Continue part 1....
Did Riya just gave me a panty to wear? really? Or did the panty just got into the bundle by mistake? It made sense on her part.. to think.. that we all do wear underwear. And this was the only available underwear in this situation so she did it right after all.
But I wasn't going to wear it. I decided to wear the pyjama without underwear.. err.. panty and put my legs one by one into it. But I couldn't bring it up. The waist was too narrow and it got stuck near my upper thighs. You see, Riya is only 5'2" and I am 5'7". She is slim but gifted at top. I decided to check the t-shirt too, it fit but of course it looked different. Surprisingly not bad though, but different.
I called Riya and told her that the pyjama won't fit as the waist is too narrow for me. The t-shirt was fine though. She said this was the largest pyjama she had as it was old and stretched. She will check if there's something else and went away. I heard her opening the cupboard and was waiting quietly. My eyes again went to the panty and I took it in my hand and started inspecting closely. The cotton fabric at the crotch had faded somewhat due to washings, else it was relatively new. I brought it to my nose and sniffed it. It smelled like any other piece of washed garment but by now my mind had switched to a different topic and it resulted in strong blood flow somewhere else. First time in this apartment, i found myself with a raging erection.
Riya knocked on the door. I opened it slightly and extended my arm out. She handed me a pile of clothes. It was a pair of salwar-kameez (an ethnic Indian dress). The salwar was white, baggy and had a string at waist. I felt it will fit me. The kameez was blue and had some glittery lace at the chest area. Having no other option I decided to wear them but my erection was not going away. I was in panic how to go out with an erection. I thought of masturbating but it will take quite some time, which will look odd. My eyes went again to the panty. I picked it up and put it on. It didn't hide my erection and I was still having a tent at the front but I placed my penis in vertical position facing upwards and the thin elastic waist did just enough to keep it in place. I put on salwar and kameez and looked into the bathroom mirror. As it was small, all I could see was myself chest up and again it didn't look very bad. Different yes, but not bad. I was surprised.
I was shy looking in the direction of Riya but it was also not possible to ignore each other in this small room. She laughed very mildly, more to make the environment light, and said:
"Come here, let me look closely. You look good in them. Maybe a few changes and you can beat more than half the girls. As of now, you can only beat them in number of hairs in their moustache.. lol."
Not to do with what she said but the way she said it and how relaxed she seemed, it got me out of my shyness and i too started laughing.
"So what will I order if I was in a beauty parlor?" I asked.
"You don't need a beauty parlor, you only need to shave. Go do it and come back. Anyways tomorrow you will be back into your own clothes, why not make it look better now. This sounds like good fun."
By now, we had poured and finished our second glass of wine and both of us were feeling much less inhibited. I could still feel the slight sensation of panty which I was wearing, which was making me aroused although in a bit different way. I thought why not do as she says and started enjoying the dressing game.
"But I don't have my razor here." I said. It also meant, I was now game to dressing properly in female dress.
"Come, let me give you my razor. It's meant for legs but it should work."
She took me to the bathroom and took out a female razor. I washed my face with water and applied a layer of face wash. I shaved using the face wash foam instead of shaving cream. I was now looking much better in the salwar kameez dress and there was no ugly, manly beard. Instead it was a clean face with short hairs, not very girly but yet much better.
As I came out, Riya began to inspect me from all angles. Then she opened her cupboard and took out a headband, which was similar to what tennis players wear but only half the width. She put it on my forehead. I could see a small smile of satisfaction on her face.
I went and stood in front of the full size mirror in the apartment. I couldn't believe how passable I looked as a woman. If I was to walk on the street and someone just passed by, he won't notice I was not a girl but a guy. The small headband accessory had completely transformed my hairstyle from a men's cut to a women's short boy cut. I started paying analyzing my every body part one by one. I had no breasts but the kameez had slight padding which made it look like I had very small A-cup breasts. The kameez narrowed at my abdomen and again flared at buttocks, which were filled as I was larger than Riya. It gave me a very hourglass figure look.
Hardly 2-3 minutes had passed when Riya started opening her makeup box. I understood she wants to put makeup on me. Suddenly it made me very uncomfortable and I asked her to stop. She was laughing and kept searching for items in the box. I suddenly felt anger gripping over me. Why is she not stopping when I asked her to? I couldn't control my anger and started scolding her.
"Why can't you understand I am saying I don't want any makeup? Are you deaf? Can't you understand a simple thing?" I said quite loudly and angrily.
She stopped completely as if she hadn't expected that I will suddenly change from being playful to being angry at her. Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh and I clearly overreacted. The room was completely silent now with both of us avoiding eye contact.
She slowly closed the makeup box and went inside the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and getting fresh, she came out and went straight to bed.
"Switch off the lights when you are sleeping." She said and turned her face away from me.
I got locked out of my apartment in during the beginning of Covid pandemic. I had to move to my colleague Riya single room apartment in same building. With no access to my apartment, I had no option but to change into her female clothes. I reacted angrily to her play of applying makeup on me, after which she went to sleep on her bed.
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My anger quickly subsided and I was feeling like a complete jerk now. Feeling like shit, I immediately switched off the light and lay down on sofa. But sleep was far, far away from my eyes.
Here she was who didn't complaint about a single thing all this time, never even said a negative word as to how I can be careless to get myself locked out of my apartment. She shared her apartment, even her clothes with me and how did I respond to all her kindness? I yelled at her. And what was wrong if she wanted to apply a little makeup on top of the dress? What was I doing here if we were not friends and couldn't play a little with each other or have some fun?
The more I realized my stupidity, the more my heart kept sinking. Unable to take it anymore, I went to the kitchen and poured the remaining of wine and drank it all in one go. I came back to the sofa, sitting instead of lying down.
Riya turned on the bed. Unable to bear the pain and a little tipsy by wine, I softly called her name. She moved her head very slightly and then lay still. I called her name again. This time, she answered with a very soft "hmm". From her sound, I wasn't sure but I felt she was weeping.
I got up from sofa and went to bed sitting beside her. I said sorry and put my hand on her top right shoulder. It was wet from her tears, as she was till now lying on her right side. I didn't know what to say now.
"I am sorry Riya, i am really sorry!! I do not know what got into me. Probably because I have never even thought of wearing girl's things and it all feels very weird. I myself don't know what exactly I am feeling. But it doesn't make it at all right the way I shouted at you. You have done so much for me and just were being a little playful. I can't justify my action. Please forgive me, I can't tell how sorry I am. Please stop crying, it's all my fault. I will never do same again. I promise."
I really meant what I said and probably that worked. While speaking to her, I took her hand in my hand and pressed it very slightly. She didn't stop sobbing but at least she didn't pull her hand away. I immediately felt better.