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Shanghai Chronicles - Part 2- Belly dancing
On my way to the client meeting, I picked up Chantelle. She looked fresh
and was in an upbeat mood. After giving a quick hug she remarked that I
looked sharp and needed to turn it on a notch higher. Without wasting
time, she took out the Chanel bottle from her bag and sprayed on both of
us. Now Chanel No.19 is unlike any other perfume which usually encourage
women to smell like chocolate covered confections, No. 19, with its
strength and regal beauty, proves that femininity is not defined by
"sugar, spice and everything nice." That being said, lacking sweetness or
floral opulence, the no 19 falls upon the vetiver and leather. I loved
it!
As expected, none of my Chinese colleague seemed to have noticed how we
smelled, they were focused on the job at hand. French clients are not the
easiest to please and the meeting was one tough one. However, we did
well, and the feedback was better than expected.
As we were saying our byes to the clients, one of the brand managers from
the fragrance team whispered to me that she loved what I was wearing. I
was stunned for a moment and then figured she was referring to my
perfume. She continued saying No.19 was a chic choice. My cheeks went
red, and I blushed, while Chantelle chuckled. We got out of the office
and had a small huddle after which we left for a rewarding Sichuan lunch.
Not much happened for rest of the day. I was hoping for a gurls night
out, but it never happened.
I expected more to happen with Chantelle going forward but she and I both
got busy and never did those gurls night out anymore. I heard from my
team that she was seeing someone in the office, and I gathered our time
together would end there.
Soon it was December, and the temperature was close to freezing. Shanghai
winters are not just cold but also wet and windy making sure you shiver
right to your bones. Most western expats head home for Christmas and the
Chinese continue to go about life with no change as Chinese New Year is
still couple of months away.
I decided not to travel and stay through the winter in Shanghai. Workload
was low and that gave me lot of time to plan for other activities. I
wanted to express my feminine side and wanted something I could do across
the winter. I narrowed down on belly dance after I saw a new dance studio
open very close to home. I called the studio, and I asked if I could join
the belly dance class on Friday. The girl on the other sides sounded
American and showed no surprise to a guy calling in for the class. She
asked for my name, and I gave her my Female name ' Raina'.
Over the years I have experimented with my look and have observed
professionals to land on my learning. Trying to appear extremely feminine
highlights the male feature, almost like the sore thumb sticking out. We
all have certain features which are feminine, and some are luckier than
others. Just like women who also have some masculine features. Those who
have more feminine than masculine it is easier to pass in public.
Unfortunately, that is not the case for me. Secondly human being has a
natural face analyser which at one glance can pinpoint on the male
feature for men and feminine for women. Which makes passing hard.
Instead, I have learnt creating confusion is a better strategy, as the
question on people's mind is "is he a man who looks very feminine" or for
those empathetic makes them feel we would make a better girl than current
male version. This to me is better than people exclaiming they have
spotted a man who is trying to pass of as a female. Being in the middle
with a tilt towards being more feminine is the way I venture out.
In fact, this strategy has led to more people mistaking me to be female
as compared to when I tried to go full out.
For my trial belly dance class, I decided to do the same, I wore jeans
from Diesel with hip padding and a lose black top from Guess. Paired it
with feminine boots from Sam Edelman and long wavy hair. Had some eye
makeup to accentuate my feminine feature especially my long lashes.
Shaped my usually bushy eyebrows which is a source of envy in China as
most women have close to no eyebrow hair. Beard shadow was covered with
the red lipstick trick, and I used just a nice lip gloss from Lanc?me
Juicy shaker. I always use quality products for the best effect. Mascara
from YSL- Lash Clash. Now the visual aspect of the confusion was ready,
but another powerful sense is smell and it can have a massive impact on
people's radar. The perfume of choice for me was Miss Dior which has a
heavy fresh floral scent that goes heavy on exotic varieties of roses to
give out a feminine aura. Handbag I carried was from YSL, with that the
vision was ready to charm the world.
My plan was to reach early and check out the place to see how open they
are to me. I was there 20 minutes early, the girl at the reception got me
to quickly fill the trial form and then asked me to pick the locker keys
of the wall. She showed no surprise or shock and was very welcoming. That
helped calm my nerves, now on the wall there were keys for the Men and
woman locker rooms. Since she did not hand them on to me, I decided to
pick the male one thinking there would be no guys anyways since it was
time for the belly dance class which I was sure would not have any men.
Therefore, I would have the changing room to myself.
I walked into the changing room and as expected it was empty, so I put my
bag down and started to remove my boots just then another guy walked in.
I smiled and said hi to him, and he freaked out. He was like you are in
the wrong room, just then other guys started to walk in, and he asked me
to go next door. He thought I was in the wrong room. I walked out quickly
and went to the reception. I told the girl that guy told me I am in the
wrong room. She laughed and directed me to pick from women's section. My
thoughts went crazy with questions and delight, did she mistake me for a
girl, what if the other girls in locker don't see me the same way and
call the cops. I was more petrified than anything, so quickly made a dash
before the other girls arrive. Changing into tights and a lose top I went
right out. By then no one was in, so I was safe.
In few minutes I saw the other girls and the teacher arrive. Those who
did not have the belly dance chain were given one to tie around their
waist. Like me there were many who were doing it for the first time. The
class started and I was trying my best to keep up but was getting it all
wrong, just like the girl right next to me. Our failure got us talking
and helping each other. She was probably 10 years older than me but had
flat abs and shapely hips. The teacher was a young girl from Israel, she
came and corrected us many times. The movement were feminine and sensual,
and I was sure that I want to continue doing it. The class came to an end
and few of us chatted while drinking water. My plan was to wait for
everyone to leave and then go change up. But the lady with me she kept
talking and said let's get ready quickly and if you have time, we could
get some coffee. We walked into the changing room chatting with girls in
different state of undress. I expected them to scream but no one even
gave me a second look. My newfound friend who went by the western name
Nancy, stripped naked and went for the shower. Given it was cold she was
the only one doing that. Chinese women are known to walk around
completely naked in changing rooms and she did without any hesitation. I
on the other hand just changed my tights and wore my jeans quickly. While
keeping the same top on. Soon we were ready to leave.
We grabbed a coffee downstairs and sat down for chant. She was married
with one daughter, and she filled me in on her life.
After so many years when I look back at my photos from that day, I wonder
how she could not make out that I was not a born female or was she ok
with me or like many Chinese all foreigners looked the same to them. I
loved my class but was not sure about the changing room situation it
would not be long before someone raises an objection or calls the cop. I
was new in the city and scared of the authority.
But I was convinced that belly dance would allow me to express my
feminine side more than any other activity could. Those moments when you
feel the pull to change your world take hormones, go for the surgery and
live full time are best handled by using the energy to become a belly
dancer.
I got down to looking for teachers, it was hard given the language
barrier. I wrote emails, sent messages and called some of them. I finally
found a belly dancing community which was run by a Chinese lady, An
American lady and an Egyptian man. My contact was with the Chinese lady,
and I decided to tell her about my situation. She suggested we meet
first.
She invited me to her house from where she ran the class and community. I
again went dressed like the other day. She would have been in her 50's
and had been doing belly dance for years. She told me she knew many like
me and would help me uncover my inner women.
She then assigned a teacher who would do personal classes with me, she
then asked whether I want to learn the traditional dance or the ones
which happens in night clubs. I did not know the difference so left it to
her to decide. The teacher then asked me to join her in the dance studio.
We started with a simple warm up and stretching. I expected to be doing
some of the similar moves that I had done with the other teacher. Which
were I had seen on media or at restaurant or even see Shakira do it in
her music videos. Moves like shimmies, chest life, hip bumps etc. with
fast-paced Arabic music.
However, we started with moves which were slow, and she emphasized on
looking beautiful. The moves were slow, and I got a sense of getting a
soft massage near my pelvic and abdominal area. We paused with each move
to correct the beauty and admire ourselves in the mirror. The movement
were slow and had sense of twisting and fluidity. After half an hour we
stopped. The way I felt was something completely new to me. I had a sense
of warmth and relaxation near my pelvic area and my entire body had a
tingle. The teacher then asked me how I feel about this dance, and I
explained my feeling. It was almost like I had awakened my inner woman
not just in spirt but in body as well. She then explained that belly
dance has 2 types, one which is popular and can be seen in popular
culture and the other traditional. The traditional one is meant for
prenatal pregnancy and taking care of their feminine organs and hormones.
Its slow, sensual and works on parts which make the woman beautiful from
inside and outside moreover taking her of her reproductive organs and
hormone generation. This was fascinating and I just wanted to learn this
dance. So, we agreed to 2 classes a week for the next 10 weeks. She ended
the class by saying being a woman is not only hard but also requires hard
work.
My next class started with fixing my posture and walk. We practised the
traditional dance for 30 mins and the remaining time was spent to the
club version which was aimed at attracting the men. We finished the class
with stretching and some light massage from the teacher. After which she
would leave the room for me to change and after that she would herself
while I waited for. We would then walk out together. After the class she
sent me some links on where I could get some clothes for the class.
After which I was obsessed with the dance, I practised whenever I got
time.
Over time I started improving and the loved the feeling of the
traditional dance. If weights and contact sports generate testosterone
this probably helped generate oestrogen, not sure but at least i got that
feeling.
Our classes continued and I made really good progress both in terms of
posture, make up and dancing skills. We also started to chat a lot after
the class. Probably after 6 or 8 weeks the winter weather was gone and it
started to get hot in the room, so after class I was trying to wipe sweat
of with a tissue when the teacher offered to help. I just said yes, she
brought out a towel wiped my neck and then asked me to take out my top,
she wiped down my back. She then took out her top and asked me to do the
same. Since then, something changed, and we would just change Infront of
each other. I hoped she probably started to see my as one of the girls.
After 3 months she asked me if I would to be part of a performance team,
I said I would love to but doing think my skills are up to the mark to do
a solo performance. She laughed saying no silly it will be with other
girls. I was not sure, but she said it would be fine. So, I was too
joined 4 other girls for a rehearsal in the evening. Teacher advised me
on what to wear and before the class helped touch up my make up as well.
The girls were very warm and instantly we all hit it off. The rehearsals
were and the teacher was not so gentle as she was when doing the class
individually with me. But that helped the girls get closer and help each
other.
Soon it was performance day I wore a turquoise bra top, and belt adorned
with silver coins and beads, a free-flowing chiffon skirt that swished my
legs, I had undergone heavy waxing for this one, make up was heavy with
focus on looking sexy. I had smoky eye makeup, henna tattoos on my arms
and fake belly button piercing.
The performance was thrilling to say the least. We got all the moves
right; I was on the back since I was the tallest. We performed Infront of
200 people. Luckily, I was sure there would be no one from work who would
even know about this.
The dance was a mix of sexy and fun and the audience danced and clapped
along with us. No one I hope guessed my real gender. After the
performance we all hugged, took photos and talked about the entire
performance. Teacher was also proud. 2 of the girls left as they had
family waiting which left 3 of us. So, we decided to head out for some
more fun, the girls quickly helped touch up my makeup and we headed to an
Arabic restaurant which had live belly dancing and some good drinks. The
atmosphere was lively, and the girls were known there. I just stuck
behind them. Soon everyone was on the floor dancing, and I also went with
the flow. With drinks, dancing and lot of people I soon lost track of
time and with whom I was dancing or where the other girls were. There was
a guy who was dancing near me and with me from time to time. He also was
getting drinks; I did not mind the drinks and did not give it a second
thought. After some time, I was very drunk and decided to take a break.
There was a lady setting on one of the tables and she asked me to join,
we talked while I drank some water. Her name was Isabelle, she was an
artist and was visiting Shanghai for an exhibition she was trying to set
up. We talked until 3 AM after which it became hard to stay up, so I left
after exchanging numbers and agreeing to meet soon.
I reached home and crashed right after. Next morning there was a message
from Isabelle asking if I would be interested in being her muse for one
of her paintings.
I stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror with my make up on, for
the first time I noticed the change in my hips! And the change was
obvious.
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