Warm kisses from Chandrika! I hope you all had a chance to read the episodes before this one.
I was living a dream. What else would you call it? I had matured from being an ordinary guy to being a secret woman. I fantasized about men, now being a woman in a relationship with a man and all this in 2 years. I enjoyed my new relationship and was giving it everything.
Like any other committed man, Karthik would spend a lot of time with me. He was extremely caring and loving. Ours was like any other man-woman relationship one can think of. We had some logistical challenges, though.
Aashish was no longer in the scene. Chandrika was the only love interest in Karthik’s life. So I had to dress up for every meeting of ours. We needed to work out ways to communicate with each other about our plans to meet and when. Remember, this is 1989, and Whatsapp was still Science Fiction.
Karthik and I devised a simple yet effective method to communicate. It involved a piece of paper with a cryptic code that conveyed all the information I needed to know. Karthik would slip that paper from under my door.
We were madly in love or whatever it was. Every time we met, we would sit on the sofa like any normal couple in a park. Karthik would always have his arm on my shoulder while I rested my face on his chest. We would hold hands and talk about anything and everything that happened that day.
Karthik, for the simple guy he was, one would not expect him to be very expressive and demonstrative. But he would steal a few kisses from me when I least expected it. I just loved his spontaneity and surprise kisses.
Surprisingly Karthik was taking this relationship very seriously. I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead. I was enjoying the moment, and I didn’t want to look at the future of our relationship. For now, Karthik was the special man in my life, and I was his woman.
It was quite evident that Karthik was role-playing. But his role-playing was of the extreme kind. Of course, there was chemistry between us, but Karthik was living that role. He would talk about marriage in our lovey moments – how it would be like when he and I were married.
“Marriage! What?” that’s what I would think. But Karthik was already at that stage in our relationship.
During one of our afternoons together, we watched ‘Blue Lagoon.’ Those who have watched the movie will know that it had beautiful sex scenes. All of them were brilliant. Karthik was excited watching Brooke Shields, and the proof of that was the bulge in his shorts.
His grip on my shoulder and arm got tighter as he watched those scenes.
“We should have a baby Chandrika,” he blurted
“What? A baby,” I exclaimed, “That’s impossible by any length of human imagination, not to forget biologically impossible. Aren’t you taking this too seriously?”
“No, I was just…” he said
“What’s going on, Karthik? Since we have been together, I have noticed that you take my fetish for cross-dressing a little too seriously. You have completely forgotten that I am only trying to be a woman. You talk about marriage. Now you tell me you want babies with me. Would you please open up and tell me what’s on your mind?” I said
“No, it is just that I wanted you to know that I love you so much that I would go to the extent of marrying you,” he said
“But babies? You know that’s impossible, and isn’t that taking your imagination too far” I asked.
Karthik was silent and turned his face towards the TV.
“You can only have babies if you have sexual intercourse with real women, you know that, right ?” I asked
Suddenly it occurred to me….
“Wait a minute! Are you asking me for sex?” I exclaimed
Karthik was still looking the other way. I turned his face towards mine and asked him again, “Are you asking me for sex?”
“Yes, I am”, he said. “The first time we kissed, I know you wanted me to do it with you. But I needed time. Since then, I have been thinking about sex. I get really hard when I think about you. I want to take this relationship to the next level if you permit me.”
“Sex is a major commitment Karthik and once done, it cannot be reversed. I have told you before that you have been the object of my sexual fantasies. I want you to know I am willing to have sex so long we are sure we want it. It’s the purest expression of love, and I want it to be that way. So what is it going to be?” I said
“YES, I want sex, and I want my first sexual experience to be with the woman I love, you. I can only think of you when I think of sex only means that my body needs yours. I love you, and I want to make love to you,” he said.
I was floored. My mouth went dry, and my heart skipped a beat.
“OK, I agree. But let’s not plan for it,” I said
“What do you mean ‘not plan for it?” he asked
“I don’t want us to fix a date and time and have sex like machines. I want us to feel like doing it, and we should do it,” I told.
“OK, that’s fine,” he said.
After Karthik left that day, my mind started working on the new challenge. “When and how?”
Karthik’s birthday was on 1st January, and today was 24th November. I decided that his birthday would be the perfect occasion to give him what he wanted. I had about 5 weeks to plan. I wasn’t going to waste any time to start preparing.
This was going to be the first time for both of us. I wanted this to be very special and memorable for us. I needed some coaching in the fine and exquisite art of sex. Boys my age were resourceful and could source video cassettes of blue films.
For the next 5 weeks, I had set myself a plan. First, watch 2 blue films a week for the next 5 weeks, even if they are repeated. Second, stop masturbation for atleast 3 weeks before the grand coitus. Third, do all that is needed to be more feminine. Finally, do not let Karthik get wind of what I was up to.
The first two were easily managed. I did pick up a few things like sex positions and the painful nature of penetrative sex. I did watch some Hollywood flicks to pick up the softer aspects of lovemaking.
For the part where I needed to be more feminine, I knew that there were a couple of areas to improve. I needed to source authentic dresses for that night. I had planned to wear a saree for the first part of the session like always. Then before the act, I would change into something sexy.
I had a few tricks up my sleeve. I visited a costume rental service to pick up some costumes. I told them that we were performing a period play and needed costumes for both the actor and the actress for that period. The fellow at the counter showed me exactly what I wanted to my surprise.
He showed me an Amrapali costume, not the made-up one that I used to wear but an original one. It was complete with the butt-hugging Kashta, a backless and sleeveless matching blouse and all the jewelry to go with it. I decided on a nice white and silver Amrapali.
I also got a Dhoti and Angavastram to go with my Amrapali for Karthik. I told the costume agency that I would pick them up on 29th December and paid them in advance.
As the days rolled by in mid-December, I told Karthik that I was throwing a Birthday party for him on the Midnight of 31st December. I told him that he needed to come home at 10 PM on the 31st. He needs to cook up an excuse for his parents as to why he wont be home from 31st night until 1st January.
“My Birthday is on the 1st, and I have to be home,” he said
“You will reach home before 1st evening, I promise,” I said
“Are we going out somewhere?” he asked
“Yes, we are,” I said.
“By the way, I will lead a celibate life from the 25th to the 1st since we will visit a temple outside Mumbai. I want you to also follow the same celibate lifestyle for that period. We are doing it for our relationship. And don’t mind, since celibacy means no sexual contact, I suggest we don’t meet each other during that period.” I told him
“That’s ruthless, Chandrika. How can we not meet?” he complained
“This is for our good dear, and anyway, we are meeting on 31st night, right,” I told him
To be more feminine, I had been applying moisturizer all over my body to keep it smooth. I learned from the sex videos that the first time would be painful. I knew I had to take precautions. Every day, I started applying a healthy dollop of moisturizer and Vaseline to my man-vagina.” I was sure it would help.
On 29th December, I picked up the costumes from the rental company. I tried it on, and luckily the parts of the dress where waist size, breast size, etc., mattered were elastic, so dress fitting was not going to be a problem.
On the eve of the Big Day, I shaved clean all over my body, face and private regions. After a nice hot water bath, I smeared myself with moisturizer all over my body.
Finally, the big day had arrived. After college, I went straight to the bakery to pick up the cake I had ordered. I had other items I needed to pick up along the way, and by the time I made it home, it was 3 PM. I had asked Maniamma to come home early and complete her work.
I lied to her that I would be out that night with friends and would only return the next evening. By the time Maniamma left, it was 7 PM. I was worried that I might not be ready in time. I rushed to the bathroom to give myself one more quick clean shave and then empty my bowels and a good scrub bath.
A nice healthy moisturizer coat on my whole body was all I needed to make me soft and smooth. As planned, I had already kept one of my Mom’s Kanjeevarum sarees ready for the occasion. It was a nice burgundy saree with a rich, thick gold border. I had a matching blouse to go with it.
It took me a while to dress in the petticoat and the saree pleats. But I got it nice and perfect. I dusted my armpits with sandalwood powder to keep them dry and fragrant. The bra and the blouse were very easy and comfortable.
This time I tried some light makeup. Nothing special just puffed my face and applied moms kajal. I had a bindi to match, and I was ready on time with 15 minutes to spare. Those 15 minutes were the longest ever. I wanted to meet Karthik desperately.
I had not met him in a week, and my hormones were driving me crazy. At about 10:10 PM, I heard his door open. I rushed to the door and switched off the light. I was looking through the peephole, but sadly it wasn’t Karthik. I couldn’t bear it anymore.
Around 10:30 PM, I could hear Karthik talking to his Mom. Karthik pretended to walk down the stairs. Just as aunty shut the door, I opened mine, and Karthik just sneaked in like a thief. The grand event had just started, and what happened during the next 18 hours was unbelievable.
I switched on the night lights, and Karthik was staring at me. He was staring away, and I had to get his attention back. I walked up to him and just kissed him on his cheeks. That shook him up.
“You look stunning and super sexy, dear,” he said.
“Thank you, darling,” I replied.
“How long have you been preparing for this?” he asked.
“Oh, you haven’t seen what’s coming next,” I told him, “Just play along, and you will see,” I told him
Karthik and I sat on the sofa, as was customary in our meetings. He was surely missing me. He was trying to kiss me, and I was avoiding his advances.
“Why? What’s wrong? Why are you not kissing?” he asked.
“I told you, I am trying to maintain my celibacy. By the way, have you done your part?” I asked
“Of course I have,” he said
As we chit-chatted in general, I checked the time. It was 11:50 PM. It was 10 minutes to New years and Karthik’s Birthday. I got up, walked to the kitchen and got the cake to the living room. Karthik was surprised that I had arranged a cake.
“You have been busy planning, I see,” he said
I just smiled. I knew what was going to happen next would blow his brains. I quickly got the cake ready, put the candles on and lit them up.
“Time to blow the candles, darling,” I told him
Karthik blew the candles, cut the cake and put a piece of the cake in my mouth. I gave him a piece, and we hugged each other. I thwarted another kissing attempt from Karthik, and now he was getting suspicious.
“It’s my day, and you won’t kiss your man? That’s not good? What is it?” he asked
“We have just started our celebrations, love,” I told him. “I told you there’s a lot to follow, and you need to play along. Now here is what I want you to do.”
Karthik had a puzzled look on his face.
“It’s time to gift you your birthday present. But before that, you are going to be doing something outlandish,” I told him.
“What?” he asked with a smile.
“You will go to my bedroom. You will find the attire I want you to wear on the bed. I will be going into Mom’s bedroom and changing too. Don’t complain, just wear what you see. You will finish dressing before me. Once you do, come out of the bedroom and switch off all the lights in the house. I want you to be seated in the living room in the dark. Do you get it?” I instructed him
“Since you asked me to play along, I will,” he said.
Both of us moved to our assigned bedrooms. I had left the Dhoti and Angavastram on the bed for Karthik. I was sure he would co-operate. I had planned to the last detail. Everything that I needed was ready in Mom’s bedroom.
I stripped naked and gave myself the moisturizer treatment for my skin and my man-vagina. I wore a white cotton cloth to restrain my love tool and cover my man-vagina. I had seen it on one of the educational tapes.
I then wore the Kashta and adjusted the pleats that go between the legs and get tucked behind. The cotton restraint and the kashta popped my butt out. The blouse was tricky since it did not have a shoulder strap and was backless.
After correcting my little makeup, I looked at myself in the full mirror. I looked stunning. I would want to have sex with the women in the mirror. I wore one piece of an off-white Kerala two-piece saree folded like a dupatta. That dupatta added a sexy feel to the already sensual Amrapali dress I was wearing.
I wanted to get the ambiance to reflect the mood. I could see that the lights had been switched off. Karthik was ready. I had arranged an oil lamp that could burn long and some incense sticks that could burn for a couple of hours. I lit the oil lamp and the dhoop stick in one corner of the bedroom.
I then went to prepare for the next part of this play. I had arranged a small oil lamp, a small piece of sweet and some sandal paste on a plate. No guess there. I was going to perform a small aarti of Karthik. I lit the lamp and checked myself to see if I looked perfect.
I thought I was beautiful. I switched off the bedroom light, and I slowly opened the door. I walked out of the bedroom. I shut the door behind me as I wanted to surprise Karthik with the mood I had created in the bedroom. I walked down the hallway.
The light from the oil lamp on my plate added a touch of mysticism and sensuousness. Upon seeing the faint light in the hallway, Karthik walked across to see where it was coming from. Stunned, speechless and excited, Karthik just stood there looking at me walk towards the living room.
I asked him to sit on the sofa while I stood in front of him. His bare chest and clean body excited me, but he had a huge erection. My dress exposed me perfectly in the right areas. The femineity I exuded had turned him on immensely.
The sexual tension was palpable. Karthik kept looking at me from top to bottom and started to touch me in areas driving me nuts. I controlled my urges and decided to stick to the plan.
“It’s your Birthday, dear, and I want to perform a small aarti,” I said
I don’t think he heard a word of what I said. I wanted to get this over with asap. I quickly performed the aarti, applied some sandals on his forehead and put a piece of the sweet in his mouth. I turned around to leave the plate on the dining table.
The oil lamp was still burning. The living room was dimly but sensuously lit. I suddenly felt a tight embrace from behind. Karthik had his palms on my breast, pushing his pelvis on my butt. He was trying to thrust his love rod into my butt cheeks.
I turned around and placed both my arms on his chest. His strong erection was now rubbing against my restrained organ of pleasure. I was subjected to a few thousand simultaneous low-intensity shocks all over my body. I was getting numb.
“Baby, I need to tell you something. Can you stop making me crazy, please ?” I said
“Yeah, tell me,” he said
“How do you like your birthday present?” I asked
“Where is it?” he asked
“I AM,” I told him. “I wanted to give you something that you will remember for the rest of your life. I know how much you are looking forward to having sex, and we agreed we would do it someday. Today is that day. I offer you my body today as a gift. Make love to me as much as you wish. I will be your loving wife when you and I are together. You expressed your fantasies of marrying me, and I want to give you that experience.”
I pulled out a mangalsutra from the plate and handed it to Karthik.
“Tie this, and I will forever be your wife,” I said. “I have accepted you as my husband. The aarti was me offering myself to you and accepting you as my soul mate.”
Karthik took the Mangalsutra and tied it to my neck. He then took a small pinch of vermillion and applied it to my forehead. I was Mrs. Chandrika Karthik now. It was unreal to be married to a man, a fantasy I always had in my head, but today was real.
“There is only one thing left to do, and you spoke about it before,” I said.
“What is that?” he asked.
“You wanted to have babies with me” I blushed as I said that. “And you know how babies are made, don’t you? Let us start trying for babies now.”
“Chandrika, are you seriously saying that you want us to be a real mating couple?” he asked
“Yes, you are my husband, and you have full right over me and my body,” I said. “Let’s not talk too much now and lose the moment. Come with me. I need you to make love to me now.”
I held his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. The night was about to be set on fire.
I hope you enjoyed reading this episode. I will continue this journey in the next episode. Until then, if you have any feedback, please feel free to post it to [email protected].
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