Chapter 16

After Lunch

The ride to the hotel took just a few minutes.  I collected the key to my room and went straight up.  As I entered the room and locked the door, I was reminded of the advertisement of “She” Lingerie Boutique.  I have always wanted to try out bras and panties in a lingerie store because that to me was the ultimate acceptance of me as a woman.

The Zari Kanjeevaram which I had worn to the lunch was a wee bit too ostentatious and “special-occasion”.   So I decided to change.

I removed the pin which pinned my Saree Pallu to my blouse and kept it in place.   In just a blouse and petticoat, I sat down to fold the saree.   Being a Kanjeevaram which was being worn for the almost the first time, the creases where the saree was ironed and stored in the shelf were still quite obvious.  I got the correct folds on my second attempt – not being accustomed to doing this.

I was wondering which saree to choose when an idea struck me – why not use the saree which the B’s had gifted me?  After all since it was a saree which had been used in the past, it would have the beading done and fall attached.

Tearing open the package, I was surprised that there were a number of other things in the packet besides the saree.  From within the folds of the saree, a blouse fell out.  It turned out to be Mrs. B’s old blouse.   Also included were a few bangles, a ring , a necklace and a packet of bindis – all of which matched the color of the saree.

Reaching out to the telephone, I dialed the residential number of the B’s that I had from my private collection.   One of the servants picked up the phone.   After identifying myself, I asked to talk to Mrs. B.   Within a few seconds, Mrs B was on the line.

“Well, first and foremost thank you for a wonderful lunch today and the lovely gift.”   I started.

“You are very welcome.   Did you open the package?”   Mrs B asked.

“Yes, very thoughtful on your part to include the jewellery, but why the blouse?   I am not even sure I will fit into one of your blouses.   You are so small compared to me.”   I said.

“Actually, the blouse was made for my sister-in-law, Mola – ‘Mit’s brother ‘Jit’s wife.   She is a lot bigger made than I am.   I thought you might want to wear it on this trip because I noticed how thrilled you looked when you wore it here!”   She said.

“Nothing escapes you, does it!”  I joked.   “Let me try it and let you know, ok?   Are you going to be available at home after say, some 15 minutes or so?”  I asked.

“We don’t plan to go out right now.  In the evening we will be going out for a couple of hours to visit Anand Bakshi-ji in Bandra.  We heard he is not keeping too well.”  She told me.

“Ok then. I will call you after a short while.”  I said and hung up after a polite and short farewell.

I reached out to each of my shoulders and unclipped the press-button that kept my bra under the blouse.   Carefully I unhooked the blouse – the blouse opened in the front.   Peeling off the blouse, pulled out my arms from the sleeves. Clad in only my black bra and black petticoat, I folded the blouse carefully.   Like the saree, being a new blouse, the original creases were still evident.   Using them as my guide, I folded the blouse accurately and placed it within the folds of the saree.

Now picking up the blouse which Mrs B had sent me, I raised my hands above my head and let the sleeve slip past my wrist.  The blouse got entangled in the bangles I was wearing.   I took off the blouse, removed my bangles and once again raised my arms.  This time the blouse slipped smoothly down my bare forearms.  Adjusting the shoulder, I buttoned up the blouse using the hooks that are normally found there.  The Blouse was a perfect fit.  In fact it was more comfortable than my own blouse because of some special kind of construction of the underarms.  In this blouse I could actually keep my hand on my shoulders and trace a circle in space with my elbows.

Curious, I removed the blouse and compared it with one of my other blouses and found that the blouse had an extra piece of cloth under the underarms which was absent in the blouse I had had stitched in Mangalore.  I made a mental note to give this blouse as a sample to my tailor.

I called up the B household again and asked to talk to Mrs B.

She came on the line and I told her that I just loved the saree.  She was very pleased.  I asked her if they had any plans after their visit to the Anand Bakshi household.  She replied that they had none.

"May I invite both of you for a light snack at the Searock at about 6 pm today then?"  I asked.

"Just a minute, let me ask 'Mit."  she said.

She was back in less than a minute and said, "Nothing would give us more pleasure.  But I have one request to make."

"Yes?" I asked.

"I would like you to wear the saree I just gifted you.  Use the blouse I gave you."  She said.

I replied with a Hindi saying which literally translated meant "You took words out of my mouth".  Colloquially it meant that I was planning to do that and we seemed to be of the same mind.

"I will eagerly be looking forward to seeing you fully dressed up in that saree." She said as we ended the conversation.

Returning to my dressing up,  I realized that my black bra under a light yellow blouse would look quite out of place.  I unhooked my bra.   One of the things that my wife had taught me was that women never wore their undergarments once they removed them.   Placing the breast forms on the bed, I picked up the bra.   I went to the washbasin and quickly washed it and hung it out to dry on the shower rod.  I was amazed at how just like a woman, I was behaving although my flat chest gave every indication of my being a man.  The long hair and the made up face was a different proposition altogether.

From my suitcase, I selected a white bra and hooked it on my back.  Placing the breast forms in the cups, I adjusted them so that they appeared just like a woman’s breasts outside the bra.

For the third time, I raised my hands and wore the blouse.  This time I hooked the shoulder straps under the shoulder and hooked the blouse.  Going to the mirror in the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself.   Even a woman would feel proud of this “woman”.   The sight of my bra under the light yellow semi transparent blouse was starting to excite me.  I felt a stirring in my loins and realized I needed to wank off.

I untied my black saree petticoat and let it fall at my feet.  The waist got snagged at my crotch for just a second notwithstanding the restraints placed on my manhood by the tight loin-cloth.   Quickly, I pulled down my panties and released myself from under the loin cloth, I gave myself a quick wank in the wash basin.   I looked quite novel – a perfect specimen of a woman but wanking off her large, excited penis in the wash basin!

Once done, I re-wore my loin cloth and pulled up my panties.  A black petticoat under a yellow saree was not appropriate.   Picking up the petticoat, which lay at my feet, I went to the room, folding it as I walked.  The Loin cloth did a good job of keeping “me” in place and the contours of the panties were just like a woman’s.

Selecting the white petticoat which I had included for my other saree, I pulled it down my head.   The petticoat snagged on my breasts as it usually does, but I pulled it down.  Adjusting it to be properly placed just above the edge of my panties, I tied the drawstring.   Next I pressed the petticoat down my thighs right upto the ankles so that the petticoat was now smoothed.   Picking the saree, I wore it – it felt so soft on my hairless back and neck.  My pleats were neatly tucked in and the pallu was properly adjusted.

Picking up each of the bangles, I slipped them on my right hand.  I slipped the ring on my right hand. Mrs B had thoughtfully included a ring which was split so it was no problem to slip it on my ring finger.  Selecting a round bindi in green, I pasted it smack in the middle of my forehead after removing the earlier one.

Having done that, I examined myself closely in the mirror. As a man, I realized why Mr B had chosen that color and that texture.   It was indeed extremely feminine to touch and feel.

I picked up the newspaper and opened to the page where I had seen the “She” boutique ad in the morning.   I made a note of the address and got ready to leave.

I gave a quick look around the room to see if nothing was amiss.  The saree, petticoat and blouse, which I had just stripped off, lay neatly folded on the bed.  My black bra was hung to dry on the shower curtain rod.   I searched through my suitcase to take some money.  I could not possibly pay with my credit card as it was in my male name.  I picked up my purse and the keys to the room.

I reached the lobby within no time and as I handed the keys to the reception, asked for a taxi to be summoned.  Stepping into the cab, I mentally remembered the address and said, ”Linking Road”.

“Where on Linking Road”, the cabbie asked.  “Some store known as ‘Uncle’s Shop.  Do you know where?”  I asked.   The cabbie knew.

In a few minutes, we were stopping right in front of the store known as Uncle’s Shop.   As I prepared to cross the road, I noticed that “She Boutique” was in the same building, towards the left.   The entrance was reachable through a passage which had a small store selling small trinkets like hairbands, earrings and the like.   Crossing the road, I made my way through the mass of bodies which are typical on any given day at Linking road in the afternoon.

As I saw the doors to the boutique, for just a smallest moment, I hesitated.   However confident I felt, I was still a man in a women’s clothes walking into a lingerie boutique, expecting to be taken for a woman and treated like one.  Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped in.