One of the top beautiful transwomans in Hyderabad city
I want to share this wonderful story of a person who deserves eulogize….. This story has never been shared with anyone. For the first time I am putting my pen onto the paper after years just for that person to share this story with everyone out there. I wish I can shout aloud and say this story to every single person in this world.
Let me apprise you the story of an aspiring fashion designer (NIFT, Hyderabad) & actress, who wants to touch the sky with her success in her career. On a recent evening, I met the woman in question, the beautiful Mona Naidu. She is 5-foot-8, has long, wavy hair, porcelain skin and big beautiful eyes. She sat upright in her stool, long bare legs draped on top of each other exposing upper reaches of thigh under a gray cloth miniskirt.
Now in twenties and an aspiring actress, she grew up as a boy in town of Andhra Pradesh. Her father is a government employee. Her mother is a professional beautician. Mona always knew she was different. She used to stare at the hideous beast between her legs and wish it gone. She hardly ever touched it; never once out of pleasure.
Professionally, she’s branching out into fashion designing and acting: She is working in a south Indian movie with the best Indian director (she doesn’t want to speak about the name). In part, she says she has this fair city to thank.
Now she exercises four times a week, drinks an insane amount of water, washes her hair only twice a week, avoids the sun like the plague, always wears heels and plucks her eyebrows twice weekly. But she says men seem most attracted to her inner self-confidence.
Dating can be risky. She’s heard the horror stories. Mona always tells guys on the first date. “I was not born a woman,” is the line she’s settled on. She’s noticed a funny thing since making her transformation. Because of her looks—she calls herself a “top-shelf” transsexual—she gets hit on by all sorts, not just tranny-chasers. She has a type—she likes confident, sexy, creative guys. But she’s found that these men are frequently unable to live up to the swaggering open-mindedness they claim to possess.
“If I have a connection with someone, I’d like to think that they’d be able to respect that connection enough and respect themselves enough to not care about my past—that they would want to see what happens between us,” she said. “But I have had plenty of instances where guys don’t even give it a chance, or maybe they do give it a bit of a chance, and then they sort of drop off the face of the earth because it freaks them out.”
This is just a glimpse of herself from my point of view; very soon I will come back with a story of her own version from her inner shadows. I feel privileged to meet her and share her feelings which I aimed to put the best from what I understood from my conversations with Mona.
Let me apprise you the story of an aspiring fashion designer (NIFT, Hyderabad) & actress, who wants to touch the sky with her success in her career. On a recent evening, I met the woman in question, the beautiful Mona Naidu. She is 5-foot-8, has long, wavy hair, porcelain skin and big beautiful eyes. She sat upright in her stool, long bare legs draped on top of each other exposing upper reaches of thigh under a gray cloth miniskirt.
Now in twenties and an aspiring actress, she grew up as a boy in town of Andhra Pradesh. Her father is a government employee. Her mother is a professional beautician. Mona always knew she was different. She used to stare at the hideous beast between her legs and wish it gone. She hardly ever touched it; never once out of pleasure.
Professionally, she’s branching out into fashion designing and acting: She is working in a south Indian movie with the best Indian director (she doesn’t want to speak about the name). In part, she says she has this fair city to thank.
Now she exercises four times a week, drinks an insane amount of water, washes her hair only twice a week, avoids the sun like the plague, always wears heels and plucks her eyebrows twice weekly. But she says men seem most attracted to her inner self-confidence.
Dating can be risky. She’s heard the horror stories. Mona always tells guys on the first date. “I was not born a woman,” is the line she’s settled on. She’s noticed a funny thing since making her transformation. Because of her looks—she calls herself a “top-shelf” transsexual—she gets hit on by all sorts, not just tranny-chasers. She has a type—she likes confident, sexy, creative guys. But she’s found that these men are frequently unable to live up to the swaggering open-mindedness they claim to possess.
“If I have a connection with someone, I’d like to think that they’d be able to respect that connection enough and respect themselves enough to not care about my past—that they would want to see what happens between us,” she said. “But I have had plenty of instances where guys don’t even give it a chance, or maybe they do give it a bit of a chance, and then they sort of drop off the face of the earth because it freaks them out.”
This is just a glimpse of herself from my point of view; very soon I will come back with a story of her own version from her inner shadows. I feel privileged to meet her and share her feelings which I aimed to put the best from what I understood from my conversations with Mona.
3 comments:
Hi i am yash from uttar pradesh.
my email id is yashchauhanbsp@yahoo.com.
i just read the story.
hats off to mona naidu for being so confident and bold to take such a big decision.
may god bless her and may she come out with flying colours.
i wish her good luck.
thanks :-)
ya i met her once
She's a thief, trapper ... Now surviving as varonica or mona SHREEHARI , robbed 40L and ruined my career
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