In the evening, the three of us made chai-pakoda and started to chat.

“Yaar, aise maza nahi aa raha hai. Chalo na koi game khelte hain. (Yaar, this is too boring. Why don’t we play some game?)” Kavya suggested.

“What game?” Divya and I looked at each other and then at Kavya quizzically.

“Koi sab hi. Time pass bhi ho jayega aur thodi masti bhi. (Any game is fine as long as we have fun.)”

“Antakshari?”

“Naah, too boring.”

“Dumb charades?”

“Naah, now we know all the movies. It hardly takes 15 seconds to guess.”

“To tu hi bata de kya khelein? (Then why don’t you tell what to play?)”

“Let’s play ‘Two truths and a lie’.”

“Okay.” Divya and I agreed to it.

“But with a twist. Jo pakda jayega use dare karna hoga. (Whoever is caught, they would have to do a dare.)”

“Soch le Kavya. Haar gayi to saare bartan tu hi dhoyegi. (Think again Kavya. If you lose, you will have to clean all the dishes)” I said.

“Tum apna socho. Main to nahi haar rahi aaj. (You worry about yourself. I am not gonna lose tonight.)”

The game was now on.

“Okay, I will go first,” Kavya said. “I have taken alcohol. I have consumed contraband items. I have kissed a girl.”

“Interesting!” Divya exclaimed. “I would say you were lying when you said you have kissed a girl.”

“Okaaaay…and what do you think?” Kavya turned to me. The twinkle in her eyes showed that she knew she was winning.

“I would say the lie is that you have taken alcohol.” I made a calculated guess.

Kavya’s smile vanished in an instant.

“Yes, you are right.”

“Yessss!” Divya and I high fived each other.

“Dare to tumhe milega, lekin pehle batao sab. (oh you will get a dare. But I want to hear all the juicy stories.)” Divya was excited to know the stories.

“Arey, it’s nothing. The boys in my college were smoking a joint one day. I asked them to pass it to me. So, I took a swing of it. That’s it. And about the kiss with a girl…that was a silly dare when we were playing ‘Truth and Dare’ one time. Bas yahi hai kahani. That’s the story.”

“Hmm…as a dare…you have to do 15 pushups,” I said.

“15! Pagal ho kya yaar…main ladka hu kya jo 15 karungi? 2 bhi kar du to enough hai. (15! You guys are mad … I am not a boy who can do 15. I may barely manage 2.”

“Na na na…dare to karna padega. Aur kya ladka-ladki isme? Ye to koi bhi kar sakta hai. Tum kaho to main tumhari help kar dunga ye karne me. (No no .. you have to do it. What’s there to say about boy-girl in this? Anyone can do it. I can help you do it.)”

“Yaar, please, nahi. (Please, no. Give me something else)” She requested again.

“Arey ho jayega. Kar lenge apan. (Oho .. just give it a try.)”

She relented and did 15 pushups. I helped her in completing those.

“Kaisa lag raha hai? (How do you feel now?)”

“Iska badla lungi main. (I will have my revenge.)”

Next was Divya’s turn.

“I have never failed in a school exam. I have skipped classes to watch a movie. And I have slapped a teacher.”

It wasn’t easy. Divya was an exceptional student. We could not imagine her doing any of these. Finally, I said that the third was a lie, and Kavya said the second statement was a lie.

“No…the first statement was a lie.”

We were taken aback.

Actually, she had failed in a paper, but due to grace marks, she was marked pass.

We said that this was a technical lie and could be accepted. But then she could convince anyone of anything. We had to relent, and Divya did not have to perform any dare.

“Okay, my turn.” I said, “I have been arrested by police. I can count the value of Pi up to 100 decimal digits. I have talked with Brad Pitt.”

Divya said that the third was a lie. Kavya was looking at me all the while.

We were like two poker players gauging each other.

She said that the second statement was a lie.

I was stunned. How did she know?

“Lucky guess. Now the dare… You have to wear a saree.”

Pagal ho kya yaar…main ladki hu kya jo saree pehnunga? (What? Do I look like a girl to you? Why would I a boy wear a saree?)”

“Na na na…dare to karna padega. Aur kya ladka-ladki isme? Ye to koi bhi kar sakta hai. Tum kaho to main tumhari help kar dungi ye karne me. (No no .. you have to do it. What’s there to say about boy-girl in this? Anyone can do it. I can help you do it.)” She was using my own words against me.

Divya was looking at all this and was trying to control her laughter.

“Yaar, please, nahi. (Please no!)” I requested again.

“No, dear. Maine bhi kiya than a dare. Tab to mujhe koi discount nahi mila tha. (No dear. I did my dare so you must do yours too.)”

I changed tracks. “Okay…agar main maan bhi lu to saree aayega kaha se. Tum to layi nahi hogi. Aur layi bhi hogi to tumhare blouse vagairah to fit honge nahi mujhe.”

“Baat to bas saree ki kar rahi thi main. But blouse ki baat tumne hi ki hai. Kahi tumhe sach me to pehenne ka mann nahi hai?” Kavya asked.

“Yaar baat to Pankaj sahi keh raha hai. Kaha se aayenge iske size ke kapde? Saree to humne waise bhi pack nahi kiya hai” Divya came to my rescue. She knew that I didn’t want anyone else to know about my crossdressing right now.

“Kyu? Rakhe to hue hain us wardrobe me jo atka pada tha.”

Divya and I looked at each other. The cat was now out of the bag.

“I thought of opening it, so you have some extra space. And when I found what I found, it didn’t take me long enough to understand the entire matter. Don’t behave as if you don’t want to do this dare.” Kavya said now with a wink.

I was scarlet all over from blushing and could not find any answer.

“Now go and get dressed. I will help you if you need my help, as I promised.” Kavya now twisted the dagger.

I looked at Divya in a last cry for help. She just shrugged her shoulders.

“Kar le. Apan teeno hi to hain. Aur haan kuchh help lage to awaaz de dena. Mera makeup ka saman waha dressing table par hi pada hai. Feel free to use it.”

I went into the room and closed the door behind me.

I picked a green saree with a sleeveless blouse. I got the green petticoat. I gathered a nude-colored lingerie set from the lower drawer. I wore the panties first. Divya was right. My hands were indeed smooth. I had been taking care of them since I shifted to Goa. I had shaved and moisturized my hands and legs. They were silky smooth. The soft fabric of the lingerie created some unnecessary trouble down south. I took some time to take control of my breath and emotions. After some time, when the feelings subsided, I tucked my manhood and drew my panties over it, giving it an illusion of a soft mound instead of a tent which was the case a few moments ago.

Next came the bra and the blouse. I wore the blouse and adjusted the straps of the blouse over the bra straps. I hooked the bra straps under the blouse straps to ensure they don’t peek. After I was satisfied with the fitting, I inserted the two B-sized breast forms inside each of the bra cups and adjusted them again.

Then came the petticoat and the saree. It took some time to get the pleats correct, but in the end, I was satisfied. Then I went to the dressing table to apply some kajal and lipstick. The last of the ensemble was my medium length wig. I pulled it over and what I saw in the mirror was a known face. A face I had frequently been meeting for the last two months.

“Divya, zara aa ke ek baar dekh legi kya ki sab theek hai ki nahi.” I called out Divya to get her approval.

She came in, and her expression told that she was impressed.

“Ruk…. thoda sa adjust kar deti hu.”

She fussed over the pleats of my saree. She made some corrections and adjusted the pleats over the blouse to show a bit of my breasts. Then she adjusted the makeup. She applied some foundation and concealer that hid my shadow beard. She brushed over my cheeks to create contour. And then she reapplied the kajal and lipstick.

“Done!”

Her 10-minute magic had transformed me from okay to pretty. I was almost crying, when I remembered it would mess my makeup.

We hugged each other.

“Let’s go, sista!” She said.

When we came out to the living room, Kavya’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“I didn’t expect this…you are gorgeous!”

I made a sideways pose with my hand on my waist and raised my eyebrows, “Wanna kiss a girl again?”

Divya and I giggled at this.

Kavya came towards us and was still completely mesmerized.

“Yes”, she said and planted her lips on mine.

We kissed for a moment, and when we broke the kiss, both of us looked at Divya.

She was bepuzzled at what had just happened. And to tell you the truth, I think Kavya, and I were also having the same reaction.

As we were recovering from the recent happenings, the main door opened.

“Hey, you three…the food is ready. When do you guys want to…”

Poonam aunty had come upstairs. She was looking at us, at me, with her sentence left hanging as she searched for the right words, and maybe the right reaction at what she was seeing in front of her eyes.

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