The Hidden Chapters - 8

 

I glanced at the clock—8:30 AM. Normally, by this time on a Saturday, I’d have already spent a good two hours on the badminton court. But today, something was different. Here I was, in a nighty, feeling strangely out of place, trying to navigate this unfamiliar feeling of being in a role I didn’t quite understand. There was a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling in my mind, leaving me uncertain.

Suddenly, Sindhu stood up, her presence steady and comforting. She walked over to me, placed a soft kiss on my forehead, and with a warm smile, said, “You look beautiful today, with the kum kum bindi on your forehead.” Her words snapped me back to the present, grounding me in the moment.

I smiled softly, appreciating the warmth in her voice. Taking both my cup and Sindhu’s, I walked toward the kitchen to place them in the wash basin. As I moved, I could feel Sindhu’s eyes on me, her gaze following my every step. There was something different in the way she looked at me today, a kind of tenderness and attention I hadn’t noticed before.

As I reached the sink, I felt her arms encircle me from behind, pulling me into a tight embrace. “I slept so well last night,” she said softly, her voice filled with a peaceful sense of contentment. “It reminds me of the days back in college with Madhu, when everything felt so free and easy.”

I just took a deep breathe and felt that she is not wearing any dildo and I leaned back slightly, feeling her warmth and the sincerity of her words. “It’s funny,” she continued, “I never thought I’d find someone who understands me like this. You really completes me”

Her arms tightened around me, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to slow down. I turned to face her, and as we stood together in the warmth of the kitchen, we shared a quiet embrace. It wasn’t just about the physical closeness; it was the deep comfort of shared memories, trust, and an unspoken bond that had grown so quickly between us. Our hug lingered, and just as we both began to settle into the peaceful moment, a noise came from the hall. The cook had arrived, and we quickly adjusted, reluctant to break the spell between us.

The cook asked what he should prepare for breakfast, and Sindhu looked at me with a knowing glance. She gently directed him to make idli, with both coconut and groundnut chutneys. With a soft pull of my hand, she guided me toward her room, eager to share something special with me. As we walked, firstly she instructed me to adjust the bra strap which was visible from my shoulder. She began showing me her collection of marriage sarees, one by one. We were so immersed in the ritual of looking through each saree, talking about memories attached to them, that time seemed to fade away. Occasionally, Sindhu would drape a saree over me, laughing and asking me to imagine what I would look like in it.

At first, I was hesitant. I’d never tried silk sarees before, and I had always thought of them as heavy and difficult to manage. But Sindhu’s enthusiasm was contagious, and her gentle persuasion led me to try on a beautiful red saree with a delicate golden border.

Curious, I asked, "What’s so special about the evening?"

With a smile, Sindhu replied, “You’re the lady of the house now. My or our real man wants to see you in the saree?

I was taken aback for a moment. “Who’s this your real man?” I asked, genuinely curious.

She paused for a moment before answering, “Manoj. He’ll be joining us for lunch, he’s on his way.”

Suddenly, I felt a strange tremor in my body, a rush of emotions I couldn’t control. My thoughts spiraled, and I struggled to regain composure. Just then, the cook entered, announcing that breakfast was ready and waiting at the table. Sindhu calmly instructed him to take his meal and rest in his room, promising to call him when we were finished.

As the cook left, Sindhu’s gaze lingered on me—on my eyes, my lips—seeing the tremor still running through me. She must have noticed how my body was shaking, because before I could say anything, she leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, her touch soothing in its simplicity. “Don’t worry about anything,” she whispered. “Just relax.”

She took my hand, she led me back to the table. She made sure I ate, her touch gentle, occasionally brushing against me as I tried to gather myself. Just as I began to feel some sense of calm, the sound of the doorbell broke through the moment. I assumed it was Manoj arriving, and Sindhu asked me to check.

With a sense of unease, I walked to the door and opened it. To my surprise, it wasn’t Manoj. Standing before me was the parlour lady, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. She raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, “Wow… you look so different, so complete. There’s been such a change in you.”

Before I could respond, she pulled me into a tight hug. I felt the pressure of her hands against me, and in that instant, an odd sensation washed over me—was she deliberately checking to see if I was wearing a bra? The moment left me unsettled, and I didn’t know how to react.

Sindhu and the parlour lady exchanged a knowing smile, an unspoken understanding between them. As they shared this quiet moment, Sindhu called cook and instructed him to prepare masala tea for the three of us. She then looked at the parlour lady and said, “Make her even more beautiful today, as a bride. Today’s going to be a special day.”

The parlour lady nodded, understanding the importance of the occasion. Sindhu added, "Can you make sure the wig stays on for at least 24 hours? I don’t want it slipping off, no matter what activity we might be doing today."

At this, the parlour lady let out a loud, amused laugh. “What kind of ‘activity’ are we talking about here?” she teased, her voice laced with mischief.

Sindhu's smile widened, but she didn't immediately answer, the playful tension lingering between them. I could feel the weight of their words and the anticipation in the air, both of them clearly enjoying the playful exchange.

After we finished our tea, the parlour attendant guided me to a private space where she asked me to remove my clothes. Sindhu joined us shortly after. The parlour attendant asked me to lie down on the bed, and she began to assess my needs in a thorough and professional manner."

She removed breast forms and massaged my body and it made me very relaxed. In the meantime, parlour lady opened her box which has multiple toys and showed breast form which mentioned as chewable breast forms.  Later she gave me artificial vagina to wear. She handed over water-based lubricants and heard from their conversations about butt plug. After finishing massage and fixing new breast forms and vagina, parlour lady asked me to wear clothes again except panty. So I wore bra, petticoat and nighty. Sindhu asked me to go to washroom and clean my anal with health faucet. All these things are pretty new for me and I just followed the instructions.

After I came out of the washroom, Sindhu gave me a comforting hug and gently patted my back, which instantly helped me feel more relaxed. She then patiently showed me how to properly attach a sanitary pad to a panty and taught me the right way to remove and replace it. I couldn't help but wonder why I was learning this, but then I realized I was genuinely enjoying it. After all, it's every crossdresser's dream to experience life as a woman. I whispered into Sindhu’s ear, telling her that I was feeling some discomfort from yesterday’s activities, especially when applying water. She smiled softly, instructing me to lie down. Both Sindhu and the parlour lady carefully observed and applied a soothing lubricating gel in my anal hole, which had a cooling effect. It felt incredibly relaxing, easing my discomfort. After 5-10 minutes, parlour lady and sindhu started discussing about something and I turned towards them and found that they are talking about the butt plug and which one will be better for me. I curiously asked them what is the need for all these. Sindhu just looked at me with a big eyes and asking me shut my mouth.  At the end, Sindhu selected the butt plug which has a smaller diameter and its like round shaped cone. Sindhu came towards me and told me that it will be inside you for some time and you should not remove with out my permission. I just agreed as I don’t have any choice.  Sindhu gave another instruction saying when ever I keep butt plug, always need to ensure panty with sanitary napkin.

After all the instructions, Sindhu gave go ahead to parlour lady to go ahead with butt plug. She applied lots and lots of lube gel and it was making me very relaxed and suddenly with one push she kept butt plug in anal. It was like heavy push which was tough to control and my eyes are filled with water.  Sindhu told me don’t worry, you will be relaxed and told me remove after 30-40 mins and she will suggest when to keep it again.  Later on Parlour lady ensured my silicon breasts, silicon vagina in proper place.

The parlour lady carefully adjusted the wig, which looked almost identical and extension to my natural hair, before handing me a panty with a sanitary pad tucked inside. As I was getting ready, Sindhu entered, holding a beautiful navy blue and green cotton saree. The parlour lady's eyes lit up. "Wow! Is this a Mangalagiri cotton saree?" she exclaimed.

"Yes," Sindhu replied with a smile.

Sindhu handed me a soft blue cotton petticoat, and I couldn't resist running my fingers over its smooth, delicate fabric. After slipping into the matching panty, I put on a blue bra and then the petticoat. Next, I carefully unfolded the freshly ironed saree and picked up the blouse. It was a ready-made, stretchable piece—designed to comfortably fit most body types. The blouse had a large bow at the back and exposed my neck elegantly, adding a touch of charm.

Once I wore the blouse, the parlour lady stepped in to adjust it. Under the guise of helping, she also ensured my breasts were properly positioned within the bra and blouse cups for a seamless fit. I took a moment to smooth out the petticoat, making sure there were no folds at the back that might disrupt the drape.

As I began draping the saree, the parlour lady observed me closely. She stepped in to assist while I was arranging the pleats. After a few minutes, she suggested it could look even better. Gently, she undraped and re-draped the saree, this time pulling it a little tighter. The lightweight fabric hugged my figure more closely, enhancing my silhouette and giving the ensemble a polished, graceful finish.

 

Meanwhile, Sindhu had freshened up and tied her hair into a neat bun. She was dressed casually in short jeans and a loose T-shirt. Her eyes widened slightly as she took a long look at me, scanning me from head to toe. Then, she and the parlour lady exchanged a warm hug.

"Sindhu gave her a quick set of instructions—to finish my light makeup promptly and return around 8:00 PM with an assistant." I wasn’t sure what was planned for the evening, but I chose to remain quiet.