She woke to the sensation of fingers squeezing the flesh on the right side of her waist. She was surprised Rahul had woken up early. His hand moved across her belly, pulling her back until she was pressed firmly against him. As he nuzzled his face into her hair, she smelt alcohol on his breath. She realised he was only half-awake and would soon drift back to sleep, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Five hours later, she woke up lying on her back, feeling well-rested. Daylight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and the closed window. To her left, she saw the baby sleeping peacefully in the cradle, while on her right, Rahul lay with his back towards her. She smiled as memories of the previous night flashed through her mind. Hoping he was truly serious about her, she quietly slipped out of bed. She headed to the attached bathroom to finish her basic morning routine.
Drying her face, she stepped out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. She hung her towel over the freestanding rack before moving to the dressing table. Looking into the mirror, she noticed that her nightie hadn’t creased, despite sleeping in it all night. As she combed her hair, she watched the reflection of the baby in the cradle and Rahul on the bed behind her. She briefly felt like a mother and a wife, but she quickly shook her head, thinking, It’s ridiculous. I’m just a trans woman. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
She stepped out of the bedroom and immediately felt the drop in temperature. Beneath her knee-length nightie, the cool air brushed against her skin. She briefly regretted not putting on a bra and undies, but as she walked down the stairs, she felt free, feeling her breasts, testicles and penis shake – unrestrained by her undergarments. In the kitchen, she found Keerthi and said, “Good morning!”
“Good morning!” Keerthi said and smiled.
“Wow! You look lovely!” Alfreda exclaimed, seeing Keerthi, who was dressed in a light pink saree.
“I slept early last night, so I woke up early and had my bath. I’m feeling very fresh,” Keerthi said, busy stirring contents in the pan.
“That’s good, Keerthi. We went to bed quite late, around 1:30 in the morning,” Alfreda said.
Keerthi laughed and asked, “Is he troubling you too much?”
“Not really. I’m just happy I can support him after his wife passed away,” Alfreda said, taking a jar of coffee from the shelf.
“I already made coffee for you,” Keerthi said, seeing Alfreda taking the jar.
“Oh! Thank you so much,” Alfreda said and smiled.
“That’s okay,” Keerthi said, reaching for a cup on the rack. She poured the coffee into it and handed it to Alfreda.
“Thanks”, Alfreda said, taking the cup from her. “I have to meet a friend today, so I’ll be leaving at about ten. I should be back by five. I already told Rahul yesterday. He might wake up late. You can look after the baby until I’m back.”
“No problem”, Keerthi said, then asked, “Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Yes”, Alfreda said and sipped coffee from her cup.
“Ok. Let’s have breakfast together,” Keerthi said.
“Okay,” Alfreda said and waited for Keerthi to take the food containers.
They went to the dining room. Alfreda took a seat at the table and switched the TV on with a remote. Keerthi set out the breakfast on the table and sat opposite Alfreda. They talked, watching TV while they finished their meal.
After breakfast, Alfreda helped Keerthi wash the dishes and tidy the kitchen before heading upstairs. She opened the bedroom door quietly and peered inside. Rahul was still fast asleep. She went to the cradle and saw the baby sleeping. Relieved that they were sleeping, she went to the mirror and slipped out of her nightie. She stood there and looked at her reflection. Her breasts looked bigger than she expected. Although increasing hormone levels and breast stimulation aided their growth, breastfeeding on a regular basis appeared to make them look fuller. She was pleased with the size of her breasts and her capacity to produce enough breast milk to provide adequate nutrition for the baby.
Alfreda took a towel and headed into the attached bathroom. After a quick bath, she dried her hair and body before returning to the bedroom. Noticing that Rahul and the baby were still fast asleep, she went to the wardrobe to pick out her outfit. She carried the clothes to the dressing table and laid them over the chair. Standing naked before the mirror, she combed her hair while studying her reflection. She had always liked her natural, wavy black hair and her gently defined features. She was pleased that years of hormonal therapy had reduced her muscular mass, increased her breast size, slimmed her waist, and redistributed fat to her hips, thighs, and buttocks. Although possessing fully functional male genitalia, she felt at ease in her changing body and was privately proud of her attractive face, breasts, and hourglass figure, which gave her an unmistakable feminine appearance.
She kept the comb down and began to dress. She wore black lace panties and a black lace bra. She wore a dark green blouse and matching petticoat. Then she draped a dark green saree which had Zari-embroidered designs and a border. She applied light make-up, adjusted her hair and slid on her bangles. Satisfied with her appearance, she turned from the mirror, picked up her phone, and booked a cab through an app. Then, she took her handbag and went to the cradle. She lifted the sleeping baby and carried him out of the bedroom.
As she headed down the stairs, he woke up and began to whimper. She cooed softly, trying to soothe him back to sleep, but by the time she reached the ground floor, he was crying. She went into the living room and sat on the sofa. She placed the baby on her lap, unhooked her blouse, pulled her left breast out of her bra and placed her nipple in the baby’s mouth. Baby started sucking her nipple and drinking her milk.
Keerthi walked into the living room. She saw Alfreda and asked, “Did the baby wake up?”
Alfreda nodded and whispered, “He’ll fall asleep again.”
Keerthi sat next to Alfreda and saw baby sucking Alfreda’s nipple with his eyes half closed. She looked at Alfreda and asked, “Does your milk taste sweet?”
Alfreda smiled and moved her saree away from her breast. She pulled her right breast out of her bra and asked, “Do you want to taste it?”
Keerthi’s face lit up with a wide smile. She bent over to Alfreda’s breast and sucked her nipple. Milk filled Keerthi’s mouth, and she swallowed it. Alfreda was happy to see Keerthi sucking her nipple and drinking her milk. It reminded her of the first time they had made love and tried the 69 position. Keerthi had sucked her penis and swallowed her cum. She slipped into a trance while breastfeeding and remembering the pleasant experience she’d had with Keerthi.
Alfreda snapped out of her trance at the alert sound of a new message. She looked down and realised the baby had fallen back to sleep. She took her phone from her handbag, checked the screen, and whispered, “Keerthi, my cab is here.”
Keerthi released Alfreda’s nipple from her mouth and said, “Your milk tastes so good.”
Alfreda smiled affectionately. “You can drink whenever you want,” she said and carefully stood up, holding the baby. She went to a cradle and kept the baby in the cradle.
Alfreda took her handbag and headed to the front door. She slipped her feet into her sandals and said, ‘Bye’ to Keerthi. Stepping outside, she found her cab already waiting on the side of the street. She got into the back seat and provided the driver with her OTP.
As the cab began to move, she messaged Andrea: ‘Hi Andrea, I’ve just started. On my way to your place now.’
She received a message from Andrea: ‘Hey, Alfreda! Do you have the key?’
Alfreda messaged: ‘Yes.’
Andrea replied: ‘Have fun! Remember, a kiss makes your day, but anal sex makes your hole weak.’
Alfreda laughed and messaged: ‘LOL! Party pooper! Remember, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’
Andrea replied, ‘LOL! Stay strong! Have fun!’
Alfreda messaged, ‘You too 😉 Talk to you later!’
Alfreda smiled, thinking fondly of her cousin, Andrea. She’d always wished she looked as beautiful as Andrea, unaware that she was too insecure to admit she resembled Andrea, despite being taller and curvier. She sighed in disappointment and put her phone in her handbag. She glanced out the window, spotted the familiar landmarks and realised that the apartment complex was only five minutes away.
The cab pulled up in front of the apartments. Alfreda got out of the cab and headed along the walkway to the familiar block. After taking the lift to Andrea’s floor, she stepped out into the corridor, which was brightly lit with natural light from a large window at the far end. She took a key bunch from her handbag as she approached Andrea’s flat. She unlocked the door and felt as though she’d been away from the flat for a long time, even though she’d only been away for a month. As she entered the flat, the familiar smell of ladies’ perfumes overwhelmed her senses. She shook her head with a smile and went to her bedroom. She saw some of her dresses on the bed and assumed Andrea must have kept them there, as they swapped dresses often. She quickly tidied the bed and put the dresses in the wardrobe. Finally, she paused at the mirror to adjust her saree.
The doorbell rang, and she felt her heart skip a beat with excitement. She hurried to the front door and looked through the peephole. Seeing Abhishek, she opened the door with a wide smile. “Hello handsome!” she said.
“Mmm…sweetie…” Abhishek said and took a step closer.
Alfreda tried to give him way to enter, but Abhishek swiftly grabbed her in his arms. “I missed you so much,” he whispered, pressing his lips against hers. His tongue slid inside her mouth, and his lips covered her lips.
Alfreda was captivated by the sudden heartwarming expression of affection. She didn’t want to end the kiss, but she pushed herself to gently pull back and say, “Abhi, let’s go inside. The neighbours will notice us.”
“Ok”, Abhishek said and entered the house.