New in New Delhi Ch. 01

It was a Sunday morning and Anok was still in bed. His first week, at his first job ever, had just concluded the night before and he was in no mood for house hunting. He checked his phone and found a few missed calls from Ankita, the chirpy girl he befriended at office.

Ankita had been working at the firm for a few years now. She had promised Anok to help him find a place to settle down as he had been staying in a hotel room ever since he moved to New Delhi from Cochin.

Anok hailed from a suburb of Cochin in the South Indian state of Kerala. He had completed his diploma from a university in Tamil Nadu. When he was offered a job during placements, he took it despite the location being far from home, in the capital city of New Delhi.

He knew that his migration would be difficult considering his limited knowledge of Hindi, the language spoken in Northern India. But a part of him liked the idea of starting over in a strange city.

Anok was quite an introvert. He was thin but tall. Naturally hairless, his caramel coloured skin always had a nice glow. Anok had a narrow waste and a long neck. Though his chest was on the flatter side, he had a nice firm buttocks. However, the thick raven coloured hair was his most attractive feature. He had done a neat pixie cut and the layers of hair often cascaded on to his thin eyebrows. His brown eyes were deep and he always had a well groomed face, always clean shaven.

To sum it up when Anok walked into a room bearing that signature shy smile of his, the vibe was never exactly masculine despite his dull men's formal attire.

Anok returned the missed call from Ankita. "Still in bed sleepyhead?" the sweet voice asked. After faking a chuckle and talking for a bit, he cut the call, thanking Ankita for her help. She soon shared the number of Rajeet, her friend who had a free room in his house.

Anok soon went for a shower. He could see water trickling down his smooth skin on the large mirror in the hotel bathroom. He bit his lip as he looked into the mirror. He crossed his legs as his mind wandered into the fantasy that he always cherished, presenting that beautiful body of his to a rough, masculine man. Anok was a closeted crossdresser and as soon as he got out of that shower, he slipped on a pair of panties that he stole from his ex-girlfriend. (Ah, yes he had a girlfriend, but that's a tale for another time) He put on some lipstick and crawled under the bedsheet. Images of well hung men inundated his thoughts. He soon touched himself to climax.

He might have slept off after the nice orgasm he had and he was woken up by his phone's ringtone. He answered the call from the unknown caller. "Hi, this is Rajeet, Ankita shared your number," said the tough deep voice on the other end. He was calling to see if Anok wanted to see the place as he was home and free. He agreed instantly and booked a cab to the address Rajeet shared. He then cleaned up his little clitty which was covered in his now dried up juice. He took off the panty and put on the disguise, a pair of jeans and a V-neck t-shirt.

The cab drove into a peaceful neighborhood with trees and even a few birds. House owners here have built apartments above their houses and were renting them out.

Rajeet was staying in a two bedroom apartment on the top most floor. The second bedroom was occupied by Rizwan, his friend. Rajeet was offering Anok a small room which was being used as a store room till then. He was, however, only asking for a bare minimum rent.

Anok decided to move in considering the peaceful locality and the cheap rent. It was ideal for someone who was new to the city and was still on probation at work.

Rajeet was almost six feet tall. He was not muscular but was in good shape. He had a body matching his height and Anok had to look up when he talked to him. If he was slightly feminine before, next to Rajeet that was almost obvious. Rajeet and Anok barely met each other over the next week. He used to go to work early and come back late.

Although it had been nearly a week since Anok started staying with Rajeet, he was yet to meet Rizwan, the third roommate. Apparently he had to travel a lot as part of work and was on a business trip.

Anok was enjoying the living situation except for the lack of privacy. Although there was a door to the room, it had a large gap on top. Rajeet had said that i was for ensuring proper air flow as the room was quite small. However, the door was not that big and for a tall guy like Rajeet, it was easy to just peek through the gap and see what was going on inside Anok's room.

Considering the lack of privacy, Anok restrained himself from indulging in his lustful fantasies. Soon, it was weekend again. Anok had had dinner when he heard the noise of Rajeet entering the house. There was someone with him, it was a woman.

Anok pretended like he was sleeping. However, curiosity got the best of him. Without making noise he looked through the gap above the door. She knew the girl. It was Ankita.

It was evident from what Anok saw that they were casually hooking up. It was almost like she was in heat. Within no time Rajeet got her naked and pushed her on to her knees. Anok watched in excitement as he opened his Jean's zipper. It was huge. He almost emitted a gasp, seeing the size of it. Well, that explained the over enthusiasm of Ankita, he thought. She swallowed it with hunger and Rajeet was showing no mercy as he face fucked her.

Anok watched them copulate for nearly an hour. During most of his session, however the focus was on the hot body of Rajeet. He was covered in sweat.

Drops of sweat trickled down his forehead and on to his chest. He had a majestic triangle of hair in the centre of his torso and it was drenched in sweat but he was pumping hard into Ankita holding on to her hair for support.

Anok continued to watch until Rajeet finished dumping a big load into her mouth which she gulped down. Even when he realised that his colleague, Ankita was a total slut, the emotion that overcame Anok was not surprise but envy. He wished it was him who got to drink that heavy milk shake that Rajeet just spurted out.

As Anok laid on his bed and continued his pretence of sleeping, he heard both of them return from the bathroom after a bath. They were having a drink, and Anok listened carefully to the conversation which ensued:

Ankita (AK): That was one of the best sex I've had in a long time!

Rajeet(RJ): You're welcome hon...it was my pleasure..haha

AK: So, hows our boy Anok doing...isnt he here...

RJ: Yeah he's fine actually.... but he's kinda girly don't you think...

AK: Haha...Duh.... the bitch hot a body hotter than me... Are you going to tap that...

RJ: Lets see... I don't want to scare him off...

AK: Oh come on...if he's even slightly into men how can he resist you...but I think he had a girlfriend in the past

RJ: So what! If I succeed, he would give even her to me after I am done with him. But he always wear really manly clothes, you know...formals! That's such a turn off.

AK: Anyway all the best... if you manage to score that one, then you owe me okay?

RJ: Definitely Ankita. He's got a hot body so your selection is fantastic. Tonight was the payment for that. If I score him, then we could one day fuck him together.

With that they clicked the glasses together and said their good byes. Ankita soon left in her car and Rajeet went to sleep.

Anok, however, was swirling in his bed, struggling to comprehend what he just heard.

"Damn, what should I do. Should I just give myself to him. Well, that will mean that my secret cross-dressing life would soon become public. What if he keeps it between us... Oh, I'm so confused. But only an idiot would miss out on an opportunity to be with Rajeet...," Anok kept on pondering.

Finally, he decided. It was time to come out of the closet, at least to Rajeet.

That morning he put on the sexiest pair of denim shorts he had. It hugged onto his ass. He didn't wear anything else. He had made sure that his legs were completely smooth. Right about the time Rajeet was waking up, he went to the kitchen and started making tea in that attire.

As Rajeet entered the kitchen, his eyes almost popped out as he saw the silky caramel coloured curvy back of Anok. He was doodling on the floor with the toes of his right leg. That tight denim shorts barely covered his ass. Rajeet bit his lip looking at Anok. His mouth got filled with water as if he was seeing a delicious buffet.

As he catwalked across the kitchen, carrying the cup of tea Rajeet watched Anok with lust and in return he gifted him a coy smile. He took the tea from Anok's hand and as soon as he turned around, gave a tight slap on his ass.

Anok turned around and leaned in for a kiss. Rajeet grabbed him by the neck and when he was millimetres away from his lips he said. "Go wear something appropriate for a whore bitch! Your days masquerading as a male ends today!"

With that he pushed him and Anok fell on the floor. Anxiousness and excitement overcame Anok as a lifetime of servitude as Rajeet's personal bitch stared down at him.

Without wasting much time, he went to his room. He combed his hair properly. He covered his lips with ruby red gloss. Slid on a pair of pink bra and panty. A red micro mini and a pink tank top finished the look.

He slowly walked into the living room. And there was Rajeet, setting up a few cameras.

"Now, before you admit on camera that you're a Sissy and you belong to me, we need to give you a name. Don't worry, the video will be safe with me as long as you obey. You can even continue your public life as a male as long as you like. Just consider this as you turning over your control to me. If we are in agreement then read the script to the camera. If not you can pack up and be on your way," Rajeet said.

Anok stared at the paper that had his new name. Without much delay, he sat down in front of the cameras.

He read out the script:

I am Anokhitha.

I am a sissy.

I belong to my master, Rajeet Chandra.

(To be continued)