Chapter
12
The
Flight
The drive to the Airport was quite smooth and uneventful. The usual traffic jam chaos on MG Road in Bangalore where the Taj is located was very much in evidence, but my scheduling had made provisions for that.
Within 20 minutes, I arrived at the airport. After unloading the wheelie from the trunk of the taxi, I paid the cab driver and proceeded to the check in counters. There were very few passengers waiting there. Since I was traveling First Class, I could go to a separate counter where there was no one.
After a perfunctory set of questions, I got my boarding card and went through the security check. It was a little odd to be scanned for metal by a woman constable. My bra hook caused a beep which she ignored – she must have been accustomed to that. Otherwise it was a breeze to pass through the security.
I resisted the urge to purchase a Business Magazine and instead went for a Femina and chose a quiet seat for myself. I was browsing through the magazine, when I felt a pair of eyes on me from across the waiting area.
Trying not to appear too obvious, I discerned that they belonged to a young, fair skinned clean shaven man in a business suit. I did not recognize him so I must have made some sort of an impression on him.
Soon, my flight was announced and I made my way to the gate. I had chosen an aisle seat. I located my seat and as I was about to heave my wheelie into the cabin baggage compartment, I heard an “Allow me, ma’am” behind me. I turned around to see the same young man who was staring at me in the terminal.
“Oh! Thank you!” I said to him, smiling. He easily lifted my wheelie into the luggage hold.
As I sat down in my seat demurely, I noticed that the young man was seated in the seat across the aisle. The seat next to me was empty.
Soon our aircraft was pushed back and the captain announced that we were ready for take off. I noticed that the seat next to me remained empty. As soon as the seat belt sign was switched off, the young man reached across and asked me if I minded if he sat in the window seat next to me. “I would like to rest my head on the window and catch a few winks,” he said by way of an explanation. I told him I didn’t mind.
So as he picked up his suit coat to move over, I used the opportunity to use the rest room. Frankly, I wanted to take one more look at myself – being seen across the waiting area is far more desirable than being under scrutiny at less than 2 feet distance!
One of the fore toilets was empty and I stepped into it. I needed to use the toilet too. Taking care to sit down, I finished a short toilet and tucked myself in once again. I pulled up my panties and pressed down my saree in place. Then in the confines of an aircraft toilet, I gave myself a thorough examination. Nothing was amiss and everything was in its place.
Feeling a little adventurous, I closed the toilet seat and unpinned my pallu from my blouse. I adjusted my saree in such a way that my “breasts” were a wee bit more visible on the side that my new co-passenger was going to sit. If he wanted it that way, I was going to titillate him too! The saree was adjusted in such a way that I would need to keep tugging at it to cover myself more modestly but I would still end up exposing myself a wee bit. As a man, I knew that it turned on any man!
Pinning my pallu once again on my blouse, I took one last look at myself and stepped out of the toilet. I walked back to my seat without any further incident and sat down – taking care to not flop down on my seat as I would have done if I was not dressed like a woman.
Soon, the young man returned to his seat. We were served with a dinner of Chicken Biryani and some side dish which I could not recognize. I ate mine quietly and expected the guy next door to nod off – there were still some 45 minutes before our scheduled touch down at Bombay. But no such luck!
Soon, he was in animated chatter with me. It turned out that he was a Sales Director for a Major Multinational Pharmaceutical firm and was in fact one of the hot shot stars in his organization. He told me that under his direction, his company’s sales of an Iron Supplement had increased some 47% in the previous year.
As he was very insistent, I told him that I was going to stay in Sun N Sand for the next two days. I was quite surprised that he insisted on dropping me off at the hotel. I put my foot down and refused outright.
“I want to tell you something, if you don’t mind” he said somewhat softly.
“Uh Oh!” I said audibly.
“Nothing new, just that…” his voice trailed off and he pulled out his Business Card from his pocket, scribbled something on its back and handed it over to me.
I thought this was just one more way of introducing himself to me. I read the card in my hand. It told me his name was Vivek Khanna and the address was that of an office in Bombay.
“So you are based in Bombay”, I said to him by way of conversation.
“Yes”, he said “but I want you to see is on the back side of the card.”
I turned it around and what I read made me go pale. I am sure even under my layers of make up my loss of color was obvious.
In a neat handwriting, he had
written, “I am a tranny, too!”
Obviously, I had been read! He knew I was a man dressed as a woman!
Recovering quickly, I said to him, “That’s interesting!”
For a few minutes, there was silence between us, as I gauged the extent of impact on me and my life by the revelation of my secret. Then I asked him softly, “Tell me how often do you get a chance to dress up.”
“Actually today evening, I am going to attend a party where there will be quite a few Crossdressers. And I was wondering if you would be interested in coming with me,” he said.
“Look, I am dressed up for a specific purpose. I am not looking for any kind of sexual or any other kind of adventure of any sort. I am happily married as a man and any relationship outside of marriage does NOT interest me. So if you or any of your friends are looking something in this direction, then just forget it!” I told him quite firmly.
“Honestly, I am not interested in getting you into any such mess either. I invited you only because my friends who are also straight males, would possibly be interested in the way in which you have managed to get such an exquisite image of a modern woman that only another tranny like me could read you. There are a lot of things we all can learn. I was just hoping you would share it all with me and my friends that is all.” He said by way of explanation.
“I am not sure I want to be part of any such group. But let me think about it for a little while.” I told him.
I was silent for a long time after that. All kinds of thoughts were passing through my mind at that time. Soon the seat belt sign was switched on and I buckled up my seat belt and in a few minutes we were in the Terminal Building.
As I was hailing a cab, Vivek caught up with me. “I wondered if you have decided anything…” he let the words trail off.
I had noticed that he had listed his cell phone number on his business card. “Can I call you up on your Cell phone?”.
“Sure.” He said. “The party was scheduled to start at 9 and would have gone on till at least midnight. It is in Vile Parle (East) and you can come in any time.”.
I told him that I would call him up either way and bid him good-bye.
I reached Sun’ N’ Sand Hotel within 10 minutes and checked in. My mind was still in turmoil as I wrestled with the dilemma of whether to contact Vivek later or not.
I finally decided that I would contact him.