Chapter 13
Close Shave!
I reached my room and decided to change out of my saree. I took of my saree, blouse and petticoat but retained my panties and bra. I used the Bathrobe which was thoughtfully provided in the hotel room.
I needed to have a little coffee so I went into the bathroom where one normally finds a coffee percolator. Inside the bathroom, I chanced to look at my image and was amazed at my appearance. I looked absolutely feminine. A little busty perhaps but very very feminine.
That image of me in a black bra and red panties, got me excited and I took of my panties and loin cloth and did a quick wanking. Once again I tucked myself in and re-wore my panties.
Now, I was ready to call up Vivek. After two or three redials, I managed to get through – but it was not Vivek. It was a male voice but said, “This is Ragini.”
In my feminine voice, I said, “Hi Ragini, This is Radha. Can I speak to Vivek please?”
She said, “Sure Ma’am?”
Just a few seconds later, Vivek came on the line.
“Hello Radha! How ya doing?” He greeted me. His voice sound just a wee bit sloshed. Personally, because I don’t drink, I don’t enjoy talking to people who are high. Nevertheless, I continued.
“I am doing good. Listen, I have been thinking. Can you tell me the address of the place where your party is? I would like to consider attending it.” I said to him.
“Oh sure!” he said and gave me an address.
I was somewhat familiar with that place. I called up the reception and told them to have a cab ready in 15 minutes.
I chose my light blue chiffon for the evening – I had liked the feel of the saree when we purchased it in Mangalore. Since my bra would be quite visible under the light blue blouse, I decided to change the bra too. I chose the white one and slipped it on. Quickly wearing the blouse and a light blue saree petticoat, I wore the saree – by now I was quite an expert at wearing a saree. I had barely tucked in the waist pleats and was adjusting the pallu, when the phone rang. It was the reception telling me that the taxi had arrived.
I told them I would be down in a minute. Quickly daubing a little perfume under my ears, I slipped into my flat pumps. I realized that all my clothes were lying about higgledy-piggledy around the room. I quickly picked them up and tossed them into my suitcase and locked it up.
After checking for money inside my purse, I picked it up, tossed the room key in, opened the door and stepped out. Walking as quickly as a lady would, I reached the lift in less than a minute. Luckily, I had no other passengers in the lift – less chances of being under scrutiny.
I indicated to the reception that I would retain the room keys with me and stepped out of the foyer to the cab.
The cab was a Grey colored Ambassador. The driver greeted me, “Good evening Madam!” and held the door open for me.
I climbed in and the door was closed. I told the driver to take me to Vile Parle (East).
The ride took to Vile Parle (East) took no more than 10 minutes. “Where exactly in Vile Parle (East), madam?” asked the driver in typical Bombay Hindi.
I told him, I would direct him. Being familiar with the place, I directed the car straight to the place and asked the driver to stop some fifty feet short of the actual venue of the party.
The venue for the party was a single storied bungalow. I still had grave apprehensions about going for the party, mainly because I remembered that Vivek sounded quite sloshed.
Seeing that there was no one in the street, I asked the driver to switch off the engine and headlights and told him that I wanted to wait in the car for a few minutes.
I had chosen the spot for stopping the car with great care. It was in a shadowy part of the slightly wooded street and the light from the street lamps did not light up our car. Moreover, the grey color of the car effectively hid us from any curious glances.
It was already past 11 in the night and in spite of being a Friday evening, there was not much activity in this basically residential street. Only some sounds of music drifted in our direction whenever there was a slight breeze.
A few minutes after our wait started, I noticed two persons one in a man’s suit and one in a Salwar Khameez come out of the compound. The man had his arms round the other’s waist. Both were staggering and quite obviously drunk. The Salwar Khameez clad person was too tall for a woman and by the walk, it was obvious it was a cross-dressed man. The driver did not seem to notice that it was a man who was in a Salwaar Khameez and even if he did, he just ignored the spectacle. I, for one, observed without seeming to do so.
As I watched, I saw the man in the suit kiss the figure in the Salwar Khameez. The kiss was long and frankly it was the first time I was seeing gay kissing in real life! Not being gay myself, I decided that this particular party was more a gay party than a Transvestite party.
Less than a minute later, I asked the driver to take me back to the Hotel. He was a little surprised that I had hired him just for a drive to a house in Vile Parle (East) to observe a house for a few minutes and then we were going back without my even getting out of the car! But then who was he to question – he was getting paid for the service, anyway!
In less than 15 minutes we were back at the hotel. I paid up the cabbie and went back to my room.
Thanking my stars for the close shave I had just had, I changed out of my wig, saree, blouse, petticoat, bra, panties and loin cloth and into the bath robe again.
I decided to have a soak in the tub and prepared my bath quickly. Realising that the weather in both Bangalore and Bombay was quite hot, I decided that I needed to wash up my smalls. So I picked my two bras, loin cloth and the pair of red panties and washed them up in the wash basin using my bath soap.
I hung them out to dry on the shower curtain rod – just like any woman would do. I also rinsed out my breast forms and gently wiped them dry with a cloth napkin. After that I stepped into the tub and had languorous soak for a quarter of an hour.
Little by little the tiredness from my limbs seeped out. Quickly showering the excess soap from my body, I dried myself with a towel.
Selecting a fresh dry bra from my suitcase and pair of fresh panties, I stepped into them and inserted the forms into the bra cups. Without my loin cloth, the panties strained to keep “me” in place.
I took out the nighty and pulled it over my head. I took a glance in the mirror – even without the makeup and the mirror, I looked quite feminine like a lady with very short hair – I guess it was the hairless appearance which was responsible.
The bed looked inviting and after watching some inane TV (Television!) programs, I was soon feeling quite sleepy.
Calling Reception one last time, I asked them to wake me up at 7:30 am. When they asked me whether I wanted Bed Tea, I told them to send it up at 9 am.
Switching off the lights and the television, I soon fell fast asleep.