Secrets Beneath the Skirt

As I stood there in the skirt, the excitement building with every passing second, I started to feel a bit uncomfortable. The sensation of the soft fabric brushing against my legs, combined with the sheer thrill of the transformation, was overwhelming. I couldn’t control the emotions running through me, and I realized something was missing—something essential for the full experience.

“Aditi,” I said hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper, “I think I need… you know… panties. It’s just—this feels really weird without anything underneath.”

Aditi raised an eyebrow, a playful smile spreading across her face. “Oh? Already feeling the full effect of the skirt, huh?” she teased, but without any hesitation, she went to her wardrobe and pulled out a pair of panties, handing them to me. “Here you go. These should make you feel more comfortable.”

I took the panties from her, my heart racing, and quickly slipped into the bathroom to put them on. The sensation of the delicate fabric against my skin sent a new wave of excitement through me. As I stepped out, Aditi was waiting, a knowing smile on her face.

“Feeling better now?” she asked, her tone teasing yet gentle. I nodded, though my heart was still pounding. The experience was becoming more intense, more real.

But before I could fully adjust to the new sensations, Aditi’s mischievous grin returned. “You know, if we’re going for the full experience, you might as well try a bra too,” she said, holding up one of her own bras. “With padding, of course. You want the real deal, right?”

I blushed deeply at the suggestion, shaking my head. “Aditi, I don’t know… This is already—”

“Come on!” she interrupted, her tone light but insistent. “You’re already halfway there! Let’s complete the look. Don’t be shy. Trust me, you’ll feel amazing.”

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. The idea of fully embracing the feminine look was thrilling, but it also felt like crossing a line I wasn’t sure I was ready for. But Aditi’s encouraging smile and playful attitude melted my resistance.

“Okay, fine,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my heart was racing. “But this is just for today, right?”

“Of course!” she said with a wink, already slipping the padded bra into my hands. “Now, let’s get you fitted.”

I awkwardly fumbled with the bra as Aditi helped me put it on, adjusting the straps and padding until it sat snugly against my chest. The weight of the padding made the experience feel even more real, and when I looked down, the slight bulge created the illusion of a fuller chest. I felt a strange sense of completeness wash over me.

“See? Isn’t that better?” Aditi said, stepping back to admire the final look. “You’re practically a girl now!”

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror again, barely recognizing myself. The combination of the skirt, the top, the styled hair, and now the padded bra made me feel like I had fully transformed. A strange sense of euphoria mixed with embarrassment washed over me, but I couldn’t deny how much I was enjoying it.

“You know, I have to ask,” Aditi began, her playful tone shifting to one of genuine curiosity. “How do you know so much about girly stuff? I mean, your knowledge about dresses, hairstyles, accessories—it’s kind of impressive for a guy.”

I froze for a second, not expecting the question to come so suddenly. “Oh, um… I just… I don’t know, I’ve always been interested in fashion, I guess?” I stammered, trying to downplay the truth without outright lying.

Aditi wasn’t convinced. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Come on, Suhas. There’s got to be more to it than that. Most guys don’t know the difference between pleated and open pallu, let alone how to style hair or pick out bangles. What’s the real story?”

I bit my lip, feeling the pressure to explain. I didn’t want to reveal too much, but Aditi had been so supportive and understanding that part of me wanted to open up, to share at least a little bit of the truth.

As I stood there, fully dressed in Aditi's skirt and top, with the padded bra snug against my chest and her playful touches like the bindi and styled hair making me look completely different, I tried my best to stay calm. My heart was pounding in my chest, and the familiar rush I had felt so many times before in private was now mixed with something new—being dressed like this in front of someone else for the first time.

Aditi, thankfully, seemed to believe this was my first time. She watched me with a curious smile, still full of excitement and amusement at the whole situation.

“Wow, you’re really pulling this off better than I thought!” she said with a laugh, as if it was all a harmless joke.

I nodded, pretending to act shy, as though the experience was completely foreign to me. “Yeah, it feels… strange,” I said, keeping my voice uncertain as if I were still processing the sensations. “I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”

Aditi giggled, clearly enjoying the situation. “Come on, it’s not that bad! You look great! Honestly, I’m starting to think you missed your calling as a fashion model,” she teased.

I forced a smile, trying not to let on that this wasn’t my first time feeling the smooth fabric of a skirt against my legs, or the soft embrace of a padded bra. A part of me wanted to tell her everything—the way I had discovered this side of myself, my secret identity as Suhasini, and all the weekends spent with Shruthi exploring that part of me in detail. But I held back. I didn’t want to risk ruining this moment or revealing too much.

“So, you’ve really never tried anything like this before?” Aditi asked, her tone a little more curious now. “You seem so… comfortable. I mean, for a guy who’s never worn a skirt, you’re acting pretty natural.”

I faked a nervous laugh. “Well, I guess it’s not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be,” I replied, doing my best to sound awkward and unsure. “But yeah, this is definitely a first for me. I never thought I’d be wearing something like this.”

As the rain continued to pour outside, Aditi and I found ourselves in her kitchen, deciding what to cook for dinner. The skirt swished softly around my legs as I moved, and the feel of the padded bra under my top made the whole situation feel surreal. But what struck me most was how natural everything felt—the quiet moments where I could just be without overthinking, despite the unusual circumstances.

Aditi, meanwhile, was watching me carefully, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips. “Let’s make something simple,” she suggested, reaching into the cupboard for ingredients. “You can help me chop the vegetables.”

I nodded, feeling strangely at ease as I grabbed a knife and began chopping alongside her. The bangles I was wearing clinked softly with each movement, and Aditi’s gaze lingered on them. She walked over, opening a drawer and pulling out a feminine apron, floral and frilly, and handed it to me.

“Here, wear this. Don’t want you messing up the cute outfit,” she said with a playful grin.

I hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged and tied the apron around my waist, pretending like it was no big deal. But inside, I could feel my pulse quickening again. There was something about the small feminine touches that both thrilled and unsettled me, and Aditi seemed to sense that.

As I continued helping with the preparations, Aditi's eyes seemed to sparkle with curiosity. She couldn’t stop watching me, as if she were testing some theory she was starting to form. And then, almost casually, she decided to push things further.

“So… I was thinking,” she said slowly, pulling out a bright pink hairband from her drawer. “This would look cute on you. Don’t you think?”

I glanced at the hairband, feeling a familiar nervous flutter in my chest. I could have said no, could have laughed it off, but the way she presented it, so playfully yet expectantly, made it hard to refuse. I nodded shyly, letting her slip the band over my head, pushing my hair back.

She didn’t stop there. Next, she produced a hair clip with a small bow and clipped it to the side of my head, her smile widening as she watched me grow more flustered. “There. You’re looking more and more adorable by the second,” she said, her tone teasing but lighthearted.

My heart pounded in my chest as she started adding more and more accessories. She took a small box from her drawer and pulled out anklets—delicate silver payals that jingled softly with each step. “Lift your foot,” she instructed with a grin. “Trust me, you’ll love these.”

With a shy nod, I let her slip the anklets around my ankles, the tiny bells making a soft, musical sound that sent a shiver through me. As if that wasn’t enough, Aditi moved closer, inspecting my face. “We forgot something, didn’t we? Ah, yes—lipstick. Can’t leave the makeover incomplete!”

Before I could protest, she grabbed a lipstick and began applying it to my lips, the smooth, vibrant color making me feel even more transformed. “Now that’s more like it,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. But she wasn’t done.

“I think we can take this a step further,” she said, moving toward my ears. “These tiny studs aren’t doing you justice.” She quickly removed the small studs I had in and replaced them with dangling earrings that brushed my neck with each movement.

My face flushed as the weight of the earrings added to the growing femininity of my appearance. Aditi was watching me carefully, her doubts clearly growing as I shyly accepted every little thing she added, barely resisting.

“And these,” she said, handing me a pair of heels, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Go on, put them on. They’ll complete the look.”

I stared at the heels for a moment, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over me. But something about the way she was watching me made it impossible to refuse. Slowly, I slipped my feet into the heels, wobbling slightly as I adjusted to the new height.

Aditi laughed softly, stepping back to take in the full picture. “You’re a natural, Suhas. I mean, come on—this can’t be your first time dressing up like this. You’re way too comfortable.”

I blushed, shaking my head quickly. “No, it really is… I’ve never done this before,” I lied, hoping she wouldn’t press further. But Aditi wasn’t buying it.

She circled me slowly, her smile growing wider. “I don’t believe you,” she teased, her voice playful but probing. “No one acts this natural the first time. You’re too smooth in how you move, how you carry yourself. It’s almost like you’ve been practicing.”

My heart raced as I tried to maintain my composure. “I’m just… going along with it,” I said, trying to sound casual. “It’s fun, but I swear, this is all new to me.”

Aditi raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Well, whatever you say. But I think you’re hiding something. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready, but I can see there’s more to this.”

I could feel her eyes on me as I nervously fiddled with the bangle on my wrist. She knew I wasn’t telling her the whole truth, but for now, she let it go, satisfied with pushing me into the most feminine version of myself yet.

As we finished cooking, Aditi kept playfully teasing me, her doubts only growing stronger. “You know, with all these accessories, the apron, and now the heels, you really do look the part. I’m starting to think you’d make a better girlfriend than some of my actual friends,” she joked, but the underlying curiosity in her tone was unmistakable.

And though I still pretended this was my first time, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. The more she pushed, the more I realized how deeply I had embraced this part of myself, even if I wasn’t ready to reveal everything to her just yet.