I first met Rani in combined Graduate/Undergraduate Seminar on
Computative Algorithms ( my introduction to computing, before that I
was a Math Major and only biding my time in school until I was a Junior
to Join ROTC and work towards a commission ). This was about 6 or 8
months after my New Yorker decided that she could no longer stand the
Left Coast, and had to return to the hustle of New York. Rani was
about as different from my New Yorker as any woman could be. Although
she was tall for an Indian ( almost 5'7") she was still much shorter
than me. Her hair was long and black, and it always hung silkily down
her back to her waist. Her figure was full, almost Rubenesque. Her
eyes were dark pools that sucked your soul into them to drown in their
depths. Her complexion was the most beautiful shade of olive that I
had ever seen. Her lips were perfect, neither too full, nor too thin.
Her nose suited her face like it was made for it. In short she was
perfect. Unfortunately she was a Graduate student, and probably
wouldn't have a thought of even talking to some lowly undergrad...
Well I wouldn't have mentioned her if that was the case. The class was
one of those 'consent of the instructor' which translated to 'by
invitation only' for undergrads and to 'you will take it' for graduate
students. It was used as a filter for those undergrads that the
Powers-that-be thought would make good grad students. Any way Rani and
I ended up on the same project ( something relatively trivial for an
accomplished programmer but a fairly big deal for both of us, as I was
just learning how to program, and she just didn't have the mind set to
really be a programmer. What with one thing and another we ended up
basically living in each others pockets for several weeks, and eventually
without either one of us trying very hard, in bed together.
Well, we hit it off like a pair of minks, my GPA dropped at least point
hers even more ( and you know what that means to a Graduate Student ).
Eventually she moved in with me ( but kept her dorm room too, for
appearances sake ). At one point I actually asked her to marry me, but
she pointed out that I was totally unacceptable to her parents and that
while I was quite good enough for her, it wouldn't really work in the
long run. Ah well, it's better to have loved and lost, than never to
have loved at all.
One game that we liked to play, and the one that probably ate deepest
into our communal GPA, was a sort of 'quid pro quo' or I tie you, you
tie me. She was the limberest person that I ever met in my life. I'd
bet dollars to donuts that she could out escape Harry Houdini ( at
least on one of his off nights ). I'd tie her up, and I'm no slouch
with knots, ad turn my back and poof she'd be free. So every time that
I'd tie her up, if she escaped she'd return the favor, if she didn't I
couldn't use that particular tie again. Naturally she wouldn't escape
while I was watching her, but would wait until I left the room, or
turned my back. So I would bind her tightly and then play with her
wobbly bits until she was exhausted, that at least would slow
her down somewhat.
One night she seemed a bit pensive over dinner, and after we had
cleaned up the kitchen she said to me, "now it is time for some fun
with ropes". So I proceeded to try out my latest idea for securing
her. I placed her in the formal dining room chair ( the only one in
that totally mismatched house ), high back, arms, heavy, dark wood. I
tied her arms around the back of the chair, each arm to the opposite
side, then her elbows to the slats on the back. Her ankles were tied
to the back legs and her knees to the arms. Carefully I opened her
blouse and pulled up her skirt ( oh I forgot to mention, she never wore
pants, ever ) and down her panties. Several minutes of nuzzling,
licking and sucking on her nipples soon produced the desired result,
more manipulation of the other wobbly bit finished her off ( I thought
). I left her post-orgasming and went to wash up and make a little
snack for us both. Before I even finished washing my hands her arms
wrapped around my waist. "Got you" was all that she said. Ah well I
thought, my turn again ( little did I know ).
She led me back to the chair, all the ropes were still attached to it,
and sat me down. Quickly she tied me in almost exactly the same way
that I had tied her. Then she said, "Now you will be attempting to
escape", and walked into the bedroom. As I struggled unsuccessfully
with my bindings I heard her opening and closing drawers, the closet
and a suitcase, I wondered, idlely, what she was up to. After about 15
minutes she returned from the bedroom wearing a red and gold sari.
Brother, was she a sight, she had made up her face fairly heavily, with
very dark eye-pencil all around her eyes, a dark red cast mark was
between her eyebrows with a small golden star above it dangling from
three golden chains to her hair. From a earring a thin chain crossed
her face to a golden ring that pierced her left nostril. Golden chains
by the dozens hung around her neck over a dark red, almost maroon
blouse. Her Sari was a bright red with a golden scroll pattern along
the border. To put it simply she was breathtaking. In her had was a
long Pale yellow scarf. She had a very serious expression on her
face.
She started to tell me about her Astrologer back in India, how
sometimes she would call her and say things like, "Be very careful
getting on the train at Rajnipoor" or "watch for cars tomorrow" and
there would almost be an accident. And how one day she had called her
and said, "I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but your brother
will die this afternoon", and that evening an Officer from her brothers
regiment came by and told her and her mother that her brother had been
shot by a sniper, up in Kashmir and that he was dead. All the while
she's walking around me, dragging the scarf across my body, wrapping
it around my head and slipping it off, sliding it around my neck, and
fiddling with it. Eventually she fiddled with it so much that there
were two large knots in it, about 6 inches apart.
Then she says, "You know, nobody at school knows that we are living
together, but She called me, here, this afternoon, and told me
something very strange. She said that 'This evening you will strangle a
man, hang a woman and then hang yourself.'". With that she whipped the
scarf around my neck, and pulled it tight. "I wonder which woman I will
be hanging? Good-bye my love, it has been fun." And with that she
pulled on the ends of the scarf.
"Gaa...". Silence, not a sound from my gasping mouth as the heavy silk
cut off all air. The knots pressed on the side of my neck, in seconds
my vision tunneled in and I faded away with the thought "Oh shit"...
And then faded back awake. I was still bound to the chair, Rani was
kissing me and saying "Oh, do wake up dear".
"Gack cough", I choked, "What was that all about?"
"Well my astrologer said that 'there would be no deaths unless I tried
to avoid the actions that [She] had foreseen', so I chose you to be the
man, now I must find a willing woman and well... I was looking into
your other footlocker ( figures she's a escape artist, what price a
cheap Master combination padlock ) and I know that you have women's
clothing in your size there, do you sometimes dress as a woman?"
"Well sometimes I do, for special occasions".
"I thought as much, will you be my next victim too? Please? I can
think of no other person to use". Well to make a long story short
after not a whole lot of wheedling she talked me into it.
She smiled very widely, "I had something made for you as a special
surprise, now it will come in handy". With that she began to untie
me.
"What was with that scarf that you used on me".
"Oh, that was the same knot as used by the thuggee, you know who they
were?"
"Yes, I think so, weren't they worshipers of Shiva the Destroyer?"
"Well yes, but they only worshiped one facet of Shiva, who is also the
Creator". By now I was free, we went into the bedroom on the bed was
another Sari, this one was Sapphire Blue, with a sky blue blouse.
There was a makeup kit, and a small box of silver and pearl jewelry.
Also there were my female underthings, bra, girdle but no waist
cinchers ( well a Sari leaves the midrift uncovered ).
"Please take off your clothing", she said, and with that began my
transformation into an Indian woman. I never realized just how simple
a Sari is. After getting on all of the usual stuff, ( bra, panties,
breast forms ) she sat me down and applied the eye makeup, heavy
eye-pencil around the eyes to outline them, a paste on 'cast mark',
lipstick. Then the blouse, like a short tee shirt, with snaps up the
back, round neckline, very snug fitting, she called it a 'choli'. The
sleeves came to just above my elbow. The Sari consists of about 10
yards of silk cloth, at the bottom edge is sew a panel of heavy fabric
to stiffen that section. The top is heavily pleated ( so that there is
room in the bottom for the wearer to walk ). You put on a half slip,
with a thin rope for a waistband, after the skirt is wrapped around
your waist, starting at the right side, and wrapping towards the left,
about six times, it is tucked under the waistband of the slip and
pinned into the itself on the left side, and then taken around the back
once more, them up and over the left shoulder ( where it is pinned with
a broach ), the remainder hangs down the back most of the way to the
ground to balance the rest, or is lifted over the head to protect you
from the sun.
The she sat me down again and got out my black wig ( you remember that
wig don't you ). She placed it on my head and pinned it firmly into
place. A quick touch of lipstick and the she turned me to the mirror.
I was quite surprised at how I looked ( you may wish to
read 'My turn' for my feelings about the looks of my female persona ).
"Just sit here for a few moments please, I'll be right back".
As I sat there my thoughts turned to the 'Indian' mind, now I realize
that this is generalization, and many Indians don't feel this way,
But...
India is a land of great mysticism, ( this is why the English had so
little friction with their colonial policies [compare the history of
India under the British with any other colonial powers colony, India
was, on the whole, content under the Raj] they are romantics, I shudder
to think what would have happened had say Imperial Russia, another land
of mystics, ended up with India as a Colony. The Russians and Indians
would have been at each others throats constantly, mainly over
religious matters. By the way- it is not as unlikely as you think for
Russia to have had India as one might think, A little poorer
Generalship in the Crimea on the part of the British, a few breaks
falling the other way, and the French and British could have lost,
soundly, the Crimean War. This would have eventually lead to the fall
of the Ottoman empire in the 1860's and control of the Eastern
Mediterranean by Russia... But I digress. Indian mysticism leads to
strange, unexplainable things happening. The Indian rope trick is NOT
a trick, why do you think that Henry Wiess ( Harry Houdini ) spent
several years in India?
As these thoughts were wandering through my mind I was rummaging through
my footlocker, finally finding my highest heels, the 5 inchers, with
ankle straps. No sooner had I put them on, and was practicing walking
in heels and a Sari, when Rani came back into the room.
"Oha, take those silly heels off, Indian women of breeding never wear
them." The she muttered under her breath, "You are lucky that I'm not
turning you into some splayfooted peasant woman, great with child".
"Huh?"
"It is nothing, come over to me now".
In the living room there was incense burning in holders and a tape of
Indian music was playing softly on my tape deck.
She had me put my wrists together behind my back. "We do not want you
touching things, it may spoil the effect", she said as she tightly
bound my wrists and then elbows. "Now sit down on the bed". "Now lay
back,... Oh!, wait, here are some pillows for behind your arms ...this
is good".
She sat on the bed by my head and said, "Before I begin, I want you to
know that what I am about to do is something that I can only do one
time for a person, and I can only do it a few times in my lifetime.".
Then she began to speak softly in Hindi, almost chanting. I started to
speak, but she placed a finger on my lips. "Silence", she whispered,
and returned to the intonations. After a few minutes I began to get
sleepy and I had trouble holding my eyes open, she nodded at me as
they fluttered open, closed, open, closed So dark ... heavy ... dark
... heavy ......
I awoke to her kiss on my lips, I opened my eyes, somehow she seemed
bigger. I felt a little strange like something was changed. I was
still lying on the bed on my back, with my wrists bound, but something
felt different. She said, "There I have made the change for you, this
will last about 3 hours, then you will fall asleep and awaken as your
normal self".
"What..." .
"Wa..."
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