I was confused what to say but finally chose to answer straight. I told her that I was having an affair with the village strongman Ranbir and in fact ... was his keep and I was here to satisfy him. He could be here any minute now. While I was telling this a strange expression came to Shilpa’s face. She was playing with the mangalsutra in her neck and fidgeting as if she wanted to tell me something. I touched her hand and said, “Shilpa we are closer friends, we are closer than sisters so don’t. "I want you to use this every day before you do your makeup. Okay?It'll help cover that faint beard shadow you have."She showed me how to use it, then proceeded to show me how to applymakeup, making me do it myself several times before she gave the okay.By the time I was "done," as Nancy put it, I had to admit that I didnot look like a boy in a skirt, but rather, a modestly attractive girl!My self esteem had taken a beating when I first saw myself dressed upas a girl, but when I looked in the. I avoided him by running into the bathroom, with Michael in pursuit. The small bathroom meant I was trapped. I didn’t mind, because Michael was also trapped. If only I could close the door, then he was mine. In our game, I thought I was the stronger one in this tight setting, but Michael was a tough opponent.He said, pretending to be in a panic, “I hope I haven’t dropped my keys into the toilet!” That was well played, I had to admit. The thought of my chastity key flushed down the toilet gave. Suddenly we heard our door banging. When we came downstairs we saw a girl in a Burqa aged about 18 years begging for help. My parents immediately brought her in and bolted the door.She told us that her name was Farheen. She lived in the slum where her parents got killed. My parents consoled her and thereafter she started to stay with us. She became a part of our family. There were only the four of us, including Farheen. Now let me describe Farheen. She is a beauty with a close resemblance to.