Vijay: The reluctant woman

Chapter 5: The Unexpected Guest

Vijay stood frozen near the corridor, heart pounding like a drum. The yellow nighty felt too thin, too exposing. His heavy breasts rose and fell with every scared breath. The red bangles on his wrists made soft clicking sounds whenever he moved. He wanted to run and hide, but his legs wouldn’t listen.

Uncle Raja came hurrying from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “Stay calm,” he whispered quickly before opening the front door.

A tall, muscular man stepped inside. He was dark-skinned, broad-shouldered, with a thick mustache and strong arms. He wore a simple shirt and lungi. His sharp eyes first landed on Vijay — the woman in the yellow nighty standing there with wide, kajal-lined eyes and a messy bun. Then the man looked back at Uncle Raja.

“Is this the guy…?” he asked in a deep voice.

Vijay felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. Shock hit him hard. *How could Babai tell a stranger about me?* His mind spun. *I’m finished. He’s going to call the police. I’m doomed.*

Uncle Raja saw the fear on Vijay’s feminine face and smiled gently. “Don’t worry, my dear. This man you can trust with your life. Come, let’s all sit in the living room.”

They moved to the simple living room. Vijay sat carefully on the edge of the sofa, pulling the nighty over his smooth thighs, trying to act normal even though everything felt wrong. The tall man sat opposite him.

Uncle Raja began, “Vijay, this is Ravi. He is the son of my best friend from the old days. After his father passed away, Ravi took over the small drama troop. He has made it very successful now.”

Vijay still looked confused. His glossy lips stayed slightly open. "What does a drama troop have to do with me hiding from the police?"

Ravi smiled, showing strong white teeth. “You might be wondering how I made my troop so profitable. Your uncle helped me a lot. He taught me the real secret of transformation.” Ravi looked at Vijay with knowing eyes. “Let me show you.”

Ravi stood up and walked to the front door. He opened it slightly and spoke to someone outside. Then he came back inside.

Behind his big masculine body, another person entered the living room.

Vijay’s eyes widened.

A gorgeous woman stepped into the light. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, full of raw, natural beauty. Her skin glowed with a healthy shine. Long black hair was tied in a loose bun with a few strands falling on her face. A bright red bindi sat on her forehead. She wore a deep red saree that hugged her body perfectly. The saree pallu was draped over one shoulder, but the way she had tied it left her soft, curvy midriff completely exposed. Her belly button looked deep and inviting. Above it, her ample cleavage pushed out proudly from the tight maroon blouse, the fabric stretching over her full breasts. The red saree wrapped around her wide hips and thick thighs, falling gracefully to her bare feet. She stood there smiling, one hand on her hip, looking confident and sexy like a real village housewife who knew exactly how beautiful she was.

Vijay forgot everything for a moment — the police, the murder, his own situation. He was completely smitten. "Lucky guy", he thought, looking at Ravi. "How does someone get a hot woman like this as his wife?" Vijay’s eyes kept going back to her exposed midriff, the deep cleavage, the way her body moved. Under the silicone panty, he felt his real manhood twitch and start to harden. The fake pussy between his legs felt strange and tight. Heat rose in his cheeks. He would love to fuck a woman like this… just once.

The woman walked slowly toward him, hips swaying gently in the red saree. She stopped very close. Vijay could smell the faint scent of jasmine in her hair. His breathing became faster. His new breasts heaved under the yellow nighty.

Then the woman leaned forward a little and spoke.

But the voice that came out was deep and clearly male.

“Bro… I’m a man too.”

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The words hung in the air. Vijay’s mouth fell open in complete shock. The beautiful, sexy aunty standing right in front of him… was actually a man.

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To be continued
To be continued ...