Confused, I tried to calm her down and lovingly asked, "Tell me without crying, Revathi." Her answer made me uneasy. Although I was angry, seeing her state, I began to comfort her. But she kept pleading with me. I tried to change the subject, but she held my hands, her eyes red, and insisted. Not knowing what else to do, I asked her, "What do I need to do?"
She said, "I need to put makeup on you and make you beautiful. No one else is coming forward to help me, and this is the only solution my instructor gave me. Please help me."
I paused for a moment and said, "Let me talk to your instructor." I took my phone, went outside, and called her. She told me, "I had no other choice, that's why I gave your wife this idea." She added that she had done this with her own husband and that every makeup artist would have done this at some point. "I've sent a photo to your number; look at it and tell me," she said, and hung up.
When I opened the message and saw the photo, my eyes widened. It showed her and her husband, both wearing makeup, appearing as two women. After seeing that, I began to understand what Revathi meant when she said, "If you had come inside, you would have understood." Not knowing what to do, I texted the instructor: "I will try to talk to my wife and make her understand. Otherwise, I agree that nothing is more important than family."
I walked inside, and my wife was eagerly awaiting my decision. I asked her if there was really no other way, and her eyes welled up again. I immediately said, "Okay, dear, tell me what to do. I will do it for you. I said I would do anything for our family's happiness." My wife hugged me and thanked me.
Then she asked, "Shall we try it now?" Confused, I asked her, "Now?" She said, "We don't have time, so we need to try it right now and send a picture to them." I asked about our son. She replied, "I'll put him to sleep, and we'll go into that room to try it."
I agreed and went into the room. When I switched on the light, I was surprised. Her large mirror and several covers were there. Just by looking at them, I knew what they contained. It was clear she knew I would agree eventually. A little while later, she came in. Seeing everything ready, I teased her, "It looks like you already had this planned." She smiled and said, "I knew you would agree." Then she asked me, "Shall we start?"
With no other choice, I asked, "Okay, tell me what we are going to do." She said, "Today, I'm just going to put on basic makeup, but tomorrow, you must take leave and help me." When I asked what I needed to do tomorrow, she said, "I'll tell you tomorrow," and began decorating my face. After much difficulty, she finished my face, told me to wake up early tomorrow, and took a few photos to send to her instructor. The instructor praised her effort.
When my wife suggested we go to bed, I asked, "Should I wash this off?" She said, "No, sleep just like this." I protested, "The boy will laugh in the morning if he sees me." She said, "It's fine," and led me to the bed.
I told her, "Don't tell anyone that I am trying this, and don't do this when our son is around." She agreed, then told me, "In the morning, shave your mustache and beard. Call me when you go to bathe," and then she fell asleep.
The next morning, my son woke me up and teased me, asking if I was wearing lipstick. I immediately got up and went to the bathroom. I saw that my wife had kept a trimmer and shaving supplies there.
After shaving my mustache and beard after a long time, I called my wife. She shouted back, "I'm getting our son ready for school, wait a minute." I washed my face and sat on the bed. Looking at my face evoked a strange mix of emotions. My mind kept asking me what I would say when I went to work and met people. I messaged my office that I couldn't come in today and to call me if needed, and put the phone aside.
Revathi came in, smiled at my face, and asked, "It's been so long since I've seen you like this! Do you remember the last time you shaved your beard and mustache?" I replied, "Yes, for about six months when, he cried because my kisses and cuddles pricked him." She laughed and said, "You look much younger like this; you can stay this way." She caressed my face with her hands.
Then, she took me to the storage room, handed me a bottle of Veet cream (hair removal cream), and said, "Apply this all over your body and wash it off after a while." When I asked, "Do I really have to do this? People will think I look strange," she replied, "I trust that you won't show your body to anyone other than me." I couldn't argue and said, "Okay." She said, "If you need help, call me, I'll go give the boy a bath," and left.
I applied the cream to my arms and legs and sat there for a while. My wife came back and asked, "Haven't you done it yet?" When I said I had applied it, she came closer and said, "Apply it to all the areas below the neck. Only then will you get a good result." When I asked her how I could reach those areas, she said, "Take off your vest and briefs, and I will apply it for you and leave." I asked her, "How can you apply it there?" She immediately smiled and said, "Because we played a lot, there's a third person outside playing with us." I smiled back and grabbed her cheeks, asking, "Shall we play again then?"
She pushed my hands away and said, "First, help me win this, and then we'll see, we'll play however you want." She applied the cream all over my body and then left to take our son to school. Before leaving, she told me, "I've kept a set of clothes for you, wear them, and I'll be back soon.
After a while, I showered and came out. My body was completely smooth and shining, without a single hair. Seeing myself in the mirror, I felt a kind of change.
Then I went to my room and saw that Revathi had left a blue petticoat (skirt) and a T-shirt on the bed. When I picked them up, I was instantly reminded of the photo her instructor had sent. After thinking for a few seconds, understanding my wife's plight, I put on the petticoat and T-shirt. I sat down, unsure of what to do next.
When my wife didn't come home for a long time, I called her, and she said she would be home soon. I went out to the hall and sat down. While watching TV, my wife came home. She was carrying some supplies and flowers. Seeing me, she laughed and teased me, saying, "It looks good!"
Then, she put everything down and called me into the room. When I went inside and asked her what I should do, she said, "Today will be a simple look. We will try something that suits your physique." She took out a red top and black leggings from the cover she brought. Seeing them, I felt shy and teased her, saying, "Are you going to make fun of me?" She laughed and replied, "It's nothing like that, let's just try." Then she made me sit in front of the mirror.