Satinder, a young Sikh boy, was all excited to celebrate his first flight as a steward. So, just as planned, he was getting ready to go out with his colleagues. He laid his freshly starched turban on the bed and got into the shower. After a long relaxing bath, he came out and got dressed in a black silk shirt and trousers, paired with black formal shoes. He sprayed himself with a good amount of perfume and finally, turned to wear the turban. But he realised his mistake. The strong air throw from the fan had not only blown away the turban but it was now lying on the table with an end of it soaked in the ‘paneer do pyaaza’ he had eaten for lunch, but hadn’t gotten the plates cleared.
He was getting late and was still thinking when he heard a knock on the door. The knob turned and in came his beautiful colleague Vrinda, who was looking ravishing in a solid black jumpsuit, her hair in a high fountain ponytail, minimal platinum jewellery and silver pumps. On one hand, she had a platinum bracelet and on the other just a few bangles. She saw what his problem was and suggested him to wear some other turban. But unfortunately, all he had was a navy turban. He didn’t want to wear that, as it was supposed to be a part of his uniform and the only spare one was now eating curry on the table. Now, there he was standing with his long wet hair open and hanging behind.
Vrinda looked at the length and the volume of hair and in her mind she said, “Such hair on a guy and that too tied in a turban 24/7, such a waste. I so want to put flowers in them.”
Vrinda started acting like she had a solution. She first made him sit and blow dried his hair. Then she combed them with some 50 brush strokes. She looked at his reflection in the mirror and said. “Now please trust me and let me help.”
She started braiding his hair and then gave it a few twists to make a neat bun at the back.
Satinder reached for it saying, “I actually wear it on top.”
Vrinda stopped him. “But that’s when you are wearing a turban. Tonight you will be wearing a bun.”
Satinder retorted. “I can not. I am a Sikh and I am not supposed to leave my hair uncovered.”
Vrinda smiled. “Fair enough. I have a solution for that too.”
She untied her pony which was till now being held together by a black silk scarf and said, “Now this is all I have got and it’s not long enough. So, there are two ways. One, you can wear it to just cover the bun like a hair tie. Second, you can wear it like a scarf, because it’s not long enough to be a bandanna.“
He was quiet. So she took the decision in her hands and pinned it the middle of his head, so the part hanging behind would cover the bun. Satinder had a confused expression but he couldn’t do any better than that. Now just as she pulled him up so they could leave, she did something girly to him. She pulled out a strand each from both the sides of his head and just twisting them around her fingers, let them fall on his cheeks. Even though he was a Sikh, he wasn’t lucky enough when it came to moustache and beard. Just a hint of them under the chin and a light stroke of hair on his upper lip. She pulled him outside the room before he could take a good look at the mirror. The cab was waiting at the hotel gate.
On the way, Satinder tried to switch on his front camera to take a look at what she did and how, but Vrinda took his phone and put it in her purse. “Stop it, will you? Don’t you trust me? I am telling you, a girl is telling you that you are looking good. Ain’t that enough?”
Satinder had been dreaming about her, ever since he had seen her the first time. This cab journey was the first time, he got some alone time with her. In one of the moments, he moved closer to her and she did notice. Vrinda gave him a hug while Satinder tried to kiss her. She didn’t let him kiss on the lips but on the cheeks and during one of those moments, when his hands were checking out her waistline, hers also went for his. After a bit or fondling and cuddling, she took the hem of his shirt out of the trousers. He was just happy thinking that he was about to get laid and all this was moving faster than he had thought, but Vrinda untied the bottom two buttons of his shirt and tied the ends like a knot. This actually was a strange behaviour from a girl, he thought. He tried to untie, but they had reached the restaurant and she pushed him out of the car where the other colleagues were already waiting outside.
The girls whistled to see his look. “Someone is looking hot!”
He again tried to untie, but now the girls stopped and they took him inside the restaurant, arms in his arms. Satinder asked the ladies about the only other guy in the troop, the pilot. He was told that, he called in sick. And now one of the backup female pilots will take his place in the cockpit next day. This was exciting, yet weird for Satinder as he was now the only guy among the entire airline crew on the next morning flight. Both the pilots were women. So now it was one guy, four female hostesses and two female pilots.
The evening was completely opposite of what he had imagined. To impress the ladies, he started making his drinks a little too strong and as a result, he passed out. Now, he was brought back to the hotel by 6 girls and while he was sloshed, they didn’t just change his clothes, but made up his face too.
Next morning, he was woken up by his phone alarm and realised he had slept on the chair only. As he opened eyes, he saw this air hostess in his room. He thought she wasn’t a part of his crew. So who was she? He went closer to find out, and what he saw threw him off balance. Because, he was her. He was a perfectly dressed air hostess. A short navy skirt with slit in back. His legs were encased in stockings. A white silk puff sleeved blouse. Navy blue silk scarf around the neck but tied like a choker. His hair with a centre partition was tied back in a tight big bun. His nails were manicured and shining because of the crystal clear varnish. Eyebrows were arched and the lashes were coated with kajal. Lips were luscious pink. Even the name tag was new. His name had been shortened from Satinder to Satin.
Now, he was scared. Not only did he not remember anything from the past evening, but he didn’t know what to do now. He ran to the washroom, as he had to quickly change to be ready for the flight, but the bathroom was locked. This meant, he would have to step out of his room and access the nearest possible bathroom. He definitely couldn’t call his colleagues because it was their doing only. Now, he thought for a bit and then gathered the courage and called the reception in the best girly voice he could manage. What he heard at the other end was a laughter. He knew he was doomed. The reception was also taken over by his female colleagues.
He still tried to remain calm and said, “I think my bathroom door is stuck. It needs fixing.”
It was Vrinda on the other side. “Sure, madam. I will send someone right away.”
Now, a minute later, a guy showed up at his door and while he was fixing it, he kept looking at Satinder and smiling.
He fixed the door and while leaving, handed him a note. “Madam, this is for you.”
Satinder opened the note and there was another bad news. It read,
Dear Satin,
Since you were so nice to us in the last evening and didn’t let us feel awkward as the only guy in the crew, we thought of making it a little less awkward for you in exchange. So, now you are one of us. And don’t worry about your clothes, we have informed the airlines about your sudden coming out. The staff at the airport has been filled in too and they are all comfortable and ready to support. Now, the only person who has to be comfortable and confident is you. The door might be fixed, but don’t think of changing. Your bag containing all your clothes is with us. So, now be the nice and sweet hostess that you were last night and walk out and down to the ground floor. We are waiting for you. Since your money bag is also with us, we are sure you are not planning to miss your first flight back home. You are the newest one, so you will also be giving the safety instructions in the flight today. Come soon, girl!”
Satinder sat down for a bit, took a deep breath, and finally decided to step out as Satin. Just to make himself less embarrassed or to not being recognised instantly, Satin gingerly walked through the corridor to the elevator and smiled her way down. Just as he put on a fake air hostess smile, the lift doors opened but what he saw now was even more embarrassing. All the six women were waiting for him but to his surprise, they were all wearing trousers and he was the only one in skirt. The journey to the airport was a quiet one, but all the eyes were laughing at him. The girls were suppressing their giggles.
As they reached the airport, Vrinda deliberately gave Satinder an extra coat of lipstick. The frisking and the checking in was smooth, but full of embarrassment as the entire staff knew his reality. Once onboard, Satinder was one of the two hostesses standing at the flight entrance welcoming them with a namaste and smile. A few young passengers even winked at him on their way inside. As ordered, he had to give the safety instructions with all the gestures, twice for Hindi and English.
After the take-off, every time a passenger pressed the bell, the crew would send Satin and they would all giggle, standing at the back, watching him struggle to maintain a girly pitch. He was also made to serve most of the food, as the other hostess just pushed the trolley. Even when it was time to collect the trash, Satin was the one pushed ahead. A few guys also tried to hand him their contact number. His feet were aching and crying for help, but each time he went back to the crew section, one of the girls would not let him sit, instead they would give him a touch up.
After 4 long hours, the flight landed and when all the passengers had left, the ladies shut the doors again. This time captain Monisha came out and she was carrying a bag. The window panes were shut, lights were dimmed. And she emptied the bag on a seat.
She gave an evil smile and said, “Time to get ready for your next flight, Satin.”
She bit her lips and held out what was in the bag, a navy blue satin saree.
She looked at the other girls and ordered. “Come on, girls. Get your sister ready. You people took too long last night.”
Vrinda cat walked towards Satin and asked in a very seductive voice, “Madam, can I frisk you?”
She winked and her hands started from Satin’s satin clad bottoms.
She squeezed and Satin moaned.
©Sweety Sharma from Crossdressing Tales