Richa loved to go on motorbike rides with me. At times, she would even wake up before me, when I had a weekend breakfast ride. Unlike many other girls who hate two wheelers because helmet spoils their hair, Richa would herself insist on wearing a good helmet. But their was one more reason for all this. She was desperate to learn to ride one. In fact, every time we went for a ride, she would be extra nice and then would request me to teach her.
One day on her one such request, I mocked her saying, “Forget about it. I am not going go to let you ride my bike. Besides, it’s a superbike and a girl like you won’t be able to handle it. So, enough of your requests.” After that she didn’t mention riding once. Not on that ride and not on the few that followed. Until one day, she challenged me. “I can not only master riding your bike. I can clock a higher speed than you ever have.” I just started laughing and thought this is her new tactic. So I refused again. “Okay, now you are making fun of yourself. Besides, even if you could in your vague imagination, like I said, I am not going to let you touch her.”
She looked serious for a change. “Okay, not your bike. We will rent one. I will. With my money. We both will ride it on the same stretch. If anything happens to that bike, it’s on me. But the deal is, if I clock a higher speed than you do, you will not only let me ride your motorbike, but on our next 3 rides, you will be the one sitting behind. And if I am unable to do so, I will never ever ask you to teach me. I will never ride at all and will come for a ride only when you ask me to. Do we have a deal?”
I smiled thinking it was a win-win situation for me. “Yes, we do have a deal.”
That night in bed we were cuddling when I spooned behind her and she joked “Practising to sit behind on the bike already?” And she giggled.
I was irritated and just got up, went around and lied in front of her. She did something she had never done before. She starting playing with my nipples, trying to cup and squeeze and pinch and imagine I had breasts like her. I found it weird and tried to move but she pinched again.
She teased, “Tell me something, baby. Will you hug me and play with my boobs like this when you are sitting behind me on the bike? You will, right?”
Now even if it sounded fun playing with her breasts on a moving vehicle, but on a bike with me sitting behind? No! Not at all. “Stop it, will you?” I said in an irritating manner.
But she twisted that question too. “Baby, that’s what I will said when I will be riding and you will be behind cupping my breasts in the name of holding me.”
I was so irritated now that I got up to leave when she stopped me. “Okay, if you are so irritated with the entire proposition, I have another deal for you. That will immediately exempt you from the bet.”
She sat up, put her hands behind in her shirt, unhooked her bra and pulled it out from the arm hole. While I was getting other ideas thinking she is going to ask for a boob job, she threw the bra at me. “Wear it tonight. Come lie down in front of me. Let me worship your boobs. And I will never mention riding to you ever again.”
This came as a complete shock. I never imagined she would propose something like that. I threw the bra back at he and turned to leave the room when she tried to puncture my mail ego. “Are you scared that you might actually like it? I mean wearing a bra under your macho jacket and riding behind a girl as a pillion?”
I was so desperate to defeat her now that I was ready to go for the challenge ride then and there. But it was scheduled for two days later. And when the time came, she did beat me. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe it. More than that I was scared of giving her my bike to ride. After winning, she just held out her hand for the keys.
I handed over them to her and as I was about to hop on behind her, she said, “Okay, you still have one last chance. We can forget what just happened and I can be your pillion girl like always. But on just one condition.”
I waited for her to complete.
“All you need to do is take off that jacket and T-shirt. Wear the extra bra I have brought for you. You can, it’s a secluded highway. No one’s here to watch. So wear your jacket over the bra, sit behind me with both your legs on the same side like girls do and I will take you home.”
After thinking a lot, I agreed for some reason. So I went behind the bushes, took off my jacket, and took the bra. She had to help me in wearing it. But I was shocked again that she had brought probably the most feminine bra ever. Lots of lace, and shiny silk satin fabric, underwired with padded cups and it was in maroon. Then as I was about to put my T-shirt back on, I realised there was something else instead of my T-shirt. It was a camisole. I screamed from behind the bushes when she scared me.
“Well, I have the keys, you know I know how to ride and I could leave your girly-self here in the middle of nowhere. A guy in a bra or naked might get in trouble if he has to ask for help from a stranger on this road.”
I couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. I waited for her to change her mind, just in case, but then I heard the bike’s ignition and I got shit scared of where it might lead if she left me there. I just cursed myself for my mocking words and put on the camisole, again in the matching maroon. But first I thought it’s a couple of sizes smaller as it had left my midriff exposed. But then I realised it was like those crop tops. Then I reached out for my jacket I had kept there but it was gone. Now that I knew nobody else was there. So this as well must be a part of her plan only. I stepped out from behind the bushes to confront her, but it was like she was waiting for this. As the moment I emerged, I saw her phone flashing. Her smile told me she had got what she wanted. Now, all I could hope for was that she doesn’t use them to blackmail me. But then again, why would she not? I had not really been kind with my words. She put the phone back in her pocket. I could not see my jacket anywhere but there was one jacket lying on the back-seat.
Now as I got closer, she smiled like nothing had happened and said, “Hey baby, I went shopping. Look what I got for you. Surprise!!!”
I picked up the jacket and knew from the colour only that it wasn’t mine. It was not a proper riding jacket but was in a similar material and in mixed shades of maroon and black. But the moment I picked it up, I knew what the surprise really was. It was a girl’s jacket. Not only that, even this jacket was a short hem one. A crop jacket and it was barely able to hide the hem of my camisole. I knew I didn’t have an option and all I wanted was to get home asap and forget it all like a nightmare. I put on the jacket and realised it was exactly my size. The shoulders, the sleeves, everything fit well. It was like it had been tailored for a woman of exactly my built.
With the wind constantly tickling my midriff as I tried to maintain my balance with both my legs on the same side, I knew it was going to be a journey longer than it actually was. Richa kept on with her tactics. She would speed into the corners as scare the shit out of me and then suddenly brake and even drift. I was hugging her as tightly as I could. Now, she stopped just before we were about to enter the city borders again. We got down. She asked me to take off my helmet. Arguing was not going to help, so I just did as she said. She knew it was windy. She knew I wear my hair long. So, the moment I took off my helmet, the wind blew my shoulder long hair and she clicked more pictures.
As I was trying to cope up with the wind and keep my hair down, Richa was smiling. “Now, you know how it feels to be a rider girl. Give it some more time and you might as well start enjoying it.”
Now she came closer and started tying my hair into a low bun. I wanted to step back but I knew it wouldn’t help actually. She clicked another picture with my hair tied in bun. She then asked me to put it back on and she clicked more pictures. Now, nobody could know it was me inside that helmet as the visor was black. What I didn’t know was she immediately posted the helmet picture online with a caption “Anyone got a girlfriend as hot and cool at the same time?” Luckily, she didn’t tag me. But my fear was all her friends did know about us and so far she hadn’t had any girl friends who were bikers.
We rode again and now we were in the city. Everyone knows as it’s a known fact that be it a guy or a girl, biker pillions always sit with one leg on each side, like on a horse. But here I was, a boy dressed like a girl whose innerwear was peaking out of the jacket, midriff exposed and sitting with both legs to the left. As the traffic got heavier, we were moving slow giving enough time to the onlookers to stare and judge or pass comments. I was not comfortable at all, even though nobody could see my face. But I knew Richa was enjoying every bit of it. On one of the signals, there were a couple of girls on scooties smiling at us. Then there were a couple of cars and the women driving were rolling down their windows and waving or smiling. Some were even taking pictures.
Now, imagine at that very moment, Richa asked me to get down and now she offered me to ride. I was surprised and in doubt as well. That, why would she miss out on any chance of humiliating me in public considering my attire especially. However, I took control of the handle and she hopped on behind just like she was supposed to, one leg on each side. I was kind of relieved as well thinking that I could just speed home now. But a woman in control has every button at the tip of her fingers. Just when the signal was about to turn green, she hugged me from behind, but it wasn’t a pillion hug which people use to avoid falling. First she tickled my exposed waistline and I almost got aroused and then both her hands cupped my imaginary breasts.
I know she even looked at the other girls on the signal and fondled with my imaginary breasts. It was so embarrassing that I just sped off the moment the light turned green and I knew there was a cunning, evil smile inside her helmet visor, probably even biting her lips. We were on the road on a bike and she was making me feel like we were in bed. It was too hard for me to focus on the road. I didn’t want to meet an accident to be later discovered by the hospital people as a boy dressed like a girl. I just wanted to get home.
After a similar kind of teasing and humiliation at various signals on the way, we finally reached home. The minute we got inside, I felt like screaming at her but she had enough evidence on her phone that could flip my life on its head. So, I stayed calm, took off my helmet and jacket and as I dropped it on the couch, Richa hugged me from behind again and she began her assault. During the process as I was out of my pants, she even put me in her panties. She then dragged me to the dressing table and put matching maroon lipstick on me. Then she put my feet in her 4 inch maroon heels. By now, the smell of her lipstick on my own lips, her assault on them while her hands were constantly playing with my satin clad nipples, her spanking my panty butts in between, all of it was actually sending me into a trance. Before I knew, it was arousing me.
I let it continue as I couldn’t just stop it. It seemed out of my control. She was on top of me and she made love to me, like I was the girl and she was the man. It was an intense and very different kind of a make out session. Luckily, she didn’t pick it up but if she had asked, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to lie that it was very satisfying. We were at her place. So when we were done, she threw a nighty at me for me to put on. She kept on throwing flying kisses at me and pointing towards the phone as a warning. I knew I had to wear it. So I put her maroon-floor-length-satin-silk nighty on and just slid under the sheets. Just as I was expecting, she slipped in behind me and spooned. Now, she repeated what exactly she did and said the other night. She started cupping my imaginary breasts and continued playing with them. I tried hard but she won’t let me sleep.
She teased, “I really enjoyed hugging my girl friend on the bike today. I hope she enjoyed being my pillion too.” As I didn’t respond, she squeezed harder and I moaned which almost sounded like a yes to her. “Well, I knew it. So, I have planned another surprise for you tomorrow morning.”
I closed my eyes and tried to forget it all like a nightmare, but I knew she won’t let me. It was all a reality, it was happening and it was going to continue. But what really swept me happened in the morning. I woke up with the sound of someone moaning. I opened my eyes to see that it was me. I was moaning in the video she had filmed during one of my week moments last night. She had quietly and cleverly placed her phone in a corner with the camera on. There I was on the screen. The big one. Yes, she had paired the phone with her smart TV and I was seeing myself dressed like a girl being made love to by my own girl friend in her bed. Not just that, from what it looked like, I enjoyed it. As underneath her, I was clutching the bed sheet as she pressed and bit my nipples. I was biting my lips as I orgasmed again and again. My lipstick was smudged. But now when I looked in the mirror by the bedside, I saw that my lipstick was absolutely intact. As if it was refreshed after the love making. I realised I was even wearing matching glass bangles now. I was so lost in myself that I didn’t realise when Richa walked in with a tray full of breakfast. She cleared her throat and announced herself.
“Morning, princess!” she teased.
Now, as she fed me breakfast, I was told about the day’s plan.
“Today, we are going on a ride again. But a different one. Don’t worry, I won’t humiliate you like yesterday in public.”
I was still waiting for the real announcement.
“Just that after how you carried yourself yesterday and how you responded in bed, I thought I will let you be my girlfriend for another day. But today, we are just gonna go to a temple and then come back and relax at home, watch a movie maybe.”
I wanted to say something, but she cut me very smartly. She replayed the video with the volume as high as possible so she won’t even hear me.
“Oh look, how sexy you were last night, my gorgeous princess.” Then she took the tray away, threw me a towel and pushed me inside the bathroom. “Go take bath. The tub has been set for my princess. And while you take a relaxing bath, I will arrange some clothes for you.”
In the bath, I knew what was her plan really as I could feel my skin getting softer under water and my so called body fuzz came off every time I scrubbed. So, hairless and humiliated, I stepped out with the towel around my waist and my jaw dropped. There on the bed was a solid pink satin salwar kameez suit, dupatta, bangles, anklets and everything.
Now, just like a mother puts on a funny video or music to distract her kid while she feeds him, Richa played the video again and while she was at it, she kept on whispering keywords like girl, princess, sexy, gorgeous, girl friend in my ears. She took her chance to play with or tease my nipples too, like it was an unintentional touch that just happened as she got me dressed. Soon, I was ready with not so loud make-up. Just a thick coat of satin pink lipstick, some eye shadow, mascara, fake long eyelashes, just enough kajal and a pink round bindi on the forehead. A pearl necklace adorned my neck, clip on pearl earrings and pink glass bangles in both the hands and lots of them. She then painted my hand and toe nails in the same pink. She tied my hair in a bun again and put a pink rose in it too. A pink bra, pink panties, and the suit with a solid pink chiffon dupatta. It was like I was a walking talking pink candy. My bra cups were filled with breast forms that I didn’t even know when she bought. My feet were encased in mojris that had silver wire work on top. Heavy silver anklets with little pink stones embraced my ankles and sang with every step.
Richa took the dupatta and pinned it on my head and after giving it one twist around the neck, the rest was draped around my shoulders like shawl. I looked in the mirror and I was a perfect model of a religious Hindu girl who was ready to go to the temple to offer prayers. What I didn’t realise while I was checking myself out was that Richa on the other hand had intentionally worn a unisex but almost gents’ white kurta pyjama. So I was the girl friend again. I was about to cry when she came closer and hugged me.
“It’s okay, baby. I am with you. I will protect you, love you and always pamper you.”
For some unknown reason, I didn’t say anything. She dabbed under my eyes, to make sure the tears don’t spoil my makeup. She put her arm into mine and walked me out. Just then I realised I had not taken any money and I told her. She smiled, took out her wallet which was actually mine. She took out a note of Rs. 100 and when I held out my hand, she instead herself tucked it in my bra. I was embarrassed and immediately looked around to see if anybody saw. Thankfully, there weren’t many people out there, as it was a Sunday morning. She then took my hand and we walked to the parking where she pointed at our new ride. It was a scooty. She put in the keys, turned on the ignition and gestured me to hop on. I was about to sit with one leg on each side, when she stopped me.
“Don’t be silly. Sit properly, baby. Just like you girls do. Both legs on the same side. You don’t want people to doubt you are a boy, do you?” I thought she was actually right. So, I sat like a girl resting both my hands on Richa‘s shoulders when she took one hand of mine and put it around her waist. “Now, that’s like my girl.”
The ride was slow and steady as compared to the previous day. Outside the temple, there was a booth to take token for prasaad. RIcha again gestured me to get in line, the ladies one. Without saying anything, scared of getting caught, I put my finger inside my bra and handed the money to the man at the counter. I had never imagined one day I would be taking out money like that to pay. The act did something to me. It was all messing up with my mind. Then I got in the line where the token had to be submitted and the prasaad to be collected. While doing so, the man’s hand touched mine and felt a shiver again. Inside the temple, when the priest asked us for our names, Richa introduced me as Richa. We offered the prasaad to the goddess and took our share of blessing in the form of the prasaad returned by the priest. When we were stepping down the temple staircase, there were some beggar kids sitting along the wall. They came running to me saying “Didi didi, prasaad do na.” (Sister, please give us the prasaad too). Richa giggled and I was shy. But just when we were leaving, Richa pulled me back inside the temple.
Back in front of the goddess, she looked at me and asked, “Do you love me? Will you marry me?”
I felt even though the last two days had been very different from normal, she did really love me. I smiled and said yes. Richa then looked at the priest who handed her the bowl of sindoor (vermillion) that was kept by the goddess’ feet. Now, knowing that I was actually a boy, my hand automatically went for the sindoor when Richa pulled it away, instead, she took a pinch of it and before I could react, she put in my hair partition. I couldn’t say anything to her there, but she could see that I was shocked. Anyway, she gestured and just for the culture’s sake, we both turned to the priest and touched his feet to take blessings. The priest placed his hand on my head and blessed me. “Sada suhaagan raho, beti.” (May your husband live long).
I needed some time to comprehend and digest what had just happened. So I walked towards a corner, where there was a woman, who was also there to offer her prayers. She was carrying her baby on her right shoulder and her plate full of offerings in the left hand. She asked me for help and as I reached out to hold her plate, she instead requested me to hold her baby for a while. “Didi, plate main dekh lungi. Aap please isko sambhaal lo do minute.” (Sister, I will take care of the plate if you could please hold my baby for a moment). I couldn’t say no and took her baby who was asleep. So she quietly handed me the baby and I also let the baby rest on my shoulder. Before I knew, Richa clicked my picture carrying the baby and caressing him. A moment later, the lady returned and took her baby. As we started walking out of the temple, Richa said, “I think you will make a lovely mother.” Now, after all I had experienced in the last two days, this moment just pushed me off the edge and I started crying. Richa hugged me tight and took me out. I once again sat behind like a lady on the scooty and we rode back home.
