His Plaything : From Senior To Slave A Walk Outside

Ravi led a double life. By day, he was a software developer, working alongside colleagues who saw him as a typical IT professional. 

At night, he transformed into Urmila, his feminine alter ego.Ravi’s fascination with women’s attire and makeup began in college, and over time, it evolved into a passion.

Ravi’s apartment was Urmila’s sanctuary. He curated a wardrobe of sarees, blouses, and lace lingerie.

Makeup and skincare products lined his dresser, alongside hair accessories and jewelry. Here, Ravi shed his inhibitions.

Normally, Urmila’s existence was confined within these walls. Ravi would dress up, admire himself, and unwind.

But tonight was different. Confidence surged through him as he gazed at Urmila’s reflection. The desire to test his look outside beckoned.

Ravi’s transformation began with waxing, followed by moisturizer to hydrate his skin. Next, he focused on makeup.

Foundation and concealer evened out his complexion, masking any imperfections. Ravi carefully blended the shades, ensuring a seamless finish. Translucent powder set the base, preventing shine.

Eyeshadow palettes unfolded, revealing hues of gold, bronze, and crimson. Ravi applied a light base coat, gradually building depth with each layer.

A subtle shimmer on the lid added dimension, while a darker shade defined the crease.

Mascara transformed his lashes, lengthening and volumizing them. Ravi coated the upper and lower lashes, creating a dramatic effect.

Blush infused his cheeks with a soft, rosy glow. Ravi chose a shade that complemented his skin tone, subtly accentuating his cheekbones.

Lipstick was the final touch. Ravi selected a bold, crimson shade, carefully lining his lips before filling them in. The vibrant color made his lips glossy and inviting.

A lace bra and panty set adorned his body, with balloon inserts creating the illusion of breasts. A fitted blouse showcased his curves and hairless torso.

Finally, a stunning red party saree enveloped him, expertly pleated to accentuate his figure.

Hip pads emphasized his buttocks, while tucking tape concealed his masculinity. Bangles and anklets completed the ensemble.

With each transformation, Ravi felt liberation. Urmila embodied confidence and vulnerability. Though he had never been in a romantic relationship, Ravi’s fascination with women grew.

Ravi stepped out of his room, his heart racing with anticipation. The soft rustle of his saree and the gentle jingle of his anklet announced his transformation into Urmila.

He walked with deliberate sensuality, his heels clicking on the floor, his hips swaying subtly.

As he exited the building, the watchman’s gaze lingered on his curves, particularly his accentuated buttocks.

Ravi felt a thrill, sensing the older man’s admiration. The watchman’s eyes seemed to bore into his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

With a confident smile, Ravi sashayed towards the nearby club, his little purse swinging in his hand.

Ravis nocturnal stroll stretched on, a tantalizing exploration of the night. He walked, his saree rustling, heels clicking, and anklet jingling, as he savored the thrill of being seen.

Cars slowed, passengers ogling seductively dressed women on the streets. Some vehicles paused near Ravi, drivers’ eyes locked on his curves. Though uncertain, Ravi continued walking, pulse racing.

Whistles pierced the air, and horns honked in appreciation. Ravi’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t deny the strange arousal brewing within. The attention was intoxicating, each catcall and admiring glance fueling his confidence.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Ravi decided to return home, reluctant to end the exhilarating experience. “It’s been fun,” he thought, “but time to revert to Ravi.”

As he turned, the distant wail of police sirens pierced the night air. Urmila’s heart skipped a beat. “A police raid?” he wondered, instinctively quickening his pace.

Suddenly, panicked shouts erupted around him. “Run! It’s a police raid!” A seductively dressed woman grabbed Urmila’s arm, her voice urgent.

Ravi’s heels hindered his escape, each step a struggle. His bosom jingled precariously, and he clutched his chest to secure the balloons.

Just as police vans closed in, Ravi saw a car approaching. It hit him with a soft thud, but fortunately, the speed was moderate, and he escaped injury.

The driver’s identity stunned him – Vivek, his junior colleague.

Vivek’s eyes widened in shock, mingled with curiosity. “Ravi? What…what are you doing?”