Princess of the Hostel - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The air was thick with the silence of the late evening as Raj stood at the threshold of the girls' hostel, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Every step felt like a gamble, but the allure was too strong to resist. He had overheard Kavya, a first-year student, mentioning she had left some notes in her room. Offering to "help," he had taken the notes from her and made his way inside under the pretense of delivering them.
But his real motive was far from innocent.
As he slipped past the warden's office and climbed the stairs to the first floor, his senses were overwhelmed by the faint floral perfumes wafting through the corridors. The walls were adorned with girlish posters-Bollywood heartthrobs, motivational quotes in glittery fonts, and colorful fairy lights strung up along the doorframes.
He stopped in front of Kavya's room, his palms sweaty. The door was slightly ajar, inviting him inside.
The Act
The moment Raj stepped into the room, he was struck by the explosion of femininity that enveloped the space. The bed was draped with a pink floral bedsheet, strewn with scattered textbooks, makeup kits, and a lacy black bra lying carelessly near a pile of matching panties. The wardrobe door was ajar, revealing an array of vibrant salwar suits, kurtis, and a particularly alluring lehenga choli with intricate gold embroidery.
His gaze lingered on the lehenga. It was beautiful, a masterpiece of shimmering fabric and delicate designs. The skirt's flare was adorned with tiny mirror work that caught the dim light, reflecting it like stars in the night sky. Beside it hung a sheer dupatta, its edges lined with gold tassels.
Raj's curiosity and excitement overcame his fear. He closed the door quietly behind him and moved toward the wardrobe. His fingers trembled as he ran them over the soft fabric. "Just for a moment," he whispered to himself.
He quickly stripped off his shirt and jeans & undergarments, leaving him standing naked in Kavya's room. His hands hesitated over a neatly folded set of lingerie-a silky white bra with floral lace patterns and a matching panty. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of guilt and forbidden excitement. "I shouldn't..." he muttered but found himself picking them up anyway.
As he struggled to clasp the bra around his chest, his reflection in the mirror caught his eye. His masculine frame looked oddly delicate, almost beautiful, as the straps hugged his shoulders. Slipping into the panties, he felt the cool silk brush against his skin, making his heart race.
Next came the lehenga. He carefully stepped into the skirt, pulling it up and tying the strings tightly around his waist. The choli fit snugly, accentuating his frame while the dupatta draped over his shoulders completed the look.
Raj stood before the mirror, unable to tear his eyes away. His transformation was surreal. He twirled slightly, the lehenga's flare swishing gracefully around him. He picked up a set of bangles lying on the desk and slid them onto his wrists, their jingling adding to the fantasy.
"Look at me..." he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I could pass for a girl."
The Trap
Lost in his euphoria, Raj didn't hear the footsteps approaching the room. The door creaked open, and a burst of giggles jolted him out of his trance. He spun around, his face flushing red as a group of girls stood at the doorway.
Kavya was at the front, her arms crossed and a mischievous smirk spreading across her lips. "Well, well, well," she drawled, stepping into the room. "What do we have here? A new girl auditioning for the hostel beauty pageant?"
Raj stammered, his voice cracking. "I-I can explain... I was just-"
"-just what?" interrupted Kavya, her eyes narrowing as a sly smirk spread across her face. She stepped closer, her tone dripping with mockery. "Trying on my clothes? My lingerie? Let me guess, my silky white bra with floral lace patterns and a matching panty? The ones I wore last week? Did you enjoy prancing around in them, imagining you were me?"
The room erupted in laughter, the girls doubling over at the sheer audacity of the situation. Kavya tilted her head, feigning curiosity as she continued, "Tell me, did you stuff the cups to make yourself look pretty? Or maybe you just stood in front of the mirror, spinning and twirling, wishing you had my body to fill it out properly?"
Raj's face turned a deep shade of crimson as Kavya's words dug deeper. He stammered, desperate to defend himself, but the sharp giggles and mocking stares silenced him.
Kavya wasn't done. She folded her arms, tapping her fingers on her elbow as if she was contemplating. "You know," she said, her voice sugary sweet, "it's one thing to sneak into a girls' hostel, but stealing my most intimate clothes? My panties? My bras? That's a whole new level of disgusting. You must have some kind of sick, twisted obsession."
One of the other girls chimed in, fanning the fire. "Bet he paraded around pretending to be you, Kavya. He probably even whispered your name while strutting in those panties!"
The laughter grew louder as Kavya leaned in close, her lips just inches from Raj's ear. "Tell me, Rani," she purred, her voice dropping to a low, taunting whisper. "Did you feel like a little princess in my lingerie? Or were you hoping to be caught, desperate for me to punish you like this?"
The room was electric with their taunts, Raj trembling under the weight of their humiliating words. Every comment felt like a dagger, driving home how powerless he was under Kavya's dominance.
The girls erupted into laughter, their voices echoing through the small room. Kavya walked closer, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. "You've got good taste, I'll give you that," she said, flicking the dupatta off his shoulder. "But who gave you permission to touch my things?"
"I-I didn't mean to... Please, don't tell anyone!" Raj begged, his hands clasped in desperation.
Kavya raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming. "Oh, we won't tell anyone... yet. But you're not getting off that easily." She turned to the other girls. "What do you say, ladies? Should we teach 'Rani' here a lesson?"
"Definitely," chimed in one of them, picking up a pair of glittery stilettos from the corner. "Let's see if our little princess knows how to walk in heels."
Another girl giggled, pulling out a bright red lipstick from her bag. "And no princess is complete without makeup."
Raj's protests were drowned out by their laughter as they closed the door behind them. "You wanted to be one of us, didn't you?" Kavya teased, holding up a shimmering anklet. "Well, Rani, welcome to the girls' hostel. Let's make you feel right at home."
Raj's heart sank as the girls surrounded him, their playful yet predatory smiles promising a night he would never forget.