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Varsha and Raji plan a secret trip to Kerala to celebrate Chamayavilakku, a dream festival for all indian crossdressers. Click here to read all the parts of this story. This story is contributed by our lovely reader, Lakshmi Seetha. We have not edited this story in any way. All rights for this story belong to the original author.
Excited by my curiosity, Amrith quickly pulled up a chair and explained that the festival is where men dress like women to offer prayers to goddess and how it has been safe haven for cds like us to enjoy our femininity in public without any fear. I was very intrigued by his prospect, but the fear of exposing me in public gripped my heart. My previous experience in public with my sister flashed before me and made my stomach churn. With placements done, final projects came into picture and everyone paid attention towards the project completion.
Being in final year, we hostelers were allowed to travel outside in weekdays provided the purpose of travel was solely for project. Me and Amrith decided to exploit this point for our benefit and applied individually for 1 week travel. As both of us had no black marks in our college profile, our teachers permitted us to travel which made us even more excited about the trip.
Soon the anticipated day arrived, me and Amrith packed our bags and began our trip. From there, we will take a train and reach Kerala for festival. We reached his hometown by bus and he took me to an apartment, which I later learned from him that the apartment was a get-together place for cds during session. The apartment was filled with tons of wigs and costumes of different varieties, which made stand still for a moment in admiration. Snapping out quickly, I opted for a shoulder length wig and a black saree laced with golden embroidery and a matching blouse.
While, Amrith decided to opt for a kerala style saree and blue blouse. After packing our dress and makeup, we boarded our train and reached kerala the next day by 4am. Since Amrith had booked our stay before hand, we reached the hotel by cab without any fuss. It was a three star hotel with facilities adequate enough for us to stay. Exhausted due to travel, I dozed to sleep without noticing anything around me. Amrith woke me up at 2 in the afternoon, with lunch. As I began to devour my meals, I saw him unpacking our dress and other make up times on the bed.
Mean while, I finished my lunch and arranged the makeup items in orderly fashion near mirror, also combed the wig to give it a good look. Amrith came out of bath and signaled me to refresh.
He began to work on his transformation as I went to refresh. After 20 minutes, I came to outside to see him doing final corrections to his dress.
Since this was first time seeing him as woman, I was truly stunned by his elegance. Neatly pleated saree and perfectly tucked breast forms gave me chills. Icing on the cake was his no-hair hands and tight hair bun with jasmine flowers wound around it, giving a feminine vibe. The feminine tone in which he replied back stunned me again as I began to realize he has truly become a SHE. Raji quickly helped me in wearing the saree. Since I like braids, she braided my hair and tucked the flowers she had bought.
Finally the makeup was over by 5: Once we were satisfied with makeup, we decided to walk to the temple. Without any fear, Raji stepped out of the room and began to walk towards lift. Still haunted by my first public experience, I stood still near the door with my head poking outside to see if anyone was watching us. As we were about to leave the hotel, the manager saw us and smiled. Still holding her hand, I smiled back nervously and quickly bowed my head.
As we reached the temple, I was surprised to see many men dressed in different attires holding lamps and offering prayers. She told me wait there and went to buy tickets and other necessary items. Though I was nervous to wait alone, I felt like I was at home among them.
I became calm and slowly began to enjoy the things around me. Some local men who were drunk approached me which made me nervous. How are you? Angered by my actions, they quickly grabbed my hand and began to touch me inappropriately. I tried to break away, but my actions were futile. In distance, Raji saw my plight and came running towards me. She pushed one of the men to the ground and began to shout at them. Seeing this, people around us came to our help and chased those men away. The entire evening was an exhilarating experience for me.
Amid all sounds around me, I felt an unusual calmness and even gained confidence to roam around alone. But, the most important thing I truly experienced was my femininity. My feelings poured out in abundance which could not be described in words but could only be felt.
After offering our prayers, Raji introduced me to other well known cds who had also come to offer prayers. Though I had chatted with them multiple times, this was my first time meeting all of them in person.
Together, we began to stroll in the market to buy gifts. After purchase, we decided to dine in nearby restaurant. Though time passed quickly, we did not even bother to go back for sleep, as we wanted to cherish each moment.
The next day, all of us gathered again in a park and spent our day there. Raji was surprised and proud to see me come out of shell and mingle with others. Since we had to catch train in the evening, we thanked others for showing a great time and left to hotel.
After boarding our return train, me and Amrith thanked each other for making this trip a good one. Amrith promised me that next year will be even more fun. But, little did he know that this would be the last time we both will visit this place. Like Liked by 1 person. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account. Notify me of new comments via email.
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