Yesterday, 05:16 AM
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Chapter 2 (cont)
Mom had just finished wrapping my saree around my legs and was now carefully making the pleats. Watching her hands move with such ease, I wondered how she made something so complicated look effortless. I had tried wearing a saree on my own before, once or twice when the house was empty, but it had always ended in a hopeless mess. Folding it back up afterward had been so frustrating that I had not dared to try again.
I glanced at myself in the mirror. I had inherited my mother’s fair skin, and against the dark blouse and petticoat, my neck and midriff appeared even lighter. As I turned slightly to see my side profile, Mom gently scolded me.
Mom - Kanikaaa… stand straight and don’t move. It’s hard enough tying a saree on someone else.
I smiled and did as I was told, almost forgetting what awaited me later that evening.
Mom held the saree pleats firmly in her hand and tucked them inside the petticoat securely, her hand going inside the petticoat as she did that. I felt a bit embarrassed, after all I still had a penis, and what if it touched Mom’s hand.
But luckily nothing like that happened. Mom quickly adjusted the pallu, dbanging it neatly over my shoulder and down my back. Then she stepped back, studying me.
How does that look? - She said, half to herself.
Me - Ummm… I think there is a big problem…
Mom - What problem??? The saree looks good to me…
I sounded frustrated - The saree is perfect… but look at my hair. I still don’t look like a girl with my short hair.
Mom - Oh! I almost forgot. Stay right there.
I stood there waiting impatiently, the door slightly open now. Mom quickly rushed back inside with a polybag in her hand.
She pulled out a wig from the bag and took it out of its packaging - Here… Your dad got this for yesterday.
Oh! - I let out a short gasp.
I was surprised that Dad got this for me, he never encouraged any of this. This evening, clearly, had been planned far in advance than I was told.
Mom put the mesh on the head first and then fixed the hair on top of the mesh. I looked at myself in the mirror, long hairs flowing from the top, going over my cheeks and reaching down below till my boobs. This is everything I always wanted to look like. I was looking just like a girl.
Mom put her head of my shoulder from behind and looked at me in the mirror.
She softly said - You know… I always wanted a girl as my second one… I know I shouldn’t say this, but I felt so disappointed when you were born as a boy.
looked into Mom’s eyes through the mirror, not knowing what she was going to say next.
Mom - But now… I feel I got the daughter that I always dreamed of.
My eyes watered up a little. This moment felt so special.
Just then to spoil the moment, the doorbell rang and I heard Vishal open the door a few seconds later and voices echoed through the house as guests arrived.
Mom panicked and pulled me toward the mirror, her hands moving faster than her thoughts. She cleansed my face, smoothed on foundation, brushed a hint of blush onto my cheeks, traced my eyes with careful strokes, and finished with a swipe of lipstick. Doing all of this while murmuring instructions I barely understood. I was seriously in awe of my Mom doing this so well.
As a final touch, she pressed a small bindi onto my forehead. I had never worn makeup before, but when she finally stepped back, I barely recognized the girl staring back at me, shy, glowing, and suddenly ready for a future I had not imagined.
Dad peeked into the room and gave me a quick glance. His eyes seemed to linger on me for more than a few seconds.
Dad then addressed Mom - Sudha… hurry up… they have been here for 10 minutes now.
Mom gave him a sharp look - It takes time for a girl to get ready. I am sure you know that well, and I am sure they would understand it as well. Let them wait. She will come when she is ready.
Dad looked frustrated but didn’t want to upset Mom any further. He closed the door and left.
Mom gently held my shoulders - Don’t worry, men always like to rush us. But a lady should always take her time to look her best.
Mom slipped a thin gold necklace around my neck, added bangles to my wrists, and a ring to my finger. She studied me one last time and smiled.
Mom - You look so pretty… muaahh…
She gently kissed my head. She dabbed a small mark of kajal at the back of my neck - To ward off the evil eye! Now you just sit here, and I will come and get you in a few minutes.
As mom walked out and I was waiting nervously in my room, I felt like the whole room had turned extremely cold and my whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
All I could think of was - What will the people outside see when they see me? Will they recognize me as a boy dressed up in girl’s clothing or genuinely think I am a girl?
Mom had just finished wrapping my saree around my legs and was now carefully making the pleats. Watching her hands move with such ease, I wondered how she made something so complicated look effortless. I had tried wearing a saree on my own before, once or twice when the house was empty, but it had always ended in a hopeless mess. Folding it back up afterward had been so frustrating that I had not dared to try again.
I glanced at myself in the mirror. I had inherited my mother’s fair skin, and against the dark blouse and petticoat, my neck and midriff appeared even lighter. As I turned slightly to see my side profile, Mom gently scolded me.
Mom - Kanikaaa… stand straight and don’t move. It’s hard enough tying a saree on someone else.
I smiled and did as I was told, almost forgetting what awaited me later that evening.
Mom held the saree pleats firmly in her hand and tucked them inside the petticoat securely, her hand going inside the petticoat as she did that. I felt a bit embarrassed, after all I still had a penis, and what if it touched Mom’s hand.
But luckily nothing like that happened. Mom quickly adjusted the pallu, dbanging it neatly over my shoulder and down my back. Then she stepped back, studying me.
How does that look? - She said, half to herself.
Me - Ummm… I think there is a big problem…
Mom - What problem??? The saree looks good to me…
I sounded frustrated - The saree is perfect… but look at my hair. I still don’t look like a girl with my short hair.
Mom - Oh! I almost forgot. Stay right there.
I stood there waiting impatiently, the door slightly open now. Mom quickly rushed back inside with a polybag in her hand.
She pulled out a wig from the bag and took it out of its packaging - Here… Your dad got this for yesterday.
Oh! - I let out a short gasp.
I was surprised that Dad got this for me, he never encouraged any of this. This evening, clearly, had been planned far in advance than I was told.
Mom put the mesh on the head first and then fixed the hair on top of the mesh. I looked at myself in the mirror, long hairs flowing from the top, going over my cheeks and reaching down below till my boobs. This is everything I always wanted to look like. I was looking just like a girl.
Mom put her head of my shoulder from behind and looked at me in the mirror.
She softly said - You know… I always wanted a girl as my second one… I know I shouldn’t say this, but I felt so disappointed when you were born as a boy.
looked into Mom’s eyes through the mirror, not knowing what she was going to say next.
Mom - But now… I feel I got the daughter that I always dreamed of.
My eyes watered up a little. This moment felt so special.
Just then to spoil the moment, the doorbell rang and I heard Vishal open the door a few seconds later and voices echoed through the house as guests arrived.
Mom panicked and pulled me toward the mirror, her hands moving faster than her thoughts. She cleansed my face, smoothed on foundation, brushed a hint of blush onto my cheeks, traced my eyes with careful strokes, and finished with a swipe of lipstick. Doing all of this while murmuring instructions I barely understood. I was seriously in awe of my Mom doing this so well.
As a final touch, she pressed a small bindi onto my forehead. I had never worn makeup before, but when she finally stepped back, I barely recognized the girl staring back at me, shy, glowing, and suddenly ready for a future I had not imagined.
Dad peeked into the room and gave me a quick glance. His eyes seemed to linger on me for more than a few seconds.
Dad then addressed Mom - Sudha… hurry up… they have been here for 10 minutes now.
Mom gave him a sharp look - It takes time for a girl to get ready. I am sure you know that well, and I am sure they would understand it as well. Let them wait. She will come when she is ready.
Dad looked frustrated but didn’t want to upset Mom any further. He closed the door and left.
Mom gently held my shoulders - Don’t worry, men always like to rush us. But a lady should always take her time to look her best.
Mom slipped a thin gold necklace around my neck, added bangles to my wrists, and a ring to my finger. She studied me one last time and smiled.
Mom - You look so pretty… muaahh…
She gently kissed my head. She dabbed a small mark of kajal at the back of my neck - To ward off the evil eye! Now you just sit here, and I will come and get you in a few minutes.
As mom walked out and I was waiting nervously in my room, I felt like the whole room had turned extremely cold and my whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
All I could think of was - What will the people outside see when they see me? Will they recognize me as a boy dressed up in girl’s clothing or genuinely think I am a girl?
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