My partner and I ran a public
relations agency. We were doing reasonably well. We were not among the top
twenty five in Delhi but hoped to be there soon. We were looking for an account
which would give us the push to reach the top. It was then that the owner of
Transformation approached us. It was a beauty parlor run by Rani Fonseca. She
had one branch at Noida and another at Gurgaon. Her objective was only to make
herself known in the two localities where she had her establishments. We made
some preliminary inquiries and found out that they had competent staff that did
an excellent job. But they were known to be a bit expensive, but those who
patronized them, swore by the quality of their work.
We decided to take up the account
and asked Rani to give us a week's time to come with a concept. We had been
toying with various approaches until one morning I had an idea. I had just completed
my morning exercises and was examining my muscles in the mirror. I was quite
pleased with my mannish look of typical Punjabi woman due to hair growth on my
jaw line & little bit muscular body with D cup boobs. I was an inch shorter
than the six feet people assumed me to be and I never bothered to correct them.
I smiled at my image in the mirror. I am perfect mixture of a big tall womanly
body with mannish face and beautiful sharp big nose. The only blemish I could
notice was a somewhat masculine hair growth on my upper lip. I thought to
myself that I needed to visit Rani to remove that. It was then that an idea
struck me. I rang up my partner and suggested that we meet within the next hour
to discuss my idea.
By the time I reached our office in GK
my partner was already there. "Raju, I think I have found the concept for
promoting Transformation...” My partner smiled in his usual charming way and
asked me to sit down and explain things.
Raju, who went by the official name
of Rajuram, was a level headed introverted person. Though his coolness and
charming smile, often made me want to bash him up, I controlled myself because
I needed him to tone down my over-enthusiasm. Not only our minds but also our
bodies were a study in contrast. He was almost half a foot shorter than me with
a nice angelic feminine face. His face has less hair than me. He sometime say
that I am man enough for him. I used to tease him that he could be a model for
Amul butter. Though there was a layer of fat all under his skin, one could not
call him fat. Looking at him, I had often thought he could, with a little
make-up, pose as a cherubic lady for Ruben or Ravi Verma. Once again this
thought passed through my mind as I started explaining my concept for
Transformation. Actually my concept took a quantum jump with the passage of
this thought.
"Transformation is a parlor
meant for both men and women", I started on my explanation, "So it is
best that people see some good examples of their work. My plan is as follows.
You and I will pair with a girl and a boy. Each pair will enter one branch of
the parlor at exactly seven pm on a Saturday evening and come out at eight
fully transformed".
"Before that we would have run
an ad in the local supplements for people to come and watch the parlour entrance
between 7.00 to 7.15 pm and observe the clients entering and repeat the
observation between 8.00 and 8.15 pm of clients leaving. They would e-mail us
their observations. The ten best answers would receive a weekend packages at a
nearby resort".
After seeking a few clarifications, Raju
agreed with my concept. We fleshed out the details and met Rani with our plans.
She was somewhat amused by the idea, but assured us that she could deliver
finished products worthy of the hype being created by us. She was only worried
that the housing societies where the parlours were located might object to
crowds inside their premises. Raju and I felt it could be turned to our
advantage by not letting the crowds get too close to our "finished
products". We decided to employ a security agency for crowd control and
decided the pair would come out of the parlours, linger for a moment in the
lights of the foyer and get into the waiting taxis right inside the society
compounds. That way they would be at least ten feet away from spectators.
Soon after Rani's approval, we ran
the ads to select a boy and a girl to pair us. To maintain secrecy we conducted
the interviews in a hotel room.
I had the first go at the
interviews. The boys whom I had to interview had been shortlisted by evaluating
their responses to a set of questions on a computer. The questions were graded
first to test physical characteristics, secondly to examine past influences,
thirdly the mental makeup and lastly the secret desires. The critical questions
hidden among routine questions were: How often do you shave in a week? Those
shaving more than once were rejected. How tall are you? Those more than 5’4”
inches were rejected. What is your waist measurement? Waists larger than 28
inches were rejected. Do you think boys are stronger persons than girls and
should never cry? Those who answered yes were rejected. If you are the youngest
of the family, how many sisters do you have? Those with two elder sisters were
favored. Did you ever feel jealous about their lovely dresses? Yes answers were
favored. What role did you take up for fancy dress or in a school play? Those
who had dressed up as girls were given more questions. Do you think it is
better in today's world to be a girl than a boy? The yes answer was favored.
Would you be upset if your job requires you to dress up as a girl without
anyone knowing? If given a chance would you like to live as a girl in a small
circle of friends?
The next part of the test was a
vocal test. Those who could sing with a girl's voice were shortlisted.
I met the five shortlisted boys over
lunch. They were asked to behave like girls during the lunch. I observed their
walk, talk and gentleness at the table. Post lunch only two remained. I asked
both to read a preset passage from Mills and Boon. When they came in one after
another, to see me, I asked them what they had liked in the passage. One said
he liked the part where the girl looks out of the window at her sweetheart
approaching her house.
The second said he liked the part
when "I move into my sweetheart's strong arms".
I asked the second one to go into
the adjoining room and change into a dress kept there and return to me. While
he changed, I checked his papers. I began to feel that Mohan, known officially
as Mohankanth, would meet my needs.
Shortly the door to the adjoining
room opened. Mohan was wearing a light blue pleated frock. I put out my arms
and said to him, "Mohan darling come to me". He responded word for
word from the book. "...And I thought you would never come," and
moved into my arms. My choice had been made. For the project, I decided to
change my name from Ms. Chawala to Mr. Singh and enrolled Mohan as my
girlfriend.
"What kind of men do you
like", Raju asked the first of the last two left behind in his selection
process as he put down the telephone after completing a call.
The five feet ten inches tall
swimmer with dense jawline hair, possessing bulkier biceps than boobs and
wearing faded jeans, looked straight into Raju's eyes and said, "I like
short buttery ones with shiny cheeks". Having said that Suruchi leaned
forward, held Raju's head in her hands and kissed him on the lips.
Before Raju could regain composure, Suruchi
walked to the door of the room, peeped out and told the other girl waiting her
turn, "Sorry my friend. The interview is over and I am selected. The boss
has asked me to tell you to go away."
"Hey, hey..." Raju started
saying...
Suruchi once again closed the door,
turned around, smiled at Raju and said, "Look; I agree you are the boss.
You will not regret selecting me. I have the confidence that you will be fully
satisfied with me around..."
Raju saw no reason to contest Suruchi's
words. Her physical appearance and mental profile were quite suited for the job
on hand. To confirm matters, Raju could still feel a tingling sensation on his
lips where Suruchi had smooch him quite forcefully. The little dick in his
pants gets aroused due to her masculine behavior.
We had selected the Saturday when
our plan would be executed. The morning papers had carried the news about the
Observation Contest in their city supplements. We had put ten girls on the task
of calling up the households in the target area. We were sure of a reasonable
gathering. We had photographers appointed to cover the event so that we could
create stories for tabloids.
The four of us gathered at my house
in New Delhi. I am fortunate enough to own a row house with a private garage.
It was the first house on a lane off the main road. We could drive out without
attracting too much attention from my neighbors
We were all seated in the main hall
watching Tootsie on my home theatre. Suruchi was dressed in a light green saree
with a matching blouse. Her pink lipstick was a little too loud on her dark
skin. She has long hair which she likes to hide under her cap. She was seated
on a sofa with her feet up. Her saree had moved up a little revealing her hairy
legs. Her hands were folded against her chest. The arms of her blouse were at
bursting-point because of her muscles. There was a smile on her face as she saw
Dustin Hoffman struggle with the baby. I was dressed in a sober non-descript
fashion. The black loose shirt and grey trousers were almost unisex in design.
My short hair was hidden by a shoulder length wig and I was wearing leather
sandals without heels.
Raju was wearing a light grey shirt
and formal black trousers. His shiny black shoes were highly noticeable. They
had two inches of sole and another inch of inner padding. Raju managed to look
as tall as Suruchi. As his sleeves were folded, I noticed that his arms were
very smooth looking. One of Rani's assistants had visited my house in the
morning to make sure that both Raju and Mohan had no body hair. She had also
done their eyebrows and nails and given them facials.
Mohan was dressed in a plain white
kurta and pajama. His dark false moustache was a bit funny on the soft skin of
his face. He looked a little nervous. I smiled at him and said that I will be
with him all the way. He visibly relaxed with my assurance.
The time was four thirty in the
evening when the movie ended. The plan was to leave by 5.30 pm. Raju
volunteered to make some tea for all of us. Mohan volunteered to help him. As
they left the room I winked at Suruchi. She nodded her head. Raju and Mohan
were in a way doing, what girls would, in a mixed company.
"Hey girls, give us something
to eat", Suruchi bellowed out to them so that the two of them could hear
her in the kitchen.
"You will only get fatter if
you keep eating like this", was the response from the kitchen.
I smiled to myself and started
feeling more confident about our campaign.
We reached the parking lot at CP around
6.30 pm. We got out of the car and locked it and started looking for taxis to
take us to our destinations. Mohan and I were going to India gate and Raju and Suruchi
were going to Kalkaji.
It was not yet 7 pm when we reached Kalkaji.
I went into a shoe shop and bought myself a pair of kolhapuris of size 8 and
pair of ladies heels of size 7. This way we reached Transformation a couple of
minutes after seven pm.
I got out of the taxi first and went
into the parlour stealing a glance at the crowd of about 100 people who were
waiting on the footpath near the entrance. Mohan came in leisurely after paying
for the taxi.
Rani's sister Divjot greeted us
enthusiastically. She asked us to quickly move into a separate room assigned to
us. There were no other customers in the parlour as it was beyond normal
closing hours. Clearly she had a lot to do in one hour. She asked me to wait,
while she started off with Mohan. She removed Mohan's moustache and asked him
to go into the adjoining bathroom, strip completely and wear the special body
suit kept there for him. In five minutes Mohan was back in the room. The body
suit with a soft texture and skin color gave him a good figure with 34c
breasts, natural waist of 26 and padded hips of 34. Now he even had soft and
luxuriant pubic hair. Divjot merged the edges of the suit with Mohan's body by
using some clever make-up. Then she made Mohan wear a sheer bra with only lace
work for the cups. Portions of his breasts were visible through the windows of
the lace and it made him very sexy. The panties were also made of lace allowing
few strands of his public hair to escape through the lattice work. Mohan was
blushing now. Though he had had quite a few practice seasons trying to be a
girl, this was for real now.
Divjot asked Mohan to wear a
dressing gown and sit in front of one of the mirrors. Divjot's assistants
started working on his face. The foundation went up followed by powder puffs.
The lashes and eyelids were done next. Then coming to little coloring of his
cheeks, followed by a proper application of lipstick. I could observe professional
competence in their work. Then they parted Mohan's hair in the middle and
skillfully fixed an expensive wig. The cascading hair now covered all of Mohan's
back. Divjot tied it into a pony tail.
"Ok, dear, you get a short
break now, while I attend to your boyfriend", Divjot told Mohan. Mohan
smiled at me. Her eyes got automatically lowered when I looked into his eyes
and smiled back. As I had predicted, he was turning out to be a very pretty
girl.
Divjot now gave me my inner costume.
I went into the bathroom to wear it. When I wore it I realized it was tight
around my big chest, flattening it in the process. My waist is still thin so my
buttocks did look too large. The interesting part was a special artificial
cock. I was amused by it. My big clitoris swollen up and become 4”in length,
Sufficient for scoring any man and it’s hard enough to fuck them in ass. I
inserted it in the dildo and strap on the cock on my clitoris. When I wore the Boxer
and Baniyan and went back to the room, Divjot winked at me.
My makeup consisted of coloring my
bleached bread hair returning the visibility of my facial hairs as beared. I
also acquired a small but well developed moustache. Divjot added some hair to
my brows and combed my naturally hair in a manly style. I was looking a
handsome manly man due to facial hair and my big pointed nose.
My dress for the evening was orange
red kurta and pajama along with an off-white jacket. Jacket helped to cover any
minor distortions in my bodyline.
"Ok, darling let us get back to
work," Divjot turned her attention to Mohan. "Take off your gown and
let us give you different dresses so that your guy can select the one he wants
you to wear this evening. After all we girls try different dresses to attract
these men, right?" Divjot laughed.
The navy blue translucent dress
moved with Mohan's body and accentuated the curves. It was definitely an
improvement over the previous one. But I wanted a "wow" response from
the public who were watching the parlour entrance for something dramatic.
The last dress met my requirements.
The orange chaniya choli with jari work was really grand. When Mohan wore it, I
could see that the fit was excellent and his curves were very well accentuated.
Particularly his pert breasts and round proportionate buttocks looked very
attractive in it. He looked every inch a young girl dressed for a social occasion.
The addition of ornaments on his legs, hands, neck and face added to his
beauty. I smiled indulgently at Mohan as he pirouetted happily in front of us.
Suddenly he felt shy as he felt all eyes on him.
The last touch by Divjot was superb.
She made Mohan wear a mangalsutra. A tiny bindi and a little sindoor completed
the traditional look. A light veil on his head made him look a little
vulnerable. Lastly Mohan wore the heels which I had bought for him. He did not
falter at all as swayed his hips just a little walked around the room.
We were ready now. Divjot made us pose together in front of
a mural. As we turned after being photographed, we caught our images in the
huge mirror on the wall. For a moment we kept staring at the image. Then
suddenly, Mohan was in my arms and I was kissing him. Divjot and her staff
applauded happily as we hugged each other. For all practical purposes, Mohan
was my wife and I was "her" husband.
Just in case we had forgotten and
decided to move on to other activities of a husband and wife, Divjot reminded
us that the time was 8 pm and we needed to move on. As a parting gift Mohan got
a soft leather bag with a few essential womanly things and I got a wrist bag
with my keys, money etc.
We paused for a moment under the
bright porch light while Mohan pretended to adjust his ear studs and I adjusted
my kolhapuris. Then we got into the waiting cab. Mohan asked the cab driver in
his sweet girlish voice to take us to South Ex parking lot. I held Mohan's hand
as the cab pulled out. We did not look at the observant crowd.
We reached my car in the lot in
about 45 minutes. We sat in it to wait for our friends. In about five minutes,
a tall hefty fellow got out of a cab which halted on the opposite side of the
road. As the taxi moved off, we saw the girl who had got off from the other
door. She was dressed in an onion coloured silk saree with a simple gold chain
around her beautiful neck. As she moved to a side to cross the road, we were
struck by the length of her hair which reached her buttocks.
Her companion was a rugged bearded
guy, dressed in a loose fitting white shirt and trousers. His shoes were
polished to perfection. As they were about to cross the road, the guy put his
arms around the girl's waist and she moved close to him quite endearingly. As
the couple reached the middle of the road, Mohan whispered to me
excitedly,"By God! It is Raju and Suruchi".
Both of us got out of the car to
welcome our friends. As they approached, Raju waved out to me. I was so amazed
that I did not even wave back. I was totally amazed at how beautiful my partner
had become. Mohan pulled at my dress and said, "Honey, Don't stare at Raju
like that. I am getting jealous..."
I always wanted to fuck Raju in
female dress. I came back to my senses quickly as
I put my hands around Mohan's waist and pulled him to me. His sensuous perfume
hit my nose as his ample buttocks brushed my legs.
We complimented each other as Raju
and Suruchi came near us. Raju told us of the good crowd which saw them leave
the Noida branch of Transformation. There had been a lot of cheering when they
had come out. He shared with us the polaroid photographs of the various dresses
he had tried before conceding to Suruchi's request that he should wear a saree.
He almost looked at her accusingly for not letting him come out with one of the
other dresses.
While I was thinking of the good
public response so far, I noticed Suruchi examine Mohan closely. She went near Mohan
and examined his mangalsutra. Suddenly she put her hand on Mohan's stomach and
said, "Hey, when is your first baby coming out". Mohan blushed and
pinched the back of Suruchi's hand. As Suruchi cried out in pain, Raju and I
laughed. Raju said to Suruchi, “Serves you right". Mohan felt bad so he
took Suruchi's hand and kissed it where he had pinched her. Both Mohan and Suruchi
were standing quite close. Apparently the perfume worn by Mohan worked on Suruchi
as well. Suruchi planted a light kiss on Mohan's forehead. Raju started making
noises; "Hey! Hey! Don't forget I am here". Suruchi sidestepped and
picked up Raju by the waist despite his protests and planted her little lady on
the bonnet of the car.
"My sweet heart, Have a heart
and don't be jealous. See how your smooth and shiny legs are affecting Singh".
Raju's saree had moved up while being placed on the bonnet and I was indeed
looking at his nice shapely legs. There was a moment's silence but then all of
us laughed out at the humor of the situation.
As the leader of the group, I said,
"Suruchi is right. All of us belong to each other. We just need to have
fun together. After all that hard work today, we deserve a nice break. Let us
start with dinner".
At the restaurant, we found a table
at the back of the hall. As we sat down, I found Mohan whispering something
into Raju's ears. The ever ready Suruchi told them that the ladies loo was down
the corridor.
The meal was full of fun and
laughter, probably helped by a little gin which Suruchi had added to the girls'
lemonade while they were away at the loo.
After consuming all that fluid, I
too felt the urge to visit the loo. While I could unzip to do my job, I found
the appendage provided on the costume was capable of swelling and stiffening on
being squeezed.
I left the experiment halfway to
avoid embarrassment as I went back to my table.
Safely inside the house we
photographed ourselves as different pairs. All our inhibitions and
possessiveness were gone and we were teasing each other freely.
We were in my living room. I was
seated on the floor next to Raju and was feeling up his smooth legs without
even thinking about it. Raju said, "Hey partner! You are making me
horny". I simply smiled and moved one of my arms to Raju's boobs. They
were larger than Mohan's because Suruchi had made him wear a padded bra. But Raju's
breasts felt good to squeeze.
In the meanwhile, Mohan and Suruchi
were dancing to music. Suruchi kept pinching Mohan's bottom while Mohan
giggled. I suspected that gin was working on Mohan. All his shyness was gone.
As the music came to an end, Suruchi declared, "Let us play rummy".
"What an unromantic thing to
do", I thought until Suruchi explained the rules.
We moved into the large bedroom to
play. Raju won the first round. As a penalty, I took off my kurta, Suruchi took
off a shawl and Mohan took off his salwar. Raju seemed to be lost in thought.
Suddenly she flared up at Suruchi, “You cheat! You have extra things on". Suruchi
laughed and took off her pants as well. Her strong and hairy legs were now
revealed. Mohan looked with awe and amusement at the obvious bulge in Suruchi's
Boxers. Next round was won by Suruchi. I tugged at Raju's blouse. He removed it
obligingly. I could not help staring at the silk bra holding Raju's breasts. I
removed my pajama and sat in my Boxer and Baniyan. Mohan had taken off his
salwar, revealing his beautiful silky legs, flat stomach. As I had noted
earlier his firm young breasts could be seen through the lace. Suruchi seemed
more interested in Mohan's lace panties and his partially visible pubic hair.
By the end of the next round the Mohan took off his bra and Raju took off his
panties. I leaned forward and kissed Mohan's bared boobs while Suruchi reached
for the junction of Raju's legs.
Soon enough everything was in a
haze. Bodies were moving on the bed uncontrollably. Dresses came off without
the need for further card games.
In a few minutes, Mohan and Raju
were standing on the floor with all their dresses gone. Their smooth curvaceous
bodies for fully exposed for our enjoyment. Suruchi and I responded as men
would were expected to,
I was getting in to a romantic mood
and drew Raju closer by pulling him with my hand around his waist and planted a
light kiss on his lips. It appeared to me that while both of us were
beautifully dressed up masculine and he is perfect feminine, I liked to play
the dominating partner while romancing whereas he just loved to be assuming
role of a submissive partner. After kissing him passionately for some more time
I took him to our bed room with my hand firmly round his waist and placed him
on the bed. Still in a great mood I took off her blouse / bra before getting on
top of him and thrust her firm breasts in my mouth one at a time for me to
suck. I was on top in a dominating position while he had totally surrendered himself
to my advances in making love to him even as he felt most feminine.
As I was getting more and more
dominating I push my cock in his anus and he virtually felt crushed under my
big body weight but at the same time he was also enjoying some of the most
unknown pleasures of being dominated and made love. He was licking my face and
enjoying my facial hair, mustache and begging me to slap him hard. I was so
aroused that I hit him very hard any he really liked it.
It also came as a most pleasant surprise to me
that more dominating I am getting his pleasures only multiplied many times as he
just loved to play the submissive partner which presumably was feminine but
simply loved it all the same.
Now I sit between his legs and put 2
pillows under his ass. Then I removed my dildo, my clit was become more rigid
than his 4 “nunny (cock). It was 6 “and doubles the width of his cock. He became
so excited by seeing my big clit. He begs me to push it in his ass hole. I push
the slit at once with big thrust. He screamed loud. Then I lay on top of him. He
wrapped his smooth leg around my hips. I started sucking his right breast while
my right hand was squeezing his left breast mercilessly. I start humping him
like a macho man fuck his poor wife. I was so aggressive that I hit his head to
bed corner so many times. His hand finally caught my big armpit hair in his
fist to give him some support. I ejaculated like a man in his ass. I was
feeling so much masculine that I could have fuck two-three guys more like this.
That night I made love to him like
crazy and had multiple powerful orgasms while dominating from the top before He
ejaculated enjoying the most pleasurable sexual experience of his life while
playing role of a submissive partner at the bottom. Both of us went to sleep
blissfully and I woke up some time early morning to go to the bath room to pee
but found myself in a great mood as I had woken up dressed up in a pent and had
a shave before getting back to sleep.
Concluded
