Nisha’s Secret Doll

It was a rainy afternoon, and the sky over our colony in Jaipur had turned completely dark. I had gone to Nisha’s house for combined study. She was my closest friend, and we always sat together during exams to revise. By the time I reached her house, I was completely drenched. My shirt was sticking to my skin, my trousers were dripping, and I was shivering slightly from the cool breeze that accompanied the rain.

As soon as she opened the door, Nisha giggled.

“Arun! You look like you just came out of the swimming pool. Arre pagal, come inside before you catch a cold.”

She quickly handed me a towel. “Go freshen up. Bathroom is there.”

I went inside, had a quick bath, and came out wearing only the towel she had given. My hair was still wet, droplets sliding down my face. Just as I was wiping myself, Nisha entered with a pair of her father’s shirt and pants.

But the moment her eyes fell on me, she stopped. Her gaze lingered, and I instinctively covered my chest with both hands. My heart pounded. I had always hidden my chest under loose clothes, but now there was no way.

“Aru…” she whispered, her eyes widening. She stepped closer, almost disbelieving. “You… you have… breasts?”

I felt my throat go dry. I quickly turned away, my cheeks burning.

“Please, Nishu, don’t say anything. People will laugh at me. That’s why I always wear loose shirts… no one knows.”

Instead of laughing, she gently placed her hand on my shoulder and turned me towards her. Then, with a softness I didn’t expect, she brushed her fingers across my chest.

“Arun, oh my God… they are so soft… so perfect. You never told me.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “I was scared… you are my best friend, please don’t tell anyone…”

She smiled and cupped my face. “Pagal, why will I tell anyone? You are mine. Your secret is safe. In fact, I think you look so beautiful. These clothes of uncle’s won’t suit you. Wait, I’ll get something better.”

Before I could stop her, she went to her cupboard and pulled out a blue embroidered kurti with a pink patiala pant. The colors were bright, girly, and elegant.

I shook my head nervously. “Nishu, no… I can’t wear that. It’s a girl’s dress.”

She giggled like a child, hugging the kurti to her chest. “Please, Arun. Just once. You don’t know how pretty you’ll look. You already have such a smooth face, no beard, nothing. Trust me you’ll look like a doll.”

Before I could argue, she held the kurti against my body. The fabric brushed against my damp skin, and a strange shiver ran down my spine. It felt… nice. Too nice.

I whispered, “It feels… different…”

She smirked knowingly. “See? You’re already enjoying it. But wait. Before wearing kurti, you need the proper base.”

Opening her drawer, she pulled out a white bra and a matching panty.

My eyes went wide. “Nisha! This is too much. I can’t wear that!”

She stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. “Why not? You have breasts, Arun. You need a bra to support them. And this panty… it’s far better than your old underwear. Trust me, you’ll feel comfortable.”

Her words melted my hesitation. Slowly, I took the set from her hands and went back into the bathroom. My heart was hammering as I slid into the pink panty. It was silky, hugging me softly, and to my shock it felt comfortable, even natural. When I looked in the mirror, my cheeks flushed red. Then came the bra. I struggled with the hooks, fumbling endlessly, until finally I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out.

“Nishu… I can’t do this. How do girls even wear bras?”

She burst out laughing, covering her mouth. “Arre meri maa! Come here, I’ll help.”

Before I could protest, she unwrapped my towel and guided my arms into the straps. Her fingers worked quickly, hooking it at the back. Suddenly, I stood in front of her wearing nothing but bra and panty. My whole body went hot with embarrassment.

I tried to cover myself, but she caught my hands. “Why are you so shy, Arun? Right now you’re not my devar… you’re my bestie… my girlfriend. And you know what? You have a perfect figure.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Come on, give me some girly poses.”

I blushed harder. “Nishu, stop it…”

But she already had her phone in hand, giggling as she snapped a photo.

“Arre wah! Look at you. So shy, so pretty. This is just the beginning, Arun. Wait till you see yourself in the kurti and patiala. You’ll forget you were ever a boy.”

She handed me the blue kurti again. This time, I didn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I slipped it on over the bra. The embroidery brushed against my chest, and I gasped softly at the new sensation. Then I pulled on the pink patiala. The fabric swished around my legs, so free, so airy compared to pants.

Nisha clasped her hands together, eyes shining. “Hai rabba… Arun, you look like a proper girl! So delicate, so innocent… as if you were born for this.”

She adjusted my dupatta and made me stand in front of the mirror. My breath caught. A girl stared back at me soft, shy, blushing, with curves hidden all these years now embraced.

I whispered, “Is this really… me?”

Nisha hugged me from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Yes, my Aru. This is the real you. From today, no more hiding.”

That rainy evening at Nisha’s house was only the beginning. The kurti and Patiala she made Arun wear gave her a taste of how easily his soft features and hidden curves could be shaped into something feminine. Days turned into weeks, and their combined studies became more like Arun’s secret training sessions under Nisha’s playful but determined guidance.

At first, she would only tease him with small things giving him bangles to wear, applying a bit of kajal under his eyes, braiding his hair with fake extensions she borrowed from her cousin. Arun would resist, blush, complain… but every time she pleaded, her charm and insistence made him give in.

One Sunday, Nisha smiled mischievously and said,

“Arun, today no books. You’re becoming my doll. I want to see you as a proper desi girl.”

Before he could protest, she already pulled out her mother’s saree collection. The deep blue and purple one shimmered in her hands the same one Arun would later be lying in.

“Saree? Nisha, I can’t… how will I even wear this?” he whispered, already nervous.

She giggled, pulling him to the mirror.

“Don’t worry, meri jaan, I’ll drape you. You already have the body for it… just wait and see.”

She made him wear a matching blouse first sleeveless, with delicate rings holding the straps together. His chest, already fuller than any boy’s, filled the blouse naturally. When she hooked it at the back, he gasped at how snug it felt.

Then came the petticoat, and finally, Nisha slowly pleated the saree around him, tucking it gently at his waist. Arun stood frozen, watching the six yards wrap him into a completely new identity. When she adjusted the pallu over his shoulder, his reflection looked nothing like a boy anymore.

“Arun is gone,” Nisha whispered in his ear. “Now you’re my Aruna.”

His cheeks burned. He tried to cover himself shyly, but the soft fabric brushing against his skin gave him strange new feelings.

To complete the look, Nisha carefully parted his hair in the middle and attached a long braid extension. She oiled it lightly, combed it down, and tied it with a ribbon. Then came the tiny bindi on his forehead, a streak of kajal, and a touch of lipstick.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he didn’t recognize the person. A delicate girl with a long braid, blue saree, and shy eyes stared back.

“Bas… just lie down here,” Nisha said, spreading a furry mat on the floor. She adjusted his saree, letting the pallu fall gracefully. Arun lay there, his braid falling over his shoulder, his lips blushing with color.

Nisha giggled, pulling out her phone.

“Perfect! My beautiful doll, just like a heroine. Give me that innocent look… yes, like that…”

Click. Click.

Arun closed his eyes, heart pounding, as she captured him in every pose. He was lost between shame and thrill embarrassed to be seen like this, yet unable to deny how right it felt.

That’s how Arun, once a shy boy hiding his body, ended up as “Aruna” draped in a saree, with a braid, bindi, and bangles looking exactly like the picture