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      *#203*

      *Rupali Joshi* (/Wednesday, 27 January 2010 07:35/)

      Hi I am Manju I am a stage dancer I Perform Maharshtrian folkdance
      called Lavani. You must be thinking how it is different yes I am
      different because I am a man. I am one of the five leads who work
      with our troop. Other four leads are females. I am treated as one
      of the girls when I am with the group. Of the stage I am like a
      regular man but on the stage I am like a goddess. Life is great up
      till now and I enjoy everyday of my life.
      Our troop was owned by a wealth old man who loves this art form.
      The boss passed few days back due to prolong illness. He passed
      all his possessions to his young daughter Shyama. Shyama studied
      business management in US and dose not has any idea about our
      business nor she has any interest in this business. We came to
      know that Shyama was panning to sell the company and soon we all
      would be jobless if she go through her plan. We all wanted to stop
      Shyama from executing her plan. We called her for our performance
      so to convince her to think otherwise. I took a lead in this.
      Shyama refuse to see our show so we asked us if we could have a
      private show for her to which she agreed. Things were set we all
      were to perform for Shyama at her bungalow on Monday.
      I was to make the nessesory arrangements for the show with the
      help of her maid. On Sunday I visited the venue to see it. Shyama
      was resting I inspected the hallway which was big enough for the
      performance if we could do away with the live band. Being a leader
      I decided that it is just going to be the dancers who will perform
      over recorded music instead of live one. I conveyed the team about
      the new development to which they all agreed.
      On Monday all girls including myself went at the venue to perform.
      Shyama was out but was expected to return before the performance.
      We all used a spare bedroom on the ground floor as green room. We
      all were ready and we were informed that Shyama was back and was
      also ready for the performance. Shyama had allocated 1 hour for us
      saying that she was short f time. One by one we started performing
      I was to perform at last. I came out of the green room to perform
      that is when I sow Shyama first time. She was sitting on the
      center sofa with a glass of some sort of drink in her hand. Shyama
      was dressed in a business suit. With a cigarette in her hand, her
      short hair and her attire she looked like a man to me. I put in my
      best as I wanted to impress her with my performance. As soon my
      performance was over Shyama congratulated me and offered us drink.
      Shayama said though she had agreed for only one hour of her time
      that evening the performance has encouraged her to think
      otherwise. She wanted one of our representatives to stay back to
      we can discuss few things. Every one voted that I was the man for
      the job any way I was the only man around. I agreed and it was
      final I was to talk with Shyama and help her make her decision.
      Shyama excused herself for some time as she had other things to
      finish I was asked to wait in the spare bedroom which we had used
      as our greenroom.
      That was it I was sitting in my costume waiting for Shyama to come
      back and resume our talks. While I was sitting alone I was
      thinking about her. She was tall for a woman she was well built
      also. Most importantly her choice of cloths was what one could
      describe as men’s cloths all the way. The way she carried herself
      was nothing less than a man. I was impressed by her personality
      and her confidence. On the other hand though I was a man I was
      dressed like a woman and was expected to behave like one when I
      was with her. It was not necessary for me to present myself to
      Shyama like this but I wanted to attract the man in her with my
      girly charms. I think I was infatuated by the man portray by Shyama.

      
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      *#206*

      *Rupali Joshi* (/Wednesday, 27 January 2010 14:37/)

      Manju and Shyam5
      Shyama called me in her room I rushed in her room. When I was in
      her room she just grabbed me in her strong arms. She asked me if
      she could put on some soft music. When the music was on, she
      noticed the shiver, in my hand as her fingers grazed my body. Her
      own body was trembling with suppressed emotions. She looked at me
      and caught my gaze. Our eyes locked onto each other and she knew
      that she had to make her move now. She took me in her arms and led
      me in a slow dance. At first I was shy, not having had the chance
      to slow dance before. She too was nervous as she had not led
      anyone before. I shivered in her arms like a young girl on her
      first date. But soon our shyness melted and our bodies merged in
      each others. She held me close and when my shivering got more
      intense she raised my face and slowly started kissing him. At
      first I just let her kiss me but as she continued to kiss me I
      slowly started responding like a woman, kissing her back with
      ferocity and melting in her arms. I closed my eyes and just
      surrendered to her. She felt my hardness climax against her. When
      my climax was complete she realized that I was very excited and
      was going to need more "loving". She also noticed me clinging on
      to her, for support, so she just bent a little, circled my sareed
      bottom and lifted me up in her arms. I just lay with my head on
      her shoulder and my arms around her neck, as she continued to
      dance as she carried me. She noticed that she had carried me quite
      easily, as though it was a natural thing for her. I too had
      responded like a woman in her lovers arms. Her lifting me made me
      feel all the more feminine. We continued slow dancing, with me in
      her arms. Soon my passion took over and I wrapped my legs around
      her hips as I started kissing her deeply. My passionate response
      to her carrying me invigorated her and she carried me to the bed,
      like a woman in heat. She laid me, on my back, on the bed and lay
      besides me. Then she slowly started caressing and petting me till
      I was responding to her kisses with my own kisses and petting. In
      a little while I was hard again. She unhooked my blouse and bra.
      Her fingers found my nipples and started teasing and kneading
      them. Soon we were hardened and she put her mouth to them and
      sucked on them making me cry out like a woman, begging for more.
      Her own desires and needs started bubbling so she pulled down my
      panties and worked her hand under my buns massaging them. I was
      moaning like a woman. She flipped me over and kissed and bit my
      bottoms. She pulled down her own briefs and straddled me. Then
      bucking on my butt she rode to a throbbing orgasm. I lay crushed
      under her as she covered me completely.
      When we recovered, she pulled on her briefs and lower night suit,
      while she raised me up so he could re drape and smoothen my saree.
      She led me to the table, where she took me on her lap and I fed
      her, interrupted with kisses. She started kissing me once more and
      soon had me sitting at the edge of the table. My hands went around
      her neck and legs wrapped around her hips instinctively. She
      carried me to the bedroom once more. There she took me to the
      mirror and stood me up. She stood behind me and we posed and
      smiled. She then did something she had always fantasized about.
      She took a deep breath, bent down and lifted me up in her arms.
      Cradled in her arms I felt even more feminine and womanly. I clung
      to her neck and kissed her making her feel more 'macho'. She
      carried me to the bed, where she undressed me slowly and when I
      was completely naked she herself undressed and proceeded to make
      passionate love to me.

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      *#207*

      *Rupali Joshi* (/Wednesday, 27 January 2010 14:40/)

      Manju and Shyam 4
      It was almost 1145Pm by the time I finished with the kitchen. I
      wanted to go back home. Shyama was not ready she said I could stay
      for that night and in the morning her driver could drop me back.
      She said she could drop me back but it seems that she few drinks
      extra that night and it was not safe go me go home alone at that
      time. I reminded her that I was a man and it was ok for me to go
      back. Shyama insisted that stayed to which I agreed. I was to use
      the spare bedroom which previously belonged to her girlfriend
      Nisha who stayed with her for some time. Shyama wanted me to
      change into Nisha’s saree. I soon dressed myself in Nisha’s
      petticoat I change in to her blouse. Nish’s blouse fit me like it
      was made for me. I draped the five yard saree and I was done. My
      face needed very little make up. I painted my lips to match the
      saree, put matching glass bangles on my wrist, adjusted my long
      earings, and wore my open toe high heeled slippers. Then I walked
      towards the mirror to admire myself. I was pleased with his
      reflection I knew I could easily pass for a pretty woman or
      housewife. I danced and pirouette in front of the mirror pleased
      with the reflection. Just when I was enjoying and admiring myself,
      in the mirror, shyama entered the room unannounced. Shyama had
      changed in Dhoti Kurta she also wore a pice of cloth like dupatta
      she looked handsome. She walked slowly up to me. She saw me and
      stood up to meet me. She looked at myself with surprise and
      commented on how well i had draped the saree and how pretty and
      feminine I looked. Shyama knew that she had to take the lead. She
      asked me if I was happy. When he blushed, shyama knew. Shyama
      needed me to make a secret pact with her. I blushed even more.
      Shyama lit a small oil lamp and placed it in the centre of the
      room, she took some kumkum( red powder) and put it in the parting
      of my hair near the hair line. She put a large bindi (red dot) in
      the centre of my eye brows. She then tied the ends of my saree
      with her duppata which she was carrying, pulled the pallu over my
      head and led me round the small lamp, as a kind of marriage
      ritual. When this was done, she put the lamp on the stand and told
      me that for her I was no more Man who dressed as a woman but Manju
      her wife, I agreed demurely like an obedient Indian wife. I was to
      address her as Ji.
      She then lifted me in her strong arms and carried me to the bed
      where she then proceeded to administer to me that special kind of
      LOVE. I was truly happy with her being on top.
      The next morning, I woke up feeling calm and fulfilled. I had
      slept like a satisfied baby and realized it was late morning. my
      silk saree was in disarray and my hair needed fixing. I started to
      rearrange my saree and heard the clinging sound of the glass
      bangles on my wrist. I smiled very pleased with myself. I
      rearranged the saree, which was crumpled and a little soiled and
      only then realized that Shyama was still not up.
      I freshened up I stripped off my clothes. The sari and blouse I
      folded carefully and put it on a clothes hanger. I put the under
      garments along with her used clothes in the corner. The bindi from
      my fore head was lost in last nights love making. I wore fresh set
      of undergarments and fresh blouse with another of cotton saree. I
      went in the kitchen to prepared breakfast. Shyama came up behind
      me and hugged me. I turned around and hugged her hard. She kissed
      me lightly on the forehead and I asked her to freshen up while I
      fix the breakfast.
      I had already laid the breakfast on the small dinning table before
      Shyama arrived. She joined me at the table. She saw how I was
      blushing like a new wed girl. Shyama lovingly hugged me and told
      me that she has some plans for the day. We sat down to eat a
      simple continental breakfast with coffee. We enjoyed this simple
      meal practically feeding each other. I did the cleaning up while
      Shyama went to for freshen up.