The car ride back to the apartment was silent except for Karthika’s quiet sobs. She stared out the window, tears rolling down her cheeks as the memories of the red-light area flooded her mind — the whistles, the men calling her “potachi,” the drunk driver pulling her close, forcing kisses on her face and lips. The humiliation of unknowingly offering herself like a prostitute burned deep. The heavy, sweat-dampened chiffon saree clung uncomfortably to her smooth skin, the petticoat chafing between her legs, the tight blouse pressing the gel breasts against her chest.
Meera noticed and leaned over. “Look here, Karthika. Look at me, baby girl.” She took out a wet tissue and gently wiped away the smudged lipstick from around Karthika’s mouth. Then she used a small solvent to dissolve the Feviquick, freeing her lips at last.
Karthika immediately turned away in anger and disappointment, staring out the window again, lost in the nightmare of the evening.
They reached the apartment complex just after 10:30 pm. The low-rise building was quiet — neighbours rarely saw each other at this hour. They parked and walked up. As soon as they entered the apartment, Karthika stood awkwardly in the living room, still fully dressed as Karthika, hoping desperately that the ordeal was finally over.
“Sit down, Karthika,” Aditya said pleasantly. “Hope you liked today?”
Karthika remained silent, head down, completely shattered.
Meera smiled sweetly. “Just like a proper woman should reply — silent and accepting what her boyfriend has done for her. Good girl.”
Aditya chuckled. “Come on, Karthika. Chill a bit. We can do some fun things as friends. But first, let’s take some pictures of you actually being a girlfriend.”
Rahul picked up his phone. “Karthika, why don’t you sit on Aditya’s lap like a good girlfriend and smile?”
Karthika shook her head frantically, voice faint and broken. “Please… not me. I’m a guy. I don’t want to do this.”
Meera sighed. “Come on, baby. Let’s finish this.”
Karthika kept repeating in a trembling voice, “No… I don’t want to do this. This is wrong.”
Aditya smirked. “This is why we should have kept the Feviquick on tonight. So we don’t have to hear these tantrums.” He reached over, gently but firmly pulled Karthika from her seat, and made her sit sideways on his lap against her will.
“Smile, Karthika. Put your hands around my neck and smile together.”
Karthika resisted, body stiff. Aditya’s voice turned cold. “If you’re not going to do it, we’ll just send those videos online right now and you can walk out of here as Karthika for everyone to see.”
Defeated, Karthika lowered her head, placed her hands around Aditya’s neck, and forced a tiny, faint smile. Meera corrected her immediately. “Not like a man, silly girl. Smile with just your lips a little — soft and pretty, like a real woman.”
Rahul took several photos. Karthika was then forced to remain on Aditya’s lap. He held her tightly around the waist and began slowly rubbing her private area over the layers of the saree, edging her deliberately. “Did you love tonight, Karthika?”
The sudden rush of unwanted arousal mixed with the deep humiliation of sitting on a man’s lap made Karthika’s mind spin. She had no choice. She nodded faintly.
“See? We knew you would like this evening dressed as Karthika. You loved being a woman, right?”
Another defeated nod.
Karthika finally stood up on shaky legs and moved to a corner, trying to disappear. The others sat comfortably. Meera called out, “Come sit down with us, Karthika. Relax. Let’s have some drinks and take a group picture to remember this special day.”
They stood for a selfie. Meera pulled Karthika between them. “Come on, baby. Smile for the photo. Embrace being a woman, at least for me. I always longed to have a girl bestie.” As they posed, Karthika felt Aditya’s hand on her hip, pinching firmly, and Rahul’s fingers pinching her bottom through the saree. She had to keep smiling while Meera clicked multiple shots.
After that, Meera asked innocently, “Karthika, can you go and bring us some water and shot glasses? You’ll find them in the kitchen.”
Karthika moved slowly in the heavy, sweat-stained saree. The fabric stuck to her armpits and back. She held the pallu tightly. Meera stopped her. “Wait, Karthika. It’s better if you put the pallu this way.” She tucked the pallu firmly around Karthika’s body and into the waist at her hips. “This frees your hands and stops it getting in the way. Perfect for a servant girl like you.”
Karthika walked to the kitchen, utterly humiliated, found the glasses, filled them with water, and brought the shot glasses back.
Meera then sent her again. “Karthika, why don’t you get some snacks or lemon pieces from the fridge? We’re going to do some shots.”
While Karthika was gone, Meera brought a bottle of cough syrup from the bathroom. They poured rum into their glasses but mixed Karthika’s drink with only a little rum and a lot of cough syrup to make her drowsy and compliant.
When Karthika returned with the lime, they cheered: “Here’s to Karthik becoming Karthika!” and drank. Karthika downed the sweet, heavy mixture, feeling its effects slowly.
Gathering courage, she whispered, “Is it over? Can I leave? Can I change back to Karthik and go please… Aditya, Rahul, Meera… please let me go and delete everything.”
Rahul grinned. “Oh no, it’s already late. Why don’t you just stay over? Sleep in the other room and go tomorrow morning.”
Karthika looked shocked.
Meera giggled. “Yes, Karthika. It’s very late. Your hostel would have closed. You can’t sleep on the road. It’s not good for a young woman to be out alone. You saw what happened earlier.”
Karthika tried to protest that he would change into guy clothes, but Meera smiled. “Okay, fine. If you can find your man’s clothes, you can change and go.”
Karthika searched the room where he had left them earlier. Nothing. Instead, a purple floral nightie lay neatly on the bed. His own clothes were hanging wet on the drying line Selvi had washed them.
Meera called out, “Your clothes are drying, Karthika. All wet. You can’t wear them.”
Fresh tears welled up. Karthika realised she would have to stay in feminine clothes overnight.
“Where is my phone?” Karthik asked weakly. His mind had been so preoccupied with the demasculinization he has been experiencing that he hadn’t even thought of it.
Meera replied casually, “It’s with Selvi. We’ll get it to you in the morning.”
Suddenly Meera clapped. “Karthika, come here. Selvi was so kind — she lent you her nightie for the night. Let’s quickly change you. I’m tired and want to sleep.”
Karthika couldn’t believe how the situation kept spiraling. She moved to the bedroom and stared at the purple floral nightie.
In a soft, pleading voice: “Can I at least borrow Rahul’s or Aditya’s shorts and t-shirt? Or an old pyjama? Please, Meera… this is so humiliating, sleeping in a nightie.”
Meera cooed, “Come on, Karthika. You are still Karthika to us, at least for tonight. It will be an experience soft nightie, more ventilation than your boring restricting boy clothes.”
Karthika tried to protest again. Meera cut her off. “No more tantrums, Karthika. You sleep in this nightie or stay in the saree. You decide.”
Desperate to get out of the sweaty, pinned saree, Karthika silently picked up the nightie.
“Good decision, girl,” Meera said sweetly. She helped remove the pins one by one, talking the entire time. “You must be so lucky to experience life as Karthika. You learnt how women get treated every day being treated as prostitutes even when we dressed well, pinched, groped, cat-called. You felt the real weight of that dupatta you stole. I’m still angry about that, but I hope you’ve learnt your lesson.”
The saree was untied and dropped. Meera helped remove the blouse. When Karthika reached for the petticoat strings, Meera stopped her. “Woah, woah! What are you doing, woman? You have to wear the petticoat under your nightie. You can’t expose yourself — not very ladylike, baby. It stays on.”
Karthika asked if she could at least remove the bra. Meera refused. “No, honey. I want you to sleep with breasts. It will be exciting. Let me loosen the straps a bit so they don’t cut you.”
Meera slipped the purple floral nightie over Karthika’s head. It was short, thin, and embarrassingly feminine. “Soo cute you look, Karthika.”
They removed the wig and most of the makeup. Karthika, now in the nightie over the petticoat and bra with gel forms, felt utterly defeated. The cough syrup was making her extremely drowsy. She collapsed onto the bed and fell into a heavy sleep almost immediately.
Meera switched off the light and left.
At 1 am, the door opened quietly. Rahul and Meera slipped in with evil little laughs, looking at their “masterpiece.” Karthika lay sleeping cutely in the floral nightie, petticoat visible underneath, bra straps peeking out.
Meera knelt down, slowly rode the nightie up, and began edging Karthika’s private area gently over the soft panties. Even in deep sleep, Karthika’s body squirmed and reacted. Finally, she climaxed, leaking helplessly. A wet spot slowly spread across the front of the nightie.
Rahul took several photos — no wig, just the feminized Karthika in a bra with visible “breasts,” floral nightie, petticoat, and the growing wet spot.
Rahul whispered, “Perfect picture…”
Meera smiled softly. “She is so cute in that nightie. Good night, sweetie.”
They quietly left the room, leaving Karthika asleep in her humiliating, stained nightie completely unaware of how deeply her transformation had taken root.
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