Feminine

Punishment 2

As Jitin and Kajal drove back home, Kajal couldn't help but marvel at her father's acting skills. "Wow, Dad," she exclaimed, "you were amazing! I can't believe you pulled off that transformation so convincingly."

Jitin, still basking in the afterglow of his successful impersonation, chuckled softly. "Thank you, my princess," he replied in his feminine voice, his voice laced with affection. "I would do anything for you."

Changing to the subject, Jitin suggested they stop at the market to pick up some groceries before heading home. Kajal readily agreed, still caught off guard by her father's unexpected display of femininity.

At the market, Jitin navigated the aisles with ease, selecting fresh vegetables, fruits, and household supplies. Kajal, observing her father's efficiency and grace, felt a surge of admiration and gratitude. It was as if she was witnessing a different side of her father, a side that was both nurturing and capable.

As they made their way back to the car, laden with groceries, Kajal couldn't shake off the feeling that she had seen her father in a whole new light. He was no longer just her father, the strict but loving disciplinarian. He was also a woman, a mother figure who possessed a quiet strength and resilience that Kajal had never fully appreciated.

Arriving home, Jitin and Kajal unloaded the groceries, their steps light and hearts filled with a newfound understanding. The day's events had brought them closer, revealing a depth of connection that neither of them had fully realized.

Upon returning home, Jitin was greeted by Shweta, who eagerly inquired about his day at school. Jitin, still feeling the lingering effects of his transformation, chuckled softly and replied, "It was quite an experience, Shweta. Surprisingly, no one recognized me."

Shweta's eyes sparkled with curiosity, her attention drawn to the mention of Mr. Sharma. "And how was your encounter with Mr. Sharma?" she asked, her tone laced with anticipation.

Jitin, taking a deep breath, decided to come clean about the events that had transpired. He recounted Kajal's altercation with a fellow student and the subsequent punishment of suspension. He then revealed the unexpected turn of events, admitting that Mr. Sharma had demanded a kiss in exchange for lifting Kajal's suspension.

Kajal and Shweta's eyes widened in disbelief as they absorbed Jitin's confession. Kajal, her voice laced with shock, exclaimed, "You kissed Sharma sir?"

Shweta couldn't suppress a chuckle, her amusement evident in her voice. "Don't worry, Kajal, this isn't the first time for your dad. He used to kiss a lot of guys during college dramas, all in the name of role-playing."

Jitin, feeling slightly embarrassed, interjected, "That was different, Shweta. This was drama; this was real-life, and I was being taken advantage of."

Shweta, her tone softening, offered her support. "I know, Jitin. I told you Mr. Sharma was trouble. But tell me, how was the experience of kissing him?"

Jitin, catching Shweta's mischievous glint, couldn't help but smile. "Well, I have to admit, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would."

Kajal and Shweta burst into laughter, their amusement echoing through the room. Jitin, joining in their mirth, explained that he had to play his feminine role to perfection to achieve his goal. Moreover, he had no choice but to comply with Mr. Sharma's demand to save Kajal from suspension.

Shweta, her voice filled with understanding, reassured Jitin. "It's okay, Jitin. As long as you enjoy it, that's all that matters."