You and Me

The nationwide lockdown had hit, and for many people, it brought chaos and uncertainty. But for Sanjay and Sneha, it became a time to bond and rediscover each other in unexpected ways. Sanjay, a software engineer, had been happily married to Sneha for three years. With their busy schedules, they rarely found the time to be together. But the lockdown was a blessing in disguise for them—they could finally spend time doing things together.

Sneha, a fitness enthusiast, loved her yoga and cardio sessions. Sanjay, on the other hand, was less enthusiastic about fitness. He joked that he was far from being the masculine gym guy but did enjoy working out because it meant spending time with Sneha. However, there was a small problem—Sanjay’s incredibly long hair.

Sneha had always been a bit envious of Sanjay’s thick, silky hair that reached down to his lower back, while her own hair only brushed her mid-back. Her friends often teased her about it, and she would occasionally try to convince Sanjay to trim it shorter than hers. But Sanjay enjoyed teasing her, often standing next to her while she combed her hair, showing off his longer locks.

One morning, during a yoga session, Sanjay’s hair kept falling in front of his face, making it difficult for him to follow the poses. Sneha was growing frustrated. She paused the session, hands on her hips.

"Since you’re having so much trouble with your hair during yoga, we need to do something about it," Sneha said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Sanjay felt a wave of dread. "I am not letting you cut it!" he said, half-joking but also serious.

Sneha chuckled. "I’m not asking you to cut it, silly." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But since it’s bothering you, let’s style it in a way that’s… comfortable for you."

Sanjay raised an eyebrow. "Comfortable? What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you know, something simple like braids or a bun. Nothing fancy." Sneha grinned as she grabbed a comb.

Sanjay groaned. "Oh sure, and let’s add some colorful hair bands while we’re at it."

Sneha, ignoring his sarcasm, said with a straight face, "Very funny. But if I keep stopping every few minutes to help my Rapunzel husband with his hair, we’re never going to finish these workouts."

Sanjay reluctantly agreed, though he made her promise that the hairstyle wouldn’t be too fancy and that it would be taken out immediately after the workout. Sneha happily obliged.

The next day, Sanjay sat in front of the mirror, feeling awkward as Sneha approached him with a comb. It was a strange sensation for him—he had never let anyone touch his hair before, and now his wife was about to style it. As she started combing through the knots, she scolded him playfully.

"If you can’t maintain your hair, why do you grow it so long?" she said, her tone half-teasing, half-serious.

Sanjay grumbled, "I know, I know. I just don’t know how to take care of it properly."

"Well, from now on, I’ll help you. But you have to do exactly what I say."

"Alright, alright. Just don’t turn me into your daughter," he joked, though deep down, he felt a little anxious.

As Sneha twisted his hair into a bun and secured it with a hair tie, Sanjay looked at himself in the mirror, feeling both amused and slightly embarrassed. But something about the experience intrigued him—it felt new, almost exciting in a strange way.

As the days passed, Sanjay got used to Sneha styling his hair. At first, it was just a bun for yoga, but one day, Sneha took things up a notch. After their workout, she couldn’t stop giggling as she glanced at his bun.

"What’s so funny?" Sanjay asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing," Sneha said, trying to stifle her laughter. "It’s just that… well, today I braided your bun!"

Sanjay rushed to the mirror and was shocked to see his hair in a neat braided bun. "What the—? Sneha, undo this!"

But Sneha was already behind him, placing her chin on his shoulder and gently guiding his hand to the braid. "Just touch it once, darling," she whispered, sliding her fingers over his eyelids to make him close his eyes.

Sanjay hesitated but then gave in. He ran his fingers down the thick braid, feeling the tight pleats and silky texture. It was a strange yet oddly satisfying experience. Sneha, sensing his relaxation, kissed his neck gently.

"You look adorable," she said, hugging him tightly from behind.

Sanjay felt his face flush. He had never imagined that such a simple act could stir such emotions in him. When Sneha finally let him go, he examined his braid again, almost proud of how thick and long his hair had become. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—it was both strange and oddly comforting.

Later that day, while Sanjay was sitting on the couch, casually playing with his braid, Sneha teased him again.

"Why are you keeping that silly beard? Trying to be macho?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

Sanjay frowned. "What’s wrong with my beard?"

"It pokes me when I kiss you!" Sneha laughed and added with a wink, "Maybe it’s time to let it go."

Feeling a bit annoyed, but also wanting to please his wife, Sanjay went to the bathroom and shaved off his facial hair. When he returned, Sneha beamed at him, pulling him into a kiss.

"Now that’s much better," she purred. "My sweetie looks so pretty without that scruffy beard."

Sanjay blushed at the compliment. "Pretty? I’m not supposed to be pretty!"

"Oh, but you are," Sneha said, pulling him closer. "You’re my pretty little husband." She kissed him deeply, leaving Sanjay even more flustered.

As the days went by, Sanjay found himself adapting to this new routine. His once carefree attitude towards his hair changed—he now carefully combed the ends of his braid and even started enjoying the feel of it swinging as he walked. Sneha noticed this change and couldn’t resist poking fun at him.

"You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?" she teased one evening as he absentmindedly stroked his braid.

Sanjay blushed and muttered, "It’s just… it’s different. But I like it."

Sneha smiled knowingly. "Good, because there’s more to come."

As the lockdown dragged on, Sneha’s playful teasing took on a more serious tone. One morning, she handed Sanjay a bottle of hair removal cream.

"What’s this for?" Sanjay asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

Sneha smiled sweetly. "You know what it’s for. Go on, darling, use it on your legs and arms."

Sanjay balked at the idea, but when Sneha dangled her phone with a video of him combing his braid, he knew he didn’t have much choice. Reluctantly, he followed her instructions and removed all his body hair.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, freshly smooth, Sneha was waiting with a salwar kameez, a bra, and panties.

"Seriously?" Sanjay asked, incredulous.

Sneha grinned. "Come on, it’s just for fun. I locked our phones, no pictures, I promise."

With no other option, Sanjay put on the feminine attire, feeling more embarrassed than ever. But Sneha wasn’t done yet. She sat him down and braided his hair into two pigtails, smiling mischievously the whole time.

When she turned him towards the mirror, Sanjay gasped. He looked like a schoolgirl, complete with pigtails and a traditional outfit. His heart raced, torn between humiliation and an odd sense of thrill.

Sneha, sensing his hesitation, cupped his face and kissed him gently. "You’re doing great, darling. Just play along, okay? We’re having fun."

The next few days blurred into a routine of dressing up, learning household chores, and engaging in playful banter. Sanjay found himself becoming more comfortable with his new feminine persona, even adopting the name "Sanjana" for fun. Sneha, overjoyed by the transformation, treated him like her best friend and wife.