I'm happy to post my first story in my favorite category, Exhibitionism.
I've been waiting for this part of my life. Hopefully, more stories will come in this category.
I've always had this urge to show skin. Earlier, when living in cities, I used to wear shorts, miniskirts, short jumpsuits, rompers, strapless tops, halter tops, crop tops etc. They were very usual in those places. People used to show a lot of skin.
There were girls who used to dress up very conservatively as well.
But I chose to show my skin.
I used to enjoy those showing offs. Even from the school days, I tried to wear clothes which were acceptable in the society, but at the lowest level of decency.
Whenever I used to go out with friends, I would always be one of those people who wore the least amount of clothes. As usual I used to get a lot of looks from both men and women.
When I came to live in this village, a cover involuntarily fell on such thoughts. I've never risked showing my skin here.
I knew it was bad in these villages. It gave a bad impression about the girl.
Those village people never think that 'This girl is liberated. She decided to wear whatever she wants. It's so cool.' Instead they think 'this girl is showing so much skin. She is walking to turn men on. It doesn't seem like she is a good person from a reputed family.'
And because of that she never gets good marriage proposals. Just because she wears revealing clothes. It even affects the family and its reputation in that society.
So women never choose to show their body.
Even if it's a skirt that shows some skin below the knee, or a sleeveless top, or a t-shirt (obviously without a shawl) or a saree that shows the belly and navel.
It's all bad here.
If you wear them, your future is dead.
But after that night where I stood naked outdoors at 3 am, something possessed on my body.
I started feeling like I want to show more skin.
My parents are not here and I'll be flying to North India or Europe after this college studies. And I'm never gonna come back to this village. I don't give a fuck what those silly villagers think. This thought of exhibiting my body was getting intense as the days progressed.
One day I asked my boyfriend: "Wasim, can I ask you something?"
He replied: " Yea sure Roshni.."
Whenever people start with this line, others listen very carefully. He knew that I was asking something serious.
"Do you mind if I wear some clothes which are not very conservative?
"Mmm.. I guess not. But what types of clothes do you have in mind, specifically? I can't let you wear bikini and roam around"
"Chii.. who roams around wearing a bikini here in your village where people even haven't seen a navel with their naked eyes except the item dance numbers in Bollywood movies?"
What I said was true. I haven't seen a single lady wearing sleeveless dress here. And it has been more than a year since I've started living here. I haven't seen another woman's navel as well.
"What types of clothes do you mean?" He asked curiously.
"You know, jeans and top, sleeveless churidars... like that"
"Come on yaar.. who cares if you wear a sleeveless churidars and jeans?"
"I know. but still I must make sure, right. Also what will the villagers think when I wear such clothes?"
I asked him just to know what he thinks about it.
"You're from city, right. So, people can take that you are habituated with wearing such clothes. And wear them with complete confidence and be comfortable in it." He supported me.
"Also, you're my girl. I want to know who's gonna stop you from that." He finished.
I felt so happy hearing those words.
If he agrees, I can wear them to wherever I want to. I gave him a kiss for that.
On most of the weekends Wasim and I used to go out. I easily convinced my grandparents saying that I have a special class, seminar or even some group discussions happening in college!! They were too uneducated to understand that. Also, they had a belief that I'll never lie.
While going for movies or just for roaming around, I would smuggle some clothes in my bag while wearing my usual college uniforms when leaving home and change the clothes in some hotel washroom or something.
I started wearing sleeveless churidars and t-shirt while going out.
Once we went for a movie in a theatre which was 10 kilometers away from my home and I wore a t-shirt for it.
Most often we used to select Theatres which were less crowded and always some corner seats. Our hands will be roaming on each other's bodies and some long kisses also happened in theatres. I remember once we kissed for almost one hour continuously which involved lot of kissing and biting on the faces. My face and neck were full of his saliva when we stepped out of the theatre.
We went for the same movie 3 times just because the theater was almost empty!
One day after the outing with Wasim while I was coming home, my grandma asked me why the bag looks so full. I was carrying a churidar that day. I lied that there are some library books in it. She believed it.
But I decided to change my choice of clothes because churidars and jeans pants were so big that they made the bag look so full. I decided to do some shopping for more smaller clothes. (or was I just looking for a good reason for wearing something skimpier?!)
I told Wasim about this. He couldn't take the risk of losing me because of the large volume of clothes I was wearing. So he had to agree.
"But we won't get my looked-for clothes here in this village." I said.
"We can go to Kochi" he said.
Kochi is the biggest city in Kerala and it's a growing cosmopolitan city. All kinds of people come there. Girls there wear modern clothes and you get pretty much all kinds of clothes there. We planned our next weekend trip to Kochi.
I packed a t-shirt and jeans for the trip. I knew it was the last time I had to be careful about smuggling clothes. Next time onwards nobody is even going know that I'm carrying any clothes in my bag.
That day I left early from home. The city is far away from my home. I changed into my t-shirt and jeans on the way in a hotel washroom. It almost took around 2 hours to reach there.
Once we reached there, we went straight to a big shopping mall there. We found a shop there which sells all kinds of women's wear.
I started with tops. First priority for selecting any piece of clothing was that: if I make it like a ball, it should fit in my one hand. But most of the t-shirts the salesman showed were bigger balls. Maybe he thought that I wanted the similar type of t-shirt I was wearing.
"It can be smaller." I made it clear for him.
"Is sleeveless ok for you?" He asked.
"Totally." I said.
He then went to another section of clothes where all the sleeveless tops were kept. He showed some clothes there. They were not t-shirts. They were tank tops, which I loved to wear.
I looked at Wasim, showing him a piece of clothing, which was white in color and just covered my ass.
"Is it ok?" I asked him.
"Try it." He said.
I went inside the changing room, removed my t-shirt and wore the white tank top.
It was literally hugging my body.