My girlfriend and I, both happen to be movie buffs. But because of her tight schedule, we had not watched a movie for almost 6 months. Until last Friday, we got time to watch an English movie, that too the one we had been waiting for. Now, since the movie was to go off the screens the following week, it also was a quiet theatre with very few people in the hall.
So, we were all set and we both decided to meet directly at the multiplex. In the parking lot, I just took out the tickets to see which hall we are in and I stopped in my tracks. I noticed that by mistake I had booked tickets to an exclusively-for-women show. Just then, my phone rang and it was her. She was shouting as we were late. I went inside and told her the problem. She took a peek into the movie hall and saw that there only a few women in there. She came out, looked at me for a second and then pulled me towards the restrooms. Before I could react or say anything, she took me inside the one for women and into one of the stalls. She dropped the seat, pushed me down on it and opened her purse. Took a pause and said, “Good that you shaved today!” I was still confused. But the moment she took out her kaajal, I knew what was coming. But instead of getting up, I froze. She painted my eyes with liner and mascara. Then she applied a thick coat of her red lipstick and a bindi on my forehead. Now she quickly brushed my hair which I am used to keeping long and open but not neat or combed. But she straightened them with her brush as much as she could and created a centre partition and put several pins on the sides. Then she pulled some strands and made them cover my forehead like temporary fringes.
“You can do without earrings. Your ears are covered by your hair.” Then she saw my hands and took out my wristband and watch and replaced them with her own bangles, six in each hand. She took her silk red scarf and then draped around my neck in a very feminine style. “I don’t have a spare blouse for you right now.” My jaw was open wide at the word “blouse”. She bit her nail for a second and then started pulling my shirt out of my jeans. She opened a few buttons from the bottom and made a knot. Finally, she took out a locket from her purse with a heart-shaped pendant and put it around my neck.
I still hadn’t said a word. She pulled me out of the stall and we ran towards the movie hall. She got the ticket scanned while pushing me towards the door of the hall. That’s when I panicked and I was about to run outside. But was stopped by her. She just pushed me back into the door pressing it open and said, “Come on, sis! We are super late!” Since the hall was almost vacant, instead of the centre seats we had specially booked, we took the ones behind in the corner. Until half time, I could not concentrate in the fear of getting caught. Every time the canteen guys would walk into deliver someone’s food on seat, I would just cover my face with the scarf. Then as the lights came on during intermission, my girl friend saw me scared and trying to hide my face. She held my face from my chin and before I knew she was kissing me. I couldn’t look around but I am sure we must have got everyone’s attention. She kept on kissing me. Her tongue now probing hard as I received it. We had kissed hundreds of times before but this surely was a strange feeling. Her lipstick clad lips against my lipstick clad lips. Soon I was into it. The lights went off as the movie resumed. Our lips parted but our hands didn’t.
Now I had absolutely no clue what was happening on the screen. The second part continued and her hand would come around from behind to the left of my chest every now and then. She would play with and squeeze as if I was the girl and each time I complained, her right hand pulled my face closer and she would start kissing me again in the same fashion. When the movie was approaching its climax, she started opening my shirt buttons and then opened hers too. Soon my hands were fondling with her breasts too. I was in a sensory overload and whatever happened next I couldn’t just register. All I remember is the movie ended, the lights came on and we came out.
Now I was getting a few stares from the people around as we walked towards the car park. My hand went for the keys in my pocket but they were missing. I heard some jingling sound from behind. When I turned, I saw the keys hanging in front of my face. She had them. No idea when she took them out of my pocket though. I reached out and she pulled her hand away. She went around, opened the co-passenger door and held it open like it was a signal for me to get in. I knew was not going to back out, so I got in. She drove and almost halfway down, she stopped the car. Turned off the lights, unhooked the seatbelts. Looked at me and went for my buttons again. While I should have noticed earlier but it was only now that I realised. I was wearing her blouse. I froze again. She stopped unbuttoning, pulled her purse from behind and took out her lipstick again. “Show me those juicy lips again, beautiful!” I wanted to say no but I was pouting. She gave my lips a few more coats and didn’t even care to cap the lipstick. She dropped it and jumped with her hands over my imaginary breasts, lips on my lips and tongue deep in my mouth.
I don’t know how long we were there, but it seemed like eternity and it was all about her. As all my protests were ignored, my screams were suppressed and responses rejected. I was just supposed to let whatever was happening go on. When she was done, I was so exhausted that, I didn’t even try to clean up. I passed out because of the exertion and when I woke up, we were in her car park. The door on my side was open. She was kneeling in front of me. But as my senses were coming back very slowly, I soon realized she was not actually kneeling in front of me, but she was actually tidying me up. My hair were now being held by her scrunchie. I could feel they had been pulled back tightly. But my head was still covered with her scarf. My lips were sticky. That’s when I got a glimpse of myself in the rear view on my side. She had freshened up my lipstick. And not just that, I was now also wearing eye liner. When I touched my face, the bangles came into the view. I knew I was wearing them since the cinema, but it also felt like I was now wearing more of them. I saw her hands and I knew why.
As she gave me a hand, I got out of the car and she put her purse on my shoulder. She led me to the lobby. By the time, we entered the elevator, I was completely in my senses. Inside, I got to see my complete self in the reflective walls of the elevator. And it then struck me again, that I was still wearing her blouse. I wanted to stop the elevator and my hand went for the switch but I was late. We were there on her floor. In fact, we were inside her apartment already. It was a private elevator that opened right in the lobby. Still, before I could turn around and run, her two room-mates had stood up to greet me already. They both gave me a very girly hug while kissing in the air with their cheeks against my cheeks. Now just when I was hoping she doesn’t introduce me as her boyfriend, she did. And all I could do was look at my feet in embarrassment. Instead of mockery and humiliation, what I got was an even better reception as one of her roomies said, “I think we just got our fourth roomie. So we should take off that ‘looking for a roomie’ poster from outside the building.” One of them showed me her bathroom and offered me to freshen up.
I was trying to gather what was happening to me. I stood at the bathroom entrance thinking how in just a few hours I became my girlfriend’s girlfriend and roomie, all because of a stupid mistake. It couldn’t be just for the ticket, or was it? I was thinking all this when this girl pushed me inside and not only opened, combed and redid my hair but also started giving me a thorough make-up as if I was not wearing any already. To the extent that she also added a bow headband to my hair and an even thicker coat of lipstick. I started to turn around when she got hold of my wrist. She took the scarf and put it almost like a dupatta on my shoulders. And then took off her own pearl necklace and tied it around my neck. Then she brought me out to the living room by pulling at my wrist.
My girlfriend and the other roomie couldn’t believe their eyes. She held her face with her jaw dropping awe as if they had seen someone from outer space. She then ran towards me and started kissing me right on the lips then and there. It was a long passionate kiss, with me once again giving way to her tongue. This time one of the girls cleared her throat and that’s what brought my girlfriend to her senses. She pulled herself back, stared at my newly made up face, checked me out from head to toe and then pulled me to her own bedroom. She closed the door and went straight for the cupboard. She threw several items on the bed before she put aside a few – a long kurti, a Patiala salwar, matching dupatta, a camisole with inbuilt bra and its matching panties.
Then she kept the rest back in the cupboard, closed it and looked at me with a smirk on her face. I almost screamed, “No! Please! No! You can’t! I can’t! This is! Too much! Too far! Please! I can’t! You can’t!” My nervousness, my anxiety and embarrassment, it was all evident not only by those words but also by the fear on my face. She held my face in her hands. “Look, the entire building lobby and the parking space has CCTV cameras. My father is very serious about guys not allowed in here. If he finds a boy leaving, he is gonna be really mad and I will be grounded. Which I can’t let happen.” I reasoned. “Then let me leave as such. I will reach my place and change there.” She covered the door sensing that I was reaching for it. “You want to leave? Fine. But just keep one thing in mind. My father checks the evening footage every day. You have come here for the first time. If he sees you in there, he will definitely ask to see you once. Now, if you are ready to meet him as a girl, I will drop you home right now. You take these clothes along and come back tomorrow completely dressed. I will pick you up in the morning and also help you with make-up.” She knew I wasn’t going to say yes to any of that. “But if you just want this all to stay between us, you do as we say and I will personally go and delete the footage once you leave. Or I will somehow make sure that my father doesn’t ask about you at all. But you know the price. Just one girls night, tonight.”
I submitted and was soon standing in front of her, in the pink camisole and panties. Then came on the salwar kameez. The kameez or kurti was pink in colour while the salwar was in green. Inside the cups of the camisole, cotton balls were added. I was given anklets to wear. For the shoes, I was given pink satin pumps with my now freshly painted pink toes looking out. The glass bangles in the both the hands were also joined by two heavy gold bangles each. The make-up was redone completely, starting from foundation. Was given blush pink cheeks, shiny green and pink eye shadow, liner was thickened further and the lips were now painted bright and glossy luscious pink. My hair were combed some 500 times before extensions were added to make a thick round bun. A mesh cover and a pink rose then decorated it. The partition went right through the centre which was filled with a long stroke of vermilion right from the front to the back where it ended just above the bun. A maang-tika was placed over it. To the sides of which chains were attached which were further connected to faux gold clip-on earrings. She very much wanted to pierce my ears and nose but my tears and the thought of resulting make-up damage stopped her. So, next came a couple of gold chains followed by a heavy gold necklace. A huge round pink bindi was placed on my forehead. Then came the final touch. The dupatta. The dupatta was coloured in shades of both pink and green and was heavily laced around the edges. First it was placed on my shoulders with both the ends falling behind over each shoulder. While one end was pinned to the shoulder, the other was pulled a little more, taken up, tucked in the bun and secured with a pin. I was then given a purse that hung from my right shoulder and I was brought out into the living room where the roomies were excitingly waiting for us. They saw me and jumped. They gave me several hugs, took me into a huddle, made me pout with them and took several selfies before they had me sit between them as we watched daily soaps.
It was late, but even though I was sleepy, we were all up. In an hour or so, I had just got comfortable with my appearance in their presence when the doorbell rang. I wanted to get up and hide, but both the girls had their arms entangled with mine. My girlfriend got up and answered the door. It was her mom. There was no sign of her dad though. That moment, I wished that the floor opens and engulfs me but, there she was. Standing and staring at this stranger girl in her daughter’s living room. I never thought I would ever want to be introduced to someone as a girl but here I was all dolled up not being able to collect the courage to look back. But what surprised me, in fact shocked me, was what she asked. “Who is this girl lounging around in my salwar kameez at 12 in the night at my daughter’s place?” My girlfriend just looked at me, smiled, looked back at her mom and said as I was keeping my fingers crossed. “Mom, that’s your son-in-law.”
So there I was, standing in front of my mother-in-law, but dressed like a girl. My girlfriend who was standing just behind her indicated me to touch her feet. Just as I bent down, my dupatta slipped off my head. Mother-in-law adjusted my dupatta and said, “you need to take care of it yourself.” Then she took my dupatta and fixed it on my head with an extra pin, that she took out from her hair. Now she took off one of her gold bangles and put it on my wrist. As she was putting the bangle on my wrist, she said, “If you had met me like a son-in-law, I would have given you something else. But since you have met me like a daughter-in-law, the Shagun will also be according to that. By the way, the bangle suits you well, looks beautiful on your wrist.” She pulled me by my hand saying, “My daughter-in-law will sleep with me tonight. You people also go to bed now. It’s time.” The girls started laughing loudly.
Inside the room when I was about to go to bed, mother-in-law said, “Aren’t you going to change before going to bed?” Before I could say anything she said, “Wait, I will get you something comfortable.” She got up, opened the closet, took out a satin pink nightie and gave it to me. I stood there looking shockingly at the nightie in my hand. She noticed and said teasingly, “What happened, sweety? You didn’t like the shade?” She was not letting any chance of embarrassing me slip away. I went inside the bathroom and changed into the nightie, when suddenly I heard a knock at the door. “Don’t take off that jewellery. It will be inauspicious to take it off so early.” I came out wearing the nightie and all the jewellery. She kissed me on my forehead and said, “Sleep now. We have to get up at 5.” My expression must have given away my curiosity. So she replied, “Silly girl, it’s Karva Chauth tomorrow. We have to be ready and back from the temple to eat the Sargi, all before the Sun is out.” My eyes were wide open to hear all that. “Why do you look so surprised, my dear daughter-in-law? I couldn’t wait and I just ran here the moment I got to know that my daughter-in-law is home. I mean, how could I miss the opportunity of celebrating my daughter-in-law’s first Karva Chauth with her?”
Then she turned to her cupboard again and took out something else. It was a red silk saree with golden borders. She hung it on a hook on my side of the bed and said, “I know it looks a little old fashioned. But it’s perfect for this festival. So, you just sleep now. I have set the alarm. For 4 O’clock. First I will help my lovely and gorgeous daughter-in-law get ready and then I will get ready myself. God, I can’t wait. Am so happy!” She then came and lied down next to me, hit the night lamp switch on her side and said, “Leave yours on, sweetheart. I would like to adore my beautiful daughter decked in her jewellery for a while before I fall asleep. OK, I know this is too much for you. But let me make it up to you. Once, we are done with the morning Karva Chauth rituals, I will take my daughter-in-law out for some saree and jewellery shopping. It’s not fair for my daughter-in-law to have just one saree and that too an old fashioned one. And she definitely deserves her own jewellery, not only something that’s just passed on.” Her hand was stroking my cheek and my earrings, while she was saying all this. Soon, we were both asleep.
The next thing I know is I was getting married dressed in a heavy maroon bridal lehenga. My girlfriend who was now my husband was tying mangalsutra around my neck. The very next moment, she was kissing me passionately and full on the lips and I opened my eyes to find myself on our flower decorated bed and my husband making love to me. My glass bangles are breaking one after the other under my husband’s tight grip as he is taking me. Suddenly, we were in a heavily decorated house. Guests and gifts all around me. I am again dressed in bridal clothes. And my lap is filled with gifts. Women are giving me blessings that I be blessed with a son. It was my baby shower. My mother-in-law took my face in her hands and kissed me. That’s when I woke up. I was up and shy and embarrassed, all at the same time. My mother-in-law stood in front of me wondering why I was smiling while sleeping. And I was obviously shy to tell her that I just saw my future. She was asking me to get up all this while but I was somewhere in the middle of the dream and the real world. All I could finally hear her say while she had me up on my feet was, “Happy first Karva Chauth to my lovely daughter-in-law. Let’s get you ready, beautiful.” She kissed me on my forehead and pushed me inside the bathroom, handing me a set of satin panties and bra in the same red as my saree. Wait! Is it already ‘my’ saree?
I stepped out in a while wearing the panties only. And I had my towel wrapped around my waist. The bra was still in my hands. Mother-in-law laughed. “I see my daughter in law still can’t hook her bra by herself.” Before I could say anything, she came closer and showed me the trick – Tie it towards the front, then twist it around and then pull the straps over your shoulders. Then she produced a plate which had two big dough balls of wheat flour. Mother-in-law smirked and I went pink. She took the dough balls, carefully inserted them in each of my bra cups and then she pressed them using her palms. It was an awkward moment and I closed my eyes. It suddenly felt like I was actually a girl and my own mother-in-law was pressing my breasts and seducing me. She gave me a gentle slap, so I open my eyes. I realised she was holding a red blouse that had its hooks in the back and therefore had to be worn from the front.
With each step, I wanted to back off but I was in a kind of hypnotism. I put my arms in the sleeves that were of almost three quarter length. I turned around and mother-in-law closed the hooks. And just when she announced it done, I realised that it fit like it was stitched for me only. No odd bulges, no wrinkles, nothing. I also realised that the neck was deep cut and was revealing just the top of my bra cups. Mother-in-law then used some makeup to match the colour of my dough breasts to my actual skin colour. A smile of satisfaction came on her lips. She then looked at my towel and pulled it shouting “You would wet your panties already. I have only one in this colour.” Though I wasn’t aroused, there was a certain sensation I could feel and maybe that caused a slight erection down there which I suddenly tried to hide with my hands. Mother-in-law laughed. “I really think you are enjoying it even if you keep denying. But relax. Nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, it’s time for your petticoat.”
She produced the red inner skirt and I stepped in as she brought it up to my waist but then dropped it a little to uncover my belly button. She then tied it as tight as possible and I almost screamed with discomfort. “I hope my real daughter was half as girly as you. She has been such a tomboy, thanks to her father. I missed having a daughter all these years. But thanks to the only good choice my daughter has ever made, I won’t miss having a daughter by my side anymore. I promise I will love and pamper you more than her.”
It seemed she was now in an unstoppable flow of emotions and she kept on dressing me as she talked. My nails had been filed the previous night only. So she just removed the old paint and painted them afresh in deep red. As my hands were drying, she took out what looked like two cones. I almost pulled my leg back as I saw what it was but she held it tight and gave me a stern look. She started putting mehndi on my legs and feet. By the time she was done with that, my hands had dried and she now started putting mehndi on my hands and arms. On the legs, she had made the design starting from my knees to the toes and on the arms from the finger tips to the elbows.
Now I was not even in the position to move. Before I knew, mother-in-law took a few pictures on her phone saying “To make sure that my daughter in law obeys me.” She then started making up my face and I obviously couldn’t move an inch. She trimmed my eyebrows and gave them a proper arch. Thick coat of eye liner with a long stroke to enhance the eyes. Mascara to bring out my lashes that are otherwise weirdly long for a guy. Eye shadow in dual tones of gold and red. Since my skin is kind of pale, she gave me a thick makeup. My cheek bones were now pronounced and beaming red. My lips were made too creamy with three generous coats of red lipstick and with a protective coat of wax. It was literally becoming an effort to keep my lips apart as they felt like joined with glue.
She suddenly stepped back and picked up her phone from a table. I thought time for more pictures. But she looked at the screen, smiled and turned it towards me. I was shocked. She had actually put it there with the camera on and it was recording my complete transformation. She then smiled and clicked more pictures. But to my surprise, this time she uploaded a few. I shouted, almost cried. She started laughing instead and dabbed my eyes to avoid any damage to the makeup. That’s when she showed me her phone. She had actually cropped the pictures and none of them had my complete face. Somewhere just the arms or the hands, hands covering the face, feet, lips, eyes and more. But nowhere my complete face, thankfully. She only uploaded them to flaunt her mehndi and makeup skills. But what scared me was the fact that she had already received comments like “Wow! Looks like a bride in the making. Do post the full pictures once she is ready.”
She ignored my nervousness completely and now she casually pulled out a piercing gun from the drawer. All she had to do to make me comply was saying “You know I have the pictures. And my daughter does too. Right. So I can let the world know that this was your fantasy deep down and we just helped you live it and express it or you can let me do what I am doing and I promise this will stay between us.” I kept staring at her scared. She then raised the gun and I just closed my eyes. I was now trying so damn hard to control and ignore my actual emotions that I didn’t even flinch when the piercing gun punched my earlobes. What came next was even more painful but I had kind of determined not to scream. She cleaned my ears with an antiseptic, and without waiting, handed me heavy golden hoops and asked me to wear them myself. I bit my lips, clutched my teeth but I didn’t let a tear flow down my cheeks or a scream escape my throat as I struggled and felt the pain.
None of the girls in the house had seen me till now. They were not even up as it was still early morning and they were late risers. Mother-in-law now checked my nose. Now I was very scared. Even ready to scream to keep her from doing it. Not because of the upcoming pain but the embarrassment of hiding the nose piercing later out in the world. I could explain the ears as it’s a normal thing for guys these days but not the nose. I was at the edge of the chair. Ready to run or scream or whatever it takes.
But then came her dialogue. “The door is locked. You can’t run. Scream and the girls will be here anytime. And seeing you have come so far, they might want to do a lot of other things.” Saying this, she teased my belly button with the piercing gun. And then she gave me a choice. “OK let’s do one thing. I will not pierce your nose. But then I will pierce your naval. Well, I think you are slim, have a beautiful belly button. It will look cuter there.” And she showed me a belly ring that had a pendant sort of a thing hanging from it with words “Princess”. She continued. “Plus then I also can’t guarantee not posting the final pictures online. I mean you know I am a beautician and I think your pictures will really boost my business. Right now most of my clients are women. Maybe I start receiving some trans customers too. So yes, let’s go with the naval piercing. I agree.”
I couldn’t utter a word but I shook my head hard. I then gathered all my courage and turned my face to show her my nostril. She then smiled and placed the gun saying, “As you wish, my dear daughter in law.” And she punched. This time I did scream but it was pressed by her laughter. She then did the same procedure with the nostril and gave me a giant nose ring to wear. Almost the size of a bangle. Maybe she was enjoying it as I struggled to wear it myself and hurting myself more. It had two emerald stones hanging just in front of my upper lip. So whenever I tried to talk or move my lips, they would brush and tickle and make their presence felt.
She then announced that it wad time for my hair. She combed my hair several times and then produced several lengths of hair extensions. Which were then pinned to my own shoulder length hair. A centre partition was created. The entire length at the back was then styled and tied into a heavy bun which was then covered with a golden net and secured with stone studded pins and clips. A maang-tikka was placed in the partition. A gold chain was connected from the nose ring to the hair behind my ears. A heavy gold necklace came next. Two boxes of red glass bangles were opened. Now my arms were sporting 12 of them each. Several golden rings in my fingers and a few on the toes. Heavily studded golden anklets that made too much noise in sync with the glass bangles.
Suddenly I realised that I was now sitting like a docile bride who is getting ready for her husband. After all the jewellery it was now time for the saree. It was extremely ornate and heavy and was in pure silk. Mother-in-law not only just helped me wear it but she made me wear it a few times before I myself knew how to make the pleats and how to correctly place and pin the pallu. It took me about 10 rounds before I finally wore it perfectly all by myself. But that’s when I realised why she insisted on teaching me how to. I looked up and there she was. Again filming me. But this time she had a proof I could not even defend. Because there was on her camera getting ready for my first Karwachauth, wearing the saree myself. Not only that she had recorded me wearing the earrings and the nose ring also by myself. I knew I was tricked and very smartly.
I dropped my head. She gave me heels to wear. They were about 4″ and I was in a saree first time in my life. She asked me to wear them myself and enjoyed a lot as I struggled because of the saree, the bangles, the earrings, necklace, anklets and everything I was wearing including the tight bra and the things inserted. I finally managed to strap the heels and get up by myself. All my mother-in-law said was this. “Back arched in a little, head straight, chin parallel to the ground, one foot in front of the other, lift your saree off the floor a little with your fingers and take short strides or you will experience the worst fall of your life.”
Just when she opened the door, I was in shock. The room was filled with ladies. All heavily dressed but not as much as I was. Clearly I was the only new bride there. I couldn’t move. My feet froze. And I couldn’t even turn around in the fear of tripping on my own saree. That’s when I saw my girl friend, who was actually now dressed like my husband coming down. Wait, my husband??? That’s when I realised she was wearing a typical men’s three piece suit.
I kept standing like a statue. As she came closer, my mother-in-law produced a box of sindoor. She took a pinch and put it in my hair partition in a long stroke from front to back. Then my mother-in-law took out a mangalsutra and gave it to my girlfriend and now husband. She tied it around my neck. That’s when all the ladies in the room started clapping. My mother-in-law pushed my back so as to make me bend and touch my husband’s feet to take his blessings. As I did so, my husband helped me up from my shoulders and right there, kissed me hard on my lips. The ladies clapped even harder. My saree pallu was then draped around my head and I was asked to keep it like that my holding the end if the pallu with my finger tips.
The ladies were sitting in a group on the carpet in the living room. I wad taken there by one of them and made to sit on the carpet like them. The friends of my husband then came with a large pooja thaali and placed it on my lap. I was given a small bowl of rice pudding to eat and then I was told that since it was my Karwachauth fast, I am not supposed to eat my next meal before the moon is out at night. That too only after worshipping the moon god and my god like husband who will feed me the first bite to complete the fast.
My husband then left with his friends and I became a part of the ladies’ pooja group. We went to the temple where the pujari blessed me to be a good wife and a mother. After that we sang bhajans and danced and had fun. I also accompanied my mother-in-law and some other ladies to the market where my mother-in-law bought me some gifts – a few nighties, a couple of sarees and salwar kameez suits, plus some skirts and tops too.
By the time we were done shopping, the moon showed up. We came back home. We all gathered in the society park where I and the other wives along with our husbands did the Karwachauth pooja, made our offerings to the moon god and we all wives took the blessings of our husbands once again wishing for their long life. We then had dinner and came back home.
Mother-in-law took me inside to change. She smiled as my hands automatically went for the bag of nighties she had bought me but she stopped me and handed me another bag. I opened it and saw that it was the one with skirts, blouses and tops. I was lost in the visual when mother-in-law took out an A-line navy blue skirt with pink flowers printed and a satin blouse in the same pink with long bishop sleeves, a sweetheart neck, puffed shoulders and a knotted hem. Along she handed me satin navy blue pumps, a pearl necklace with pearly hoops and a pearl drop nose ring. There was also a fresh pair of panties and bra in a similar pink. And there were also fishnet stockings. Mother-in-law closed the room door and said while leaving, “Knock when you are ready.”
The challenge was not to wear those things. The challenge was to undress. It took me about an hour to get ready and I knocked when I was. This time it was my husband’s friends. They not only taught me how to take the makeup off but also applied the fresh one in sync with my new outfit. The bangles, the sindoor and the mangalsutra were retained saying that they were the symbol of me now being married. And I have to wear them for at least a year. I was then given a handbag with all the makeup to touch-up and other essentials. Once again, several pictures were taken. This time in different girly and fashion model like poses. I was finally taken out of the house and left alone in the driveway.
Just as I was wondering, I saw my husband coming on a motorbike. Wait, that was my girl friend. And she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She could see my confusion, my nervousness, my anxiety but instead of addressing any of it, and ignoring the fact that I wished it was a car, she gestured me to hop on. Now I knew why was I given a skirt. As I sat with both my legs to the left, keeping one hand on her shoulder and the other on my lap, she put the bike in gear and we left. On the way, she applied brakes several times and without any reason. Until I sat hugging her from behind. Then she suddenly stopped the bike under a secluded lamp post and asked me to get down. She got down too, put the motorbike on the centre stand and now had me sit on it. And then she started kissing me, and playing with my breasts and rubbing her hands on my inner thighs and my bum. Her love was violent. I was about to cum when she stopped. She then smiled, took my handbag, took out the make-up, and gave me a touch-up.
We sat on the motorbike again and when we started, I realised it was the same spot as the other movie night. We finally reached our destination – the movie theatre. She handed me the tickets and went to the restroom. I looked at the tickets and realised they were for yet another exclusively-for-ladies show. I was still looking back at the incidents of the past two days when I felt being pushed inside the hall. She had taken corner seats. The movie started and so did our love making with once again I playing the girl part.
