Chamayavilakku: Day 2

(Part 2 of the Chamayavilakku story. I know its a bit idiotic to post a story about it after more than 3 months but... well here you go.)

It was a rainy day in Chennai. Inside the IIT campus, Karthik's roommates had gone back home as it was the Christmas holidays. His parents were on a business trip to Florida, so he had no other choice but to stay behind.
He was on cloud nine. He had spent his summer holidays as a girl as he had done so every single day from the age of 11. But ever since he came back after the holidays, he missed his girl life. Today was his chance to strike. The hostel corridors were deserted. There was no one in his hostel block except for a few nerds two floors below.

Karthik opened the cupboard and felt above the door frame for a tiny key. He found it and opened a little suitcase which was hidden away from his roommates under his bed. He opened it and his heart skipped with pleasure. After six months of hell in pants and shirts he finally felt the soft heavenly feel of a half saree. It was red in colour, with a black blouse and pavada. It was one of his most favourite dresses. Underneath the dress, was a simple necklace, earrings, a pair of bangles, a small sheet of bindis, a bra, kajal, mascara, toner, lipstick and makeup remover. Karthik didn't bring panties as he felt they were unnecessary. His hair wasn't a problem either since it was at shoulder length.

Karthik locked the room door and stripped off his clothes except for his underwear and wore his garments. He thanked the gods that nobody would be able to see through the windows as they were made of frosted glass. He loved being dressed as a girl. Half sarees shared an intimate connection with his soul more than male clothes ever did. After he wore his dress and perfected the dhavani, he went inside the bathroom. He brushed the toner powder until his face was quite smooth and perfected his eyes with the kajal and mascara. He painted his lips with a light shade of red. He wore the necklace, earrings and bangles and pasted a little red bindi in between his eyebrows. He liked to look simple. And he was looking beautiful after six months. He rubbed his ample breasts in happiness.

He went out of the bathroom. It was still raining heavily. Even though it was just 12:00 in the afternoon, the sky looked like it was six in the evening. He sat on his bed, wondering what to do while suddenly....

"What? I can't hear you properly! The book is in the cupboard? Wait. The room door is locked. Yeah, yeah, I know. I know that you gave me the key. One sec..."

And the door opened. Karthik was frozen in fear and shock, staring directly at the eyes of the rain drenched Kishore.

Kishore was one of the non-nerds in the IIT campus. He was in the EEE Department while Karthik and his roommates were in CSE. One of Karthik's roommates had been buddies with Kishore since childhood. Kishore was quite good at studies. He was 5'11, decently built and very popular amongst the girls for his guitar skills. And he was quite arrogant.

"Eh? What the....who... oh." Kishore stammered.

Karthik still hadn't come out of his shock. His brain had short-circuited at the same moment he had seen Kishore come through the door.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" Kishore smirked. "A girl in a boy's hostel or is it a boy in a girl's dress..." and he slowly closed the door behind him and latched it. "Well. Either way, it should be reported to the authorities, am I right, darling?"

Karthik snapped back to senses at the word "reported".

"No. Please Kishore. Don't tell anyone. Please don't." Karthik begged.

"Oh. So it is Karthik, isn't it? Would you like it if I called you Krittika?" he sniggered.

Karthik didn't reply. Kishore slowly came and sat on the bed, dripping rain water.

"Tell me one reason why I shouldn't tell the warden about this."

Karthik couldn't think of a reason, the only one being severe humiliation.

"Hmmm? Have got no reason eh? Well. Its been a long time since I had sex. I came to take back a book I had given to your roommate Kunal. And look at the twist of fate. I want to tell you something. I will be leaving home in half an hour. But before that I want to have some fun Krittika. Obey me and I won't tell about your secret to anybody. If you do not, then you would have to face the consequences of being reported. So what do you say?"
Karthik was appalled. If word about his cross dressing got through to others, he would have to face serious humiliation. But he didn't want to obey Kishore either.

"Hmmm... seems like you aren't making a choice. Okay." He pointed out his middle and index fingers. "Touch any one of these."

Karthik had no other option. He had to touch either one of the fingers. He wasn't in the condition to escape either. So reluctantly he chose the index finger.

Kishore smiled. "You're mine, bitch."

Karthik was pushed flat on to his bed and Kishore was all over on top of him. He kissed every 

open bit of Karthik. He threw off Karthik's half saree and ripped open his blouse and bra and sucked his nipples hard. Karthik spasmed when Kishore hit him hard on his penis which had become erect. He desperately tried to push Kishore away but it was of no use. That was the time when Kishore went a little overboard. When Karthik tried to prevent Kishore from kissing his lips, Kishore slapped him hard on the cheek. He held Karthik's mouth open spat directly into it. Karthik felt utterly destroyed. Kishore was a savage animal.

Kishore turned Karthik over and pulled up his pavada. He let out a loud laugh.

"Ha. What is this? Male underwear beneath girls' clothes? You have a weird taste."
He pulled down Karthik's underwear and rubbed his butt. Karthik was totally exhausted and helpless.

And then came the pain. Kishore drove his rod in and out like a piston pump. Karthik dug his face into the pillow to avoid screaming in fear of someone hearing it. Kishore pumped his rod almost 10 times. His semen flew inside Karthik's anus.

"Woo. That felt good." said Kishore getting off Karthik and wearing his pants. "You know what bitch? You are so submissive that you will make a great prostitute. And that is exactly why I'm gonna tell everyone about the little bitch in the second floor of hostel block 'B'. You're gonna be rich as a prostitute."

And he shut closed the door and locked it from outside while Karthik lay there on the bed, motionless. .
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My eyes flew open and I sat up with a start. I could hear birds chirping and sunlight flooding the room. The faint smell of jasmine hung around me. I looked around the room. Krish was on the couch, sipping a cup, and reading the newspaper. He smiled as I got up.

"Look who's up, sleepy head. Whoa. You look like a demon. Did you have a good sleep?"
I nodded, my head still foggy.

"Go wash your face. I ordered some tea for us. Tastes great, you know?"

I let out a huge yawn. I threw my saree pallu over the shoulders and trudged to the
bathroom like a zombie. And I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was a mess. No other word could describe me. My wig was completely disheveled, the hair caught up in my earrings and the necklace and there was partly dried jasmine all over me. My saree was completely creased up. And there was lipstick smeared all over my face.
I tore off my dress, removed the wig and carefully untangled it from my earrings and the necklace. I removed all my ornaments and placed them next to the basin. I stripped off all my clothes and opened the laundry bag to throw them inside when I saw something. Krish's shirt, dhoti and undergarments. They had a lot of lipstick marks on them. I smiled thinking about the previous night.

I used the makeup remover to remove all the powder and blush and a lot of Vaseline to get rid of my eye makeup. Within 15 mins my face was clean. I brushed my teeth and stood under the hot shower.

Stupid brain, I thought. This was almost the hundredth time I was having that nightmare. It was one of the worst experiences ever in my life. But what happened after Kishore went out of my room was the best part and my brain seemed to be particularly reluctant in giving me a nice dream.

He hadn't told anyone about my crossdressing. But when he was somewhere in the city the very same day, an accident had occurred. Seems like he and his friends were going in a car and the car had crashed. The occupants had survived the crash but some flying debris had splintered Kishore's genitals. Apparently, he had lost the ability to produce testosterone after the accident and also the ability to reproduce. So doctors had decided to give him a sex change surgery. How I learnt all that is a secret. But I had gloried in his despair. He deserved it. He had never come back to university after the accident. Rumor has it that he had moved to Thailand for his sex change surgery.

I came out of the shower as a normal man again. There was almost no trace of my makeup. After packing away my Jewellery and dress, I wore my undergarments and a simple T-shirt and shorts. I went to the couch. Krish too was wearing the same thing.

"Hey." Krish greeted. "Good morning. Well at least you look a bit clear headed now. Here, have this." He poured me a cup of tea from the hot flask and gave me two biscuits. I tasted the tea. It was bliss.

"The tea tastes great doesn't it?" Krish said his eyes on the newspaper. "The guy at the kitchen said this was some sort of Munnar tea and tastes - "

I cut short through him.

"Happy birthday, dear."

He stared at me in surprise.

"My birthday was two months ago. What are you talking about?"

I put on my no-nonsense face and sipped the tea. He could see that I was pretty serious but 

couldn't understand what I meant.

"You'll see." I said putting my cup down.

He looked confused.

I changed the subject.

"So did you like our previous night?"

He grinned.

"Couldn't have asked for better. That was pure love."

We both looked at the bed. Flowers were strewn all across it and there were many lip marks on 

the bed cover and the pillow covers. And there was a sticky dark spot where my semen had 

spurted out.

"The room cleaner is gonna get ideas about us." Krish said.

"Not to worry. I need to go out and buy a little something. You can stay here. Its not as if he's gonna know who stays in this room. Its a couple's wish to have their honeymoon. Who are these guys to talk?"

"What are you going to buy?" Krish asked.
"Some materials for today's evening." I replied.

It was 8:30 AM. I took the newspaper from Krish while he booted up his laptop. It was silent in the room for the next 15 mins as Krish tapped away at his laptop and I flicked through the newspaper.

And then...

"Oh shit." I said.

Krish looked up surprised.

"What?" he asked.

"Breakfast buffet is a part of room charges, isn't it?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"And when we go down to eat we would need to give our room number."

"So?"

"If the room cleaner guy tells someone at the restaurant kitchen about the state of the bed covers and if they tell him that there are only two guys in this room, suspicion will arise."

"Why should he tell people about our room? And what's wrong in one man loving another?"

"There is nothing wrong in that. But they might think we brought in a prostitute or something. Prostitution is a punishable offence, isn't it?"

"You're right. And I'm hungry. What do we do?"

I sighed getting up. "I need to dress up."

Krish paused and stared at me for a few seconds. "You don't really have a choice do you?"

"No." I said, opening my suitcase.

I removed my T-shirt and wore a bra and a panty. Krish was looking at me dress up, interested. 

I took out a white salwar with a violet dupatta and pants and wore them.

I wore a few fancy jewels and did some light makeup: toner, kajal, eyeliner and a light coat of lipstick.

I undid the braid in my wig and brushed out my hair. I locked the wig and let the loose hair in 

front. I placed a little designer bindi on my forehead.

I looked quite womanly. My male features weren't discernible much. I wore a pair of ladies' shades, studded with tiny little stones in the frame of the lens, just for the added effect.

"Wow." Krish exclaimed. "It's amazing how you transform. You look perfect. Shall we go?"

"Yes."

We went down to the restaurant after calling the hotel's house keeping service to clean our 

room. The other guests there gave us nothing more than a glance. Seems like I looked perfect after all. There was even a kid who called me "aunty" when he wanted me to get a spoon for him from the buffet table. I felt overjoyed.

"What are you planning to buy?" Krish asked in the midst of our meal.

I looked up from my plate.

"What? Oh. I need to purchase stuff for tonight. Are you gonna come with me?"

"Hmm? Sorry darling. I can't. Rishi emailed me this morning. Apparently, my boss was bitching about how 10 people wanted a holiday on the same day. Seems like I and Hari aren't the only ones who've come here. I need to complete my part of the program coding
and send it in before evening."

"Oh. Pity."

"Yeah. I can't come with you. Sorry."

"Ah. Its not a problem. I'll be back soon."

We finished breakfast and headed back to our room. The cleaning was still going on. I went in, grabbed my purse and phone, planted a quick kiss on Krish's cheek and made my way outside, a girl, ready to go shopping.

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The sun was directly over head when I finally came back to the hotel after shopping. I paid off the auto driver and went up to our room and rang the doorbell.

Krish opened the door. The room looked clean and had a nice fresh smell of lavender.

I placed the bags on the dressing table. And I plopped down on the bed, exhausted.

"Aaaand, email sent." Krish heaved a sigh of relief. "Damn my boss. Demanding people to work all the time. Can't they give a guy a break?"

"A break?" I asked. "I'll give you one. Come here."

He put the laptop aside and fell on the bed, next to me. I planted a kiss on his lips and rested my head on his smooth, waxed arms.

"Why didn't you ever tell me that you are a cross dresser? Why did you keep it a secret?" Krish asked.

"I was just afraid that you wouldn't accept me when dressed up. I've lived as a girl ever since the age of eleven. But I've been holding it in for the past one year. So I took the festival as a means to test your acceptance."

And I proceeded to tell him how I started crossdressing, how my parents were quite supportive of it, my four crossdressing friends at IIT and my previous visit to Chamayavilakku. But I didn't tell him about the incident with Kishore. I didn't want to know how he would react to that.

He contemplated what I said in silence. Then he said something that quite surprised me.

"Can you dress me up as a girl too?"

I paused for a few moments, looking at the canopy of our bed.

"You thought I was the only one going to be dressed up tonight?"

Krish looked surprised. "What?"

"Yes dear. I was planning to dress you up all along, even if you accepted it or not. All those things on the table are for you."

"Wow. Thanks. I love you so much." And we kissed each other deep.

The clock struck four when we broke apart. We had been kissing each other passionately for nearly half an hour and our erect pants were pressed against each other.

"We need to get to work dear." I said, getting up. "Take off your clothes and come in to the bathroom when I call you."

I removed my wig, my jewels, and all my clothes and put them on the dressing table. I opened the bathtub tap and added bubble solution and some bath oil. I let the soap bubbles lather. The smell of the bath oil was mesmerizing.

I removed my clothes, wore a shower cap and got into the tub when it was full. The bubbles were soft against my skin.

"Krish." I called out. "Come in."

Krish opened the door and came in.

He locked the door behind him.

"Get in here." I told him.

Krish removed his underwear and gingerly stepped into the tub. Our slim bodies were easily 

accomodated by the large tub.

"This feels great. We need to get a bathtub like this at home." Krish said happily.

"Maybe. If the landlady allows us to do so. And the probability of that happening is almost the same as you and I going to the Moon for a vacation." I replied, embracing him. Back home, nobody would think we were lovers or anything. They just considered us a pair of bachelors, like Sheldon and Leonard from The Big Bang Theory.

We spent quite a long time in the tub and stood together in the shower afterwards, the water flowing down our silky smooth bodies.

We blow dried our hair and when it was dry, I wore my female undergarments and asked Krish to stand in front of me. I took out a gaff from the bags I had bought earlier.

"Is that a va-?"

"Yes. Yes its is."

The gaff I had bought for him was a perfect replica of the female genital, unlike my own gaff 

which was just a pad meant to hide a penis. I positioned the gaff and I knotted it at his back. 

Then I gave him satin soft panties. And he slid them up his legs.

Had I remembered what I had felt when doing the same thing myself, wearing the undergarments of the opposite sex for the first time all those years ago, I could probably explain the tide of emotions going through Krish.

I took out a box from the things that I had purchased earlier and removed the foam packing inside. I showed the box to Krish.

"What the - ?"

It was a bra. But instead of bra cups, there were two breasts. It was a breast form, but worn like a bra, with lace straps and hooks at the back.

"Wear it." I told him.

"Whaat? But.. but it is a...."

"You're the one without breasts here." And I jiggled my own breasts in mockery.

He took the breastforms and accidentally wore it upside down and looked at me foolishly.
I laughed and set them up the right way and hooked it at the back.

"Never for a moment did I think I would have my own tits." he said.

"I never thought I would have breasts either when I was a kid. I see them as God's gift, just like how I see you."

He smiled.

I took out a blouse. It was a golden silver color, with a single lace knot at the back. He slid his hands into the sleeves and I hooked it in front.

"How come it fits me perfectly?" he asked.

"I wanted you to buy a pair of tailored shirts last month, remember? I noted down your measurements when the tailor was measuring you."

"You sneaky elf."

I grinned and slid a pink petticoat up his legs and knotted it tight.

"Sit down." I pulled up the chair at the dressing table and he sat on it.

I scrutinized his face in the mirror. He had cheeks that might look soft if not for those beard stubs. Eyes weren't a problem either. I could see that, with a little effort in makeup, I could make him perfectly feminine. As for the lips, since the colour of the saree would be pink, I decided on an almost nude pink color, with a nice gloss.

As always, I began with beard cover and foundation. His eyebrows looked perfect, which I had to admit, I was a little envious of. I shaped his eyebrows with a pencil and blended the eye socket bump with the forehead. I applied a light silver shade of eyeshadow on the upper half of each eyelid and a light shade of pink in the lower half and blended the two. I applied the mascara and pasted the fake lashes. I drew a smooth line of eyeliner and kajal. I put in a little pink blush, but it wasn't necessary. Krish could see the sudden change in his beauty and his cheeks had gone a deep red.

I slid a diamond bangle on each hand and a designer diamond necklace round his neck. His ears weren't pierced so I had bought clip on diamond studs. The diamonds weren't real of course. But they looked extremely beautiful.

"OK. Part 1 is done. Now get up." I said.

He stood up from the chair. I took out the saree. It was a nice baby pink, and totally matched the blouse. It was one of my most favorite sarees. I asked Krish to raise his hands and proceeded to drape the saree around him. I draped it in such a way that it had a sleek look and pinned the pallu on the shoulder.

Krish gently traced his hand over the saree taking in its smoothness.

"Well Your Highness. You can feel the saree after we are done. Now I want you to sit down. Like a lady."

"How do I do that?"

"Like this." And I showed him how to sit down like a woman without bending forward and at the same time smoothing out the back of the dress. He did it quite well.
I took out a white tube and removed the brush inside. It was a hot baby pink lipstick but I applied it as a light coat on Krish's lips as I didn't want the lips to look too loud. And I applied lipgloss over it.

"And now comes the climax."

I had bought a really beautiful shoulder length wig for Krish. It came straight down but was buffed up at the bottom and had a nice glossy look with a centre partition.
I fixed the wig on his head and locked it with his hair. I fixed a nethichutti down the centre partition and a drop-shaped pink bindi. I cleaned out his nails, pasted fake nails and painted them pink.

"Now you know why I said Happy Birthday earlier. Witness the birth of Anuradha Venugopalan, the Pink Beauty."

Krish stared transfixed at the mirror. Never in his life would he have thought that he could look this beautiful. And then,

"What sort of name is Anuradha?"

"Because naming you just Radha would be totally unimaginative."

Krish wouldn't leave the mirror. He just wanted to keep looking at that beautiful lady in the reflection.

"Jeez. You're totally hogging that mirror. I need to get my makeup done. Move."

Reluctantly, he went to the couch and sat in the way I instructed him to.

I began my makeup. I did all the basics: beard cover, foundation, toner, kajal, mascara, lashes, eyeliner. For the eye shadow I chose a glittery red. A smokey eye would have been better, but I didn't have the patience to do that. For the lipstick, I chose a deep red and then some lipgloss. My face was flawless when I was done.

I took out my human hair wig that I had worn the previous day. I set it firmly on my head and locked it. Then I took a curler out of my shopping bag. I proceeded to curl the hair in the lower part of the wig. This hairstlye would be the most perfect choice for my dress.

I removed the wig, set it carefully aside and I proceeded to wear my new lehenga. It was ruby red, studded with sequins, with a red shawl. The cleavage created by my NuBra was nicely visible through the top. The skirt was very heavy and it was this heaviness that gave the dress a feminine feel. And the AC air was cold on my slim, exposed waist.

I wore diamond danglers, studded with rubies and a necklace and bangles of the same type. Then I neatly folded the shawl, draped it and pinned it on my right shoulder. Then I placed the wig on my head and locked it. And I placed a slim nethichutti on the center partition. I removed my white nailpolish and applied a wine red color.

Two hours ago, there were just two men in the room. But now there were two perfectly gorgeous damsels.

I went and sat next to Krish. I think my makeup had tapped into the female character called envy. Just like any other woman, he stared at me in jealousy. But there was awe in those eyes too.

"You look beautiful yourself Krish. Don't stare at me like that."

His eyes became unfocused. Then,

"I have an idea."

"What?"

"Can we live as girls at home?"

I smiled. I think he fell in love with his feminine side which must have prompted him to put this 

idea forward. His look today was a complete opposite of the one from the previous day.

"Sure. Why not?" I said.

I gave him his purse, a pink clip type, with money, a few makeup items and a mirror.

It was 6:30 PM. There was still a lot of time left for the car to arrive.

"Its amazing Krish. A guy who looked all macho for the past 25 years has become the most perfect girl in just under an hour. I envy you. I think you are lucky. You don't have big biceps, you have a normal waist, and sleek eyebrows even though they loooked manly yesterday. Perfect girl features."

"I guess so too."

I didn't talk to him again. The feeling of dressing up for the first time is too overwhelming. I just let him take in the feeling.

We watched TV for about an hour. Then I got a phone call. It was from my travel agency friend.

"The car has arrived at your hotel Karthik. But I don't understand why you wanted the same car that came yesterday."

"It was extremely comfortable Anand. That's why. And the driver was a really good man."

"OK. The car is waiting outside."

I beckoned Krish to get up. I gave him a pair of stone studded ladies sandals. And I wore 2" inch heeled slippers.

I taught Krish how to walk like a woman. He was able to mange it but it wasn't as perfect as mine which had come out of years of practice. The echo of my heels clipping on the polished marble floor was in perfect rhythm.

As we went down to the reception we saw another group of CDs who had come to Kollam in a minivan. There were some really beautiful looking ladies in that group. And they stared at us, or to say the truth, at Krish.

We got into the car. The driver was pretty surprised that there were two 'women' today.

"Lets go, driver." I said.

As we sped through the city and onto the highway, I had my earphones connected to my phone and was listening to my Whitney Houston playlist. And suddenly my phone vibrated.

"Krish: Don't talk to me. Just use the chat."

I looked at him like weird. I was sitting right next to him. Why did he want to use the chat application?

I replied back with a message. "What's wrong with you :| ?"

My phone vibrated again. "I don't want the driver to hear what we are talking."

I replied. "What do you want to talk about?"

"It is the same car as yesterday. No rear mirror."

"Of course dummy. :P I wanted the same car. Forgotten last night in the car already?"

"Lol no."

"Enough chatting. Roaming charges are expensive."

I put on the music player again. As Whitney's voice delved into the deepest recesses of my heart, I looked out of the window, watching the sceneries of the highway flitting by.

We finally arrived at the temple. If Krish had been looking at CDs in awe last night, today he was being totally self-conscious, comparing himself with others. But he made a few heads turn because of his beauty.

We bought the plate-type lamps and went into the temple. It was much more crowded than the day before, because it was the more important day out of the two.

We prayed at the deities' sanctums and walked around the temple grounds. It was amazing to see that many beauties but Krish was the queen of them all.
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One thing about Chamayavilakku. The festival is not only visited by CDs but a fair amount of transgenders visit too. And I actually met a transgender who had been a man in my past.

It was about midnight. I and Krish were feeling pretty tired. So I asked Krish to get two Cokes for us from the shops outside. He was hesitant but obliged after a little persuasion. I was exhausted. 

That's when I saw someone.

Kishore.

I definitely knew it was him. Or her... Seems like his sex change had been successful. He had transformed into a beautiful lady. The face that had appeared through the doorway of my hostel room on that fateful afternoon was so deeply ingrained in my memory that it was discernible to me even in its feminine form.

Kishore was wearing a dark blue silk saree with a golden blouse, minimal makeup and jewellery. She looked perfect and her waist was really sleek.

I decided to talk to her. So I made my way to the place where she was standing.

"Hello." I said.

"Hello." she replied with a deep but feminine voice.

"Do you remember me?"

"Uh... who are you?"

"You don't remember me?"

"No"

"Atleast you should remember 24th December 2007?"

Her face went blank. That date was when her life was rewritten.

"Wh..who are you?"

"You don't remember me? I'm Karthik. The last person your rod ever violated."

Her face had gone white in shock.

"You-you... how did you know it was me?"

"Nevermind that. What is your name now?"

"Krittika."

Her head hung in shame.

"Wasn't Krittika what you called me that day?"

"Yes. My mother chose that name though."

"Fate, eh?"

Her hands were trembling.

I took her by the arm and guided her to a low wall and we both sat on it. Krittika's lady manners 

were pretty good.

"So tell me. What happened after that accident?"

"My balls had been damaged and they were deemed useless. And since I couldn't produce 

male hormones anymore they decide to give me a sex change operation. I moved to Thailand, 

underwent HRT for nearly a year and got a surgery."

"But why are you here? Are you religious or what?"

"No. This temple is kind of auspicious for my family. And after the surgery, my Mother has been 

bringing me here every year on this day."

"Nice. Is she here now?"

"Yeah. She went to talk to an old friend of hers."

"So whats life been like these past four years?"

Krittika was silent for a few moments. Then her eyes teared up.

"I hate living like this. Every time I walk down the road some guy hoots at me. Most men's eyes are filled with lust when they see me. And I don't have a job too. I've been living off my parents' money"

"You are one to talk. I seriously doubt that your male side from the past was different than the men you see today.And why don't you have a job?"

"Well they don't give jobs to.... 'trannies'."

"Fucking stupid society. California is a lot better.... Wait. California? That reminds me of something!! Wait."

I took out my purse and rummaged inside it. I got a visiting card out.

"Here. Have this." I gave the card to Krittika.

"Wh...whose card is this?"

"My friend who lives in California. She is a transwoman herself. Her name is Judith Wesley. She is an employment counsellor for people like you. Go to California. Live a happy life there. I'll tell Judith to help you."

Krittika's eyes welled up in tears again. 

"You-you are so kind. And all I did was sexually violate you."

"Sexual violation? Do that to a girl and its called anal rape. But nevermind. Forgive and forget. That's me."

Krittika stood up and hugged me.

Her phone rang. I noticed the ringtone. The Grammy Award winning "Somebody that I Used to Know" by Gotye. I smiled to myself. The person in front of me was somebody that I used to know too

"Thank you so much Karthik. I'll never forget your help."

"Have fun."

After getting my number, Krittika strode off into the crowd with perfectly feminine movements. 

I smiled.

Maybe I won't have those nightmares again.

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The time was about 4:00 AM. We were totally exhausted. As we watched the procession of the temple, we could barely stand. People all around were tired too. But the procession was super grand. Everyone started praying automatically as the chariot (Isn't that what its supposed to be called?) passed them.

After the procession ended, we went to the main sanctum just once again and held our hands in deep prayer. And we gave back our lamps and went to our car.

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On the way back I thought Krish would have some sort of minor sexual stimulations. But the idiot was snoring off happily. I smiled and rested my shoulders on his head.

We finally arrived at the hotel. It was almost six in the morning. Usually thats the time I wake up to go to work. Today, my time cycle had done a 360 degree backflip.

I woke Krish up from his slumber. He blinked and looked around.

"Get out you idiot. We are here."

"This isn't my office. Where are we?" he replied.

Mega Facepalm.

"Gods. What the hell? We are at Kollam. What is wrong with you?"

He blinked again.

"Oh. Right. Sorry. Hehe."

We went up on the elevator and into our room. Krish was feeling energetic again. I smiled, thinking of the hours to come.

So if you are a pervert and went peeping through keyholes of the rooms in Cambay Resort, you would have seen two women making love in Room 302.

[Author's meesage:

I'm well known for my dislike for romance fiction and movies. Even I don't understand how I wrote a romance story. And that too, same sex romance. I was really feeling crapped while writing all those lovey dovey stuff.

If you are homophobic (which is unlikely, since you are reading this blog) and you dislike the story, just reimagine Karthik as a woman. Crisis averted.

End of author's message.]