Traditional dance

I remember, I was in 9th grade when my parents decided to send me to a dance reality show. I was exited as I knew it would make me famous. But, I cannot go as I didn't knew classical dance. Within a week's time, my mom arranged a classical dance teacher at a nearby place. The teacher was an old friend of my mom. I knew that I have to manage school and dance class together. I went to the class next Monday knowing nothing about the class. As my mom ordered, I reached there by 4 pm. Like me there were 5 other beginners with a difference that they were girls. I was the only boy. The teacher introduced herself as Ms. Nisha. My mouth opened wide wen I saw her, she was about 32 years old with projecting breasts and butts. She was wearing a peacock green sari with golden borders and matching blouse. She had worn ornaments like bangles and toe-ring. Her ears were adorned by 4 earrings in each and had a well placed nose-stud shining on her nose. I tried hard and closed my mouth. She explained that we are about to learn "Mohiniyattam" (a classical dance in Kerala) and which is performed by girls only. I felt shameful when I heard that. She introduced me to other students as her first male student. She showed some pics of Mohiniyattam dancers and showed some hand mudras. She then dismissed the class and told me to come an hour early next day.

The next day, I left school immediately after the class. I reached dance class by 3:15 pm. This time there was no one in the dance hall except for Ms. Nisha. She asked me what made me to learn Mohiniyattam. I told that it's my parents will. She said "It's good, but soon it will be your will!". She told me you cannot practice Mohiniyattam in trouser ant shirt. She told me to wear the recommended dress for practicing Mohiniyattam. She told "Today, I will give you the dress. Follow me." My heart was pounding hearing all this. I couldn't say anything as it was totally unexpected. I had to remove my clothes and wear a dance uniform. As instructed, I followed her to a room. There she took out a set of clothes and kept it on the bed. She told me to remove my clothes. I was so shy that I told her "No, I cannot". She told "if you want to learn dance you should". She forced me to change and ultimately I gave up and removed my clothes. She gave me the dress kept on bed and told me to put it on, it was salwar kameez. I wore bottom kameez first and then salwar top. I felt my dick rising but controlled it. She took the duppatta and pinned it on my shoulders. She took me to the mirror. I felt someone inside me showing off.

When I reached dance hall, the other students were there. They giggled seeing me in such dress. They didn't asked me about dress since the strict teacher was with us. She started the class by teaching about the importance of feminine attitude in Mohiniyattam. She taught a step in which the right hand is to be placed in hips and the left hand to be waved in a particular girlish manner while walking with swaying hips in each direction. She told us to practice it daily which could also develop a good hip shape in future.The class was over by 6 pm and this time also Ms. Nisha called me personally and told "bring your own salwar kameez tomorrow. Dear, I will call your mom and tell to get you one tonight itself. Now you can change your dress". After changing, I left. I was surprised to see that my mom was already dressed to go out with me. I was ready to go with my mom. We were going to nearby mall. My mom was so exited and she told me that she sometimes wished if I was her daughter. I smiled with a pounding heart. We reached and went straight to the ladies section and within no time my mother asked for salwar kameez. The sales girl had guessed that the salwar is for me by seeing my awkward expressions and she showed me the salwar kameez section. She showed a dozen salwar kameez. Mom was so happy to select the one that suits me. She placed each one on me and made many calculations in her mind. I found all the salwar kameez pretty and I couldn't choose, so I simply kept quite. My mom made her decision, she selected a light blue salwar kameez and white salwaar with red bottom. The sales girl suggested pattiyala styled bottoms with pink salwaar, my mom accepted her suggestion. I wondered why she is so curious in selecting the dress as I'm not going to wear it outside or for any occasion. The sales girl added matching duppatta's to the selected salwar's from another rack. How am I going to wear all these? I was astonished to see that my mom asked for padded bra to the sales girl and she immediately packed one with a large size. I just had a blank look on mom's eyes. We went home and I was too exhausted due to the busy day that I couldn't try my new dresses. 

I went for the next dance class earlier than before. This time my teacher was in a yellow salwar. She told me to change to the new dress that I had bought. I went to a room in the house with my new dress to change. I removed my school uniform shirt and trouser, I was wearing only my underwear. I took the golden salwar top from my bag and suddenly I remembered about the bra. I kept the salwar top back into the bag and took the padded bra,wondering how to wear it. It took me 10 minutes to keep the bra in a position to hook. To my surprise it was hooked by Ms. Nisha from behind. I was speechless and shy as I was wearing only underwear. She took white salwar with red bottom from my bag and lowered it to the floor for me to step in. I slipped in both my legs inside and she tied a knot in the sides keeping it tight. This time I felt my dick hardening and I couldn't resist the tight feel of red kameez bottom in my hips. Ms. Nisha showed a skeptic look on me and I understood that she noticed the small change. She told me to rise my hands and she slid the white salwar top through my body. She zipped the back of salwar. Now the salwar was fitting firmly to my upper body.I could see my self with two chest bulging in the nearby mirror. Ms. Nisha noticed my admiration in mirror and pinned the duppatta's on my shoulders in 'v' shape.

I started to leave as soon as it was completed but Ms. Nisha holded me by hand and said that I'm not completed. I asked her what else is to be done and she spoke nothing but opened a box and took something. She opened it and I realized that it was mascara (kajal). I resisted a bit but she forcefully rimmed both my eyes with mascara. This time my dick was even stronger. She understood that I'm helpless with projecting dick. She used eyebrow pencils and curved my eyebrow shape like dancers. She completed with a black bindi in the center of my eyebrows. She opened another drawer and took a pair of clip-on jhumkas. I felt my ears heavy when she clipped it to my ears. She told me that I can go to the practicing hall now. The other five girls were already there. To my surprise, Ms. Nisha introduced me to them once again. But this time she told everyone to consider me as a girl and to call me "Priya". The girls just laughed seeing me and called me Priya as if teasing me. I couldn't look at anyone's face. Ms. Nisha ordered me to be in front. I understood that it is to make sure that no other girls see my projection. That day she taught us many beginners steps in Mohiniyattam and I felt much easier to dance in my salwar kameez. The class was over by 6:30 pm and I went inside the room to change. I removed everything in a hurry and Ms. Nisha helped me in removing earrings and the bra. I packed up everything and left. When I reached home my Mom opened the front door and she hugged me and kissed me in the forehead. I couldn't understand the reason for this strange behavior. She told me that I look beautiful, then I realized that I'm still having the bindi, dark eyebrows and mascara rimmed eyes. With the thought of this, again I got aroused. I suddenly ran to my room and closed the door as I don't want my mom to see me aroused. She insisted me to open the door, but I couldn't because of the projection of my dick. She told that she won't send me to dance class again if I behave mad like closing door. I knew that I have started enjoying dance classes and couldn't quit. I tried to control myself and used two underwear for safety. I opened the door and was ready for scolding from mom, but instead of scoldings she just hugged me and removed my bindi and asked me to take bath and while she prepare food.

I took a nice bath and it was really difficult to clear the trace of mascara and eyebrow pencils.When I opened my room door I saw my mom waiting in my room. When I came out of bathroom she asked me to try her red colored frilly satin nighty, I replied 'no'. She took the padded bra from my bag and started trapping me inside it's femininity. I kept on saying 'no mom' many times but couldn't move a bit as I felt my inner urge for the protection provided by bra. Next, was the nighty which was sleeveless and silky. I obeyed when she told me to rise my hands up and I felt heavenly when she slid it through me. It was heavier than I thought. My mom showed her happiness by kissing me in cheeks. I also managed to smile which made both of us laugh. She took me to her bedroom and opened her drawer. She used some lip gloss on my lips and I felt the excitement. She applied mascara but I told her that dad would see when he will come back from the office. She told that he will be coming late that day and I will be asleep when he come. She used her finger to line my lower eyes with pitch black mascara. My eyebrows were lined with pencils. She decorated my forehead with a long curvy designer bindi. She tried to slide some bangles through my wrist but it failed as my hands were bigger. She hooped in a fancy bracelet in my left hand and a fancy silver necklace in my neck. My ears were left free as there was no clip-on earring with her which made both of us sad. She fixed a flowery band in my head and that too very tightly.

We started to walk when it was finished and both of us felt a difference of sound while walking. She immediately opened her ornament box and took out a pair of silver payals. My feet was restricted and adorned in noisy payals. We both had dinner together but without a single speech. A call from my father came mentioning that he wont be home that day. After dinner mom asked me to sit with her watching TV serials, but that time I felt that there is some real thing in serials like dresses, makeup, fashion culture, etc. It was 11 pm when I felt too tired and sleepy and my mom told me to sleep with her. I obeyed her and she kissed me in forehead before sleep. The pain that tight bra and hairband gave me became a part of me and I felt no pain again. I felt my mother's warmth when she laid near me hugged me as a mother cares her daughter.

The next morning I woke in nighty and mom was there with coffee. She told me that dad is back but haven't seen me yet. Hearing this I ran to bathroom and changed back to my dress. I rubbed and rubbed to remove my eye make up and succeeded in it. I got ready for the school and I was eager to put my dresses in bag. The well awaited time came and I was in front of Ms. Nisha. This time she was wearing a pink salwar kameez. Her hair was made as a bun and jasmine flowers were arranged around it. She wore a gold ring instead of stud in her nose. She instructed me to change and come. That day also she helped me in wearing my bra and she was surprised to see trace of bra straps in my back. I told her all that happened the day before and that I had slept in tight bra. She helped me in wearing salwar kameez and told me to try make up myself. She then called my mom and they talked and laughed for a while. Meanwhile, I opened her makeup box and used eyebrow pencils, mascara and lipstick. I went to show my teacher that I have completed my makeup. But I was slapped and she scolded me for not wearing bindi. I applied bindi and showed my makeup to Ms. Nisha again. She was happy then and helped me with a necklace and clip-on jhumkas. The class was about the way to sync with music and I couldn't sync properly which made rest of the girls laugh. Ms. Nisha understood my problem and she told me that I will be happy a week after punishment. The class was dispersed earlier. I changed to my normal dress and removed my makeup and traces. I expected my mom to be there with a stick in her hand to beat me. But she was at the gate and ready in sari, with a smile she told me that we are going to see a friend of her's and since no one is at home I have to go with her. I was happy that I escaped from the punishment. I said I'm ready. It took 15 minutes to go to Pooja aunty who is my mom's close friend and she runs a beauty parlor in town. We were welcomed inside the house to her living room. She asked me "have you bought the earring? Which side you want to pierce? " I tried to explain but my mom over toned saying "No, Pooja haven't bought, but want to pierce both ears". I said no to both of them and tried to get away to the front door. Mom told me that it was as instructed by Ms. Nisha and if I don't obey she wont allow me inside dance class again. Mom knows my addiction to dance class.

Pooja aunty told that she have studs with her and cleaned my ear lobes with ethanol cotton swabs. I was looking at a pair of small studs in table while aunty took a long piercing pin and pushed through my left ear lobe. I felt pain when stud was inserted and screwed I couldn't hold longer and I just tried to get away but my mom holded me back in seat and Pooja aunty pierced my right ear and stud was fixed. She told me not to remove the piercing for a month. My eyes were watery and I nodded. On my way back mom bought me ice-cream to make me happy. My dad was at home when we reached home and he showed his disagreement in piercing my ears through gestures. 

I surprised my friends my school friends the next day by showing off my ear-studs. I sat in my classroom with slight pain in both ear lobes which I enjoyed. My next dance class was after a week and I was eager to see Ms. Nisha. Immediately after school next week, I went to the dance class. She told me that i look good with ear-studs. The black salwar was my choice for the day and I directly went to the changing room. I removed my uniform and wore my padded bra myself. I was in black salwar with golden borders in arms and neck. This one was a bit body fitting than the rest. I wore a black patiyala style bottom with the salwar. I saw that the makeup items and some jewelries were kept for me on the table. I started my with mascara, eyebrows, bindi and this time I found a maroon lipstick and lip gloss which I used on my lips. I enjoyed the smell and taste of lipstick. I adorned my neck with a necklace. I used some blush over my cheeks to make me look more attractive. After wearing the duppatta, I entered the dance hall. That time I hadn't found many laughing at me. I understood that I'm looking more like them. I even felt that I'm beautiful than a few of them.

Ms. Nisha told all of us about the importance of "gungroos" which is to be worn in legs like payals. She called me to the front and told me to put my left leg on a nearby chair. She took a red gungroo set and placed in my ankles and tied a tight knot at the back. I could hear loud noise when i put my leg down. She told me to tie the other to the right leg and I was excited to do it. She ordered me to go to front. Oh my god! I was walking with heavy gungroos in my ankles and it made a harmonious noise. She told me to perform a certain step that was taught last class. Though I was shy, I couldn't disobey Ms. Nisha. I respected the floor and started dancing the steps I have learned. I felt a kind of spirit which I have never felt before. Ms. Nisha told others to listen to the rhythm of my gungroo legs and study. I saw a satisfied smile on Ms. Nisha's face when I finished dancing. She told me that I am learning fast, I could even do the first stage performance within a month if I learn like that. After that day's class many girls showed angry face to me as they were jealous of my performance. I felt happy when one of them whose name was Shilpa encouraged me by saying that my moves were great. She told me that I'm really like a girl. That was the most encouraging part.

When I reached home, mom kissed my forehead and told me that she was informed about my awesome performance in dance class. Ms. Nisha, might have called her. Mom told me to have a nice bath. I had a quick bath and came out. I felt to tie my bath towel above chest and so I did. I felt fresh and feminine and don't know why I glanced at myself in the mirror and saw my lovely ear-studs but it was paining when I touched. Mom gave me a bottle of women's perfume and told me to apply when I wear salwaar kameez. I went for bed early that night but I could sleep as it was a hot climate. During my struggle to sleep mom came to my room and gave me a long violet colored nighty to wear as it would be more comfortable than the shorts and t-shirt I was wearing. I told her that I would wear them when she leaves the room and so she left. I removed all my dresses and took the nighty. It was silky and semi transparent too. I wore them through my shoulders and was feeling great. 

I learned a lot from the next two weeks dance classes and I became more and more feminine in my character. I stopped speaking to boys in my class as dance was the only thing I could speak of. I became more energetic and friendly with girls in dance class. One day while I was trying on lipstick after dressing up in my black salwar, Ms. Nisha came to me and gave me a small box. I was surprised to see that it was a jewellery set. It consisted of a pair of jhumkas made of beads and fake diamonds and a beautiful necklace. She came close to me and started removing the ear-studs I was wearing for a month. She inserted the needle of jhumka earring in my right ear and screwed it tightly. She had done the same for left ear. I was feeling the weight of jhumkas while Ms. Nisha placed the necklace below my neck and tied it from behind. She then told me that it was a gift for my birthday which was on the next week. I was very happy that I touched Ms. Nisha's feet as a student respecting her master and she placed her hand over my head and blessed me that I would become a world famous dancer. After fixing dupatta and makeup, I faced the other girls with a pride of earning blessing from Ms. Nisha. I danced well that day. I told Shilpa about what happened inside the room and she was so happy that she kissed me on my cheek. 

The next day while I was in school, the class leader announced that school annual day function is on next month and the participants of vivid programs could give their names to him. I was so shy to give my name for Mohiniyattam as it was purely a girl thing. So, I kept quite. But again, I was surprised by my Mom when she said that my name has been given already to the vice principal of school by her when she had visited school in PTA meeting. She told me that I should give the first performance then with all preparations. I was excited and my heart beat increased when she told me that I have to start preparations from the next day onward.

The next days were just amazing for me. Principal of my school instructed that people who are participating in school day programs need to attend only half day classes, the rest of the time can be used for practices. Ms. Nisha used to come to school couple of times a week in the afternoon to teach me. I'm instructed to wear salwar kameez during my practice in school. A week later, to my surprise, my mom came to the dance practice room along with Ms. Nisha. She told me to perform in front of my mom and I just nodded my head. I just couldn't do it as I was too shy. They tried to force me but it was in vain. My Mom left the room unhappily when Ms. Nisha told me "it's time to show your talent to your mother who was an awesome dancer in her youth! She would have been a famous dancer if she didn't marry your dad!". This was a new news for me. I didn't knew that my mother was a dancer. I felt sorry that I haven't performed in front of her. The next day after the forenoon class, I went straight to the practicing room where I saw Ms. Nisha waiting for me. She told me to change to salwar kameez. I changed my dress in front of her as I felt no shy in front of her. I changed to my black salwar kameez and patiyala style bottom and wore my jhumkas and necklace. Ms. Nisha applied mascara and lipstick to my eyes and lips. She opened a box a showed me a pair of ladies sandals with a 2-inch heels. She told me that we are going outside and there is no practice that day. I removed my socks and she told me to insert my right foot inside a sandal and I did it. She fastened the strap at the back of my foot and I felt secured. She repeated it in my other foot and I was told to stand. Wow! I looked taller, She helped me to walk inside the room for a while holding in my hand. She opened the door and I found that the rest of the students are in their afternoon classes. We walked through the corridor of the school and went to the parking lot. Ms. Nisha got her scooter and she told me to sit. I found that it's difficult to sit like boys as my salwar kameez showed some restrictions, so I sat in girls style. I just felt great in Ms. Nisha's high speed ride, when my short hairs disturbed my vision and i just flowed it back. We went straight to the city and she stopped at a shop named Cinderella. It was a stitching center. She told me that we are there for taking measurement of my body to stitch blouse for the dance costume. She introduced me to Radhika who runs the stitching center. She asked me which style of dance am I practicing and I replied 'Mohiniyattam'. She then told me to stand aside and she took a measuring tape. I was asked to remove my dupatta, I removed it. She took horizontal and vertical measurements of my upper and lower back. I raised my hands when she told me and my chest circumference was measured. Ms. Nisha told her that she wants me to be a 34. She made her calculations on a notepad. She also ordered the white Mohiniyattam costume with golden borders, a new pair of gungroos for my legs, hair accessories and ornaments. The ornaments were a set of jhumkas with round stone works, a golden necklace, three types of fixing nose rings, a special bangle set, and an ornament to be worn on forehead called 'nettichutti' or 'tikka'. Radhika measured the size of my head for the wig. We left Cinderella in half an hour. I was dropped at my home and Ms. Nisha left. I saw that my mom was sad but surprised to see me in salwar kameez. She kissed me again and again calling me her daughter. I slept that nighty in a blue satin nighty and payals in my legs while talking to my mom about the days adventures.

Next day was my performance at school. I was very nervous and excited at same time. It was my first public dance. I woke up early in the morning, Ms. Nisha and mom both were dressing me for my performance. They started with sari and then wig and makeup. I couldn't stop staring myself. I was looking so pretty. Soon, we left for school. There were many students and all were looking at me. I felt shy. It was my chance for performing, I started dancing and everyone enjoyed it. As soon as my performance was over, everyone applauded and it made me more confident and happy. This was the best day of my life. My mom and Ms. Nisha were very happy and kissed me after the performance. I still continue learning other dance forms (specially female one's). Dance has become my life. I'm fulfilling my mom's dream of becoming a dancer. I'm now a professional dancer which was my mom's dream. She is so proud of me. I love her.

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