Chapter 20 - Making plans and getting ready

Vidhya, my wife was understandably worried.  I was planning to meet Shobha as both the fictional female Radha and the real husband Radha in a single meeting.  How was I going to do that?

I told Vidhya that I planned to send Radha - her husband - on a business trip while Radha - Vidhya's sis-in-law - was to meet Shobha in person.  Then she would make the excuse of changing and call from the personal telephone extension in our bedroom on the 1st floor the general telephone at home and speak as the brother to Shobha and make an excuse of not being able to meet in person as his work took longer than anticipated. The sister meanwhile would change and come down and escort Shobha accompanied by Vidhya to buy sweets at some of the stores in Mangalore City.

There was also the background story of where my sister Radha stayed - with my parents or with us.  I told Vidhya that normally Radha stayed with my parents but since Shobha was visiting and wanted to meet the male Radha as well, she was spending the day in her brother and sister-in-law's home.  Shobha was to be hosted in Radha and Vidhya's home.

But the secret of the single Radha becoming man and woman would remain secret - after all Shobha was a journalist - the most untrustworthy of humankind.

For the home meeting, I wanted to wear the formal salwaar khameez that I had bought in Bombay along with the long line bra during Shobha's visit.  And I would change into the informal one when I would make the phone call.

Since Shobha's visit was at such short notice, we had to scramble to get me ready.  Luckily since my body hair grew rather slowly, I did not need to go through yet another hair removing exercise - I was ready already!  (Moreover, Vidhya would have felt any stubble when we were intimate in bed.)

The problem was how to handle the servants.  Of course, Saroja our resident maid (who moved to our home from my parents) and her husband (who was now our driver) were privy to me sometimes being en-femme. She told Saroja that she should take charge of all work on the day of Shobha's visit because I was going to be en-femme.  By now, she knew better than to ask any questions.

The night before Shobha was to leave Bombay, she called up again and spoke to Radha (the woman) informing her that her schedule in Mangalore was totally packed and that she would be able to spend only 3 hours from 10 am to 1 pm on Saturday.  We told her that we would send our car to pick her up and that she would be dropped wherever she wanted at the end of her visit to our home.

The next day, we woke up very early.  Vidhya unfortunately had a bit of nausea due to morning sickness.  We decided that we were not going to tell her parents about this until Shobha had left and I had changed back to male mode.  So during the visit, Vidhya would need to rest for a little which would require me to gossip with Shobha.

In the time that Vidhya got ready in the main bedroom, I had an early shower and had all my female attire properly laid out for me in the spare bedroom.  During the shower, I examined the parts that were going to be exposed very critically.  I realised I would need a nailpolish on my nails to complete the picture of femininity.

Drying myself completely, I stood in the nude in our bedroom to which our bathroom was attached.  First the loin cloth, then a pair of printed panties.  Then the long line bra which I wanted to wear for getting a nice figure.  I filled up the cups with the breast forms and sat down to make up my face at the dressing table that was primarily Vidhya's.  Foundation, blusher, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara - one by one each got used.  In about 30 minutes, my face was all made up.

Now it was the turn of the hair.  I was going to tie up my hair in a bun.  Using the thermocole wig stand, I tied up the long hair on the wig into a neat bun.  Next it was the black hair band on which the wig was to be attached.

Before attaching the wig, I chose to wear my salwaar and my khameez to preclude my hair getting dislodged.  After adjusting the salwaar to the right length at the hem and the khameez for the right placement, placed the wig on my head.  Within a minute, I was using bobby-pins to attach the wig firmly to my head.  A quick look told me I looked beautiful.

Some finishing touches remained - Bindi, more lipstick, arranging some of the currls of the wig on the side of my face, jewellery - necklace, bangles, clip on earrings and anklets and a ladies wrist watch that was very delicate on my wrists. Last of all, I applied nail polish on my toenails and then on my fingernails.  I chose to use the hair dryer to speed up the drying process.  I took out the purse that I had used on my Bombay trip and transferred their contents to one of Vidhya's purses whose color matched my dress. To that I added the lipstick I had just used and the powder that I had finished off my make up with.

I called Vidhya to the bedroom and she eyed my appearance critically.  She liked my appearance.  Vidhya was seeing me for the first time in the new salwaar khameez because I had not modelled it for her after my return from Bombay.  She thought that my choice of clothes was good - the outfit not only fit me correctly but also suited me for the color and style.  She was surprised at my lack of waist and enhanced hips.  I pulled up the khameez and showed her the long line bra. Vidhya made me promise her to take her to Bombay after delivery to buy one for her too so that her waistline did not appear motherly.

We were going to have a light breakfast before Shobha's arrival and the full breakfast - more like a brunch with Shobha.

At about 7 am Shobha had called and told us that her flight landed at Mangalore Airport at 9. We assured her she would be received by our driver and me.

After breakfast, I needed only a pair of sunglasses to make the picture complete.

Chapter 21

Table of contents

Chapter 19 - Shobha calls

 

After bidding Shobha goodbye, I returned to my hotel with my purchases.
 

I was eager to try out all of them.  And now that my purpose of trip was over, I had no real need to stay back in Bombay any longer.  But I could not resist a few hours of primping and preening in my new clothes.

After locking my room door, I placed all the bags on the bed - which had been made in my absence - sat on the chair - a little tired from my exertions.

Reaching out to the bags, I took out all the bras from their cardboard boxes and plastic bag and the Salwaar khameez sets from the plastic bag.

I laid them neatly side by side on the bed as sets.

Next I unpinned my pallu and let the saree fall.  I was standing in front of a large mirror in the room and the sight of me with my blouse fully exposed was quite a turn on.  I removed the saree from where it was tucked in my petticoat and put it on the bed away from the new clothes.

Untying the drawstring of my petticoat, I let it fall at my feet as I stepped out.  I was now standing in panties and blouse.  I reached for the hooks on the blouse, undid them and peeled them off - taking care to undo the press buttons on the shoulder.

My new white bra looked great on me.  My breast forms had small protuberances for nipples and their outline was plainly visible on the tips of the bra cups -mmmm!

Now I picked up the black bra.  Taking care to remove all the labels, I unhooked the white bra I was wearing and put on the black bra.  It needed a little adjustment on the shoulder on the straps.  Once I was done, I examined myself in the mirror and I was immensely satisfied.  The tailoring and the fitting was abso-perfect!

Taking it off, I picked up the longline bra.  I placed the breast forms on the bed.  Removing all the labels on this bra, I slipped my arms through the straps and started hooking it upwards from the lowest hook.  As I reached up, I stopped, picked up the breast forms and placed them inside the cups - taking care to position them correctly.  And then I continued the hooking.

Once done, I stood in front of the mirror and examined myself.  The bra cinched my waist in a manner that it gave me a near hourglass figure. My panties on my hips appeared positively womanly.  And all the hair that I had removed helped too.

Clad in the long line bra and panties.  I reached for the salwaar of the first set. Pulling over my hips, I realised that a Salwaar is one of the most comfortable garments to wear.  Unlike all the tight trousers that constrain us males, the salwaar is effective in covering a woman completely in the most aesthetic manner without compromising on the comfort.

Next I picked up its corresponding Khameez and unfastened its shoulder hooks. I slipped the Khameez over my head and pulled it down over my breasts and over my hips.  Reaching out to the shoulder, I re-fastened the hooks and picked up the matching dupatta.

Placing the  dupatta demurely over both my breasts, I examined myself in the mirror.  I was amazed.

I looked gorgeous.  The man I was would love the woman I had become!

I was very tempted to continue as female on my flight to Mangalore, but I did not want to risk it.

Now I took off these clothes and tried the second Salwaar Khameez.  That too made me look great.  While the first was for slightly less formal occasions, this second one was ultra-formal.

In this dress, I started doing all the womanly chores that I had to do.  I hefted the suitcase on to the bed and placed all my new purchases and my other clothes neatly into the bag - taking care to separate the used and the unused. As I was going to change into my male attire, I kept that set outside the bag.

Finally, I took off the khameez and folded it along the creases which had still not become obliterated. I did the same for the Salwaar as well.  I took off my wig and folded it properly.  I unhooked the bra and pull out the breast forms from its cups.  And finally I pulled down my panties.  The loin cloth was still in place.  I took that off too.  My jewels were finally free and dangling in their male glory!  Which reminds me - I had taken off my jewellery earlier before starting the trials in my room

Now I sat to remove my make up.  The wig was already off.  I took off my lashes, then around the eyes, the lips and then finally the face.  Now, I removed the nail polish.  I had a long shower taking care that every pore of my face was cleared of any makeup and my face was just my face with NOTHING on it.

Drying myself, I wore my briefs, vest and other male articles of clothes.  I combed my hair and used a male deodorant.

Now I set to pack all my things.  Everything was feminine.  Bras, panties, blouses, saree petticoats, sarees, a wig, bangles, necklaces, earrings even footwear!  The only male articles were my shaving set and the clothes that I was wearing!

Since my room was completely paid for, I picked up my luggage and briskly walked out through the reception.  No one stopped me. I hailed a taxi that typically wait in hotel foyers and asked to be taken to the airport.  From the airport, I called up the hotel and speaking in my feminine voice informed them that I had left the hotel and that they can now set about cleaning it.  I confirmed that the room was fully paid for - there were no incidentals except for the breakfast which was paid by my office on phone during the day.

I had an uneventful flight back to Mangalore.  Our driver was waiting and we went home without a word.  My wife was waiting to have dinner and eager to hear about my adventures.

After dinner, we watched TV for a few minutes and then retired to our bedroom where I narrated all the details to my wife.

Feeling really tired, I fell fast asleep almost immediately after switching off the lights.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed and was having breakfast when I was told that there was a long distance call from Bombay.

In my male voice I said, "Hello, this is Radha."

A female voice at the other end said, "Oh Hello, I wanted to speak to Miss Radha - your sister."

"One minute" I said and told my wife I was going to take the call from the bedroom.  I also suggested that she should listen in on a parallel line but not make a sound and winked.

Puzzled, she got up as I went to our bedroom.  I picked up the receiver and in a feminine voice, I said, "This is Radha. Who's calling?"

"Radha this Shobha - remember from Bandra in Bombay yesterday at the store?" she asked.

"Oh of course!" I answered in my feminine voice.  "How are you?"

"Fine" she said. "Listen, this call is getting charged by the second, I just want to tell you that my first trip to Mangalore is scheduled for this coming weekend!  And I wanted to meet  you and your brother and his wife."

"Sure!" I responded.  "We insist that you should stay with us!"

"Not for the entire trip but I will definitely spend a day with you all and you can feed me all the Mangalorean delicacies."  She answered.

"Definitely.  You have our home number too now. Call me with details as soon as you have them.  I am available at this time of the day and after 730 pm in the evening.  I am so excited!" I gushed.

"Bye then.  Expect a call from me in a couple of days"  She said and we hung up.

My wife rushed to the bedroom and asked me, "How will you manage that?"

"I have a plan." I told her.

Chapter 20

The visit