Kiran was a very homely boy. The kind almost every parents want. Obedient, good in studies, not so athletic like a 15-16 year old boy should be but the perfect example of a good son. Although his father wanted him to join forces, but his lack of athleticism didn’t let him set that kind of high hopes. So, he was happy thinking that as the boy is good at studies, at least he wouldn’t find it difficult to become a doctor or an engineer when the time comes.
Kiran’s interest, however, was something exactly opposite. He wanted to become a chef. Although he hadn’t set foot in the kitchen ever because his grandmother had made this thing very clear for everyone that the kitchen belongs to the women. So, no men in the house were allowed to enter the kitchen. But every time his mother or other family members would sit down to watch MasterChef, he would get inspired by the craft of those men and women. Plus, he didn’t need to be physically strong to pursue that kind of profession.
Now, one morning when his mom was making bed tea for everyone, Kiran quietly got in and offered to help. His mom knew his interest but immediately asked him to leave as he would get a real scolding if grandmother saw him in the kitchen. He knew he had done this before and every time she got angry. Well, so here he was with his mom in the kitchen offering to filter the tea and pour it in the cups when his grandmother came. She looked angry but she left. Kiran thought maybe he has finally got the permission. But a minute later, grandmother came and started doing something he had never expected. She brought a golden dupatta and pinned it on his shoulders. She then asked him to serve tea to everyone. His father got so angry that he refused to take any tea. It was like his dreams had shattered. Grandfather took it easy and he only ended up laughing.
His sister laughed but she immediately got up and hugged him. “I always craved a little sister. It seems I have one.”
Surprisingly, this didn’t bother Kiran much. In fact, he went pink. Then his mother asked him to sit there only and all three of them started having tea in his sister’s room. His sister kept on laughing. They all had just finished the tea and the mother was about to take the tray when grandmother walked in. She was still angry. This time she had brought bangles. Her diamond studded golden bangles. Before anyone could say or Kiran could protest, granny was putting two bangles on his right wrist. While doing so, she gestured his sister to put the other two bangles in his second wrist. He tried to pull back but maybe this was the first time when he was regretting not working on his physique. Now seeing her son wearing a golden dupatta and bangles, even the mother couldn’t hold herself back. She took off her own bindi and placed on Kiran’s forehead.
Now, the granny spoke. “I know you know how to cook. I have evidence that you have been sneaking into the kitchen to practice cooking when nobody is home. So, today your sister and mother will relax. And you will join me in the kitchen to cook all the three meals. But first things first, now that you have got entry into the kitchen. You have to follow the rules. You will not enter the kitchen if you don’t bathe in the morning. After that, every time you walk into the kitchen during the day, you should be wearing those bangles, dupatta and the bindi. You will wash your head with shampoo daily and before entering the kitchen, you will wrap your head in a towel like your mother and sister do. And if you want to become a chef, before you apply for any college, you will get a proper and complete kitchen training from your mother and sister and will obey whatever they say. Only once you have mastered the art like a housewife, like your mother, you will be given permission to apply for hotel management. We are not going to waste our money on an experiment. Also, the day your mother tells me that you have learnt everything about maintaining a kitchen, for one month starting that day, you will cook all three meals. You will also do the dishes and clean the kitchen every morning and every night before going to bed. The menu will be decided by your mother and me. However long this whole thing takes, months or a year, for this entire time period you will be treated as the daughter of the house. We will all from this very moment, address you as a girl and you will reply like one. Do you agree? Do you agree?”
She kept on asking while Kiran was lost in his own thoughts and his mother and sister were listening to granny with their jaws dropped in shock. They had not expected this at all. Suddenly, granny slapped Kiran to bring him out of his thoughts.
As he rubbed his cheek, granny continued. “This was the last slap you got in this house if you are going to agree to what all I said. Because nobody slaps a girl in this house, it’s against our family laws.”
Granny could see that this is probably too much for the young lad. So she gave him another deal. “You have one more proposition. If you are not really sure you can go to such limits to fulfil your dream, then there’s one way you can figure this out.”
Kiran was hoping for some relaxation in the rules and regulations but to no avail. Granny continued, “Starting now till next Sunday, which means for one week, you will live in this house like a complete girl. That means, you will not only help your mother and sister in the kitchen work, but all the household chores. Like cleaning, ironing, washing, grocery shopping etc. And like a complete girl means dressed like one too. You are almost the same size as your sister. So you will share her wardrobe for a week. But it’s not your wardrobe. So, you will wear whatever she gives you to wear. Without a question, without any argument or tantrums. Like my sweet little grand daughter. She will help you look presentable with some makeup too, if she wants. So, on the 8th day, right here in this room, we will ask you again the same question. Are you going to go the extra mile to fulfil your dream? If your answer is yes, your real journey as a daughter will begin. And if your answer is no, then you can simply get back to what you were studying and will promise not to enter the kitchen again. One more thing. If your answer is yes, you will be a fulltime girl at home for the entire period of your preparation for becoming the chef. So? If you are ready, just go to the bathroom, start taking bath while we keep your clothes ready for the day.”
Kiran took a long sigh and went inside the bathroom hoping that they don’t come up with anything too feminine. Granny shouted from outside. “We will leave your clothes on the bed and close the door. So you can just step out and get ready once you are done. Or just knock if you need any help with the clothes.”
After a long bath of about 30 minutes which actually was only 10 minutes of bathing and 20 minutes of thinking, he reluctantly opened the door and stepped out to realise that nobody was there, except his outfit for the day.
Exactly one hour later, mom was all smiles when she saw her daughter rolling chapatis and her sky blue bangles jingled with every movement. His pink painted nails shined as her slender fingers rolled on the handle of the belan. Her half pink, half sky blue dupatta was trying to fly away and would often cover her eyes as the wind from the windows played with it. As she adjusted the dupatta with the back of her hands, she went pink each time. And her pink lipstick almost reflected in his cheeks. The pearl studded hair clips in her boy cut hair looked too cute. Her sister stood in the corner smiling to see Kiran’s thin legs encased in a sky blue choodidaar and his upper encased in a body hugging satin pink sleeveless kurti with a deep neck and deep back, the shoulder straps of which were held by two strings at the back. As the shoulder straps of the kurti were thin themselves, they couldn’t hide the straps of Kiran’s pink bra. In fact, even the lace on the top edges of the bra cups were showing just above the piping of the neck. The bra was not really Kiran’s size, so the straps were continuously digging into her shoulders too. This made her frequently move her shoulders in weird yet funny manner as if she was tied with a rope and she was trying to free herself.
Kiran’s mother would walk in again and again and kiss her new daughter. This was not enough for granny, so while Kiran was at work, she also came and changed her slippers with her mom’s flat sandals and also tied an anklet around each ankle. Kiran’s painted pink toes in the open toed sandals were now also screaming girl. This humiliation Kiran had himself implicated because of his mistake went all the day long. For making him wash and cut vegetables to making his video while doing the dishes with his new feminine hands and unintentionally wiping the sweat off his forehead with his dupatta, it was all not just making him embarrassed but actually making him more and more shy like he was a born girl.
As the dinner got over, Kiran was forced to sit with the ladies of the house to watch TV serials while sister constantly teased Kiran by asking about the outfit or makeup of random serial characters. “Kiran, she is wearing a lovely saree, no? Would you like to have a similar one? You are imagining yourself in that saree, right?” The teasing continued and neither mom nor granny came to his rescue.
After the last serial was over, Kiran was asked to boil and serve milk to everyone in their rooms and he did so. When he went to wish his grand mother good night, she ordered him to go to his sister and ask for the most feminine nighty for himself. Sister happily gave him one. As Kiran came out of the bathroom in his satin pink nighty with lots of lace around the bodice as well as the bell sleeves showing off the jingling sky blue glass bangles, sister offered him a set of matching pink bangles. He knew he wasn’t allowed to say no. So he complied like a good girl. After getting her sister Kiran ready for the bed, she offered him to sleep in her room only. Kiran sighed and slipped under the satin sheets next to her sister. Kiran was about to turn around and sleep when her sister made her turn back. “Let me spend this night with my sister, please.” And she started talking to Kiran about all girly things she could while she kept on playing with Kiran’s bangles and clips and necklace and hair clips. As Kiran couldn’t control and fell asleep, her sister smiled and said to the sleeping Kiran. “I know just what I want you to wear tomorrow.”
©Sweety Sharma from Crossdressing Tales
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