The first time out as a working woman, riding in the ladies compartment: He decided that to experience such physical closeness of women and pass off as a female he needed to go out in a busy crowded place, dressed as one of them, where the touching and feeling would not be noticed or be out of place. A train ride during the rush hour would not only fulfill his desires but also help in boosting his confidence in passing as a woman. It was the time of the day when everyone was busy rushing home. Most normal people were tired and not so attentive to details. A few of his male characteristic would easily pass in such a crowded place. It would also serve to fine tune his "feminine passage". He could use the experience to eliminate or enhance as the case would be his "Manisha" persona. To this end he decided his first outing would be to take a train ride on a Friday evening. His working hours were till 5 pm, but that would leave him sufficient time to catch the later rush hour.
Friday evening found him dressed and ready by 7 pm. The previous night he had used a hair removal cream all over his body. He had stopped shaving a month before and had started plucking the few fine hair that sprouted over his upper lip and chin. He had selected a mustard colored cotton saree, with small brown and red flowers on both borders and on the pallu, a matching blouse, handbag, etc. He wore double underwear as a precaution. His makeup was simple, not too much eye shadow, kajal or lipstick. He combed his hair like an ordinary working woman, with a thick bun at the base of his neck. He wanted to pass as an ordinary young woman, on her way back from office. He carried in his hand bag a thick packet of tissues, some extra safety pins, hair pins, beside a little cash. He rechecked his appearance in the mirror and was happy with the image. He did look like a slim tall woman on her way to or from work. He was confident that he would easily blend in with the other office going women.
He checked the corridor to see all was clear. Seeing no one, he made his way out of his room, with trembling steps. He passed the neighbor's coming up the stairs. They were trying to reach home fast. No one paid him any attention and no one was giving him strange looks. His confidence grew so that now he glanced to his left or right as he walked. He slung his handbag on his left shoulder and pulled his pallu loosely around his back onto his right one, like a working girl. He walked to Dadar station a woman returning from her day job at the office. At the station he joined the queque for current tickets. Like a woman he left a little space between himself and the person in front of him. He purchased a Dadar/Virar return ticket. He enjoyed being given a little preference in the line, from a young man behind him. He spoke in a soft voice, when he asked for the ticket. He held the ticket like a woman and tucked it in the side pocket of his purse just as he had seen normal woman do. He stood still to one side, opened the flap of the purse, tucked the ticket inside and closed the flap gently. He had not practiced this before but yet was able to perform this just like a working woman. He walked very coyly up the stairs of the overhead bridge and crossed over to platform 4. He walked to the end of platform 4 and stood among the women waiting for the Virar local. Every now and then he looked around to check the faces of the women crowded around him. He noticed that in his heels he stood a little taller than most women. He was really excited now and happy. Here he was bang in the middle of 30 -40 women of different ages and sizes and wearing different dresses. Women brushed him and jostled him on all sides. Their clothes brushed against him. He was a young woman, returning from work, in a hurry, and it was expected that there would be touching and pushing in such a crowded place. But with the train being delayed it soon became apparent that he was going to have to cope up with more than he had bargained for, as the brushes and nudges and poking increased.
The train arrived and he moved with the flow and found himself pushed to the middle of the compartment, bang in between the seats, neatly sandwiched between two young women, talking about some school activity of their children.. The seats were all taken up so he was forced to stand between the knees of the seated women, along with the other two women. He had been enjoying himself so much, being crushed by the soft bodies, as they entered the train, that he did not realize he was being moved with the crowd. If he had stayed a little calm he could have grabbed the corner place near the door where there was air flow and he could have had the side partition as a back rest. Anyway he wanted to feel the soft bodies of women, and their clothes so here he was standing between the knees of women on left and right and pressed between the bodies of two women in front and back. It was really arousing for him. So much female clothes and bodies were all around him. The fact that he was a male riding in the Ladies compartment was all the more exciting.
The compartment was crowded and noisy. There were women talking in Marathi, Hindi and English, calling out to one another and asking to move this way and then that way, making body adjustments to fit the movement of the crowd. One of the seated women told him to keep his bag on the rack provided above, as it was hurting her. He nudged the woman, standing close to the rack to attract her attention and she obliged him and lifted his bag on to the rack. He pulled his pallu tight under his left arm to avoid it getting in the face of the woman seated behind him. The seated women shifted their position, now and then squeezing his knees. This sent slight tremors down to his member and he could feel the wetness flow. This relaxed him a little and he felt the tremors subside.
All along he was intensely aware of the different bodies brushing, bumping, and touching him. It was warm inside the compartment, even with the overhead fans going flat out. The women complained that the fans only made more noise than push air or cool the compartment. He felt slight beads of perspiration sliding down his bare lower back. He watched as the other women used saree pallu ends, duppattas and kerchiefs to wipe the sweat from their faces and necks and use them as improvised fans. Now he realized that he would have to adjust his saree, ever so often as the train continued on its way and woman got off and got on, and he perspired, due to the heat and humidity. The crowd really drew him in and in no time he was behaving like a seasoned working girl, imitating the moves of the women around. He was so happy to be among so many soft bodied women and soon his natural tendencies took over and he was enjoying the sensations of the different bodies brushing and squeezing his own. He was aware of soft bodies grinding his behind, along with the train rocking movement. He kept one hand in front preventing frontal contact, as he was afraid his wetness would be felt, if he was brushed too hard. As it was ever so often the two women, near him, would reach out and hold his waist or arm for support. Their arms around his waist really made him feel feminine. They were hardly aware of his feelings, but his emotions were running wild.
At Borivali a group of middle age women got in and made their way purposefully to the seats. They were greeted by the women already seated and after a little talking and exchange of pleasantries, they took the seats and the woman who had occupied them sat in their laps. It was done so well, like a drill, with pleasant faces and smiles. Manisha looked at the woman near him. She noticed his surprised look and said that they were all from the same place in Virar, and this was the way they travelled everyday. 'Don't be surprised if you are offered a seat in one of the women's laps or asked to seat one of them in your lap. The stations after Borivali are far apart and the train picks up speed. It gets uncomfortable standing between the seated rows'.
While she was yet speaking the woman behind her offered her a seat on her lap. The standing woman gladly adjusted her saree and seated herself on the other woman's lap. Soon he felt a tap on his hip and was offered a seat on the woman behind him lap. At first he was reluctant, but with coaxing from the other woman he gingerly seated himself on the woman's lap. At first he tried not to rest his full weight, but the woman behind put her arm around him and held him snugly in her lap. He put his arms in front, so that her hands rested on his. He could feel the excitement in his lions now. He felt his member once again twitch and more wetness flow out. He hoped the stain would not show. He was wondering if the woman realized that she was seating a guy in her lap. What would she and the rest of the fellow commuters do if they realized he was a man. But he was not 'read' and the journey continued. Some of the women exchanged places after a while, but 'his' woman, just asked him to shift slightly, so she could make some adjustments to her sitting posture and continued to hold him in her lap. He felt more wetness flow, as the sensation of sitting in this unknown woman's lap, became more pleasurable. He had always fantasized about sitting in his favorite heroines lap. Well that was fantasy, this was for real. He had hardly noticed the woman in whose lap he was seated. With his fears subsiding he started looking around and noticed that the woman in whose lap he was seated was a comely, middle aged woman and she was dozing. Many of the women seated were also dozing. Whenever a station approached there was a little commotion and hurried moment, but otherwise the journey continued as before.
When the last stop arrived he stood up a little shakily and thanked the woman, who had seated him on her lap. All the women hurried out and dashed for the station exit, to catch the waiting bus. He alighted and looked at the station indicator and found he had fifteen minutes to wait before the train started the return leg. Manisha sat alone for a while and started recounting his/her experience and how happy he had been in the midst of women and female clothes. He realized that he had come quite a few times and he was feeling a strong urge to pee. He walked to the end of the platform and entered the ladies toilet, with the intention of relieving and cleaning his wet panties. But the condition of the toilet put him off. He decided to cross the tracks and squatted behind some bushes and relieved himself like a 'desi'(country) woman. He placed his bag on top of the bush, tucked the end of the pallu inside his petticoat to keep it from the ground, lifted his saree and petticoat and neatly held it in his left arm, pulled down his panties and squatted down. It was a little difficult handling his bunched up saree and petticoat, but he managed to do alright and after cleaning himself with the tissues, smoothened down his saree. He walked back to the platform in time to catch the train.
The return journey started out uneventful, as the train was quiet empty. There were some women returning from visiting or from attending some family function. He had a window seat and simply enjoyed being by himself. He did not realize that he had dozed off, till he felt a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him and asking him to shift slightly. He took some time to realize that he was traveling dressed as a woman and quickly adjusted his sitting posture and his pallu. He looked up at the woman as she prepared to sit across from him. The train was quiet empty, there was just one other woman besides the two of them in this section of the compartment, so he wondered why the woman had unnecessarily awakened him. A quick glance revealed her to be a buxom, attractive woman, wearing a dark blue printed polyester saree. After a time he noticed the woman, was studying him slyly, while pretending to read a magazine. He too glanced at her slyly and noticed her well endowed breasts profile, beneath her saree. It was not long before their eyes locked onto each others. Both of them looked away abruptly, then once again they looked at each other and their gazes were locked. He was feeling the discomfort of suddenly being stared at and studied up close, but he was spared more anxiety, as she got up in preparation for getting off at the next stop. She was quite tall and well built. He noticed that she continued looking every now and then his way, while standing near the door, waiting for the train to come to a stop and even from the platform, once she had alighted. It was as if the woman was waiting for a response from him. He got a little scared and hence tried avoiding her stare. Once he was out of her view he relaxed and realized that the woman was trying to catch his eye. He had over reacted, it being his first time out and fearing the consequence of being caught traveling in the ladies compartment and all. On retrospect he realized he had enjoyed, her scrutiny and attention. It even excited him slightly.
His journey continued till he reached Dadar, at 10.30 in the evening. There were commuters, still traveling back home or to work, as Bombay city life continues, day and night. He decided to have a light vegetarian meal in one of the Udipi restaurants, in the vicinity of the railway station. However as he was entering the restaurant, he remembered that a single woman would take a parcel and not sit alone, in this type of restaurant. He ordered a packed meal, paid and walked towards his home. He checked out his building to see if the neighbors were hanging around or outside. He kept his door lock key ready as walked up to his floor. He opened the door quietly and quickly. Once inside, he sat down on the old couch, with only the lampshade for light. He slipped out of his high heeled slippers, stretching his toes and ankles. Still dressed as a woman he washed his hands and feet, lifting his saree and petticoat so that they stayed dry. Then he ate his meal slowly and sat back, feeling like a single woman at home. He was very happy with his first outing. Everything had gone so well. In one evening he had felt so many women and had been one of them. He was now confident that he could 'go out as a woman' more often.
He decided to sleep in 'enfemme' and changed into a short nightie. He folded his saree, and put it along with his blouse, bra and petticoat to air on the couch. Just before he closed his eyes he remembered the woman, who had stared at him on the return journey. She had looked at him 'a little differently'. No one else had looked at him that way, the entire evening. He found himself wanting to meet the woman again, and fantasying about their meeting and subsequent relationship. With a sigh he dozed off to sleep.
Meeting Radhika: The following Monday, Manish traveled to Borivali, as himself, a male and waited there for the same train he had traveled back on the last Friday. He wanted to see the woman, from the Friday night return leg. He stood by a tea stall near the ladies compartment. He watched and waited, for the woman who had 'looked at him differently' last Friday. He waited and waited but there were no signs of the woman. He decided that it was getting late and so went home dejected.
He repeated the exercise of looking for the woman on Wednesday, once again. But he waited in vain as there was no sign of the woman. He returned home, determined to put her out of his mind. On Friday he once again transformed himself into Manisha. He wore the same mustard colored saree. This time he looked around as he walked to the station. He noticed that a few men and some women looked his way. He made quite an attractive woman, with his slim built and padded breasts. This time he caught the slow train from platform number one. The rush and crowd of women commuters, though was the same as the last time. He was more relaxed and so did not get pushed right inside the compartment as before. Instead he managed to maneuver himself to one side, just inside the door, with his back against the side wall. It was a good position as the doorway was a busy place, with the women either busy getting in or out and pushing and jostling each other in the process. In such a spot no one would pay much attention to him. The train was packed and the press of so many female bodies, excited him. He used his hand bag as a shield between his hardened member and the press of soft female behinds and sides. Most of the women were engrossed in just waiting for the next stop. He took in the scene enjoying every moment.
He noticed an attractive Gujarati woman stare at him once or twice. She was with her back against the opposite partition wall. She was taller than the crowd around her. He too was taller than the crowd of women around them and so their eyes locked above the heads of the other women. He looked right back and she did not flinch, but continued to stare all the more. At Andheri station, with the help of the exiting crowd she managed to move from her position and lodge herself against him, so that her ample saree clad back side was pressed up against him by the crowd of women trying to enter. He was forced to push his bag to one side, to keep it from hurting her exposed back. The result was that her soft saree clad behind pressed directly against his member. The movement of the train and the continuous jostling, made his semi hard member become hard and big. In a few moments the feeling got too much for him to control and he was unable to prevent himself from climaxing. He was under the impression that the other women nearby would notice. But they all seem to be more bothered in securing their hold on to the railings and straps, paying no attention to him or the woman in front. The woman in front kept up a slow movement of her behind on his member. Soon he was hard again and he felt a hand glide between them and take hold of his erection, under his saree. The hand pressed and released his erection alternately, then slowly jerked him off. He climaxed again and started feeling light headed. The hand still held his now soft member in a tight grip, almost hurting him, and as the next station approached the woman turned around and indicated with her eyes to follow her. She shifted position and he followed so that they were now facing the door ready to exit. She only released his member once the train stopped and they were ready to alight.
She walked quickly to the station exit and he followed her, as she exited the station. Once outside she took his hand and directed him to an Udipi restaurant. They sat at a corner table and ordered filtered coffee. While waiting for their order, he looked at her more closely, just as she looked at him. He placed her age around thirty five. Her face was attractive, but with minimal makeup. She was taller than him, quite broad shouldered, like an athlete and her hips were large and flared. She wore a simple brown terry cotton saree. Her long hair was tied in a single loose braid. She wore two thin gold bangles on each wrist and her earings were simple gold rings. She seems confident and was unperturbed by the stares from the men at the adjacent tables.
After a while of silence she spoke " I don't know what came over me, but it's not often you find a tall pretty woman, enjoying a train ride, during the rush hour. I noticed that you reacted differently to the pushing and shoving. You seemed so happy and flushed face. I noticed how you kept shielding your front from coming in contact with the other women's bodies. The more I looked at you the more I realized that you seem a little different from the other women around. It dawned on me that maybe you enjoy the feel of women's bodies, and I wanted to see your reaction to the feel of my body against yours. Believe me I did not guess you were a male. So I decided that I would use the excuse of the crowd to press my self against you and enjoy, while finding out. I was pleasantly surprised to feel your hardness. Then I felt you climax. When you did not back off or flinch I decided to feel you and you responded very quickly. It also gave me confidence to know that I was able to excite you so quickly. I wish to be friends with you.
You do look very feminine in a saree. You draped it well and you seem quite comfortable in it, although the crowd and heat was quite unbearable in the train. Your saree did not get loosened or disturbed in the crowd, which means you have tucked it nice and tight. You really are a saree woman. My name is Radhika. I am a divorcee and have no children. I live with my brother and his family. You don't need to know more than that for now. What do you call your self when you go out dressed as a woman?"
Manisha told her about himself and how he had discovered his love for wearing female clothes. How it excited him and sexually aroused him. How he had experimented with different female clothes, till he settled for wearing sarees. In a saree he looked very feminine and could easily pass as a comely, working woman. He had practiced saree draping and other feminine dressing habits and ways, so that he was able to walk and act as a woman. He told her how he exercised every morning so that he remained slim and how he used aryuvedic treatment for his face, so that it stayed soft and fair. He had feminized his name, to Manisha. He was getting tired of dressing and staying at home, so in order to enjoy his feminine side he had his first outing dressed as a woman, traveling on a fast train from Dadar during the rush hour. He was scared at first, but with his confidence building up, he had enjoyed the feel of female bodies as they pressed against him, making him aroused and excited. This was his second outing and he was afraid when she had pressed up against him, arousing him and silently jerking him off. He was afraid she would cause a commotion, but when she had caught his eye, he knew his secret was safe. They enjoyed talking some more and Manisha felt happy to confide her secret to Radhika, who also felt surprised at her spontaneous attraction to another "woman" and her random action of feeling and arousing Manisha.
Radhika asked Manisha to be on the same train the next Friday. Manish could not wait for Friday afternoon to arrive. The entire week he made preparations. He washed his sarees and pressed them so that they looked presentable. The matching petticoats and blouses were also treated likewise. He wanted to smell fresh and wholesome. His own hair was now quite long and reached half way down his back. He kept it tied back in a tight knot at work. He washed it on Thursday night. Manisha took extra care with his appearance this Friday and wore the other softer saree. It was dark green with black and red border and pallu pattern. He looked very attractive and his confidence was high. He walked to Dadar station, this time more confidently and looked around enjoying his walk. He smiled at the women who looked at him and stared back at the few men who dared to stare at him. As before he boarded the Borivali local and waited at one side. He did not have to wait long for Radhika to spot him. This time she came up to him and was pressed up face to face with him. She told him he looked very attractive in his green saree. She pressed herself against him so that her breasts crushed against his padded ones and her front against his front. Soon she had one hand holding the metal bar above his head and the other one around his waist, in a protective and possessive manner. His face was almost resting on her shoulder. Her hand was hidden from view in the crowd, but he knew her intentions. She was taking on the active role. She rubbed her front against his, exciting him and making him hard. She rubbed her breasts across his arms and chest. He looked about to see if any of the surrounding women noticed anything happening between them. But all the women around were busy with their own thoughts and just waiting to get home as quickly as the train could take them. In the meanwhile Radhika had managed to squeeze him against the side wall of the compartment and now she had one leg between his legs. She moved her leg so that her thigh was pressing against his member. With slow deliberate movements she rubbed his member. Manisha was excited and came in a rush, resting his head on Radhika's shoulder. Radhika was not yet done and slid her arm around Manisha's waist and hugged him tightly against her so that Manisha almost gasped for breath. Radhika continued holding Manisha in this manner till Manisha just collapsed against Radhika, out of breath. Radhika then lowered her arm so that it was under Manisha's bottom. Ever so slightly she lifted Manisha so that his face was now level with hers and his crotch was resting against her own. Radhika whispered in his ears " If we were not in this crowded train, I think I would have ravished your lips. I think you like to be manhandled a little, anyway I am stronger than you, just go along with my actions and I will pleasure you." Her stop was approaching and she lowered him slowly and released him. She made her way towards the door, with Manisha following in her wake. They went to the the same Udipi restaurant and sat side by side, at one of the corner tables. Manisha asked Radhika why she was so rough on the train. Radhika said that she got excited and seeing how attractive and yielding Manisha was, she had got carried away. Radhika was still excited and kept her hand on his thigh. Using the table as a shield she rubbed her thighs against his. Manisha just sat there yielding to her whims, but worried some of the other people would notice. He told Radhika that he too was excited but they would have to find a private place, if she really wanted to make love to him.
Radhika asked Manisha if he was willing to accompany her to Baruch, to visit her mum, the following day. They would return on Sunday evening, so they would not miss work.. She would bear the expenses. She wanted to spend some time with Manisha quietly and also no one would suspect anything as they would be traveling as two women. Manisha was to bring along only his shaving set and underwear, Radhika would provide the change of clothing etc. Radhika said that she had plenty of sarees and blouses that she had not worn for sometime now, at her home in Baruch. She would select some and give them to Manisha. She also wanted to dress him up as a Gujarati woman and see how he would like it. If all went well she would bring something along that that would give him more pleasure and make him more feminine. .
Manisha travels by day: The following day Manish awoke early, removed all traces of the little body and facial hair that he had, and bathed. He used a hair removal lotion and after that applied a body gel so that he felt soft and smooth. His green saree was crumpled from his last nights outing, so he decided to wear the mustard colored saree. Today was going to be a test of his feminine mannerisms and impersonation and he wanted to feel a little more feminine so he wore a pair of dark blue cotton panties. He would be traveling in daylight, where flaws in his feminine get up would be revealed by the people he came in contact with. He had to be very cool and calm and not get excited. With these thoughts in mind he put on the mustard colored petticoat. He was confident that no hip padding was necessary, as he wanted to look as natural as possible today. He put on his beige colored bra and used foam as padding. He made sure that the padding was snug and the shape of his breasts looked attractive. The mustard matching blouse came on next. This was the first time he was going out in the daytime. In fact it was the first time he was dressing up as a woman in the morning. He decided to let his long hair loose. It now reached below his shoulders. He used the blow dryer to tease it so that it was fluffed up, and cascaded in full radiance. It gave him a nice wholesome look. His hairstyle made him look younger. He put on his heeled slippers and draped on the mustard colored saree. He checked the pleats and fall in the mirror. Today he wanted his saree to be draped very well and secure as he would be traveling a long distance. When he was satisfied with the drape and fall of his saree, he pinned the pleats and the pallu. He put on his imitation gold jewelry, consisting of a long chain and pendant and long dangling earrings. Then he put on 12 red and green glass bangles and an old, lady's wrist watch on his wrist. On his ankles he fastened payals. Satisfied with his looks, he could feel the first tremors of excitement as he transformed into Manisha. Today he would take along a pair of lady's sunglasses. He had found them while cleaning the office. Since no one complained about missing them he had kept them for himself. The Train for Baruch was at 7.30 from Bombay central. It did not stop at Dadar, so he had to travel to Bombay central and then board the train there along with Radhika who said she would meet him at the station.
He looked at himself once more in the mirror, made a few adjustments to his saree, patted his hair and then walked out of his home. He locked the door and dropped the key in his handbag. He was now so confident of himself that he did not look out for his neighbors or other passer bys. If anyone asked him who he was he would say that he was Manisha, a cousin come to visit Manish. He knew he looked attractive and very feminine. No one would guess that he Manish. In fact his face was so different with the black lined eyebrows, kajal lined eyelashes, lipstick coated lips, powdered cheeks and earrings familiar that he looked different from Manish, the guy. Dressed in saree, he looked and walked more femininely than some of the women he knew. With his new mannerism, came some other feelings. He was wondering how he had enjoyed being 'man' handled by Radhika. He wondered if he was getting soft and feminine, as his crossdressing progressed. Anyway he had quite enjoyed being the passive participant.
It was still early, just 6.30, so there was less traffic and crowd on the street. He noticed a few young men at the tea stall look his way, wondering who this new woman was, in the neighborhood. Some even stared openly. A few looked him up and down with open admiration. The best part was when he passed the newspaper stand and Ganpath the newpaper stand owner did not recognize him. Just for the heck of it he stopped and in his best feminine voice asked for the newspaper. Ganpath went out of his way to serve him. This same Ganpath would talk to him roughly, whenever he asked for the papers. He smiled at Ganpath, opened his purse, paid for the papers, and holding it in his left hand walked away, confident that he was really attractive and even old men like Ganpath were happy to serve him, when he was dressed as Manisha. He had passed a few tests and was feeling confident that he would not have trouble passing as a woman now.
He noticed a young girl, dressed in salwar kameez, a large handbag, slug over her left shoulder, walking in front of him. From the back she appeared in her teens on her way to college. Her dupatta was askew and one side trailed and was touching the ground as she walked. Manisha quickened his step, lifted the trailing dupatta and called her attention to it. She smiled at him and adjusted the dupatta properly. Manisha smiled back and asked her if she was on her way to college. She replied in the affirmative, and they stared a conversation. She was young and fresh faced and Manisha was happy talking to her. He was careful and spoke softly, in his new feminine voice. They exchanged a few pleasantries. She was travelling to Churchgate. Still talking they reached the station and Manisha said she had to book a ticket and went to the counter and purchased a ticket. The young girl whose name was Archana, waited for Manisha. Together they walked to the bridge, crossed it and went to the end of platform 3. Archana seemed happy to talk to Manisha. When the train arrived she held on to Manisha's arm as she boarded the train. The feel of her hand on his arm sent little shivers up his body. He controlled it and just let her hand stay on his arm. It reminded him that although he was dressed and looked like a woman, under the saree he was a hot bloodied male. It being Saturday and still early the train was not crowded and they found seats side by side. Manisha purposely took time adjusting his saree as he sat down and let his saree pallu fall across Archana's arm. Archana did not seem to mind and remarked how nicely he had draped his saree and how tall and attractive he looked in it. Her own dupatta rested on Manisha's thigh. She told him that her Mother had dressed her in a saree once for the last day of school, and she had trouble managing it. Manisha told her how he only wore sarees, most of the time and he was very comfortable in one. Archana said that Manisha would look good in any outfit, since "she" was slim and tall. Manisha said that he was not used to western outfits, and felt shy to expose his legs. Archana said that she was used to western outfits and that is why she was not aware of her dupatta trailing as she had walked earlier. They sat there like two friends, side by side, clothes touching each other, exchanging views on dresses etc. Manisha was enjoying this "girly talk" with this nice young girl. They talked some more till Manisha bid her bye as he got off at Bombay central.
He stood on the platform and tried to compose himself before he crossed the bridge to the terminus, where the passenger and express trains departed and arrived. He walked at a steady pace, reminding himself that he was a lady. He decided that he would add a little swing to his walk. This made his hips sway seductively. Continuing in like fashion and full of confidence once more he made his way across the bridge. Radhika was waiting for him at the entrance to platform 7, from where the express train was to leave. She watched as he approached in his new confident, swaying walk and smiled broadly. She was wearing a light brown salwar kameez, the front had a nice patterned embroidery work with beige and lemon beading and tinsels. A lemon colored dupatta ran casually across her breasts and shoulders. She had a medium size light suitcase in one hand and she already had booked first class tickets. She put the suitcase down and opened her arms. They hugged like two friends, meeting after a long time, touching each others cheeks. She disengaged herself, bent down and lifted the bag in one hand. With the hand she held Manisha's hand and led him to the platform to the waiting train. She remarked how beautiful and young he looked with his hair left loose. Manisha shook her head, making her hair toss seductively. Radhika pressed his hand hard, assuring him it was alright to act that way. Radhika led him to their coach. She climbed on and then helped him as he climbed on to the train. He did not require help, but feeling very feminine, he let her help him while he just held on to her hand. Radhika led him to their seats. She pulled out a napkin and cleaned the window seat before offering him the seat. He adjusted his saree and seated himself in a very ladylike manner. Radhika put the suitcase under their seat and sat besides him. The other seats were not yet occupied so she kissed him lightly on the cheek. He felt light headed and turned his face to her offering his lips. She needed no more urging and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her lips on his excited him and he felt the excitement make him a little wet. Radhika pressed her lips a little more and then she opened her lips and covered his lips completely. She sucked hard and he felt his breath get stuck. She felt the tremors as she kissed him. Radhika also felt excited, but she broke off, saying other passengers would be coming soon. She said she was getting some tea and biscuits. She got up and went on to the platform towards a small tea vendor stall.
In the meanwhile Manisha tried to compose himself. He opened his purse and removed his small compact and lipstick. He powdered his nose and touched up his lipstick. Using his right hand he shifted his hair to the right and bought it in front, so that it now fell over his right shoulder and breast. He removed a hair brush, from his purse. When Radhika returned with the tea and biscuits she found him brushing the ends of his hair. She remarked how feminine his actions were. Did he do it everyday? He told her that it did not take him long to learn and nowadays it was easier for him to act like a woman once he was dressed as one She told him to put the brush aside and offered him the tea and biscuits. She said she would have liked to take him on her lap and feed him, but now other passengers were boarding and the seats besides them were filling up as the time for the trains departure was nearing. Manisha had a few biscuits and then sipped the tea. He looked around at the other occupants of this section of the compartment, which during day travel seated 6. He sat near the window, Radhika was in the middle and the other seats were all taken up a family of 2 couples. The Son and his wife were young, in their twenties whereas the parents were in their forties. The young couple was dressed in modern style, the man and woman in jeans and cotton kurtas while the older couple was dressed more traditionally, the man in white kurta and loose pants and the woman in a cotton saree dressed in Gujarati style.
It was not long before the train slowly pulled out of the station. The young man and his wife were quite outgoing and friendly and were soon chatting with the Radhika in Gujarati. The young man was also a charmer and had started up a nice 'chat' with Radhika. The family was on vacation in India. They were now South African citizens and the young woman was seeing India for the first time. They were traveling to Baroda to visit relatives. Manisha did not speak Gujarati, but understood the language, so he just smiled and listened to the flow of talk. At first Manisha enjoyed the window seat, with his large sunglasses on he looked very attractive. But soon the wind started disturbing his hair and the sunlight on his arms started bothering him. Radhika noticed and asked him if he wanted to shift out from the sun. The young man also noticed and offered to sit near the window so Manisha moved away from the window and was now seated on the other side of Radhika, opposite the young man's wife. Soon the young man and his father started discussing business and that left the women to start up their own 'chat' about life in South Africa and how they found everything a little different. Then they started talking about the TV serials, style and fashions that they were used to. Manisha at first did not talk much and just listened to them talking. But soon Manisha started feeling left out and a little jealous of Radhika. Funny he was getting emotional like a young woman.
After a little while the older man and woman said they would rest a little while and so they were helped up on the bunk. The young man now went and sat with his wife, opposite Radhika. The rocking movement of the train, made Manisha feel sleepy, so he rested his head on the head rest, crossed his legs, arranging his saree so it was neat and putting his hands on his lap dozed off to sleep. He awoke to the sounds of vendors and passengers and found out that they had reached Surat. Radhika and the young couple were on the platform. He had dozed off for more than an hour. He uncrossed his feet as they were feeling cramped and gingerly stood up and walked in the vestibule to get the blood in his feet circulating. As he walked about in the vestibule he brushed against passengers. Some of the men made way for him while some waited for him to brush by them. After a little while the train's whistle was sounded, so all those standing on the platform hastily entered the train. He went and sat in his seat and waited for Radhika and the others to follow. The traveling train examiner (TTE) arrived after this and checked their tickets. After that the train once again picked up speed and now he noticed that Radhika and the young couple too were dozing. He got up and walked to the WC. Two young men were standing just near the door smoking. When they saw him they moved to one side and let him pass. As he was entering the WC on the right one of the young men called out and told him to use the other one as this one was Indian style. He thanked the young man in a shy way and entered the other WC, where he carefully relieved himself. He washed his hands and freshened up his face. He was now feeling refreshed. On his way out he once again passed the two young men, who looked at him and smiled. He looked briefly at them and smiled as he passed them. He had to pass the first compartment in which were a group of young college boys. They were playing cards, but did not fail to notice him and he saw from the corners of his eyes how they were making signs and gestures as he passed. He felt excited by the amount of attention he was getting inspite of there being other females around.
He went back to his seat and now feeling a little naughty unpinned his saree pallu pretending to doze. After a little while he purposely let the pallu slip off his left shoulder so that the top part of his blouse was exposed. From behind his dark sunglasses he watched if anyone was looking towards him. A few men passed by the compartment and looked at his now exposed filled out tight saree blouse lustily. He let the sari pallu slip further down so that his blouse was now completely exposed and the shape of his 'boobs' could be easily noticed. The young man who sat opposite took noticed and slyly looked towards his breasts, but dozed off again. Manisha enjoyed the way he was looking at his breasts slyly. Manisha was not looking at the young woman, so he did not notice her stare at his breasts. She leaned forward and picking up his pallu adjusted it across his chest, but not before accidentally brushing her hands against his padded breasts. Manisha hastily adjusted the offending pallu and tried to look embarrassed. He gathered the pallu and tucked it under his arm, so that it was now secure. He had felt her hands as they had brushed against his padded breasts. He felt a little naughty thrill and decided that since Radhika and the young man were still dozing, he could see how interested the young woman was in him. He crossed his legs and in doing so brushed his feet against her feet. He let his leg rest against her jeans clad one and he waited to see her reaction. She was now alert and had taken notice. She slipped off her right foot from her high heeled shoe and slowly let it under his saree bottom. To encourage her he crossed his legs and adjusted his saree so that she had more access to his legs under the saree. She took the hint and her foot moved further under his saree and petticoat. In a few seconds her foot was moving slowly under his saree and her toes started moving up and down his legs between his ankles and calves. The feeling was good and her touch was light. He felt a thrill run down his spine. He let her play with his legs for some time. He looked around the others were still dozing so he stood up slowly and went out thru the vestibule towards the door of the carriage. He reached the door and stood there in the doorway holding the bars. His saree pallu and hair started fluttering with the breeze. The young woman followed and stood behind him. She put her hands over his holding on to the bars so that her front was pressed against his. Her hands covered his and she pressed her body hard against his. He was forced to press back and hold firm while she ground herself on his behind. She pretended that she was and Manisha were looking at some distant sight. To a person looking at them they appeared to be two women looking outside at the sight and holding onto each other for balance. A few minutes later she whispered in his ear to follow her to the toilet. Manisha told her that his stop was coming up soon and it was unfortunate that they had to interrupt their little "feeling up". He noticed that the train was slowing down so he went to their compartment to inform Radhika.
Radhika was already brushing her hair and getting ready to pick up her bags. She took his arm and made him follow her to the door where they waited for the train to stop. The young woman was now standing at the door. When the train stopped she held his arm and helped him alight. He looked at her and winked and she winked back. Radhika was already walking towards the station exit so he turned and followed her taking one last look at the young woman.
His day journey had so far been very exciting…….
Friday evening found him dressed and ready by 7 pm. The previous night he had used a hair removal cream all over his body. He had stopped shaving a month before and had started plucking the few fine hair that sprouted over his upper lip and chin. He had selected a mustard colored cotton saree, with small brown and red flowers on both borders and on the pallu, a matching blouse, handbag, etc. He wore double underwear as a precaution. His makeup was simple, not too much eye shadow, kajal or lipstick. He combed his hair like an ordinary working woman, with a thick bun at the base of his neck. He wanted to pass as an ordinary young woman, on her way back from office. He carried in his hand bag a thick packet of tissues, some extra safety pins, hair pins, beside a little cash. He rechecked his appearance in the mirror and was happy with the image. He did look like a slim tall woman on her way to or from work. He was confident that he would easily blend in with the other office going women.
He checked the corridor to see all was clear. Seeing no one, he made his way out of his room, with trembling steps. He passed the neighbor's coming up the stairs. They were trying to reach home fast. No one paid him any attention and no one was giving him strange looks. His confidence grew so that now he glanced to his left or right as he walked. He slung his handbag on his left shoulder and pulled his pallu loosely around his back onto his right one, like a working girl. He walked to Dadar station a woman returning from her day job at the office. At the station he joined the queque for current tickets. Like a woman he left a little space between himself and the person in front of him. He purchased a Dadar/Virar return ticket. He enjoyed being given a little preference in the line, from a young man behind him. He spoke in a soft voice, when he asked for the ticket. He held the ticket like a woman and tucked it in the side pocket of his purse just as he had seen normal woman do. He stood still to one side, opened the flap of the purse, tucked the ticket inside and closed the flap gently. He had not practiced this before but yet was able to perform this just like a working woman. He walked very coyly up the stairs of the overhead bridge and crossed over to platform 4. He walked to the end of platform 4 and stood among the women waiting for the Virar local. Every now and then he looked around to check the faces of the women crowded around him. He noticed that in his heels he stood a little taller than most women. He was really excited now and happy. Here he was bang in the middle of 30 -40 women of different ages and sizes and wearing different dresses. Women brushed him and jostled him on all sides. Their clothes brushed against him. He was a young woman, returning from work, in a hurry, and it was expected that there would be touching and pushing in such a crowded place. But with the train being delayed it soon became apparent that he was going to have to cope up with more than he had bargained for, as the brushes and nudges and poking increased.
The train arrived and he moved with the flow and found himself pushed to the middle of the compartment, bang in between the seats, neatly sandwiched between two young women, talking about some school activity of their children.. The seats were all taken up so he was forced to stand between the knees of the seated women, along with the other two women. He had been enjoying himself so much, being crushed by the soft bodies, as they entered the train, that he did not realize he was being moved with the crowd. If he had stayed a little calm he could have grabbed the corner place near the door where there was air flow and he could have had the side partition as a back rest. Anyway he wanted to feel the soft bodies of women, and their clothes so here he was standing between the knees of women on left and right and pressed between the bodies of two women in front and back. It was really arousing for him. So much female clothes and bodies were all around him. The fact that he was a male riding in the Ladies compartment was all the more exciting.
The compartment was crowded and noisy. There were women talking in Marathi, Hindi and English, calling out to one another and asking to move this way and then that way, making body adjustments to fit the movement of the crowd. One of the seated women told him to keep his bag on the rack provided above, as it was hurting her. He nudged the woman, standing close to the rack to attract her attention and she obliged him and lifted his bag on to the rack. He pulled his pallu tight under his left arm to avoid it getting in the face of the woman seated behind him. The seated women shifted their position, now and then squeezing his knees. This sent slight tremors down to his member and he could feel the wetness flow. This relaxed him a little and he felt the tremors subside.
All along he was intensely aware of the different bodies brushing, bumping, and touching him. It was warm inside the compartment, even with the overhead fans going flat out. The women complained that the fans only made more noise than push air or cool the compartment. He felt slight beads of perspiration sliding down his bare lower back. He watched as the other women used saree pallu ends, duppattas and kerchiefs to wipe the sweat from their faces and necks and use them as improvised fans. Now he realized that he would have to adjust his saree, ever so often as the train continued on its way and woman got off and got on, and he perspired, due to the heat and humidity. The crowd really drew him in and in no time he was behaving like a seasoned working girl, imitating the moves of the women around. He was so happy to be among so many soft bodied women and soon his natural tendencies took over and he was enjoying the sensations of the different bodies brushing and squeezing his own. He was aware of soft bodies grinding his behind, along with the train rocking movement. He kept one hand in front preventing frontal contact, as he was afraid his wetness would be felt, if he was brushed too hard. As it was ever so often the two women, near him, would reach out and hold his waist or arm for support. Their arms around his waist really made him feel feminine. They were hardly aware of his feelings, but his emotions were running wild.
At Borivali a group of middle age women got in and made their way purposefully to the seats. They were greeted by the women already seated and after a little talking and exchange of pleasantries, they took the seats and the woman who had occupied them sat in their laps. It was done so well, like a drill, with pleasant faces and smiles. Manisha looked at the woman near him. She noticed his surprised look and said that they were all from the same place in Virar, and this was the way they travelled everyday. 'Don't be surprised if you are offered a seat in one of the women's laps or asked to seat one of them in your lap. The stations after Borivali are far apart and the train picks up speed. It gets uncomfortable standing between the seated rows'.
While she was yet speaking the woman behind her offered her a seat on her lap. The standing woman gladly adjusted her saree and seated herself on the other woman's lap. Soon he felt a tap on his hip and was offered a seat on the woman behind him lap. At first he was reluctant, but with coaxing from the other woman he gingerly seated himself on the woman's lap. At first he tried not to rest his full weight, but the woman behind put her arm around him and held him snugly in her lap. He put his arms in front, so that her hands rested on his. He could feel the excitement in his lions now. He felt his member once again twitch and more wetness flow out. He hoped the stain would not show. He was wondering if the woman realized that she was seating a guy in her lap. What would she and the rest of the fellow commuters do if they realized he was a man. But he was not 'read' and the journey continued. Some of the women exchanged places after a while, but 'his' woman, just asked him to shift slightly, so she could make some adjustments to her sitting posture and continued to hold him in her lap. He felt more wetness flow, as the sensation of sitting in this unknown woman's lap, became more pleasurable. He had always fantasized about sitting in his favorite heroines lap. Well that was fantasy, this was for real. He had hardly noticed the woman in whose lap he was seated. With his fears subsiding he started looking around and noticed that the woman in whose lap he was seated was a comely, middle aged woman and she was dozing. Many of the women seated were also dozing. Whenever a station approached there was a little commotion and hurried moment, but otherwise the journey continued as before.
When the last stop arrived he stood up a little shakily and thanked the woman, who had seated him on her lap. All the women hurried out and dashed for the station exit, to catch the waiting bus. He alighted and looked at the station indicator and found he had fifteen minutes to wait before the train started the return leg. Manisha sat alone for a while and started recounting his/her experience and how happy he had been in the midst of women and female clothes. He realized that he had come quite a few times and he was feeling a strong urge to pee. He walked to the end of the platform and entered the ladies toilet, with the intention of relieving and cleaning his wet panties. But the condition of the toilet put him off. He decided to cross the tracks and squatted behind some bushes and relieved himself like a 'desi'(country) woman. He placed his bag on top of the bush, tucked the end of the pallu inside his petticoat to keep it from the ground, lifted his saree and petticoat and neatly held it in his left arm, pulled down his panties and squatted down. It was a little difficult handling his bunched up saree and petticoat, but he managed to do alright and after cleaning himself with the tissues, smoothened down his saree. He walked back to the platform in time to catch the train.
The return journey started out uneventful, as the train was quiet empty. There were some women returning from visiting or from attending some family function. He had a window seat and simply enjoyed being by himself. He did not realize that he had dozed off, till he felt a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him and asking him to shift slightly. He took some time to realize that he was traveling dressed as a woman and quickly adjusted his sitting posture and his pallu. He looked up at the woman as she prepared to sit across from him. The train was quiet empty, there was just one other woman besides the two of them in this section of the compartment, so he wondered why the woman had unnecessarily awakened him. A quick glance revealed her to be a buxom, attractive woman, wearing a dark blue printed polyester saree. After a time he noticed the woman, was studying him slyly, while pretending to read a magazine. He too glanced at her slyly and noticed her well endowed breasts profile, beneath her saree. It was not long before their eyes locked onto each others. Both of them looked away abruptly, then once again they looked at each other and their gazes were locked. He was feeling the discomfort of suddenly being stared at and studied up close, but he was spared more anxiety, as she got up in preparation for getting off at the next stop. She was quite tall and well built. He noticed that she continued looking every now and then his way, while standing near the door, waiting for the train to come to a stop and even from the platform, once she had alighted. It was as if the woman was waiting for a response from him. He got a little scared and hence tried avoiding her stare. Once he was out of her view he relaxed and realized that the woman was trying to catch his eye. He had over reacted, it being his first time out and fearing the consequence of being caught traveling in the ladies compartment and all. On retrospect he realized he had enjoyed, her scrutiny and attention. It even excited him slightly.
His journey continued till he reached Dadar, at 10.30 in the evening. There were commuters, still traveling back home or to work, as Bombay city life continues, day and night. He decided to have a light vegetarian meal in one of the Udipi restaurants, in the vicinity of the railway station. However as he was entering the restaurant, he remembered that a single woman would take a parcel and not sit alone, in this type of restaurant. He ordered a packed meal, paid and walked towards his home. He checked out his building to see if the neighbors were hanging around or outside. He kept his door lock key ready as walked up to his floor. He opened the door quietly and quickly. Once inside, he sat down on the old couch, with only the lampshade for light. He slipped out of his high heeled slippers, stretching his toes and ankles. Still dressed as a woman he washed his hands and feet, lifting his saree and petticoat so that they stayed dry. Then he ate his meal slowly and sat back, feeling like a single woman at home. He was very happy with his first outing. Everything had gone so well. In one evening he had felt so many women and had been one of them. He was now confident that he could 'go out as a woman' more often.
He decided to sleep in 'enfemme' and changed into a short nightie. He folded his saree, and put it along with his blouse, bra and petticoat to air on the couch. Just before he closed his eyes he remembered the woman, who had stared at him on the return journey. She had looked at him 'a little differently'. No one else had looked at him that way, the entire evening. He found himself wanting to meet the woman again, and fantasying about their meeting and subsequent relationship. With a sigh he dozed off to sleep.
Meeting Radhika: The following Monday, Manish traveled to Borivali, as himself, a male and waited there for the same train he had traveled back on the last Friday. He wanted to see the woman, from the Friday night return leg. He stood by a tea stall near the ladies compartment. He watched and waited, for the woman who had 'looked at him differently' last Friday. He waited and waited but there were no signs of the woman. He decided that it was getting late and so went home dejected.
He repeated the exercise of looking for the woman on Wednesday, once again. But he waited in vain as there was no sign of the woman. He returned home, determined to put her out of his mind. On Friday he once again transformed himself into Manisha. He wore the same mustard colored saree. This time he looked around as he walked to the station. He noticed that a few men and some women looked his way. He made quite an attractive woman, with his slim built and padded breasts. This time he caught the slow train from platform number one. The rush and crowd of women commuters, though was the same as the last time. He was more relaxed and so did not get pushed right inside the compartment as before. Instead he managed to maneuver himself to one side, just inside the door, with his back against the side wall. It was a good position as the doorway was a busy place, with the women either busy getting in or out and pushing and jostling each other in the process. In such a spot no one would pay much attention to him. The train was packed and the press of so many female bodies, excited him. He used his hand bag as a shield between his hardened member and the press of soft female behinds and sides. Most of the women were engrossed in just waiting for the next stop. He took in the scene enjoying every moment.
He noticed an attractive Gujarati woman stare at him once or twice. She was with her back against the opposite partition wall. She was taller than the crowd around her. He too was taller than the crowd of women around them and so their eyes locked above the heads of the other women. He looked right back and she did not flinch, but continued to stare all the more. At Andheri station, with the help of the exiting crowd she managed to move from her position and lodge herself against him, so that her ample saree clad back side was pressed up against him by the crowd of women trying to enter. He was forced to push his bag to one side, to keep it from hurting her exposed back. The result was that her soft saree clad behind pressed directly against his member. The movement of the train and the continuous jostling, made his semi hard member become hard and big. In a few moments the feeling got too much for him to control and he was unable to prevent himself from climaxing. He was under the impression that the other women nearby would notice. But they all seem to be more bothered in securing their hold on to the railings and straps, paying no attention to him or the woman in front. The woman in front kept up a slow movement of her behind on his member. Soon he was hard again and he felt a hand glide between them and take hold of his erection, under his saree. The hand pressed and released his erection alternately, then slowly jerked him off. He climaxed again and started feeling light headed. The hand still held his now soft member in a tight grip, almost hurting him, and as the next station approached the woman turned around and indicated with her eyes to follow her. She shifted position and he followed so that they were now facing the door ready to exit. She only released his member once the train stopped and they were ready to alight.
She walked quickly to the station exit and he followed her, as she exited the station. Once outside she took his hand and directed him to an Udipi restaurant. They sat at a corner table and ordered filtered coffee. While waiting for their order, he looked at her more closely, just as she looked at him. He placed her age around thirty five. Her face was attractive, but with minimal makeup. She was taller than him, quite broad shouldered, like an athlete and her hips were large and flared. She wore a simple brown terry cotton saree. Her long hair was tied in a single loose braid. She wore two thin gold bangles on each wrist and her earings were simple gold rings. She seems confident and was unperturbed by the stares from the men at the adjacent tables.
After a while of silence she spoke " I don't know what came over me, but it's not often you find a tall pretty woman, enjoying a train ride, during the rush hour. I noticed that you reacted differently to the pushing and shoving. You seemed so happy and flushed face. I noticed how you kept shielding your front from coming in contact with the other women's bodies. The more I looked at you the more I realized that you seem a little different from the other women around. It dawned on me that maybe you enjoy the feel of women's bodies, and I wanted to see your reaction to the feel of my body against yours. Believe me I did not guess you were a male. So I decided that I would use the excuse of the crowd to press my self against you and enjoy, while finding out. I was pleasantly surprised to feel your hardness. Then I felt you climax. When you did not back off or flinch I decided to feel you and you responded very quickly. It also gave me confidence to know that I was able to excite you so quickly. I wish to be friends with you.
You do look very feminine in a saree. You draped it well and you seem quite comfortable in it, although the crowd and heat was quite unbearable in the train. Your saree did not get loosened or disturbed in the crowd, which means you have tucked it nice and tight. You really are a saree woman. My name is Radhika. I am a divorcee and have no children. I live with my brother and his family. You don't need to know more than that for now. What do you call your self when you go out dressed as a woman?"
Manisha told her about himself and how he had discovered his love for wearing female clothes. How it excited him and sexually aroused him. How he had experimented with different female clothes, till he settled for wearing sarees. In a saree he looked very feminine and could easily pass as a comely, working woman. He had practiced saree draping and other feminine dressing habits and ways, so that he was able to walk and act as a woman. He told her how he exercised every morning so that he remained slim and how he used aryuvedic treatment for his face, so that it stayed soft and fair. He had feminized his name, to Manisha. He was getting tired of dressing and staying at home, so in order to enjoy his feminine side he had his first outing dressed as a woman, traveling on a fast train from Dadar during the rush hour. He was scared at first, but with his confidence building up, he had enjoyed the feel of female bodies as they pressed against him, making him aroused and excited. This was his second outing and he was afraid when she had pressed up against him, arousing him and silently jerking him off. He was afraid she would cause a commotion, but when she had caught his eye, he knew his secret was safe. They enjoyed talking some more and Manisha felt happy to confide her secret to Radhika, who also felt surprised at her spontaneous attraction to another "woman" and her random action of feeling and arousing Manisha.
Radhika asked Manisha to be on the same train the next Friday. Manish could not wait for Friday afternoon to arrive. The entire week he made preparations. He washed his sarees and pressed them so that they looked presentable. The matching petticoats and blouses were also treated likewise. He wanted to smell fresh and wholesome. His own hair was now quite long and reached half way down his back. He kept it tied back in a tight knot at work. He washed it on Thursday night. Manisha took extra care with his appearance this Friday and wore the other softer saree. It was dark green with black and red border and pallu pattern. He looked very attractive and his confidence was high. He walked to Dadar station, this time more confidently and looked around enjoying his walk. He smiled at the women who looked at him and stared back at the few men who dared to stare at him. As before he boarded the Borivali local and waited at one side. He did not have to wait long for Radhika to spot him. This time she came up to him and was pressed up face to face with him. She told him he looked very attractive in his green saree. She pressed herself against him so that her breasts crushed against his padded ones and her front against his front. Soon she had one hand holding the metal bar above his head and the other one around his waist, in a protective and possessive manner. His face was almost resting on her shoulder. Her hand was hidden from view in the crowd, but he knew her intentions. She was taking on the active role. She rubbed her front against his, exciting him and making him hard. She rubbed her breasts across his arms and chest. He looked about to see if any of the surrounding women noticed anything happening between them. But all the women around were busy with their own thoughts and just waiting to get home as quickly as the train could take them. In the meanwhile Radhika had managed to squeeze him against the side wall of the compartment and now she had one leg between his legs. She moved her leg so that her thigh was pressing against his member. With slow deliberate movements she rubbed his member. Manisha was excited and came in a rush, resting his head on Radhika's shoulder. Radhika was not yet done and slid her arm around Manisha's waist and hugged him tightly against her so that Manisha almost gasped for breath. Radhika continued holding Manisha in this manner till Manisha just collapsed against Radhika, out of breath. Radhika then lowered her arm so that it was under Manisha's bottom. Ever so slightly she lifted Manisha so that his face was now level with hers and his crotch was resting against her own. Radhika whispered in his ears " If we were not in this crowded train, I think I would have ravished your lips. I think you like to be manhandled a little, anyway I am stronger than you, just go along with my actions and I will pleasure you." Her stop was approaching and she lowered him slowly and released him. She made her way towards the door, with Manisha following in her wake. They went to the the same Udipi restaurant and sat side by side, at one of the corner tables. Manisha asked Radhika why she was so rough on the train. Radhika said that she got excited and seeing how attractive and yielding Manisha was, she had got carried away. Radhika was still excited and kept her hand on his thigh. Using the table as a shield she rubbed her thighs against his. Manisha just sat there yielding to her whims, but worried some of the other people would notice. He told Radhika that he too was excited but they would have to find a private place, if she really wanted to make love to him.
Radhika asked Manisha if he was willing to accompany her to Baruch, to visit her mum, the following day. They would return on Sunday evening, so they would not miss work.. She would bear the expenses. She wanted to spend some time with Manisha quietly and also no one would suspect anything as they would be traveling as two women. Manisha was to bring along only his shaving set and underwear, Radhika would provide the change of clothing etc. Radhika said that she had plenty of sarees and blouses that she had not worn for sometime now, at her home in Baruch. She would select some and give them to Manisha. She also wanted to dress him up as a Gujarati woman and see how he would like it. If all went well she would bring something along that that would give him more pleasure and make him more feminine. .
Manisha travels by day: The following day Manish awoke early, removed all traces of the little body and facial hair that he had, and bathed. He used a hair removal lotion and after that applied a body gel so that he felt soft and smooth. His green saree was crumpled from his last nights outing, so he decided to wear the mustard colored saree. Today was going to be a test of his feminine mannerisms and impersonation and he wanted to feel a little more feminine so he wore a pair of dark blue cotton panties. He would be traveling in daylight, where flaws in his feminine get up would be revealed by the people he came in contact with. He had to be very cool and calm and not get excited. With these thoughts in mind he put on the mustard colored petticoat. He was confident that no hip padding was necessary, as he wanted to look as natural as possible today. He put on his beige colored bra and used foam as padding. He made sure that the padding was snug and the shape of his breasts looked attractive. The mustard matching blouse came on next. This was the first time he was going out in the daytime. In fact it was the first time he was dressing up as a woman in the morning. He decided to let his long hair loose. It now reached below his shoulders. He used the blow dryer to tease it so that it was fluffed up, and cascaded in full radiance. It gave him a nice wholesome look. His hairstyle made him look younger. He put on his heeled slippers and draped on the mustard colored saree. He checked the pleats and fall in the mirror. Today he wanted his saree to be draped very well and secure as he would be traveling a long distance. When he was satisfied with the drape and fall of his saree, he pinned the pleats and the pallu. He put on his imitation gold jewelry, consisting of a long chain and pendant and long dangling earrings. Then he put on 12 red and green glass bangles and an old, lady's wrist watch on his wrist. On his ankles he fastened payals. Satisfied with his looks, he could feel the first tremors of excitement as he transformed into Manisha. Today he would take along a pair of lady's sunglasses. He had found them while cleaning the office. Since no one complained about missing them he had kept them for himself. The Train for Baruch was at 7.30 from Bombay central. It did not stop at Dadar, so he had to travel to Bombay central and then board the train there along with Radhika who said she would meet him at the station.
He looked at himself once more in the mirror, made a few adjustments to his saree, patted his hair and then walked out of his home. He locked the door and dropped the key in his handbag. He was now so confident of himself that he did not look out for his neighbors or other passer bys. If anyone asked him who he was he would say that he was Manisha, a cousin come to visit Manish. He knew he looked attractive and very feminine. No one would guess that he Manish. In fact his face was so different with the black lined eyebrows, kajal lined eyelashes, lipstick coated lips, powdered cheeks and earrings familiar that he looked different from Manish, the guy. Dressed in saree, he looked and walked more femininely than some of the women he knew. With his new mannerism, came some other feelings. He was wondering how he had enjoyed being 'man' handled by Radhika. He wondered if he was getting soft and feminine, as his crossdressing progressed. Anyway he had quite enjoyed being the passive participant.
It was still early, just 6.30, so there was less traffic and crowd on the street. He noticed a few young men at the tea stall look his way, wondering who this new woman was, in the neighborhood. Some even stared openly. A few looked him up and down with open admiration. The best part was when he passed the newspaper stand and Ganpath the newpaper stand owner did not recognize him. Just for the heck of it he stopped and in his best feminine voice asked for the newspaper. Ganpath went out of his way to serve him. This same Ganpath would talk to him roughly, whenever he asked for the papers. He smiled at Ganpath, opened his purse, paid for the papers, and holding it in his left hand walked away, confident that he was really attractive and even old men like Ganpath were happy to serve him, when he was dressed as Manisha. He had passed a few tests and was feeling confident that he would not have trouble passing as a woman now.
He noticed a young girl, dressed in salwar kameez, a large handbag, slug over her left shoulder, walking in front of him. From the back she appeared in her teens on her way to college. Her dupatta was askew and one side trailed and was touching the ground as she walked. Manisha quickened his step, lifted the trailing dupatta and called her attention to it. She smiled at him and adjusted the dupatta properly. Manisha smiled back and asked her if she was on her way to college. She replied in the affirmative, and they stared a conversation. She was young and fresh faced and Manisha was happy talking to her. He was careful and spoke softly, in his new feminine voice. They exchanged a few pleasantries. She was travelling to Churchgate. Still talking they reached the station and Manisha said she had to book a ticket and went to the counter and purchased a ticket. The young girl whose name was Archana, waited for Manisha. Together they walked to the bridge, crossed it and went to the end of platform 3. Archana seemed happy to talk to Manisha. When the train arrived she held on to Manisha's arm as she boarded the train. The feel of her hand on his arm sent little shivers up his body. He controlled it and just let her hand stay on his arm. It reminded him that although he was dressed and looked like a woman, under the saree he was a hot bloodied male. It being Saturday and still early the train was not crowded and they found seats side by side. Manisha purposely took time adjusting his saree as he sat down and let his saree pallu fall across Archana's arm. Archana did not seem to mind and remarked how nicely he had draped his saree and how tall and attractive he looked in it. Her own dupatta rested on Manisha's thigh. She told him that her Mother had dressed her in a saree once for the last day of school, and she had trouble managing it. Manisha told her how he only wore sarees, most of the time and he was very comfortable in one. Archana said that Manisha would look good in any outfit, since "she" was slim and tall. Manisha said that he was not used to western outfits, and felt shy to expose his legs. Archana said that she was used to western outfits and that is why she was not aware of her dupatta trailing as she had walked earlier. They sat there like two friends, side by side, clothes touching each other, exchanging views on dresses etc. Manisha was enjoying this "girly talk" with this nice young girl. They talked some more till Manisha bid her bye as he got off at Bombay central.
He stood on the platform and tried to compose himself before he crossed the bridge to the terminus, where the passenger and express trains departed and arrived. He walked at a steady pace, reminding himself that he was a lady. He decided that he would add a little swing to his walk. This made his hips sway seductively. Continuing in like fashion and full of confidence once more he made his way across the bridge. Radhika was waiting for him at the entrance to platform 7, from where the express train was to leave. She watched as he approached in his new confident, swaying walk and smiled broadly. She was wearing a light brown salwar kameez, the front had a nice patterned embroidery work with beige and lemon beading and tinsels. A lemon colored dupatta ran casually across her breasts and shoulders. She had a medium size light suitcase in one hand and she already had booked first class tickets. She put the suitcase down and opened her arms. They hugged like two friends, meeting after a long time, touching each others cheeks. She disengaged herself, bent down and lifted the bag in one hand. With the hand she held Manisha's hand and led him to the platform to the waiting train. She remarked how beautiful and young he looked with his hair left loose. Manisha shook her head, making her hair toss seductively. Radhika pressed his hand hard, assuring him it was alright to act that way. Radhika led him to their coach. She climbed on and then helped him as he climbed on to the train. He did not require help, but feeling very feminine, he let her help him while he just held on to her hand. Radhika led him to their seats. She pulled out a napkin and cleaned the window seat before offering him the seat. He adjusted his saree and seated himself in a very ladylike manner. Radhika put the suitcase under their seat and sat besides him. The other seats were not yet occupied so she kissed him lightly on the cheek. He felt light headed and turned his face to her offering his lips. She needed no more urging and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her lips on his excited him and he felt the excitement make him a little wet. Radhika pressed her lips a little more and then she opened her lips and covered his lips completely. She sucked hard and he felt his breath get stuck. She felt the tremors as she kissed him. Radhika also felt excited, but she broke off, saying other passengers would be coming soon. She said she was getting some tea and biscuits. She got up and went on to the platform towards a small tea vendor stall.
In the meanwhile Manisha tried to compose himself. He opened his purse and removed his small compact and lipstick. He powdered his nose and touched up his lipstick. Using his right hand he shifted his hair to the right and bought it in front, so that it now fell over his right shoulder and breast. He removed a hair brush, from his purse. When Radhika returned with the tea and biscuits she found him brushing the ends of his hair. She remarked how feminine his actions were. Did he do it everyday? He told her that it did not take him long to learn and nowadays it was easier for him to act like a woman once he was dressed as one She told him to put the brush aside and offered him the tea and biscuits. She said she would have liked to take him on her lap and feed him, but now other passengers were boarding and the seats besides them were filling up as the time for the trains departure was nearing. Manisha had a few biscuits and then sipped the tea. He looked around at the other occupants of this section of the compartment, which during day travel seated 6. He sat near the window, Radhika was in the middle and the other seats were all taken up a family of 2 couples. The Son and his wife were young, in their twenties whereas the parents were in their forties. The young couple was dressed in modern style, the man and woman in jeans and cotton kurtas while the older couple was dressed more traditionally, the man in white kurta and loose pants and the woman in a cotton saree dressed in Gujarati style.
It was not long before the train slowly pulled out of the station. The young man and his wife were quite outgoing and friendly and were soon chatting with the Radhika in Gujarati. The young man was also a charmer and had started up a nice 'chat' with Radhika. The family was on vacation in India. They were now South African citizens and the young woman was seeing India for the first time. They were traveling to Baroda to visit relatives. Manisha did not speak Gujarati, but understood the language, so he just smiled and listened to the flow of talk. At first Manisha enjoyed the window seat, with his large sunglasses on he looked very attractive. But soon the wind started disturbing his hair and the sunlight on his arms started bothering him. Radhika noticed and asked him if he wanted to shift out from the sun. The young man also noticed and offered to sit near the window so Manisha moved away from the window and was now seated on the other side of Radhika, opposite the young man's wife. Soon the young man and his father started discussing business and that left the women to start up their own 'chat' about life in South Africa and how they found everything a little different. Then they started talking about the TV serials, style and fashions that they were used to. Manisha at first did not talk much and just listened to them talking. But soon Manisha started feeling left out and a little jealous of Radhika. Funny he was getting emotional like a young woman.
After a little while the older man and woman said they would rest a little while and so they were helped up on the bunk. The young man now went and sat with his wife, opposite Radhika. The rocking movement of the train, made Manisha feel sleepy, so he rested his head on the head rest, crossed his legs, arranging his saree so it was neat and putting his hands on his lap dozed off to sleep. He awoke to the sounds of vendors and passengers and found out that they had reached Surat. Radhika and the young couple were on the platform. He had dozed off for more than an hour. He uncrossed his feet as they were feeling cramped and gingerly stood up and walked in the vestibule to get the blood in his feet circulating. As he walked about in the vestibule he brushed against passengers. Some of the men made way for him while some waited for him to brush by them. After a little while the train's whistle was sounded, so all those standing on the platform hastily entered the train. He went and sat in his seat and waited for Radhika and the others to follow. The traveling train examiner (TTE) arrived after this and checked their tickets. After that the train once again picked up speed and now he noticed that Radhika and the young couple too were dozing. He got up and walked to the WC. Two young men were standing just near the door smoking. When they saw him they moved to one side and let him pass. As he was entering the WC on the right one of the young men called out and told him to use the other one as this one was Indian style. He thanked the young man in a shy way and entered the other WC, where he carefully relieved himself. He washed his hands and freshened up his face. He was now feeling refreshed. On his way out he once again passed the two young men, who looked at him and smiled. He looked briefly at them and smiled as he passed them. He had to pass the first compartment in which were a group of young college boys. They were playing cards, but did not fail to notice him and he saw from the corners of his eyes how they were making signs and gestures as he passed. He felt excited by the amount of attention he was getting inspite of there being other females around.
He went back to his seat and now feeling a little naughty unpinned his saree pallu pretending to doze. After a little while he purposely let the pallu slip off his left shoulder so that the top part of his blouse was exposed. From behind his dark sunglasses he watched if anyone was looking towards him. A few men passed by the compartment and looked at his now exposed filled out tight saree blouse lustily. He let the sari pallu slip further down so that his blouse was now completely exposed and the shape of his 'boobs' could be easily noticed. The young man who sat opposite took noticed and slyly looked towards his breasts, but dozed off again. Manisha enjoyed the way he was looking at his breasts slyly. Manisha was not looking at the young woman, so he did not notice her stare at his breasts. She leaned forward and picking up his pallu adjusted it across his chest, but not before accidentally brushing her hands against his padded breasts. Manisha hastily adjusted the offending pallu and tried to look embarrassed. He gathered the pallu and tucked it under his arm, so that it was now secure. He had felt her hands as they had brushed against his padded breasts. He felt a little naughty thrill and decided that since Radhika and the young man were still dozing, he could see how interested the young woman was in him. He crossed his legs and in doing so brushed his feet against her feet. He let his leg rest against her jeans clad one and he waited to see her reaction. She was now alert and had taken notice. She slipped off her right foot from her high heeled shoe and slowly let it under his saree bottom. To encourage her he crossed his legs and adjusted his saree so that she had more access to his legs under the saree. She took the hint and her foot moved further under his saree and petticoat. In a few seconds her foot was moving slowly under his saree and her toes started moving up and down his legs between his ankles and calves. The feeling was good and her touch was light. He felt a thrill run down his spine. He let her play with his legs for some time. He looked around the others were still dozing so he stood up slowly and went out thru the vestibule towards the door of the carriage. He reached the door and stood there in the doorway holding the bars. His saree pallu and hair started fluttering with the breeze. The young woman followed and stood behind him. She put her hands over his holding on to the bars so that her front was pressed against his. Her hands covered his and she pressed her body hard against his. He was forced to press back and hold firm while she ground herself on his behind. She pretended that she was and Manisha were looking at some distant sight. To a person looking at them they appeared to be two women looking outside at the sight and holding onto each other for balance. A few minutes later she whispered in his ear to follow her to the toilet. Manisha told her that his stop was coming up soon and it was unfortunate that they had to interrupt their little "feeling up". He noticed that the train was slowing down so he went to their compartment to inform Radhika.
Radhika was already brushing her hair and getting ready to pick up her bags. She took his arm and made him follow her to the door where they waited for the train to stop. The young woman was now standing at the door. When the train stopped she held his arm and helped him alight. He looked at her and winked and she winked back. Radhika was already walking towards the station exit so he turned and followed her taking one last look at the young woman.
His day journey had so far been very exciting…….
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