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.
The armholes were cut 2 inches below my armpit. The armpit fat was visible from the sides. It was so tight across my stomach that I could make out the shape of my navel through it. The material was thin cotton such that anyone could easily figure out the shape of the bra I was wearing underneath.
I looked super-hot in it. It had been a while since I wore something like that. I really wanted that top.
I came outside the changing room wearing it. Wasim was waiting outside.
"Roshni! You can't wear it here in public. It almost looks like an inner wear." He exclaimed the moment I stepped out.
"No! It doesn't. It's just perfect, you see. First of all, it fits in my hand if I make it like a ball. So, I can easily smuggle it from my home. Also, it's actually not showing anything which was not seen while I used to wear other clothes. See, I wear sleeveless tops, right? This is also sleeveless. And it's showing nothing else. It's covering my ass too." I tried my best to sell it to him.
"But the material is so thin and hugging your body. See, anybody can make out the shape of your navel. Your bra edges are visible. And finally, it really exaggerates the shape of your breasts." He finished.
'Exactly' I thought.
"But I'll wear a shawl with it, if you want." I said.
Shawl is supposed to cover the breasts when you wear tops which highlights the shape of the breasts.
"But it's showing off too much, honey" he was confused.
"You think so because you haven't seen clothes which actually shows off. This is not one of them." I said.
That must have hurt his ego. I was sure he felt smaller in front of me. He didn't express it, though.
"OK... But buy a cardigan also with it. Also promise that you'll always wear shawl or cardigan with this top. Always!" he agreed.
"Yeaayyy..! Sure!!" I said and hugged him.
I bought a black cardigan with it. It was also very thin material. But at least it covered my hand and shoulders.
But while thinking from now, He was right. The top was a very big step in my way of dressing.
I chose two more tank tops, one black and one yellow. Same material. One white cardigan and a red cardigan.
Next I moved on to buy bottoms. I was looking for only leggings. It was easy for me.
I bought the tightest leggings in various colors. Grey, black, white and red. They ended somewhere between my knee and ankle.
I tried one. It was like a second skin on my body. Anyone who looks at my calf, thighs and ass can easily notice the shape of them. Wasim was not ok with that one too.
"I'll be wearing a shawl, right. So I'll wear it in such a way that it covers my ass too. If I'm wearing a cardigan, it will reach till my knees at the back. So, it'll cover the ass too." I told him.
Somehow, he agreed. But I was wondering how to wear this shawl in such a way that it covers both my boobs and ass. I'll be showing one part while hiding the other. I must figure that out. Or... maybe not.
I wanted to buy some nightwear as well. Summer was coming. I can't wear those nighties, which are thick dresses which reaches all the way to the ground.
I wanted more comfortable clothes.
I bought a very transparent satin dress. Red in color. If I was not wearing a bra, the areolas will be visible through the top. That transparent. That see through.
It came 6 inches above the knee. I tried wearing that in the dressing room. It felt so great. So thin! So light weight!
I can't wait to wear that and roam around at home at night.
I didn't show it to Wasim. I didn't want permission from him for that. I was planning to wear them while sleeping.
Since my grandparents are very old, at night, they can't see a thing. They can't recognize what I am wearing.
