Joannie Come Lately

by Josephine Gonsalves

Part –II

  

A time it was , what a time it was…….. a time of innocence—Simon & Garfunkel …

What a time we had. No one in our locality suspected or had a clue. Naughty Johnny was pretty Joanie every Sunday afternoon.

 

It took a lot of soul searching and debating, for me to make the next move. I did not want to be different, and become a 'hijra" (term for Indian Eunuchs).

I tried out my mother's dress's and skirts, secretly, although it did excite me, it also made me feel guilty and more insecure. In the crowded market place, I purposely brushed against attractive females, in the hope of feeling their sarees and chrunis brush against my skin. This kind of excited me, but I knew that I was doing wrong, and soon it would hurt my reputation, if I was found to be a female hassler. I finally took the courage to go to her home, one Sunday afternoon. This time it took only a second, for us to be embracing and petting each other and in a few moments I was once again her sweet and docile woman. I threw caution to the wind and readily became her Sunday woman.

Our clandestial meetings continued and I learnt and experienced a lot of new feelings and emotions. Anita, my mentor and lover did not make any demands, I came to meet her secretly, every Sunday afternoon. If she was alone, which was usually the case, she let me in, and depending on our mutual moods or schedules we spent the afternoons together. We both knew that I was enjoying being feminized. I wanted to feel like a woman when I was with her. She too wanted me too, but as her woman. She taught me how to wear her clothes, skirts and blouses, dresses, salwars, and sarees. In due time I knew, all the locations of her clothes, and It took me very little time to get changed into her 'woman'. She showed me how to use basic make up, like powder and lipstick, curl my hair in a girlish fashion, sit, stand, walk and move about like a woman. The more convincing my performance as a woman the more her excitement and later her climaxes, as we touched and rubbed ourselves against each other. She told me how she wanted me to remove the little body hair and have my ears pierced. But,we both knew and I was reluctant, as I would have to give up sports and other male activities completely. I was also worried about my mother noticing any changes.

She and I both knew that in a saree, I looked and moved about like a young woman. I did not carry myself well with her other female wear like dresses and skirts. In other feminine wear I looked a little like a pretty boy, and I was not so convincing. Maybe my hips and buns were not proportioned for western clothes.

WE DECIDED THAT JOANIE WOULD ONLY WEAR SAREES.

We always climaxed fully clothed, rubbing and squeezing each other to climaxes. We did not have intercourse, as such, and I never saw her naked. I only saw her naked breasts a few times. She however, always had me naked in a few minutes, once I was inside her home. Her constant squeezing and teasing of my nipples and breasts, had my nipples become sensitive and a little bigger. When I was with her I wanted her to squeeze and fondle my breast and nipples, and often I would climax, with just that.

In fact the few times we met, on the street or some shop she hardly acknowledged me, dressed as a boy. It was as if she only knew me when I was ready to be her female lover. I always was the passive one she the dominant one. She made all the advances and I was only too willing to submit. Sometimes when I look back I wonder how easily she'd lift me off my feet and carry me. It must be the amount of lifting and shifting involved in Indian housework, these women do. She'd lift me and carry me and I always liked it so much. I would really feel so feminine, cradled in her arms. I did try to do the same to her, but I had to really strain and use up all my strength, and somehow it did not seem right. She only let me lift her and cradle her to amuse myself, and calm my male ego. She and I enjoyed it when she took charge. I did not know it then, that I was one happy crossdresser, who did not own a single piece of women's clothing, yet had a ready supply of pretty and soft clothing, to get into every Sunday and a strong women to make me feel so weak kneed and womanly.

I learnt to look at other women in a different light and noticed things other than boobs and bun sizes, things like eye shape, eyebrows, nose, necks, ankles walking style and small adornments like earings, bangles, nose rings, etc.

After our 'lovemaking', we would eat and rest. After a month she asked me to get my books along, especially Hindi and Marathi( Indian national language and Bombay Local Language )and she would tutor me. I was a Goan and she knew those were my weak subjects. I was surprised to learn that she was an East Indian, (local people of the Bombay area. The British could not pronounce and place the different types and caste of people they took over, from the Portuguese, when the Bombay area was ceded to them. They just called all the Christians, who worked with the East India Company, East Indians, Never mind they were locals of the west of India.) and although her style was very Indian, she was a Christian, and the small bindi she wore on her forehead was only an adornment. Her native tongue was Marathi and so it was easy for her, where as my native tongue was Konkani, written in the Portuguese style with a lot of x's and ioms. I noticed her small golden cross, on her gold chain, which she put inside her choli. She had a lot of pictures of Mother Mary with small prayers. Strange as it may seem she was very devoted to Mother Mary.

With her tutoring my grades at high school also improved. She also taught me simple hand sewing and darning. I learnt that she sewed, made fancy lace work and knitted very well and she earned a lot from this. Besides she also cooked very well. She said she would teach me how to clean and cook small fish. Big fish were easy to clean and cook, small fish were something else. And small fish are very cheap and plentiful in Bombay, throughout the year.

It was important to be frugal. All in all I was having a good time.

Then fate took another turn….

My friends and I were supervising and organising a local cricket tournament, at the maidan ( open ground with trees bordering it), It was the end of September, the best time in Bombay, and the sky was filled with paper kites being flown from all around the maidan and open terraces bordering the maidan. Suddenly a kite, which had been cut loose drifted onto the pitch. As usual, a big group of boys, mostly urchins from the other side of town, ran after it. They all made a bid to catch it as it landed. This caused an interruption in the match.

All the local boys got together and drove out the kite chasers, from the ground and tore the kite into bits, which resulted in an argument, between the leader of the kite chasers and the local boys. In the resulting melee, one of the kite chasers pulled out a small knife discreetly and was slowly approaching one of my friends from behind. I noticed and quickly picked a large stone, from a small pile that marked the boundary and threw it in a reflex action. The stone struck true and he fell like a rag doll in a heap. The kite chasers immediately took to their heels, but promised to come back with reinforcements. My friends and I approached the inert boy. He was breathing, but out cold. My friends immediately recognized him as the youngest brother of the local Gangster. The stone had struck with force, He was going to carry a huge scar and broken nose, all his life. His brother would get me for it. My friends immediately told me that I had to get away from there fast, before his brother found out and came for me. In the meantime they would get the boy to the local hospital, and try to settle things out, with our local "protector". His brother would be coming soon, for me and he was real mean, and used his Knife more than his head. I had to stay away or end up cut and broken boned.

I quickly ran home and told my mother what happened. At first she cursed me for bringing trouble to her already troubled life, but my neighbors told her it was not my fault, only bad luck. She then gave me some money, and told me to run for it to our native home, in Goa.

I immediately ran away from our home in the direction of the railway station, to get to the Goa bus stand. All at once I realized that I had to cross the kite chasers area to get to the station. I backtracked thru the inner lanes toward Anita's home.

I knew even in my panic state that she would protect me, and find a way out, with out injury, to myself and pride.

I prayed she would be home and approached her place quietly. I knocked and waited patiently. She was at home and let me in quickly. She guessed something was wrong. I told her what happened and how I had to get out of town for sometime, till thing cooled down and some settlement was made, with the injured boys brother. I was going to go to Goa, for sometime.

She told me to calm down and keep quiet, while she thought out something. She told me that she could have kept me with her, but her Mother was coming to live with her, to get her yearly medical check up done, tomorrow.

My mind immediately went into a panic state. I could not think nor move. She sensed it and immediately took charge. She undressed me quickly and had me naked in a few minutes. She pushed me towards the bathroom, and under the shower. She returned with a bottle of Nair, hair remover and applied it all over me from my neck to my toes. After sometime she showered me again. She inspected me and felt all over for any signs of body hair. Satisfied she dried me out. By now I was feeling better. I looked at myself and felt my smooth skin. My male member was also waking. But today, we had other things to do first. She then told me that the best way to escape out of town, IN MY CASE was dressed as a woman. She wanted me to dress on my own, to gain confidence.

In a short time, I had changed into one of her polyster sarees, a dark blue and pink one, and done my hair and face up and was her woman again. Today however she inspected me in different way and told me my choice of saree, for my escape from town was wrong. She had me wear a cotton bra, with less padding, green cotton choli, a light lemon with dark green borders and pallau, cotton saree. My feet were incased in low heeled sandals and on my wrist two thick green plastic bangles, were placed. Around my neck she put a thin gold chain. She tied my hair in a bun and added a false bun under it to make it bigger, giving me a more mature look. My lips she did in light pink. But my ears were not pierced and she did not want me going out with the big dangling clip ons, attracting undue attention. She had me draw the pallau over my head covering the bun at back of my head and kind of hiding my ears. She quickly tidied herself up, smoothening, out the wrinkes in her saree and after a quick inspection of herself in the mirror,grabbed her purse and told me to follow her out.

Immediately I felt a chill run down my spine. I was going out dressed as a woman, for the first time. I knew I would pass, but the circumstances had changed an exciting moment into a tense one. She put a reassuring hand on mine and lead me slowly.

Small breaths, Small steps , left hand loosely holding the pleats in front of me, right hand demurely holding the end of the pallau, bent at 90degrees, across the front, below the breast, right foot in front of left foot. Next left foot in front of right. Slowly the rhythm was building and I could feel my hips sway slightly. Now the stairs . Left hand lifts the pleats a little , small steps down, body at slight angle, one step at a time. Just like her walking in front. Again the short walk , stairs again, and we are out. I had done it and in style…… ladylike style, considering the circumstances. My member was stiff from pent up excitement. It was good that I had worn tight cotton panties and was holding the pleats in front of me. My erection could be contained and camouflaged.

Once out my confidence was building. She still held on to my arm, guiding me.

I was concentrating on walking right and not really looking around. After a few minutes we came to a goldsmith shop. A sign read 'ears pierced here'. She spoke to the goldsmith, and after fixing the price asked me to get ready to have my ears pierced. I did not argue. I only wondered how the goldsmith would take it. In India all girls have their ears pierced as infants. I was not doing any talking. He readied his piercing gun. Applied a swab of spirit to my left lobe. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the pain. She held my hand as first my left ear and then my right ear was pierced. The small golden rings, she removed from her purse, were gingerly fitted. I let out and took a deep breath. Well I was now pierced and more feminine than before.

I looked at my self in the many mirrors of the gold smiths shop. A Good looking, decent woman, looked back at me. I HAD NEVER IMAGINED What I was looking at. Me dressed and behaving like an Indian woman. ONLY A FEW MONTHS BACK I DID NOT KNOW THE PALLAU FROM THE BORDER,OF A SAREE. WHAT WENT IN, OUT, UNDER, OVER, AND NOW I WAS TURNED OUT IN ONE. AND DAMN GOOD LOOKING TOO.

After looking me over . She SMILED and once again took my hand and guided me outside. Soon we were heading out to an "Udipi" restaurant. She guided me to a corner table, ordered light snacks and tea. She looked at me and asked me how I felt. I could guess she was happy with the outcome. I told her I was excited , but the situation was holding me back. She said that all was for the best or else I would still be dressing in private, never experiencing life, outside of her home, dressed as a woman.

While waiting for our order she asked me where exactly in Goa I was headed to. I told her and she said that my pursuers would easily find me there as that would be the next place they would look for me.

She had a better plan. We finished our snacks and tea and headed back to her home.

Once home she drew up a list of clothes. She asked me to pack these clothes in a big travelling bag.

The list contained two cotton sarees, matching cholis, petticoats, two cotton salwar kameez sets with matching chunnis, five cotton bras and panties and two cotton nighties. A talcum powder tin, kajol (kohl, eyeliner,) and other smaller articles.

She said she had to buy some articles like toothpaste, tooth brush and shaving accessories ,which I would need, to continue dressing up as a woman.

She returned after an hour, along with another woman, dressed in an East Indian saree, with a large flat wicker basket, on her head. The woman's name was Theresa. I recognized her as the woman who sold vegetables , near Wency's house, near the big cross. The woman had tucked her saree up, as all East Indian and Koli (fisher women) do, to give more free leg movement, for climbing stairs or carrying out physical work like lifting etc. She lowered the big basket still a quarter filled with vegetables and dried fish. Anita talked to her in Marathi, and they addressed each other as sister. Later I was to find out that East Indians address each other as sister and brother, even if they are not related. I understood from their conversation that Anita, was worried that Theresa would come , while she was not there and would be surprised to find me instead. Anita then switched over to English and told me that Theresa, was her cousin, from Bassein ( just north of Bombay). She left her home early, around 4 o'clock, every week day, to catch the first local train from Virar to Church gate ,( local train stops ), so that she could attend 6 o'clock mass, at our church. She carried around 60 Kgs, of fresh Vegetables, in her large open basket, on her head. Every week day afternoon, she would gather up all her remaining vegetables, in her basket and would come to eat and rest at Anita's place. Later she would go back around 6.30 in the evening sell the remaining vegatables and catch the 8.45 Virar local. Anita introduced me, and I saw the look of amazement on Theresa's face when she realized who exactly I was, under the saree. Anita explained, quickly why I was dressed, as a woman. Theresa said that she had heard about the trouble and how "Wahid" dada (gangster) had come with his hoodlums looking out for some local boys, who had beat his brother. That is why his men were out in the market place today. Now she also got worried. I was surprised to hear her speak English. Not stylish, but correct and polite.

She knew her way around Anita's home and soon she was back from the bathroom after a quick wash. Her saree was now down to her ankles. We sat down to a quick lunch. After eating, we decided that I would go with Theresa to Bassein for a few weeks. Theresa then loosened the pallau end tucked inside her saree, stretched a little and proceeded, to lay on the sofa. In a little while she was fast asleep.

Anita then motioned me to join her in the bedroom. I followed her. As soon as the door was shut we were hugging and kissing each other. She soon had me in her lap as we continued our kissing. Slowly she lifted me in her arms and stood me up. She stood up and unwrapped her saree, and laid it carefully on a chair. She started kissing and caressing me and slowly started unwrapping my saree. She lay the saree carefully on top her own. Then she drew me to the bed and gently lay me on my back. She slowly started kissing my open midriff area, teasing my navel with her tongue. Her hands went under my petticoat and I felt them slowly climb up my thighs. She reached my panties and slowly started pulling them down. I lifted my bottoms, to assist her. My erection sprung up and lifted the petticoat like a tent. She reached out to the table and from her purse pulled out a condom. She already knew that I had not used a condom before. Lifting up my petticoat she rolled the condom on to my erect member. She then reached under her own petticoat and pulled off her panties . She lay besides me and took me in her arms. Slowly she got on top of me and guided my member into her. Gradually she started moving and soon she was bucking and riding me. I lifted my hands and cupped her breasts pressing them gently. All the time, my excitement was increasing. We were having intercourse, MY FIRST TIME. As our climax neared ,her breathing changed, she lowered her lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around her neck and we climaxed. I was totally satisfied, breathing quietly. She kissed me lightly and lay besides me. I drifted of to sleep in her arms. THE ARMS OF MY LOVER. AND "Wahid" dada and the rest of the world could take a rain check for the time being.

  

  

  

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