Movie Night

I stepped out in a while wearing the panties only. And I had my towel wrapped around my waist. The bra was still in my hands. Mother-in-law laughed. “I see my daughter in law still can’t hook her bra by herself.” Before I could say anything, she came closer and showed me the trick – Tie it towards the front, then twist it around and then pull the straps over your shoulders. Then she produced a plate which had two big dough balls of wheat flour. Mother-in-law smirked and I went pink. She took the dough balls, carefully inserted them in each of my bra cups and then she pressed them using her palms. It was an awkward moment and I closed my eyes. It suddenly felt like I was actually a girl and my own mother-in-law was pressing my breasts and seducing me. She gave me a gentle slap, so I open my eyes. I realised she was holding a red blouse that had its hooks in the back and therefore had to be worn from the front.

With each step, I wanted to back off but I was in a kind of hypnotism. I put my arms in the sleeves that were of almost three quarter length. I turned around and mother-in-law closed the hooks. And just when she announced it done, I realised that it fit like it was stitched for me only. No odd bulges, no wrinkles, nothing. I also realised that the neck was deep cut and was revealing just the top of my bra cups. Mother-in-law then used some makeup to match the colour of my dough breasts to my actual skin colour. A smile of satisfaction came on her lips. She then looked at my towel and pulled it shouting “You would wet your panties already. I have only one in this colour.” Though I wasn’t aroused, there was a certain sensation I could feel and maybe that caused a slight erection down there which I suddenly tried to hide with my hands. Mother-in-law laughed. “I really think you are enjoying it even if you keep denying. But relax. Nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, it’s time for your petticoat.”

She produced the red inner skirt and I stepped in as she brought it up to my waist but then dropped it a little to uncover my belly button. She then tied it as tight as possible and I almost screamed with discomfort. “I hope my real daughter was half as girly as you. She has been such a tomboy, thanks to her father. I missed having a daughter all these years. But thanks to the only good choice my daughter has ever made, I won’t miss having a daughter by my side anymore. I promise I will love and pamper you more than her.”

It seemed she was now in an unstoppable flow of emotions and she kept on dressing me as she talked. My nails had been filed the previous night only. So she just removed the old paint and painted them afresh in deep red. As my hands were drying, she took out what looked like two cones. I almost pulled my leg back as I saw what it was but she held it tight and gave me a stern look. She started putting mehndi on my legs and feet. By the time she was done with that, my hands had dried and she now started putting mehndi on my hands and arms. On the legs, she had made the design starting from my knees to the toes and on the arms from the finger tips to the elbows.

Now I was not even in the position to move. Before I knew, mother-in-law took a few pictures on her phone saying “To make sure that my daughter in law obeys me.” She then started making up my face and I obviously couldn’t move an inch. She trimmed my eyebrows and gave them a proper arch. Thick coat of eye liner with a long stroke to enhance the eyes. Mascara to bring out my lashes that are otherwise weirdly long for a guy. Eye shadow in dual tones of gold and red. Since my skin is kind of pale, she gave me a thick makeup. My cheek bones were now pronounced and beaming red. My lips were made too creamy with three generous coats of red lipstick and with a protective coat of wax. It was literally becoming an effort to keep my lips apart as they felt like joined with glue.

She suddenly stepped back and picked up her phone from a table. I thought time for more pictures. But she looked at the screen, smiled and turned it towards me. I was shocked. She had actually put it there with the camera on and it was recording my complete transformation. She then smiled and clicked more pictures. But to my surprise, this time she uploaded a few. I shouted, almost cried. She started laughing instead and dabbed my eyes to avoid any damage to the makeup. That’s when she showed me her phone. She had actually cropped the pictures and none of them had my complete face. Somewhere just the arms or the hands, hands covering the face, feet, lips, eyes and more. But nowhere my complete face, thankfully. She only uploaded them to flaunt her mehndi and makeup skills. But what scared me was the fact that she had already received comments like “Wow! Looks like a bride in the making. Do post the full pictures once she is ready.”

She ignored my nervousness completely and now she casually pulled out a piercing gun from the drawer. All she had to do to make me comply was saying “You know I have the pictures. And my daughter does too. Right. So I can let the world know that this was your fantasy deep down and we just helped you live it and express it or you can let me do what I am doing and I promise this will stay between us.” I kept staring at her scared. She then raised the gun and I just closed my eyes. I was now trying so damn hard to control and ignore my actual emotions that I didn’t even flinch when the piercing gun punched my earlobes. What came next was even more painful but I had kind of determined not to scream. She cleaned my ears with an antiseptic, and without waiting, handed me heavy golden hoops and asked me to wear them myself. I bit my lips, clutched my teeth but I didn’t let a tear flow down my cheeks or a scream escape my throat as I struggled and felt the pain.

None of the girls in the house had seen me till now. They were not even up as it was still early morning and they were late risers. Mother-in-law now checked my nose. Now I was very scared. Even ready to scream to keep her from doing it. Not because of the upcoming pain but the embarrassment of hiding the nose piercing later out in the world. I could explain the ears as it’s a normal thing for guys these days but not the nose. I was at the edge of the chair. Ready to run or scream or whatever it takes.

But then came her dialogue. “The door is locked. You can’t run. Scream and the girls will be here anytime. And seeing you have come so far, they might want to do a lot of other things.” Saying this, she teased my belly button with the piercing gun. And then she gave me a choice. “OK let’s do one thing. I will not pierce your nose. But then I will pierce your naval. Well, I think you are slim, have a beautiful belly button. It will look cuter there.” And she showed me a belly ring that had a pendant sort of a thing hanging from it with words “Princess”. She continued. “Plus then I also can’t guarantee not posting the final pictures online. I mean you know I am a beautician and I think your pictures will really boost my business. Right now most of my clients are women. Maybe I start receiving some trans customers too. So yes, let’s go with the naval piercing. I agree.”

I couldn’t utter a word but I shook my head hard. I then gathered all my courage and turned my face to show her my nostril. She then smiled and placed the gun saying, “As you wish, my dear daughter in law.” And she punched. This time I did scream but it was pressed by her laughter. She then did the same procedure with the nostril and gave me a giant nose ring to wear. Almost the size of a bangle. Maybe she was enjoying it as I struggled to wear it myself and hurting myself more. It had two emerald stones hanging just in front of my upper lip. So whenever I tried to talk or move my lips, they would brush and tickle and make their presence felt.

She then announced that it wad time for my hair. She combed my hair several times and then produced several lengths of hair extensions. Which were then pinned to my own shoulder length hair. A centre partition was created. The entire length at the back was then styled and tied into a heavy bun which was then covered with a golden net and secured with stone studded pins and clips. A maang-tikka was placed in the partition. A gold chain was connected from the nose ring to the hair behind my ears. A heavy gold necklace came next. Two boxes of red glass bangles were opened. Now my arms were sporting 12 of them each. Several golden rings in my fingers and a few on the toes. Heavily studded golden anklets that made too much noise in sync with the glass bangles.

Suddenly I realised that I was now sitting like a docile bride who is getting ready for her husband. After all the jewellery it was now time for the saree. It was extremely ornate and heavy and was in pure silk. Mother-in-law not only just helped me wear it but she made me wear it a few times before I myself knew how to make the pleats and how to correctly place and pin the pallu. It took me about 10 rounds before I finally wore it perfectly all by myself. But that’s when I realised why she insisted on teaching me how to. I looked up and there she was. Again filming me. But this time she had a proof I could not even defend. Because there was on her camera getting ready for my first Karwachauth, wearing the saree myself. Not only that she had recorded me wearing the earrings and the nose ring also by myself. I knew I was tricked and very smartly.

I dropped my head. She gave me heels to wear. They were about 4″ and I was in a saree first time in my life. She asked me to wear them myself and enjoyed a lot as I struggled because of the saree, the bangles, the earrings, necklace, anklets and everything I was wearing including the tight bra and the things inserted. I finally managed to strap the heels and get up by myself. All my mother-in-law said was this. “Back arched in a little, head straight, chin parallel to the ground, one foot in front of the other, lift your saree off the floor a little with your fingers and take short strides or you will experience the worst fall of your life.”

Just when she opened the door, I was in shock. The room was filled with ladies. All heavily dressed but not as much as I was. Clearly I was the only new bride there. I couldn’t move. My feet froze. And I couldn’t even turn around in the fear of tripping on my own saree. That’s when I saw my girl friend, who was actually now dressed like my husband coming down. Wait, my husband??? That’s when I realised she was wearing a typical men’s three piece suit.

I kept standing like a statue. As she came closer, my mother-in-law produced a box of sindoor. She took a pinch and put it in my hair partition in a long stroke from front to back. Then my mother-in-law took out a mangalsutra and gave it to my girlfriend and now husband. She tied it around my neck. That’s when all the ladies in the room started clapping. My mother-in-law pushed my back so as to make me bend and touch my husband’s feet to take his blessings. As I did so, my husband helped me up from my shoulders and right there, kissed me hard on my lips. The ladies clapped even harder. My saree pallu was then draped around my head and I was asked to keep it like that my holding the end if the pallu with my finger tips.

The ladies were sitting in a group on the carpet in the living room. I wad taken there by one of them and made to sit on the carpet like them. The friends of my husband then came with a large pooja thaali and placed it on my lap. I was given a small bowl of rice pudding to eat and then I was told that since it was my Karwachauth fast, I am not supposed to eat my next meal before the moon is out at night. That too only after worshipping the moon god and my god like husband who will feed me the first bite to complete the fast.

My husband then left with his friends and I became a part of the ladies’ pooja group. We went to the temple where the pujari blessed me to be a good wife and a mother. After that we sang bhajans and danced and had fun. I also accompanied my mother-in-law and some other ladies to the market where my mother-in-law bought me some gifts – a few nighties, a couple of sarees and salwar kameez suits, plus some skirts and tops too.

By the time we were done shopping, the moon showed up. We came back home. We all gathered in the society park where I and the other wives along with our husbands did the Karwachauth pooja, made our offerings to the moon god and we all wives took the blessings of our husbands once again wishing for their long life. We then had dinner and came back home.

Mother-in-law took me inside to change. She smiled as my hands automatically went for the bag of nighties she had bought me but she stopped me and handed me another bag. I opened it and saw that it was the one with skirts, blouses and tops. I was lost in the visual when mother-in-law took out an A-line navy blue skirt with pink flowers printed and a satin blouse in the same pink with long bishop sleeves, a sweetheart neck, puffed shoulders and a knotted hem. Along she handed me satin navy blue pumps, a pearl necklace with pearly hoops and a pearl drop nose ring. There was also a fresh pair of panties and bra in a similar pink. And there were also fishnet stockings. Mother-in-law closed the room door and said while leaving, “Knock when you are ready.”

The challenge was not to wear those things. The challenge was to undress. It took me about an hour to get ready and I knocked when I was. This time it was my husband’s friends. They not only taught me how to take the makeup off but also applied the fresh one in sync with my new outfit. The bangles, the sindoor and the mangalsutra were retained saying that they were the symbol of me now being married. And I have to wear them for at least a year. I was then given a handbag with all the makeup to touch-up and other essentials. Once again, several pictures were taken. This time in different girly and fashion model like poses. I was finally taken out of the house and left alone in the driveway.

Just as I was wondering, I saw my husband coming on a motorbike. Wait, that was my girl friend. And she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She could see my confusion, my nervousness, my anxiety but instead of addressing any of it, and ignoring the fact that I wished it was a car, she gestured me to hop on. Now I knew why was I given a skirt. As I sat with both my legs to the left, keeping one hand on her shoulder and the other on my lap, she put the bike in gear and we left. On the way, she applied brakes several times and without any reason. Until I sat hugging her from behind. Then she suddenly stopped the bike under a secluded lamp post and asked me to get down. She got down too, put the motorbike on the centre stand and now had me sit on it. And then she started kissing me, and playing with my breasts and rubbing her hands on my inner thighs and my bum. Her love was violent. I was about to cum when she stopped. She then smiled, took my handbag, took out the make-up, and gave me a touch-up.

We sat on the motorbike again and when we started, I realised it was the same spot as the other movie night. We finally reached our destination – the movie theatre. She handed me the tickets and went to the restroom. I looked at the tickets and realised they were for yet another exclusively-for-ladies show. I was still looking back at the incidents of the past two days when I felt being pushed inside the hall. She had taken corner seats. The movie started and so did our love making with once again I playing the girl part.