My Whispers : A Journey of Self-Discovery"

Birth of the girls squad

As the night wore on, Aditi’s teasing and curious glances became more frequent. I could tell she wasn’t just playing around anymore—there was something deeper in her questions, something she was waiting for me to reveal. My heart raced as I realized it was time. Time to tell her everything.

We sat down after dinner, the room filled with the soft clinking of bangles on my wrists and the gentle sound of my anklets as I shifted nervously. Aditi leaned back, her eyes fixed on me, clearly waiting for me to say something.

“You know, Aditi,” I started, my voice barely a whisper, “there’s something I’ve been hiding for a long time… Something I haven’t told anyone, except for one person.”

She raised an eyebrow, her smile soft but knowing. “I figured as much,” she said, her tone gentle, but filled with curiosity. “Go on, I’m listening.”

Taking a deep breath, I began to tell her everything—from my childhood growing up with my female cousins, mother, and aunt, constantly surrounded by their femininity, to the secret moments when I’d sneak into the bathroom to try on their dresses and blouses. I told her about how I had always felt a pull towards their world, fascinated by the way they dressed, their mannerisms, and the way they carried themselves.

Aditi listened silently, her face softening as I opened up. “And then there’s Shruthi,” I said, hesitating for a moment before continuing. “She’s the saleslady at the lingerie store I go to. She… she figured me out one day, and since then, she’s been helping me explore this side of myself. Every weekend, I dress up as Suhasini at her place. We try on sarees, do makeup, jewelry—everything. And it’s not just about dressing up. It’s become a part of me… something I can’t ignore.”

Aditi smiled, her eyes twinkling with understanding. “So that’s why you know so much about clothes, accessories, everything… it all makes sense now.”

I nodded, my face flushed with both relief and embarrassment. “Yeah… I’ve been living this double life, pretending to be just a regular guy during the week and becoming Suhasini on the weekends. But I never expected anyone else to notice.”

Aditi leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at me with a playful yet knowing smile. “You know, I always suspected there was something different about you. I could feel it. Every time we were together, it was like being with one of my girlfriends, not a guy. When I asked you to wear that feminine T-shirt at the mall and you accepted it so easily, I knew I had to push you further. I wanted to see how far you would go.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “And you did. You just kept going, accepting everything I threw at you—bangles, makeup, hairbands, heels. You didn’t even flinch, Suhas,” she said, using my name but with a tone that suggested she saw me in a new light. “Or should I say, Suhasini?”

I blushed, the sound of her using that name catching me off guard. “So you knew all along?” I asked.

Aditi nodded. “I didn’t know exactly, but I had my suspicions. You’re just… different. It’s not a bad thing, you know. I’ve always felt like I was hanging out with a girl when I was with you. You’re so comfortable in this world—clothes, fashion, makeup. I could see that there was more to you than you were letting on.”

She paused, then added, “I wasn’t pushing you to be mean. I just wanted to help you open up, to be honest with yourself, and maybe even with me. And tonight, when you accepted everything so naturally, it confirmed what I was thinking. There’s a girl inside you, and I was just waiting for you to admit it.”

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, like a secret I had been carrying for so long had finally been shared. Aditi didn’t judge me, didn’t laugh. Instead, she accepted me, and that acceptance felt like the warmest embrace.