Part 5 - Shopping Spree

My College Days

The story of a young boy and his high aspirations for his career and in the process due to unavoidable circumstances how he is introduced to crossdressing..

Now it's time for shopping next day Rita aunty and Ranjana came to our home and we all planned to go for shopping to the nearby town. Mom is ready and I am also got ready for shopping.

After seeing me. Ranjana said Roshini are you going to come to shopping like this.
I said, What's wrong in my jeans and t-shirt.
Ranjana took a dress out of her closet and asked me to wear it for the shopping...
No Ranjana why..it is required it is just a shopping right.
Ranjana clarified me that It is not just shopping ..it is shopping for Roshini.. How you can try your new dresses in women trail room in your male mode..
Mom said, Yes I totally miss that point..Ok Ranjana make your friend ready for shopping.
Ranjana immediately took in charge of my makeup and she brought with her the padded bra and asked me to wear inside my onion pink salwar kameez.
When I saw myself in the mirror I am looking damn cute..
Mom tried to put bindi..then Ranjana said no aunty don't put bindi on her forehead we are going to shopping not to temple..and everyone laughed..
We went to the town by bus and all the three women observed the onlookers who are looking me with hungry eyes..and I didn't noticed much...
Somehow Ranjana managed to cover my upper body with duppatta to distract the attention of the onlookers.

For some time I didn't understood what she is doing then I realized the situation.
We went to one of the biggest shopping mall in the town..I can say it is not even one fourth of our somajiguda central mall in Hyderabad..but oK I should adjust with that only...
We directly went to the third floor to the women section.The moment when we went there Ranjana left us and ran into western clothing section. My mom and Rita aunty followed her to there and left me alone...right from my childhood shopping is not my thing..mom or dad always used to bring clothes that suites me..so now you can understand I don't have good knowledge about clothing and other stuff..
So, just waiting for mom and others I took seat on a sofa placed at one corner and lost myself reading a magazine placed in the sofa...I am seriously reading that book as if it is my academic one...then I noticed someone stood very close to me..In the first instance I noticed that he is a man holding something in his hand...I slowly raised my head and trying to figure out what is there in his hand...
In a cheeky throat...madam..Mehandi madam...please try madam ..beautiful designs ..I can write your loved ones name in the mehandi design also madam..please try madam..just 250/- per pair of hands madam..150/- for single hand madam...please madam..
This drama is happening and everyone are looking at me ...I didn't say anything and searching for mom to help me out of this trouble...my eyes are searching for her..then suddenly from the crowd mom, rita aunty and Ranjana came to rescue me..
Mom said to the mehandi wala ..we will come to you once we are done with the shopping just go away for now...

Mom: Roshini we are here for your shopping ..and why you left us..
Me: No mom ..it is you people who left me...
Mom: ok..ok..both are same..let's go we have to buy some clothes and make up items.
Ranjana: Roshini what do you like...I mean which type of clothing you prefer...western or traditional.
I was just talking to myself that ..This is first time in my life I came into this womens section...me and my dad always used to leave mom at this section from the entrance itself and used to go to the play zone...
Mom said, Now I want to see my daughter in half saree..
Rita aunty said, then why to waste time lets go to that counter..pointing to a designer half saree counter..
Salesgirl asked my mom for whom she is going to take the half saree and what is the occasion.. Is it for a puberty function.. Then mom, Rita aunty and Ranjana shyly laughed...I just closed my eyes and felt very shy...

Oh my God..these ladies are testing my patience by testing all sorts for dresses on me....still I am not used to this...but they are having really good time..

Mom said, No its not for a special occasion..but I need a good designer half saree for my daughter roshini..
Salesgirl complimented that Your daughter looks exactly like you and she is fair in complexion so dark colors will look good on her madam..and by saying so she started showing one after another and by placing the semi stitched fabric on me ..she used to ask the opinion of my mom, rita aunty and ranjana...
At that point I felt like those three are like judges of India got talent show...and hitting the red buzzer to say no to each and every dress she is showing patiently to them.
After one hour they like one bottle green one.. Which I liked it too...
Then to salwar suits section..and then to some western wear section... Ranjana said we can wear western to college on Fridays..I am tired of this shopping and given power of attorney to Ranjana to select for me....
Ranjana said, Roshini...shopping mall is the only place for women like us who does not have any restrictions and we are free souls here..no one can and will try to stop us...
I felt that point is valid to some extent.
Finally we are done with the shopping and we went to the food court for lunch..Had a wholesome meal and then I was in a mood to watch a movie but they have other plans in their mind...

Ranjana murmured something in my mom's ears and mom's face started glowing like a 1000W bulb.
Mom said, Roshini.. We are going to take you somewhere and you should not make any scene over there..it is must thing for us..I mean for women..
I said Okey....but tell me where are we going..
Shhhhh... just come along with us. Mom said in high voice.
They took me to a beauty parlour and made my eyebrows done in a beautiful arch shape...that made me look more feminine..
Beauty parlour lady asked my Mom, Madam why you didn't pierced your daughters ears till now...shall I do it. we have gun to pierce ears and nose...
I am so scared...

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