said that his dad told her that he always wanted a son as talented as me. I was feeling so happy for me but on the other side feeling sad for him. I then opened photos in his mobile. I saw that there were images of ladies' fashion wear all over his gallery. There were images of different kinds of lady's fashion wear and even in some of them, boys were cross-dressed in girl's garments. I barely could see anything else there. I thought that he had a passion for fashion designing. I thought about asking him at night while we would have our dinner. After a while he said the dinner was ready and called me for dinner. "You should pursue your dream to be a fashion designer," I told him. "I don't want to pursue a career in that field as my dad would not be happy. My mom supports me in this, but she says you must take care of your dad's company after him, so you should do designing as a hobby but not as a career," he spoke. I was thinking on what he said while he interrupted me by asking, "Don't you have any girly clothes in your closet as I have never seen you in any ladies' clothes and anyone could misunderstand you as a man if you didn't have these eight-inch-long hairs and the almost flat minute breasts hidden between your muscular arms." "I don't even have any lady's undergarments and I wear men's boxers and vest. This is what makes me comfortable and confident. I think that men's wear suits my personality and physique," I said. "Yeah, I think lady's clothes won't even suit your kind of physique and you should always dress in something that makes you confident," he said. "Though I have a desire to design ladies' clothes but don't have anyone who can try it. I have also designed many lady's dresses," he said. "Oh sweety, look at you, hairless body, smooth silky thin hands. Weak wrists lean body. You are intrinsically girly. You just don't know that. I think you should try those ladies wear on yourself as it would suit your physique and your shiny straight hairs. You don't have any facial hair and you look none less than a girl," I joked and started laughing. Yes, his hairs were long, maybe longer than mine and I had imagined him wearing a lady's dress, I thought he would really look charming. He smiled back and then said, "Yeah, I can try it on me. I have wished to wear women's clothes but have never tried any. I had dressed as a fairy wearing a white frock in a fancy dress competition when I was a kid and I got first position there. My consuming interest in women's apparel began before I entered junior high school. I would look with interest at my female classmates as their bodies were just beginning to develop. I would try to see their bras through their blouses or catch a glimpse of their lacy slips under their skirts. On occasion, I would even imagine myself dressed like my classmates. At home, I would look through my mother's closet, paying particular attention to the women's apparel, whether it was lingerie, dresses, gowns or even maternity. I was enthralled with it all. While I would rummage through Mom's lingerie drawer or her closet when she wasn't around, I usually only looked at her lovely things or briefly touched. I mean, how would it look if Mom caught me wearing her lacy panties and slips or one of her nightgowns. So, even with my consummate interest in feminine apparel, I had not taken the final step of wearing any of these delightful items. It was hard though growing up as a single child in the house, with Mom the only parent around as dad was always busy in the office. In my consummate interest in women's apparel, I did crave to see more and more of what the girls wore under their skirts. Toward the end of the school year, I started looking in the schoolyard for those girls who wore the full skirts or dresses with slips or petticoats underneath. I had also cross-dressed many times in school plays during my teenage and I loved being a girl but haven't tried it for a long time. I would like to try some ladies' dresses and my designs. And yes, about that body hairs I had a hormonal imbalance when I was three and it stopped the growth of hair over my body and face," he said. I didn't listen to him seriously as I thought he was joking but he then told me again and again about his desire to wear lady's wear till the next weekend. He was telling it to me for the fifth time. I thought about it and asked him, "Why would you want to wear women's clothes? I was joking that day and was not serious about the words I said." "I am in love with fashion and want to try every kind of clothes. I had loved crossdressing during my childhood days, and I liked being treated as a girl. I am always fond of wearing women's clothes and dressing up as a woman. Though I am a crossdresser I was pretty confident that I am not a gay. I used to wear my mother's sarees, churidars when I was alone at our house," he said. I thought of his desire as I had seen his mobile's gallery was fully filled with ladies' fashion, so I decided to give him a women's dress. 5 Next day after my office hours I drove to Reliance Mall to buy some dresses for him. I went to the women's department but was confused a lot about what to buy as I had been there for the first time. I was roaming there confused when a salesgirl came there. "Good evening Mam, Sorry but we don't have women's dress of yours size over here. Maybe you can try some collections from the men's department as they would be more suitable for your kind of physique," she said seeing me wearing a men's suit. "I am looking for a nice dress to give to my friend. She is a close friend of mine and so I want to give her a collection of ladies' fashion," I said. I described to her, his physique and she showed me some dresses. She took me through the entire women's department and showed me many clothes. I ended up buying a gown, two frocks and a pair of salwar kameez. I also bought a nice lady's perfume, and I told the guy at the billing counter to gift wrap it. Then I went home with the gift. When I reached home, he was waiting for me at the door. "Today I have prepared something special for dinner," he said. I told him that, "I had also got a surprise gift for him." I gave him the gift and told him to open it and he was so happy seeing the women's clothes that I had bought for him. He just loved the red gown and the white frock that I had bought for him. He told me that he couldn't wear them now as he didn't have any ladies' underwear to wear under it, so he won't have the feelings without them. "Okay buy those later and then try this as these clothes are all yours now as I am not going to wear these," I chuckled. Then we started our dinner. He had prepared a new dish which I had never tried before. "I have invented this dish and you won't find it anywhere else in the world," he said. The food tasted like it had been directly brought from heaven. "I feel as if I never ate a delicious meal before I met you. Your cooking has taken over my senses. I am privileged to taste the little bit of heaven that you serve every day. Thank you for creating magic in the kitchen for us," I said. He blushed in return and then we started having our meal. While having the delicious meal he then asked me, "Why don't you like wearing girls' clothes?" "It's a long story," I said. "We don't have to go anywhere and so we have enough time to hear it now," he said. "Okay then I will tell you, during my childhood days, my father's financial condition was not good and so we could not afford new clothes every year. I used to wear the clothes of my aunt's son who was two years older than me. I evolved from a little girl into versions of the archetypal tomboy: skinny, knobby-kneed youths who wild ran with the boys, ignored authority, refused to don dresses or play nice with females their own age. I used to play all day long with my cousin and my mother always told my dad that our daughter is none less than a boy. I grew up playing all boys games, so it reflected on my body as I was the tallest among all the girls and boys as well in my class. I used to play along with boys all the time and I was the topper of the class as well. I got Amenorrhea at the start of my puberty and I came to know that I could never produce ovum all my life due to lack of female hormones. My mom was happy seeing me grow as a boy, but my dad didn't like it. Ours was a very orthodox family believed in women is always lower than man and she is for serving the man. But I hated these theories and I loved to be independent, I wanted to be free and I wished to wear only boy's clothes. I hated to wear saree, half saree, salwar kameez etc. but due to my father's perforce I used to wear it. My mother braided my hair and gave me all the jewelry like earrings, bangles etc. and always told me to go to school by binding my head and coming home early. Then after some years my dad's business got on track and we had good days. My mom bought new girls" clothes for me, but I didn't feel comfortable in those clothes as I had barely worn them. I hated the tight material and didn't feel comfortable wearing it. I then bought some boys clothes for me which I liked to wear, but my dad was not happy with me acting tomboyish. He always forced me to wear traditional women's dresses. After I had finished my high school, I decided to move out of Lucknow to some other city to pursue my bachelor's degree to get away from my dad. I had scored 90 percent in my high school exams and secured a good rank in the AIEEE exam. So, I got enrolled in SVNIT for B.Sc. Chemistry in the first round. I had taken both mathematics and biology in my higher secondary and scored good marks in both. I also got selected for MBBS in government medical college of Lucknow, but I left it as I wanted to move out of the city. I then moved to Surat for my college which was far away from my home. During my college time I had never worn any women's clothes for the complete seven years except for the days when I went home during holidays. I hated those days the most as I had to wear ladies' dresses. I used to stay at Surat and used to convince my dad by saying that I had joined some extra courses during my vacation to improve my skills. I used to do internships at this company during my vacations. I only had my long hair and breasts that were girlish. It was not like I loved them so much but for people to believe that I was a girl I had to keep them. I had also bought a bike after I told my dad that I wanted to buy an Activa as I needed to travel around the city for work. He had transferred the money to my account. I then bought a Yamaha FZ, and I was the only girl in the university to own a bike. I sold the bike last year as my PhD was going to get over. I also remember during my initial days in college I didn't have such muscular body as there was no gymnasium for girls. I asked my hostel warden and she told me that they have made a unisex gymnasium beside the mess. I started going to the gym the next day. I worked for hours daily to put on muscles and make my skinny body brawnier. In around two months I had the best physique in the college. There was a gym freak boy, Priyank Raina who was the strongest of all the boys in the school. He was jealous of my body as I had a bulkier body than him. He used to taunt me all the time, when I worked out at gymnasium. He saw that I had no impact from his teasing and so he thought something else instead. Soon he got closer to me and we became good friends. We were more like brothers and used to roam all day on my FZ. Our friendship grew more over months. Then one day, he asked me for a marriage proposal. He told me that he wanted to marry me and be my husband and see me in Indian ladies clothing. I refused his proposal in a second and he got angry. He then forced me to wear Indian ethnic saree. I had no interest in wearing a saree. Our fight ended up into a bet. I placed a bet with him that if he wins a wrestling match against me, I would be his wife, and if I win, he will have to get dressed as a girl for the rest of his college life. Before the match day there were discussions around the college and there was a huge crowd on the day to witness the ruthless match. All the girls there were cheering for me, but he had more audience to witness and cheer him up. I got my hoodie off my body and got in the ring. I wanted to thrash him as soon as the match started. The referee was one of my gym pals. Referee whistled and the match started. He tried to establish dominance over me at the start, but I defended for the first two minutes. He tried the hardest to pull me down by hitting hard over my face, but I defended every one of his shots. Then I caught his hand while he was boxing it over my face and pulled him upside down in a second. He found himself shamefully lying on the floor. The match had got one sided and it was only me who was hitting. He somehow battled and got up again, and before he saw me, I hit a spear over his body. He plummeted hard and unconscious on the ground. I again pulled him up in the air and gave him a jack hammer. I got the cover, and the biased match was over in twelve minutes. He didn't get back in senses till late night. All the girls from my hostel gave him girls' garments. He started to wear girl dresses and wigs the next day. All the students in my college teased him for having beautiful hair. One of them said, "Priyanka, you look charming in girls' clothes, they suit you more." Everyone around laughed loudly, and started to call him "Priyanka." He felt so shy, and ran away from there. One day, I saw my friend Ragini, applying mehndi on her hand. She was getting ready for her brother's marriage, which was going to start from the next day. While she was applying it, Priyank was sitting next to her. "Do you want me to apply mehndi on your hands?" she asked him. Seeing him interestingly looking at her hands, she asked him. But he didn't say anything. "Oh, so you want me to put it on you, right?" she asked him again. And he again said nothing. So, she took things to her own hand. She said OK, with a smile, and started applying mehndi on his both hands, which she completed in about half an hour. "Oh dear, this is the appearance you belong to, you should not think of challenging or a brawl with brave, macho and valorous people like Aditi," she said, and asked him to wash it after an hour. We had a cultural night in the next week and a play was going to take place on that night. The play's genre was romance, and its story was based on a marriage. I thought this was the perfect chance for revenge. I got mine and his name enrolled in the play. I was going to act as the groom and him as my bride. In the rehearsal daily I told him to dress in sarees and other girly articles. Some days before the function, the cultural head gave me money and told me to get an ethnic men's wedding dress for me and a nice bridal collection for him. I took Priyank with me to buy the dress for me. He wore a saree and sat one sided behind me on my bike. He held me tight while I was riding the bike. Next day, we went shopping and entered a big clothing store. One of the salesgirls came to us. "What do you need ma'am?" she asked me. "We need an ethnic Indian bridal collection for him," I replied by pointing towards him. "Ma'am, are you sure it's for him? Isn't she a girl? She seems like a lady." The salesgirl couldn't believe her ears and asked again. "Yes, it's for him," I told her. The salesgirl gave him a big smile and started showing several bridal collections to us. He seemed to like one beautiful dark red lehenga which had some nice hand work over it. The customers around us also admired that dress. "Do you like it?" I asked him, but he didn't reply. I asked the salesgirl to pack it, along with other articles. While she was searching for those articles, he called her closer and told her something. "What is it?" I asked him. "Nothing, it's something for me," he replied and smiled. I paid the bill, and the salesgirl gave the package to him. Enjoy wearing it ma'am; she told him and smiled. I became so embarrassed and came out of the shop quickly. Then we went to a jewelry shop, where he bought all the matching things like, bangles, payals, necklace and earrings. "How can you wear earrings; your ears are not pierced?" the customer asked him. "Don't worry, we will get his ears pierced," I replied. "No Aditi, I'm not going to pierce my ears, I don't want to," he said. I asked the lady at the desk for ear piercing, and she called someone. She took us to the nearby room and asked him to sit on a chair, and went out. After a while another lady came in, and talked with him. She marked both his lobes with a pen, and looked for my approval. When I gave him a nod, within no time, she pierced them both with a gun. He cried a little. She showed him a mirror, and he found two little studs in it. I paid the bill, and we left the shop after. During the way back, we stopped at another shop, where he bought some nice heels. Then we went to another men's clothing store and bought a nice Indo Western ethnic grooms dress there. We reached our hostel in half an hour. My friend booked a beautician appointment for him, on the function day. Next day, in the morning I went to his hostel. He took a bath, wore a bra and panty and then dressed in a top and a girly red jean. Also, he fixed his hair and put all his things in a lady's purse. He wore hoop earrings, the one I gifted him. I escorted him to my bike. I was dressed in a jean, a shirt and a blazer. I told him first we are going to a beauty parlor. I took him there and told the beautician what all she needed. I told the beautician to make him look like am Indian bride. He gave her the set of lehenga and other bridal articles we had bought. Then I went back to my room and got dressed as the Groom. I covered my hair with the sehra over my head and wore a fake beard on my face, though it looked extremely real. He on the other hand was dressed as a perfect bride in a beauty parlor. The play seemed extremely real and I also put sindoor in his head and mangalsutra in his neck. After the play was over many students of my college clicked pictures with me and him. They said that they had never seen a more handsome groom ever in their life. From that day onwards they started to call him as my wife and named him as Mrs. Tyagi. I was also considered as a man in the girl's hostel and got special treatment from all the girls. They used to do all of my work to impress me. They also used to massage my body and flirt with me. I gave the boy permission to wear men's clothes, but he had to do a performance cross-dressed at every function in the college. During the last year of my BSc, I had confusion about pursuing an MSc or MBA. I talked with many people and alas got my admission in both. Though it was illegal then, I did the two degrees at the same time. I was a gold medalist in both and during my internship I had talked about this with your dad and he told me to keep this thing as a secret. During my bachelor's degree one day I had placed a bet with my dad that if I ever get PhD, he'll give me a brand-new car on the day I get my Doctorate. He thought that I could never get this far but was the happiest one in the day I got my PhD. Then he bought a new Honda City for me. He was so happy with me and told me to get a job in Lucknow and shift there. I told him that I had got a job offer in Ankleshwar city. He couldn't even imagine that I had got a job offer for 95000 rupees a month and So, I ended up here," I said. He was so surprised after hearing that and then he said, "You should wear whatever you are comfortable in as clothes give us confidence in the work we do." My phone rang and it was a call from Shyam. "Hello mam, Shyam here." "Yes, Shyam. What is it? Why did you call me at this hour?" "Ma'am, the girl you were asking me about that day, her name is Shweta Kamra. She is the head of the Quality check department of all the plants in our city. She has also been secretly dating Mr. Thakkar. Mr.Thakkaar has an-extramarital affair since the last ten years." "Okay, Thanks a lot Surya. See you at the office tomorrow," I said and hung up the phone. Now I understood the whole game they had been playing there. Shweta was the head of Quality check, so she might be failing the products at quality check and then she might be getting it stored at the janitor room. That night we chitchatted for a while then fell asleep on the couch itself. 6 Next morning, I woke up and got fresh. Then I did some muscular exercises in the gym and then had my breakfast. Then I bathed and I put on a Levi's men's boxer, Jockey sports men's vest, white Levi's T-shirt, black cotton socks, a white monogrammed shirt, black Armani suit and berluti black leathered formal shoes and then drove to my office. I had an important presentation that day. The presentation went very nice and I got my company a new client from Israel who made a deal to buy our products for the next ten years. I was so happy that day. That evening when I came back home in the evening, I saw him wearing the red gown. He told me that he had also managed women's ornaments and artificial breasts from an acting studio. He asked me to make a girl's hairstyle for him, but I told him that I am sorry that I didn't know any. He also asked me for ladies' footwears. I checked the shoe rack and there were pairs of men's formal and casual shoes. I saw a pair of belly shoes there and I gave it to him. Those were oversized to him as his foot was smaller than mine. He put some cloth in it toe box and then wore the heeled belly. Those had a 1.5" inch heel. He knew that I also didn't have make-up, so he had bought lipstick, an eyeliner and a makeup kit for himself. He did the makeup himself in his room while I was waiting in the drawing room to see him. When the door of his room opened, I saw a beautiful girl coming toward me. Her hair was blonde, and it tumbled over her shoulders. Her red lips were lilac soft. She had a sculpted figure which was twine thin. Her waist was tapered, and she had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. Not content to be just another drone, she wore a spiffy red gown. It was happening for the first time that I was getting attracted by a girl and the irony is she wasn't even a girl. I couldn't stop myself as she drew me towards her with her eyes, I inclined my face toward hers and lay my mouth on her mouth, which was like a freshly split-open fig. For a long time, I kissed her. Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart shaped lips. Her lips tasted strawberry sweet when I kissed her. Breathing deeply, she remained standing and at this moment she was like a child astonished by the abundance of knowledge and things worth learning opening before her eyes. I just couldn't imagine what I had done when I realized that he was my boon companion and on top of it, he was a boy. He was standing there still trying to figure out just what had happened. I apprised him to sit on the couch and relax. "I am in love with this moment. I think this is what I need. I am feeling so happy in the women's dress, it makes me comfortable and confident. This dress suits my soft and charming personality," he said firmly. I was wearing an Armani suit, Berluti leather shoes and my hair was tied in a bun. He looked so girly because of his fair skin. Anyone seeing us would call me as the guy and him as the girl here. He stood up and went in his room and brought a digital SLR. Then he asked me to click some photographs of him as he wanted to capture this special moment. We went to the open terrace and I clicked some nice pictures of him. He posed like a model giving some sexy looks. He asked me to click as he pushed his bottom lips forward (pout) to look sexually attractive, he acted to be shy, then he asked me to click as he posed to highlight his cleavage. Anyone seeing the photos could not imagine that he was a guy. Then he asked me if we could click some photos together. I had put the camera on timer, and we stood together. Even after wearing the heels he was about 6 inches shorter than me. I put my arms around his waist and pulled him towards me. Then we took a picture. The picture was nice, and it seemed like I was his man, and he was my girl. He then went in his room again and came with a black fedora hat. He told me to put on the hat. After wearing the hat my hairs were hidden and my breasts were not visible over my brawny body and no one could call me a girl now. Then we clicked some more pictures in different poses. We clicked pictures while dancing, hugging, laughing at each other and walking side by side at every moment me acting as his man. Then I put my hands around his waist and pulled him towards me. Then I lifted him and held him in my arms. We had put our foreheads together and looked into each other's eyes for some time. "Wow! You are so open-minded. This is the happiest day of his life. Thank you for understanding me," he said. "I know that you are a crossdresser and I respect your hobbies," I said. Then we sat on the couch and ordered dinner from a restaurant. He didn't change the dress whole night and nor did I. He served us dinner and then we talked that night. I talked with him about work and the new client and that I had a great day. I told him that I loved him the way I had seen him today. He told me he also loved the way I lifted him and carried him in my waist. We talked a lot that night and he fell asleep on my shoulders. Then after he had slept, I carried him in my arms and then put him in his bed. Then I slept in my room. The next morning, it was Sunday, so I laid on my bed till late while he had woken up early as he had some art exhibition at a nearby city. I thought about the strong feeling I had towards him when I lifted him and kissed him. I never had such deep feelings for anyone else in my whole life. I thought of him as my girlfriend. I thought of proposing him to be my girlfriend. I planned to do it next weekend. I was eagerly waiting for the next week and I thought of doing it at some nice place. I surfed through the internet and found a weekend house at the outskirts of the city. I contacted the owner of the villa and booked it for a night. Then I went to a cake shop and booked a heart shaped red velvet cake. I told him to write "To the love of my life" on the cake. Then I booked a dinner menu for that night from a restaurant and the manager told me it will be delivered on time at the address I had given to him. Then I went to Raymonds showroom to buy a new suit for myself. I told the salesperson that I wanted a tailored suit. He showed me some cloth samples for the suit. I selected a navy-blue colored cotton cloth. I told him that I wanted a three-piece suit and white linen cloth for the shirt. He asked me about whom I was buying this suit for. Do I have his measurements with me? I told him that I was buying that for myself and told him to take my measurements. Seeing my physique, me wearing a Tom Ford's casual shirt, Diesel jeans, Adidas sneakers and the fossil watch in my hand he understood I was a tomboy. Without any further doubt he told me to go to the first floor where the tailor will take my measurements. I saw some Park avenue women's wear upstairs and thought of buying something for Ankit. The tailor started taking my measurements. He complimented me for my physique. He told me that my body was muscular and healthy, and any man would dream to have such a body. He asked me to lift my ponytail while he was taking the measurements of my shoulder. I tied them up in a bun. While he was taking the measurements of my chest, I saw the tiny, heaped breasts and thought to get rid of them, as that would make me more handsome and masculine. I told him to stitch the chest part in men's style and not give an extra void for my breast. After he had taken the measurements, I went to the women's section to buy something for him. I was confused about what to buy as I had never bought anything from the women's section. I bought a navy-blue colored velvet gown which would match the color of my suit. The salesgirl there told me that it won't fit me as it was of small size. I told him that I am buying it for someone else. Then I bought two ladies' heeled shoes, a lady's deodorant and some ladies' cosmetics and told the salesgirl to add it to my bill. I showed my membership card to the cashier and he swiped it to get my details. He told me that I was an old customer and had shopped many times at Raymond shops. I got a 15% discount on the billing amount. Then he told me that he will get the suit ready by Thursday and packed the other things in a carry bag and gave it to me. I took the bag and then drove back home. I left the bag in my car trunk so that he couldn't find it. On the way home, I saw a beauty parlor advertisement on the way and thought to book one for him. I called her on the way and booked it for the day. I gave my address to the beautician and told her to be there on time. When I reached home, I saw him sleeping in his bedroom. I thought he might be tired and didn't wake him up. I then thought about my breast and surfed on the internet about how to shrink the size of breasts. I read about the exercises and the diet I had to follow for that. There were some chest exercises. I also read about a tablet that would shrink the breast, but I wanted to do it naturally, so I didn't take it. I instead got some multivitamin tablets that would increase the level of testosterone in my body. I changed my exercises at the gym to get a flat chest and followed the diet plan. I could see the change in my breast size slowly and they felt hard like men's chest. I got the suit on Thursday from the store and hid it in my car trunk along with his dresses. I was eagerly waiting for the day as it was hard for me to hide my feelings for him. Hey guys, You can read the complete novel for free with Kindle Unlimited. FOR ORDER AND FREE READING: https:www.amazon.com/dp/B08X2ZG7GX Please follow me on Instagram: https:www.instagram.com/ronakshinde803/ I wrote a story on gender bender and crossdressing. I have completed the book and it has launched on Amazon on INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY i.e. on 8 MARCH 2021. It's the story of a girl named Aditi, 6'feet tall and with a brawny muscular body, who is none less than a man, and hates every girly stuff. She meets a guy, named Ankit. They find themselves perfect for each other and fall in love. The novels takes you through the journey of their love life and live-in relationship to their tragedic marriage. I hope you will enjoy the journey from transformation of Ankit to Ankita. PLEASE WRITE COMMENTS REGARDING YOUR VIEWS OVER THE STORY.