Fiction Story (Part 1 & 2 )

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Part 1

And I became a woman

By Malika

I quietly walked down the street. It was quite late…I checked my wristwatch…it was 2.30 am…I had been out since almost an hour.

Wow! I said to myself…

Finally I was out of the closed confines of my room. I was walking on the street dressed in a dark orange cotton saree with a black n gold zari border and a matching blouse with short sleeves, a design I had seen in movie with Aishwarya Rai.

I had bought this saree a few months ago at a sale in Cymroza Art Gallery in Warden Road.

It had been a very daring move on my part to go there and buy a saree for me. The shop was full of women who had come to get a bargain deal. At first, when I entered I felt a little dry in the throat…they must be thinking I was some hijra, especially with my slim body, clean shaven face, shoulder length hair look. I was wearing a T shirt and jeans...it did give me an androgynous look. I took a deep breath and squeezed between the women and tried to see the sarees hanging from the hangers. They did not really care…they would push and try to reach for a saree. So I thought to hell with it…and I did the same.

After seeing a few, I saw this orange one…it looked gorgeous. I pulled it out and started looking at the 'pallu'. I could see that that a 30+ woman standing next to me was eyeing it too. She then asked if I was taking it…I looked up at her she was quite pretty. She was wearing a blue chiffon bandhani print saree. "Yes!" I said.

She smiled and said that it was very pretty saree and a good choice. I looked at her for signs of mockery but she was being very honest. Well, that's it, its was no big deal I had been to a woman's store and got my own saree. I decided to get another one. Who knows if I could muster up enough guts to go out and buy one again? I squeezed through the women, my orange saree hanging on my left arm and went towards some pastel coloured sarees. I flicked through them slowly and gave them a more examining look.

I had all the time…I imagined myself wearing the orange saree with a black leather purse hanging on a long strap over left shoulder, my sun glasses hitched up on my head holding back my long straight hair. I saw a pink one with a red border…it was a Bengali saree…wow! was it gorgeous. I picked both of them and walked towards the counter…

I saw a table piled with blouse pieces…I decided to go and pick up two for my sarees. A woman who seemed to be the person running the sale kept looking hard at me.

So I looked up to her and smiled. "Do you need some help?" she said.

"Yes…I want…" She cut in, "Nice choice…they are very sweet your sarees"

" My sarees! Oh god! I thought.

"Well!…In choli pieces I think this will go very well with the orange one and…"she looked through the pieces on the table and pulled out a burnt red one with a dark yellow embroidery work on the border.

"So do you like them?" she asked me.

I agreed with her they were a perfect match.

Then she looked at me and said "Who are you buying these sarees for?"

I was taken aback by her remark…Why was she asking me that? "For my…err sister…" I said. "Okay…what is the colour of her skin?"

She asked "Well…Like mine". I mumbled.

The lady in the blue chiffon saree, I crossed sometime back was now standing next to me… She had three sarees that she had chosen on her arm.

The owner of the sale put the black blouse piece on my shoulder as to make it look like the arm of a choli. I looked surprised.. what was she up to?

She then opened the orange saree and put the pallu over my other shoulder and spread the saree across my chest. She had an evil smile on her face. "Hmm! Look nice with this skin colour! Don't you think so?"

The other lady looked at me and said "Very pretty! I suits very well."

The owner then took the other blouse piece and saree and did the same thing. I was petrified. But I just let her do what ever she wanted.

"Very pretty!… Hold up your hand so that the pallu does not fall dear." I obeyed her.

I was standing there with a saree over my shoulder with my right bent upwards supporting the pallu.

The other woman said "You look very cute. Is it for you?" She was smiling looking at the owner who was giggling. I said "No, no… I was…Just…"

The owner cut in "its for his 'sister'…" "Oh I see, if the sister is as pretty as you, she will look very cute" said the other woman.

"Its okay…don't worry." The owner said reassuringly.

So I paid and ran out. I could hear the women giggling behind or did I imagine it.

On after thoughts, I had enjoyed it. It was what I wanted to enter into the woman's world, feel, act like a woman, so I had got my first taste of living it with someone else…and after all who cared…

I would never see them again.

In their mockery or 'sweet fun' they had made me a part of their world…I was no longer the 'Male' who was threatening to them, but was a woman in their eyes or a whatever, but they had figuratively castrated me for that moment.

Well, Walking on this dark lonely street was scary but it was the best thing I could do. I had dressed up completely with glass & silver bangles, silver earings, silver necklace, make up, eye-liner, lip stick. All these years of practicing my make up could turn me into a pretty gorgeous woman. I have left my hair loose they fell over my shoulder.

Woman…wow!, I was a woman walking out in a public place.

I had sneaked out of my house after making sure that everyone was asleep. I turned the corner of street and came up towards the main road.

A few taxis were parked on the street corner. The drivers sleeping inside them. I walked past them my heels clicking making a deafening sound. I continued confidently…feeling the enormous joy of being out.

A car was coming my way slowly. I continued to walk but my pace had increased…I was scared…I suddenly felt vulnerable…weak…as a woman would feel…after all it was late.

The car slowed down near me…I continued walking…my heart pounding away…Oh no!…what's going to happen now.

 

Part 2 (June 2002)

I continued to walk keeping a steady pace. I took my pallu and covered my other shoulder, something I had seen women do, some kind of feminine way of protection, of cover. I did it almost naturaly in this situation where I felt threatened.

The car, a Tata Sumo, now was almost at my level and was cruising at my speed. I turned my eyes to look towards the occupants. There were three or four figures in the car.

Aay!...someone shouted from the car.

I ignored it and continued now at a faster pace. I had to keep walking straight.

"Darling! Kaha ja rahi hai?"

Oh God! I was in deep trouble. What did they want? Then I realised it was normal, for them I was a woman walking alone in the night on a lonely street...I was easy game for them.

I cursed myself for having taken this step.

The car drove up a little furthur and stopped...I was wondering what to do..should I run...but dressed like this I felt vunerable...they would catch up with me. I thought of turning around but I decided to go on on my way...anyways that was the way to my house.

As I neared the level of the car a man two men got out and came towards me.

"Hello Mam? Do you want a lift?" said one of them.

They were about 40 to 50 years old ...

They were now blocking my way.

I could see their eyes studying me.

Then a female voice from the car startled me. "Kya kar rahay ho? Chalo na?"

I looked towards the car a woman about 25 years looked out through the back window.

One of them came towards me. He studied me carefuly a smile appeared on his face.

"Chal hamray saat! "he ordered me.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to die. My lips were dry as parchment paper.

The man then took my hand and pulled me towards the car. I tried to struggle but i was powerless in his large hands and mainly in fear.

I let out a small cry...In my male voice.

The man was startled...he looked at me bewidered.

The woman from the car looked at me and said "Ye to Hijra hai!" She started to laugh.

The man got very angry that I had fooled him with my looks. I thought he was going to hit me when the other man intervened.

He came close to me and put his hand under my face and held it up as if to check it. he looked at me. My eyes met his. I tried to give a defiant look.

He smiled..."Hijra hai lekin chikni hai!"

The other one calmed down, he looked and said "To Rani, aurat baneka bahut shouk hai kaya?"

I looked at him angrily.

The woman came out of the car. She was quite pretty. She was wearing an black organza saree with a sleeveless blouse. She had long dark hair up to her waist. She looked at me from head to toe.

She said " Ye dhandaywali nahi lagti"

then to me "Kya dhanda karti hai kya?"

I said "Nahin", my voice was such a croak that it almost sounded feminine.

"Nam kya hai?" she asked...her voice had taken a gentler tone.

"Malika..." I told her, my femme name. I thought I should not give away my real identity.

"Kya kaam karti hai?"

"College"

The men were getting a little restless. "Chalo...!"

The woman looked at me and smiled. "Chal hamaray, saat."

"Mujhe nahin ana hai, please mujhe chor do.." I was sobbing.

The man came towards me " Arey chal..nahin to bahut marunga"

The woman stopped the man who was raising his hand to strike me.

"Malika, dekh ye log tujhe chodengay nahin, tu chal hamarey saat aur phir tujhe kuch nahin hoga, mein gaurentee deti hoon."

I looked at the men they looked very tough and strong. I thought for a while and decided to go with them. I did not really have a choice. What could I do?

I dreaded to even think of what was going to happen to me.

I looked at the woman and nodded.

The men looked pleased. The woman smiled "Mera naam Sunita hai, chal gadi mein baith!"

I walked towards the car. One of the men opened the back door of the car.

I quietly slid inside then man sat down next to me. The other man got into the driver's seat and Sunita next to him.

The car started and we drove away. I we passed in front of my colony. I thought of my family...God! they would be worried...

I hated myself to have gotten into this situation. Well, I had to survive...Thats all I thought of.

Sunita turned around to look at me. She smiled "Comfortable!" she asked me. "Dar mat...kuch nahin hoga tujhe".

The man driving the car was called Raja, he kept looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"To Malika jaan...aurat baneka shouk hai na? Aaj kay baad to tu aurat hi ban jayegi"

They all laughed. I was to petrified to get more scared.

The man sitting next to me held my hand closest to him and and pulled me closer to him.

"Sharma maat rani..dekh asli mard kya hota hai"

Sunita turned to look and smiled at us. "Tiger, ladkiyon kay saat thoda narmi say pech ana chahiye..Kyon Malika, ye mard log bhi!"

I was now sitting very close to Tiger. He had put his arm around me. He was tall and big. I was smothered in his arms; I sat there quitely.

Sunita looked at us again "Arey dekh, dekh! kya acha lag rahey dono, so cute!"

Tiger had now taken my hand and was stroking his genitals. Ugh! What was I doing? Stroking a man.I wanted to die! But I had wanted to be like a woman and I was treated as one.

I was not looking. I suddenly felt the warmth of what felt like his penis. He took my hand and made my fingers hold it.

"Chal hila!" he ordered.

Sunita turned to look. "Malika, tera mard jo terey ko bolay, woh karna chahiye. dar mat, ye hum ladkiyon ka kaam hai"

Tears came out of my eyes. I started to shake his penis which seemed enormous. It was large and stout. My bangles jingled to a tinking beat.

I, Malika had began my journey to become a woman.

Condt….soon