I don’t know how long we were there, but it seemed like eternity and it was all about her. As all my protests were ignored, my screams were suppressed and responses rejected. I was just supposed to let whatever was happening go on. When she was done, I was so exhausted that, I didn’t even try to clean up. I passed out because of the exertion and when I woke up, we were in her car park. The door on my side was open. She was kneeling in front of me. But as my senses were coming back very slowly, I soon realized she was not actually kneeling in front of me, but she was actually tidying me up. My hair were now being held by her scrunchie. I could feel they had been pulled back tightly. But my head was still covered with her scarf. My lips were sticky. That’s when I got a glimpse of myself in the rear view on my side. She had freshened up my lipstick. And not just that, I was now also wearing eye liner. When I touched my face, the bangles came into the view. I knew I was wearing them since the cinema, but it also felt like I was now wearing more of them. I saw her hands and I knew why.
As she gave me a hand, I got out of the car and she put her purse on my shoulder. She led me to the lobby. By the time, we entered the elevator, I was completely in my senses. Inside, I got to see my complete self in the reflective walls of the elevator. And it then struck me again, that I was still wearing her blouse. I wanted to stop the elevator and my hand went for the switch but I was late. We were there on her floor. In fact, we were inside her apartment already. It was a private elevator that opened right in the lobby. Still, before I could turn around and run, her two room-mates had stood up to greet me already. They both gave me a very girly hug while kissing in the air with their cheeks against my cheeks. Now just when I was hoping she doesn’t introduce me as her boyfriend, she did. And all I could do was look at my feet in embarrassment. Instead of mockery and humiliation, what I got was an even better reception as one of her roomies said, “I think we just got our fourth roomie. So we should take off that ‘looking for a roomie’ poster from outside the building.” One of them showed me her bathroom and offered me to freshen up.
I was trying to gather what was happening to me. I stood at the bathroom entrance thinking how in just a few hours I became my girlfriend’s girlfriend and roomie, all because of a stupid mistake. It couldn’t be just for the ticket, or was it? I was thinking all this when this girl pushed me inside and not only opened, combed and redid my hair but also started giving me a thorough make-up as if I was not wearing any already. To the extent that she also added a bow headband to my hair and an even thicker coat of lipstick. I started to turn around when she got hold of my wrist. She took the scarf and put it almost like a dupatta on my shoulders. And then took off her own pearl necklace and tied it around my neck. Then she brought me out to the living room by pulling at my wrist.
My girlfriend and the other roomie couldn’t believe their eyes. She held her face with her jaw dropping awe as if they had seen someone from outer space. She then ran towards me and started kissing me right on the lips then and there. It was a long passionate kiss, with me once again giving way to her tongue. This time one of the girls cleared her throat and that’s what brought my girlfriend to her senses. She pulled herself back, stared at my newly made up face, checked me out from head to toe and then pulled me to her own bedroom. She closed the door and went straight for the cupboard. She threw several items on the bed before she put aside a few – a long kurti, a Patiala salwar, matching dupatta, a camisole with inbuilt bra and its matching panties.
Then she kept the rest back in the cupboard, closed it and looked at me with a smirk on her face. I almost screamed, “No! Please! No! You can’t! I can’t! This is! Too much! Too far! Please! I can’t! You can’t!” My nervousness, my anxiety and embarrassment, it was all evident not only by those words but also by the fear on my face. She held my face in her hands. “Look, the entire building lobby and the parking space has CCTV cameras. My father is very serious about guys not allowed in here. If he finds a boy leaving, he is gonna be really mad and I will be grounded. Which I can’t let happen.” I reasoned. “Then let me leave as such. I will reach my place and change there.” She covered the door sensing that I was reaching for it. “You want to leave? Fine. But just keep one thing in mind. My father checks the evening footage every day. You have come here for the first time. If he sees you in there, he will definitely ask to see you once. Now, if you are ready to meet him as a girl, I will drop you home right now. You take these clothes along and come back tomorrow completely dressed. I will pick you up in the morning and also help you with make-up.” She knew I wasn’t going to say yes to any of that. “But if you just want this all to stay between us, you do as we say and I will personally go and delete the footage once you leave. Or I will somehow make sure that my father doesn’t ask about you at all. But you know the price. Just one girls night, tonight.”
I submitted and was soon standing in front of her, in the pink camisole and panties. Then came on the salwar kameez. The kameez or kurti was pink in colour while the salwar was in green. Inside the cups of the camisole, cotton balls were added. I was given anklets to wear. For the shoes, I was given pink satin pumps with my now freshly painted pink toes looking out. The glass bangles in the both the hands were also joined by two heavy gold bangles each. The make-up was redone completely, starting from foundation. Was given blush pink cheeks, shiny green and pink eye shadow, liner was thickened further and the lips were now painted bright and glossy luscious pink. My hair were combed some 500 times before extensions were added to make a thick round bun. A mesh cover and a pink rose then decorated it. The partition went right through the centre which was filled with a long stroke of vermilion right from the front to the back where it ended just above the bun. A maang-tika was placed over it. To the sides of which chains were attached which were further connected to faux gold clip-on earrings. She very much wanted to pierce my ears and nose but my tears and the thought of resulting make-up damage stopped her. So, next came a couple of gold chains followed by a heavy gold necklace. A huge round pink bindi was placed on my forehead. Then came the final touch. The dupatta. The dupatta was coloured in shades of both pink and green and was heavily laced around the edges. First it was placed on my shoulders with both the ends falling behind over each shoulder. While one end was pinned to the shoulder, the other was pulled a little more, taken up, tucked in the bun and secured with a pin. I was then given a purse that hung from my right shoulder and I was brought out into the living room where the roomies were excitingly waiting for us. They saw me and jumped. They gave me several hugs, took me into a huddle, made me pout with them and took several selfies before they had me sit between them as we watched daily soaps.
It was late, but even though I was sleepy, we were all up. In an hour or so, I had just got comfortable with my appearance in their presence when the doorbell rang. I wanted to get up and hide, but both the girls had their arms entangled with mine. My girlfriend got up and answered the door. It was her mom. There was no sign of her dad though. That moment, I wished that the floor opens and engulfs me but, there she was. Standing and staring at this stranger girl in her daughter’s living room. I never thought I would ever want to be introduced to someone as a girl but here I was all dolled up not being able to collect the courage to look back. But what surprised me, in fact shocked me, was what she asked. “Who is this girl lounging around in my salwar kameez at 12 in the night at my daughter’s place?” My girlfriend just looked at me, smiled, looked back at her mom and said as I was keeping my fingers crossed. “Mom, that’s your son-in-law.”
©Sweety Sharma
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