Dear friends,This is Garima with a new episode.
Here is the story of Kapila a Chennai resident whom I met in a train journey in Pinakini Express. We became close friends as the birds of same feather. Whenever I came to Tirupati she comes here or some times I go to Chennai where she stays with her mother and sister. This is her story.
Kapil was a boy who had exceptionally long hair for his age. His mother and sister would often tease him about his hair, saying that he looked like a girl. One day, they decided to take it a step further.
Kapil's mother and sister convinced him to try on some of his sister's clothes, saying that it would be fun and that he would look cute. Kapil was hesitant at first, but eventually gave in to their persuasion.
As he put on the clothes, Kapil felt a mix of emotions. He was embarrassed and uncomfortable, but at the same time, he was curious about how he would look. His mother and sister helped him get dressed, styling his hair and applying makeup to complete the look.
When Kapil looked in the mirror, he was shocked. He barely recognized himself. His long hair and the makeup made him look like a girl. His mother and sister started calling him Kapila, and he felt a sense of unease and embarrassment.
They took photos of him and teased him about how cute he looked. Kapil tried to laugh it off, but inside, he was feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious. He couldn't wait to change back into his own clothes. Yet he was curiously changing into his girl dresses when he was alone. This growing interest of him was not out of the looks of his mother and sister.
As the days went on, Kapil's mother and sister continued to tease him about his appearance. They called him Kapila and made jokes about him looking like a girl. Kapil tried to ignore them, but it was hard.
Eventually, Kapil had had enough. He told his mother and sister that he didn't like being dressed up like a girl and that he wanted to change back into his own clothes. They agreed on face but not stopped their effortd and were taking many more photos.
As Kapil changed back into his own clothes, he felt a sense of relief. He was glad to be himself again and to be rid of the uncomfortable and embarrassing feelings. But still he started showing his interest for being dressed up like a girl. This was the ambiguity ruling his life.
His mother and Sister had continued to change him mercilessly. Uniwillingly but with a ray of inner interest he had to oblige their enjoyment of seeing him as girl.
Sometimes Kapil's mother and sister respected his boundaries and still tried to force him to crossdress again and again.