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#2 in crossdressing (out of 16k)
Vijay unemployed and heartbroken sitting on his couch wondering how he would pay the rent that has been due for 5 months.
Ramesh his landlord, a recent widower in his 50s Knocked on his do...
Ramesh's face lit up with a smile that was both grateful and a little too eager.
He stood up, a little too quickly, and swayed slightly. "Thank you," he said, heading to a back room. "Let me get you the clothes."
Vijay sat, his stomach churning, as he wondered what he had just agreed to. The walls felt closer, the air thicker.
But when Ramesh returned with a pile of saris and blouses, he knew there was no turning back.
He took a deep breath and followed Ramesh to the bedroom, where he would become someone else for an hour—someone who could fill the gaping hole in this man's heart.
In the bathroom, Vijay studied himself in the mirror. He had always felt like a freak because of his breasts, but now, they were his salvation. He took the bra and panty, feeling the soft fabric against his skin.
Surprise flickered in his eyes when he realized that his body was already mostly hairless, save for a few fine hairs on his face.
He took the razor and carefully shaved, feeling the smoothness of his skin.
The panty hugged his curves, and the bra, once a source of embarrassment, now cradled his breasts, creating a surprisingly convincing silhouette.
He looked down and saw the hint of cleavage that mirrored the one his ex-girlfriend had flaunted so proudly.
With trembling hands, Vijay applied a YouTube tutorial's worth of makeup.
He painted his eyes with kohl, lengthening his lashes with mascara, and painted his lips a deep shade of red.
He stared at his reflection, not recognizing the person looking back at him. The transformation was shocking—he looked beautiful, eerily so.
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His eyes searched the mirror for any trace of the man he had been, but all he saw was a woman, one who bore a striking resemblance to the ghost of Ramesh's dead wife.
Finally, dressed in the sari and adorned with the jingling bangles and anklets, Vijay stepped out of the bathroom.
The clinking of the jewelry was the only sound in the apartment. Ramesh sat in the living room, his gaze glued to the TV, though Vijay could tell he wasn't watching it. As Vijay entered, Ramesh's head snapped up, his eyes widening.
"Lakshmi," Ramesh breathed, his voice hoarse with longing. Vijay felt a shiver run down his spine.
He had never liked the idea of crossdressing, but in this moment, he was Lakshmi. "Yes, my sweet husband," Vijay said, mimicking the soft, submissive tone he had heard in his ex-girlfriend's voice. "I am here for you."
The room was silent for a beat, the tension palpable. Then, Ramesh stood up, his movements slow and deliberate.
He walked over to Vijay, his eyes drinking in the sight of the makeshift Lakshmi.
He reached out, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence, caressing Vijay's cheek.
"You look just like her," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Vijay felt a pang of guilt. He knew this was a dangerous game they were playing, but he couldn't deny the desperation in Ramesh's eyes.
He leaned into the touch, letting the man find the comfort he so desperately needed. As the night grew darker, the line between reality and illusion grew thinner, and Vijay found himself lost in a role he never wanted to play.
