It looked so elegant. Stunning in silk. And not to mention it was Red in colour.
I wanted it so badly. The more I looked at it, the more i felt like a woman. More than a woman actually.
It would perfect my intention, my desire. Everything has been done. The transformation is somewhat has been perfected. The only thing left is to have that Silk Red Dress embrace me.
**Swipe**. I bought it.
It's my first night out with him. I'm unaware of who he is; which makes it all the more interesting.
A blind date. I met him on a chat space. We conversed for 6 months before deciding to go on a date.
Tonight is the night. I am nervously ecstatic! I straighten my hair, mascara to the face, foundation, blusher, and lip gloss to dazzle it off.
I arrived to the restaurant 10 minutes late. I walked in, and looked for a man clad in a green shirt; that's what he promised to wear, to be identified. He was looking at his watch; which put a smile on my face. Such a typical man!
I walked towards him, and said hi. He had a suprise look on his face... followed by an air of disgust.
I vaguely heard him utter something, something in repulsion. That's when the whole thing flased before me.
I was blinded by excitement, drowned in my own fantasy.
He stood up, threw the napkin on the table and walked away. I sat there, knowing, although this is just the beginning, i have a whole lot of ocean to swim across, to reach my destination. Even then, i'm not promised a safe landing...
I didn't want to be called Lakshmi... But they teased me by that name... I hated it at first, but as it went on, i could not resist, I could not fight the SEDUCTION of femininity. I wanted it more than anything. I gave up and sacrifised everything i had to become a woman.
I was known as Lakshman, but now.. just call me Lakshmi.
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