Chapter 10: Pierced Horizons
Aashu's heart pounded like a dholak as they stepped out of the house. With every step his grip onto Vishu's arm got tighter. Strangers on road seemed to stare at him. That made him very conscious about his clothing, hair, etc. He kept on adjusting them again and again. These girly movements came naturally to his petite hands. His hips swayed like he was dancing while he walked in small but cute steps. After reaching the parlour the owner, a gay man known to Vishnu found the couple quite lovely - Effimate husband and a Tom Boy Wife.
He was afraid initially when he sat on the chair for piercing. The beautician first did his eyebrows. Shaped them well. While he was at it, Vishu went to purchase the studs to be put on his ears after piercing. There were many studs available at the beauty parlour for first time users. Vishu purchased a pair of cute gold studs with a heart shaped diamond on each of them. They were very costly, but the sparkle they brought to his face was priceless. For Aashu, the pain he endured was worth.
The sales girls in the parlour showed him many items of beauty and skincare and haircare. He listened to them with all the attention and learnt how to use which products. This was the first time he was shopping. He looked at Vishu for her approval to buy something. Vishu nodded and he selected few shades of nailpolish and lipstick. On their way back, Vishu stopped at a bags store for buying him a purse / hand bag to carry his items. The shop keepers and the people they encounters got confused with Vishu's gender and were hesitant to address as Sir or Madam. But with Aashu, no one had any confusion... everyone called him Madam. Aashu knew this would happen so he took it in his stride and responded confidently as a Woman.
Some Men, who identified Vishu's gender correctly, thought these were two girls out for shopping in the evening and tried to flirt with them. Actually they approached Aashu more than Vishu because, though they identified Vishu as a woman, they still feared her as she was looking muscular & dominant and not an easy girl. Aashu had mixed feelings... he liked it when some Men flirted, got disgusted with some and got afraid when some Men approached. "Don't be afraid my dear wifey..., think of them as your admirers. Be free and fearless . If anyone crosses the line, I'm there to take care of them." said Vishu. Aashu felt safe and protected. He said "Why should I fear, when my hubby is near?" playfully responding to "wifey" comment made by Vishu.
They reached home, had dinner and watched a rom-com till late in night. Headed for bed and did their routine and slept like proper husband and wife.... Aashu resting over strong chest of Vishu.
Morning glow: (evening in India)
Sumathi's call first. Aashu angled face/ears proudly and said "Ma, see!". Sumathi gasped "My goodness ....! Those Studs shine like stars. How much did they cost?? And those brows...? They remind me of my younger self."
Friends were next— He sent a selfie in their group. Divya responded first. Divya: "Wow.... those are unreal.... DP change NOW! The world should see this.". One after the other, the Messages flooded- he beamed...! Neha: "Show close-up!". Sravani: "Wow... I wish I had those...!". Lakshmi: "Nice decision and nice selection. Whose idea?". Aashu: "Decision mine..., selected and gifted by Vishnu". It was another first for him. Never before did he refer to his wife in a masculine name. Now Friends also started calling her Vishnu.
Family chain:
Encouraged by all, he updated his DP. Ragini messaged: "You look gorgeous... I'm really feeling you are indeed my daughter in law. Finally god answered my prayers which I made 20 years back.". Aashu replied: "Anything for you Attamma"
Only Prakash was skeptical. He did not say anything to Aashu, but just sent a smiley as a reply to his DP. He spoke with Ragini and his words laced caution "How is Vishnu allowing this. What is Sumathi's view on this transformation her Son is going through? Tell me honestly. Do you think Aashu is virile enough? Can we expect a grandkids from him?". Ragini soothed him: "Prakash.., don't be a spoilsport. Everyone is enjoying. If there was a problem my daughter would have told me. They are delaying kids as a choice... not as a compulsion. She seems to be absolutely okay with this. I don't know about Sumathi, but I always wanted a daughter in law and I seem to be getting one...! Even you, you have just now referred to your own daughter as Vishnu, a male name. Somewhere deep inside you... even you wanted a son. And God gave you a daughter who is no less than a son. So when you treat her as a son, whats your problem in accepting her husband as a daughter in law of this house?". Ragini's words hung in the air like incense smoke, soothing Prakash's last flickers of doubt. He simply nodded in a YES and said "I guess we have what we have"
Chapter 11: Curves Constricted
Weeks blurred into a softer rhythm for Aashu, his body evolving under yoga flows, home-cooked richness, and Vishnu's adoring touch. Yes, it was no longer Vishnupriya or Priya or Vishu..., Just Vishnu for everyone including Aashu. The sports bra—once loose over his gentle chest—now constricted like a vice. Breathing became difficult during downward dogs, fabric digging into yoga-toned flesh, straps biting narrow shoulders. And Without it, the shirts tented oddly; any sway or reach sent a wobbling jiggle through his fuller bust area, pain flaring from unsupported motion. Chores turned tender—sweeping sent aches, cooking leans sparked winces. Clothes rubbed onto his ever more sensitive nipples which cause him rashes and pains.
One evening, post-dinner, Aashu fidgeted in kurti, unable to bear the pain and hands cupping chest. "Vishnu..., My inners are causing me a problem. If I wear them, i Can't breathe.... If I don't, it hurts...!". Vishnu's strong arms pulled him close, tomboy grin sly. "Time for proper fit, wifey—your curves deserve real support. Let's go to Mall tomorrow; we'll shop YOUR bras."
Excitement tangled nerves. Next day, Eaton Centre buzzed—holiday shoppers, winter lights twinkling. Aashu clung to Vishnu's arm. He borrowed her Jeans and a t-shirt. With his studs sparkling, arched brows and a high ponytail secured with a scrunchie, he walked gracefully beside Vishnu who was wearing a Boyfriend Jeans which made her look like a man. La Senza gleamed inviting: lace displays, mannequin curves. Salesgirl—perky, mid-20s—beamed: "Shopping for madam?" (And Yes... She misread the genders of the couple. Vishnu nodded: "Fitting for her bras." Aashu blushed cherry, heart hammering—publicly measured like a woman.
Fitting room intimate:
The salesgirl, named Maria, whisked the tape and measured him. "Arms up, relax." Cool fabric circled under bust—snug loop, then over fuller chest, gentle pressure mapping swells. Aashu froze, petite hands trembling; first time exposed in front of someone other than his Vishnu. "34B, perfect— your soft tissue, needs contour." Maria fetched options; Vishnu watched approvingly from stool.
First trial:
As Maria led aashu towards the trial room, he expected Vishnu to follow as well. But Maria denied acces to Vishnu saying 'Men not allowed'. Vishnu had to show his Identity card to convince her that she was indeed a female. As the three walked towards the trial room, other women inside the trial area started covering up seeing a man (Vishnu walking in). Some questioned the security why a man was being allowed. Vishnu had to endure embarrassment and explain she was a female to everyone who questioned. Once inside the room, Maria gave a seamless T-shirt bra, nude, molded cups. Aashu slipped arms through, clasp clicked—smooth lift, no wobble, breath free. Mirror stunned: natural cleavage hinted, curves held elegantly. "Fits daily wear—stretch lace, moisture-wick," Meera explained. Vishnu whistled: "Spin, darling" Aashu twirled, ponytail whipping—supported, feminine power. Maria doubted they were a lesbian couple.
Second: A push-up lace (black), underwire lift. Cups plumped bust seductively, lace peeking kurtis. "Date nights—enhances cleavage," Maria explained. Aashu posed, hands on hips; Vishnu's eyes darkened: "Sexy". Maria confirmed in her thoughts that they were indeed a lesbian couple.
Third: sports bra (high-impact, racerback), grey. Compression secure for yoga, wide straps non-slip. "Active days—no bounce," Maria demoed stretch. Aashu jumped lightly—stable bliss.
Fourth: balconette (emerald silk), demi-cups for low necks. Airy lift, romantic sheer. "For Sarees and blouses," Vishnu murmured. Aashu did not listen and arched back showing off his elegant swells.
They splurged: 12 sets—daily seamless (nude/pink), push-ups (red/black), minimizers (under tees), strapless (sarees), wireless loungers (home), plus panties matching (thongs for tight pants, boyshorts comfy, bikinis versatile). Functionality unpacked: underwires for lift, memory foam molds, padded seamless invisible, front-closers easy clasp.
There was a winter sale on Nightwear. Satin chemises (slips over curves), babydolls (sheer tease), cami-shorts sets (cozy sleep). Vishnu insisted to buy them all....!
At Home, Vishnu asked Aashu to model once again. So Aashu modeled full sets... bras and Panties together... Vishnu's hands couldn't stop exploring new smoothness, passion peaking. With Chest aches gone; bras cradled his blossoming form perfectly, his daily routine upgraded: morning bra ritual became inevitable, making his bust fuller by the day. There was no more hiding... he developed a nice hour glass shape which he cannot and did not want to hide in baggy clothes. Family and Friends gossiped lovingly. Aashu swayed confident—curves conquered.
Prakash stopped asking any more questions to Ragini and started believing that he had a son and a daughter in law. Infact he even joked saying maybe my son will fullfull my wish of having grand children.