#ColourYourWords: Pink: Pink night of Secret and Scandal.

DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this Story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and unintentional.

A Pink world……

I looked around the pink world of fantasies and feminity that I had wanted to create tonight. On her.

Dreamily, I dressed her in the pink sexy push up bras, pink mesh panties and a pink almost see-through sexy nighties, as per my romantic fantasies, and I found that my hands were almost shivering with anticipation of the things to come that night.

It was going to be a long, long night and I had waited long enough for it anyway. So I was hell-bent it making it special! I looked at her in that sexy pink lingerie. She was looking sexier than I had visualized.

Now all that remained was the all pink make-up, complete with a pink curly wig to complete the look. My heart fluttering, I painted her lips a bright pink, added those long sexy black false eyelashes, put on a dab of pink and gold eyecolor with a bit of shimmer to add that glitz and glamor and almost shrudded with the result.

She was looking a glam doll, every man's fantasy, and so very real and raw as if she had just stepped out of a lingerie modelling shot.

I did look a bit guilty now but knew that this was something that I had planned months ago and that it was necessary to add spice, naughtiness and playfulness to my mundane life. It was no less than a miracle that my wife was away for the night and I just could not resist this opportunity to have 'her' in my bedroom.

Oh boy! What a night it was promising to be!

I could just not resist caressing the soft velvet pink fabric of the nightwear and enjoy the sensation of the silky feel. I could have spent the entire night just gazing at her, her pretty bright pink parted lips, which were luscious and willing and tempting and demanded more……

No sooner had I barely touched her pink lips, when I heard the knock on the door and heard the latch turning………

Shit … this can't be happening!

I wanted to hide… but where? Behind the curtains, beside the cupboard, inside the bathroom?

Instead, I just stayed put where I was, in the master bedroom of my house, stuck like wood beside my wooden bed strewn with sexy lingerie, push-up bras, naughty nighties, see-through lacy underwear, endless long thongs, and other racy stuff.

I quickly gathered my wits and hastened to collect all the sexy lingeries, living proofs of my clandestine ……but suddenly back-tracked when out of a jolt I realized that I could always hide the material stuff but how and where would I possibly hide Daisy....? So I just held my ground, feet rooted to the marble flooring, facing the oval-shaped mirror, my back to the main door, my heart beating wildly, fresh beads of sweat enveloping my temple, all the while fully aware that my wife who was inserting the spare key in the lock of my flat, would walk in any second only to find …………………the sexy Daisy at this unholy hour…………..IN OUR BEDROOM!

Oh! What a scandal it would create! And what a scene my wife would create!

The mere thought was enough to freeze me in my tracks and thoughts and so I stood transfixed……not moving……waiting for my wife to come in……waiting to get caught!

Vinita, my choreographer-and-image-consultant wife (and a pretty successful one at that) was supposed to be in Lonavala choreographing and over-seeing the pre-nuptial bash of a top builder's daughter and was not expected for at least a couple of days. Besides, Vinita, always a sticker to time-tables and organized to the last minute and the minutest of details, had never done anything unexpected in her life. She was naturally the last person on earth to change her plan or do anything at the spur of the moment.

The latch had by now fully turned and the door was now about to open………Why was this damn thing taking such a long time…. Almost an hour… or maybe more…..maybe that's what they called eternity……….. A painfully long span of time which stretched on and on….. I was silently cursing myself, my insides howling like the lonely howling of the drenched street dog below my balcony.

I was also full of guilt for having cheated on my wife, not once, not twice but….. My mind thinking as to how will she take in the sudden shock of finding her husband………..

Maybe it was my guilt or my way of redemption that I did not budge from my position or turn to face her (for how could I …….?) but instead I stood staring at the mirror, my back to her. 

It would be too much of a shock for her if I faced her………..maybe it is better if she sees the sexy lingerie first then has a good look at me. 'I at least owe her that!' I felt an inner voice say to myself. Which meant that I still had a moral conscience! No wonder I was suffering from so many guilty pangs!

Hell, dude! It also meant that I still loved Vinita………and was that supposed to be a good thing? Suddenly I did not know….suddenly I did not know what was right and what was wrong……what is black and what is white.

From the mirror, I could make out my wife making her way through the dimly-lit passage of our house leading to the master bedroom….worry on her face.

'Why is he still up? It's almost 11°clock' It was obvious that these were the thoughts that she was thinking, which meant that she still loved and cared for me and when I realized that it was this love that I have destroyed today and so many times before, I hated myself all over again.

No sooner had she entered the bedroom, when she saw the sexy lingerie strewn carelessly on the bed, even before she saw Daisy.

For the lingerie pieces were too obvious………too glaring, too pink, too sexy…..too bold, some even fluorescent pink…….and so impossible to miss.

For I could have somehow explained the sexy lingerie, but how on hell was I going to explain Daisy? My palms were already moist, my throat choked such that no word would come out through………..

The frown on Vinita's forehead was unmistakable as were her narrowing eyes which were questioning, searching…..

Vinita was so close that I could now even smell her 'Ecstasy' perfume despite the strongly aromatic 'An evening in Paris' perfume that Daisy was wearing & despite the overwhelming stinking smell of my perspiration.

Vinita took barely a second (though gosh it was an eon for me) to register what her husband must be up to in her absence.

And was about to curse "How could you….?" when suddenly she came face-to-face with very sexy, big-breasted Daisy, in pink lacy push-up bras, pink mesh panties and a pink almost see-through sexy nighties, plus wearing that stupid pink curly wig and that impossible to miss loud bright pink lipstick, and sat down on the big bed with a huge thud, almost collapsing.

Vinita stared at Daisy.

Daisy stared back at her.

Vinita stared with horror at Daisy

Daisy stared back with terror at her.

Vinita stared in shock at Daisy.

Daisy stared back with panic at her

Vinita stared with disbelief at Daisy.

I stared back with guilt at her.

Yes, Vinita continued staring at Daisy.

While I continued staring back at her.

 

For I was Daisy!

Yes! I was Daisy… that sexy, slim, shapely Daisy in pink lacy push-up bras, pink mesh panties and a pink sexy nighty, wearing a pink wig, besides manicured nails painted baby pink, wearing false smoky jet-black mascara eyelashes, which were now heavy with shame & guilt and painfully downcast.

Vinita was frantically looking from the pieces of lingerie to me, from me to the lingerie pieces, and took not less than a minute to size up the situation.

"So that's what you are doing behind my back!" was all she could manage to say, so furious was she that it was obvious that words were failing her and she was just breathing heavily.

"I was just trying some stuff……………. I … I…." came my feeble explanation.

I was fast searching my heart for any plausible explanation 'Just trying out something different to spice up our sex-life, wanted to understand how women feel when they wear all this stuff or was kind of trying my hand at role-play' but then how could I explain the heavy make-up and the fake breasts………

Surely she would take no time in understanding that I was not only trying very hard to look like a lady, I was actually trying to be a lady. 

Now, and that is no plaything.

It's a serious defect, a hormonal imbalance, more of the mind than the body. 

 

I had no choice but to mumble "I am sorry, Jaan ….. I can explain everything…. believe me, Jaan…… it's just an innocent……whim a…..passing fancy…nothing more"

I was calling her Jaan over and over again and hated myself for it, since I called her Jaan only in moments of real weakness and she knew it.

"Why? Why? Why?" She had now got up from the bed and was storming the bedroom, throwing my branded lingerie pieces in total disgust, treating my pricey secret possessions with utter disdain, sobbing, yelling & boxing wildly in the air with tightly clenched fists, careful not the hit me but some invisible enemy that had come up between the two of us in our four years of blissful marriage.

Vinita was now pacing the room like an injured tiger, who is more hurt than injured.

Yes, I had hurt her soul, her trust, our bond.

No wonder she was more hurt than heartbroken.

All the while, I stood there like the proverbial banyan tree, not budging an inch from my position, physical or psychological. Only the blinking of my eyes proved that I was alive and breathing. Other than that I was as good as dead. And surely wished so!

While Vinita continued with her hysterical ranting, shouting, abusing, sobbing for minutes together, shoving me away and my every attempt to comfort her.

It was when she had reached the end of her limit that she said down with a thud. 

"You bastard…..You have no right to shock me in such a way" Vinita was cursing "Oh! I can hardly breathe…… I feel my heart will burst out."

Mine was already out of the protective rib cage, but I dare not tell Vinita for I was sure not to get any sympathy from her today.

I had now closed my eyes and my mind had started furiously working overtime.

"You cheap pig! How could you….? After all these years……….we were living a lie. You are a cross-dresser……no wonder…. You used to eye all my sexy cholis and lehengas and I used to think you find me sexy. Now I know….. You wanted to wear those sexy outfits, my inner wear… How could you?" Vinita was now accusing me, calling me names. "You cheap…..cross-dresser…………cross-dresser' she kept on repeating more to herself than to me as if trying to understand me and the situation better.

"First I have these extra-heavy periods which were so unpredictable that's why I came back home unplanned, my stomach cramps were so horrible………I wanted to come home and rest…..and what do I get? THIS………..another unpredictable thing" she fumed, her hands pointing dramatically at me dressed like a doll and at the sexy stuff strewn all over the room.

I lowered my eyes in shame and silence, all the while marveling at nature's timings to prove its importance by being unpredictable. That's why you can never control nature or correctly predict the future!

Phew! So finally something unpredictable has happened to my most-predictable wife whose life had never known anything remotely unpredictable.

She had it all planned out-her assignments, her vacations, her 'me-time' with her girly pals, her appointment with spas and parlors.

Why even her periods came & went as per plan! Never even a day's delay in life!

Now, what do you call that! Extreme and exact planning!

No wonder she had got used to perfect planning in her life and even the slightest of unpredictability disturbed her greatly!

'I have it all planned out to the last and the minutest of details' or 'I have my life all sorted out' as she famously described it and would bask in the glow of the perfectly predictable life that she had been blessed with!

"You cheap and sick-minded bastard" Vinita fumed and sobbed and then strangely felt silent for a long, long time. As if spent by the effort or completely exhausted.

There was perfect and absolute silence in the room for a long time.

It was this silence that disturbed me more than Vinita's abuses.

For I knew that it was the silence before the storm.

I would have done anything to have Vinita curse and abuse and shout at me with the choicest of cuss words………….but the very fact that she felt silent, totally silent meant something more sinister was brewing inside her, something which I was growing more and more afraid of. Also, the very fact that she would not confide in me what was going on in that pretty head of hers was all the more alarming.

Suddenly, with a more bewildered look on her face, she asked "Or are you more? A transgender?"

"I……" I had just opened my mouth to speak when she interrupted me and cried "Do you know what people like you are called? A hijra! My husband a hijra! OMG! Disgusting !! I would rather die than be married to one!"

"Vinita………..Jaan" was all that I managed to say.

"Married to a hijra!" Vinita spat out, her spite on me, which I did not even bother to clean or clear.

"Vinita……honestly….. I was just trying out some stuff….." I heard myself mumble. 

She raised her hand and asked me to stop. 

Her brows knit, she was once again lost in a deep thought………

'For seconds and minutes or was it eons?' For time had just stopped for me…….

Eternity was fast becoming a common occurrence with me today, and had visited me not once but twice in a single day! Phew! The mere thought was enough to exhaust anyone.

A final survey of the bedroom and my appearance and I knew that she had decided on something which was to change my life forever.

Suddenly she burst ….. And burst……….not into tears but into laughter and more laughter until tears of laughter and not pain were rolling down her cheeks and her stomach was more cramped than before.

She had just got a terrific idea!

"Why don't we go to the disco tonight? With you dressed up as a sexy girl …….what should we call you?" She exclaimed………

"Daisy!" I blurted out spontaneously.

"Daisy!" she cried out "So you have already given a name to your sexy avatar" Vinita said as she realised how quickly the name had popped out of me……..

"Ok…….Daisy….." She held me closer and said "Let's see if people can make out? I bet people will fall for you, I mean for Daisy and her sexy look!" was her outrageous suggestion.

I thought the idea to be ridiculous.

But Vinita would have none of it. I knew she was up to her mischievous self & would do anything to win a bet. And besides, I felt that she had melted out a much small punishment than what I deserved.

So I removed by pink nightie, work a pink push-up bra and a tight black mini-skirt and we both left in the rain to go to the discos.

It was raining miserably, I was afraid my make-up would give me away. I was so engrossed in maintaining my look and appearance that I did not notice a group of young boys, sloshed up, beer bottles in hands, who were following us up in the night, on our way to the disco.

The streets were badly light and I felt Vinita panicking for the first time since she held my arm protectively. For though I was dressed like a sexy Daisy, I was a guy and her husband inside, after all and she very well knew it ……..naturally she needed me for her protection.

I had almost patted her hand to relax her but it was already too late. One dude had his hand up Vinita's bottom and was trying to clench her and I rushed to help her when I felt a rough arm grope my breast…my false breast!

And the heart beneath my false breast began to beat faster!

Another hand was up my leather mini-skirt trying to pull it down, while another guy was enveloping me in his bear-hug…. and was trying to lift me……..I mean Daisy, of course!

"Let go of him, you bastards!" yelled Vinita.

Whether the gang found out that Vinita was referring to Daisy as 'him' or had dismissed that as a grammatical mistake, I don't know………..anyway………they were too much taken away by Daisy's sexy avatar to give language any importance…………..

So the dudes laughed their proverbial sinister villainous laughter…..like they do in Hindi movies when they don't have any dialogues to mouth and have only rough laughter to prove their shady and shoddy side.

Now at least four men were pouncing on me from all sides since I was beyond doubt the sexier of the two women, and Vinita has somehow managed to loosen herself from her sole tormentor and now had rushed to save me from these goons.

They were pushing me on the floor, one hand trying to pull down my already short skirt which frightfully did not cover much while the other pair of hands were just everywhere……….

Vinita, my loyal wife, and best friend was attacking them from behind, kicking them, biting them…. doing everything to save me……..and maybe my image of Daisy from these goons!

When suddenly out of nowhere, a frail goon removed a pistol and pointed it at Daisy threatening her to come with them.

Vinita, frantically rushed to Daisy's aid, and grabbed the gun from the goon……..while Daisy who realized what a dangerous weapon Vinita was handling was shouting at Daisy to hand it over to her…but Vinita wanted to scare the goons with their own weapon so did not give it to Vinita.

A cat fight ensured between Daisy and Vinita and Daisy somehow managed to grab the gun from Vinita, but Vinita was also trying her best to snatch it again from Vinita.

A battle ensued between the two …..when suddenly ………..it went of…………the gun that Daisy was holding went off and a bullet hit ………..Vinita………directly in the chest……………!!!!!

The flow of stream on blood on the tar road made the goons run like hell for their lives.

I rushed towards Vinita to help her. There was not much that anyone could do really.

Vinita, the lady, who planned everything well in advance to the minutest detail, had never dreamt of something so terribly unpredictable happening in her life.

Naturally, she was unprepared for it and did not even give a decent fight to save her life and within moments, closed her eyes forever, surprised at the unpredictability of life and shocked at her death!

Since there was nothing I could do, I also beat a fast retreat, went home, burnt all the clothes and accessories of Daisy, and killed Daisy forever…………little realizing that that day I had killed two people……..Vinita and Daisy!

My silly act of becoming a Daisy out of sheer playfulness had gone horribly wrong.

My pink fantasy had become a blood-red reality!

The next day's newspapers were full of the murder of my dear wife near the popular disco at the hands of a sexy girl.

The CCTVs had captured Daisy firing the gun at Vinita…accidentally, of course! 

"We are trying our best to catch that lady firing the gun" the Police had informed me, with unusual confidence.

The police are still searching for Daisy……….