Suhasini blossoms

With each passing weekend, my journey into the world of femininity blossomed, thanks to Shruthi’s unwavering support and enthusiasm. Our weekends became a magical time of transformation, filled with laughter, experimentation, and the thrill of exploring my new identity as Suhasini.

Every Saturday, I would arrive at Shruthi’s home, excited for the makeover that awaited me. She had created a mini beauty studio in her bedroom, complete with an array of makeup, nail polishes, and styling tools. “Ready to unleash your inner diva?” she would tease, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

We would start with my hair. Shruthi would skillfully style the wig, curling the strands into soft waves that framed my face beautifully. “You need the perfect hairstyle to go with that saree,” she would say, expertly using hairspray to keep everything in place. I would sit in front of the mirror, marveling at the transformation. Each brush stroke felt like magic as she turned me into the Suhasini I had long imagined.

Once my hair was styled, we would move on to makeup. Shruthi loved to experiment, trying different looks that ranged from natural to glam. She taught me how to apply foundation, blush, and eye makeup, all while sharing tips and tricks. “Makeup is all about enhancing your features,” she would explain, guiding my hand as I applied the eyeliner. “You want to feel beautiful and confident!”

As I learned the art of makeup, I discovered how it transformed my entire demeanor. The moment I looked into the mirror and saw Suhasini smiling back at me, I felt a rush of joy. I had begun to embody the confidence I had always admired in the women around me.

With my face glowing and hair styled, it was time to indulge in one of my newfound passions: nail art. Shruthi had a collection of nail polishes in every imaginable color, and she encouraged me to experiment. “Let’s make your nails pop!” she exclaimed, handing me a bottle of bright pink polish.

As I painted my nails, I felt a sense of delight and freedom. Each stroke brought me closer to embracing my femininity. Shruthi would offer playful commentary as I focused, sometimes teasing me about the shades I chose. “You’re definitely a pink girl!” she would laugh, encouraging me to go bolder with glitter and patterns.

Once our makeovers were complete, we would spend the day indulging in girly hobbies. From trying out new hairstyles and makeup looks to experimenting with different outfits, every weekend felt like a new adventure. Shruthi introduced me to hobbies I had never considered—like crafting jewelry, designing simple outfits, and even learning a few dance steps. “You have to know how to move gracefully in a saree,” she’d giggle, demonstrating the elegance of twirling in a flowing dress.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, we would often practice mannerisms that came naturally to her but felt foreign to me. Shruthi would show me how to walk with poise in heels, encouraging me to sway my hips slightly and embrace a feminine gait. “Remember, Suhasini, confidence is key!” she would say, her tone playful yet encouraging.

By the time Sunday rolled around, I felt like a completely different person. I would leave Shruthi’s home transformed, my heart full of happiness and excitement. But the challenge was balancing my dual identity. During the week, I attended college as the boy everyone knew, blending in with my classmates and fulfilling my responsibilities. I donned my male attire, played the role expected of me, but inside, I held tightly to the joy of becoming Suhasini.

I navigated my college life for five days, juggling my studies and social interactions while hiding my secret life. But every Friday evening, the anticipation would build inside me as I prepared for the weekend transformation. I counted down the hours until I could shed my male persona and embrace Suhasini completely.

On those weekends, I fully immersed myself in my feminine identity. I would wear skirts and blouses, experimenting with colors and patterns that felt bold and vibrant. Shruthi would often encourage me to be adventurous, pushing me to step outside my comfort zone. “Try something new, Suhasini! You’ll never know what you might love!” she’d say, helping me explore the world of girly styles and fashion.

I loved wearing different outfits, from elegant sarees to cute dresses adorned with floral prints. Each outfit became a celebration of my femininity, a way to express the side of myself that had been waiting to come out. I adored the feeling of soft fabrics against my skin, the way a well-fitted blouse enhanced my shape, and the elegance of a flowing skirt.

Throughout this journey, Shruthi remained my confidante and ally, providing unwavering support and encouragement. She would often remind me of the beauty in self-expression and the joy that came from being true to myself. “Embrace who you are, Suhasini! There’s nothing wrong with celebrating your femininity,” she would reassure me, her voice filled with warmth.

As I continued to navigate my dual life, I found a balance between my responsibilities at college and the freedom I experienced as Suhasini. It was a thrilling adventure filled with discovery, laughter, and friendship. Each weekend was a new opportunity to delve deeper into my identity, explore my passions, and strengthen the bond I shared with Shruthi.

Through it all, I learned to embrace every part of myself, finding joy in the journey of becoming Suhasini—an identity that felt right, authentic, and undeniably beautiful.