Altered life of Sanju

Sanju was summoned to talk to the Dean of Admissions at the Walker Academy of Nursing. After earning a 2 year degree in Business Administration at a junior college, he had entered a competition for a 2 year scholarship in nursing at Walker with a goal towards Nursing Administration, and was eagerly waiting for the results. He had learned that Walker is a very well accredited school, associated with a large medical facility, and the scholarship included tuition, books, plus room and board. He knew he would ultimately need a 4 year degree, but if he could get the first 2 years paid for, he would be well on the way, he thought with his BA degree as a good foundation.

A gentle boy, Sanju was small in stature for his age but very scholastic. Perhaps this influenced him to pursue the career in nursing administration since this required more brain than brawn and seemed to be potentially very lucrative.

Always a good student, he had studied hard in preparation for the scholarship exam and now he was hoping to hear good news.

As Sanju entered, he noticed the building smelled of academia…the musty odor of old wood mixed with the cleaning solvents or whatever it was, but so typical of school buildings. The well worn wooden floors creaked as he walked, breaking the silence. Certainly unlike the tiled cement floors of modern public institutions, he thought. This was an old yet well accredited, nursing facility. Sanju knew it would help his career to have training from this school on his resume’.

Locating the office of Miss Radhika Biswas, the Dean of Admissions, he slowly entered. Even the door creaked in protest of its age. Introducing himself and his purpose to the secretary who then passed the information into a telephone, he was directed to enter the Dean’s office. He was greeted by a distinguished looking, middle-aged woman sitting at a large oak desk, attending to stacks of paperwork.

“Sanju Pundit?” she said, looking up from her work.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied.

“You’re a man!” she said surprised.

“I think so, ma’am,” trying not to mock yet replying to the obvious.

“That’s not indicated on your application for admission.”

“They didn’t ask gender, ma’am.”

“Hmm, I guess not, but from your name, they assumed you were female Sanju. Anyway, I called you here to inform you that you’ve won the scholarship for our 2 year program. Congratulations. But, I now see we have a problem. Walker is a girl’s school with obviously a girl’s only dormitory making it impossible for you to attend. We’ve never had a male student. Yes…we do have a real problem.”

“Miss Biswas, I competed fairly for the scholarship. There was no mention in the information and your application papers about any gender restrictions. I naturally assumed it was a co-ed college as many have gone that direction, even military academies. I must ask that either you allow me to attend classes or pay me the cash equivalent of the program so that I may go elsewhere. I put in a lot of hard work preparing for your test. I’m not going to give up easily.”

“Oh we can’t possibly settle for cash…that would set a very bad precedent. I agree it was careless not to screen for gender in our paperwork, but this problem has never happened before. Probably because of your rather androgynous name, we didn’t catch your application. And, now mistakenly, we assumed everyone applying for admission knows Walker is a girl’s school and not co-educational. Being a private college, we are not required to provide open enrollment. We don’t rely on public funding. Anyway, I understand your position, so let me discuss this with the Directors of the academy to see if something can be worked out Please return in 2 days. I’ll have an answer.”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you,” the young man said as he departed.

Miss Biswas studied Sanju as he stood up and walked away. At least, she thought, he certainly wouldn’t stand out much among the girls…he’s short, slight of stature, and might make an attractive girl with that long hair and those long eyelashes. ‘I’ll mention this to the Board.’ There may be a way to resolve this problem. She thought it strange that, in choosing this school, he assumed the school was co-ed. Why had he not investigated further? Walker is such an old school and well reputed.

The days passed rapidly, and at the appointed time, Sanju returned to Miss Biswas’s office.

“Good morning Mr. Pundit”

“Good morning Miss Biswas. I hope you have good news for me.”

“I think I do, Mr. Pundit. The Board has agreed to make an exception in your case because you tested so high in the entrance exam and your educational background is outstanding. They will allow you to attend our college with, of course, some restrictions.”

“Thank you Miss Biswas, I really appreciate your effort,” he said excitedly.

“You haven’t heard the requirements yet. As you must certainly be aware of by now, this is a nursing school; all students wear uniforms to class, and you will be required to do so, also. Of course, we will provide the proper uniforms. We have a rather strict dress code other than the uniforms which you will be required to follow. Here is a packet containing our rules and regulations which you will be required to adhere to, without exception. Any violations will give us cause to terminate your scholarship. So look everything over quite carefully. I know this may sound extreme, but it’s the best compromise I could get.”

“I’m sure I’ll have no problem with your rules and I agree to your terms,” Sanju said excitedly. He didn’t expect to get this far without a battle…he would have agreed to anything at this point, and he just did. He accepted the envelope and placed it under his arm.

Turning to leave, he said, “Thank you again, Miss Biswas.”

“One more thing,” she said. “About your living quarters, there is a room in the lower level of the building once used by a custodian when he resided on campus. We’ll have it fixed up for you. You’ll even have the luxury of a private bathroom. I think you’ll be quite comfortable. You can move in one week before classes start. Good luck, and by the way, please leave your clothing measurements for your uniforms with my secretary.”

“I will, and thanks again. Good bye.”

The secretary handed Sanju a form for the uniform order. He sat down and began to complete it. Height: 5’3″, Weight: 128 lb., Dress size?’

How would I know? Well, this is the form for girls…I’ll skip that,’ he thought. Waist: 27″, Shoe size: 6B ‘Maybe this will confuse them even more when they see this form and my measurements. Not exactly those of a football player. This is going to be very interesting.’

Sanju couldn’t wait to settle in to his new home for the next 2 years. At the earliest date, he arrived at the school, parked his old car near the nurse’s dorm and entered to locate and check out his quarters. It took some effort to find the refurbished room since there was no one to ask. He knew only that it was in the basement near the boiler room. But it was clean, well lighted, and freshly painted. It has a built-in bunk bed, a desk and a chair. Very monastic, he thought, but suitable and very isolated. On the desk was a large package, wrapped in brown paper with his name on it. Probably the uniforms, he thought. The bathroom, which was adjacent to his room, was clean and refurbished. Finding the rooms satisfactory, he began unloading his car and moved his few possessions into the new quarters. It was hardly a car load…mostly small items.

Nearing completion, He noticed a young lady approaching him which was unique because it was early and there were few students on the campus yet. And she was a very attractive girl, about Sanju’s height, long brown hair, green eyes, slender body; well developed…Sanju was immediately impressed.

“Hi,” she greeted him with a warm smile. “I’m Priyanka Neelam. Not many people here today.”

“Hi Priyanka, I’m Sanju Pundit.”

“Are you helping someone move in, Sanju?”

“Actually no, I’m moving myself in.”

“You’re a student here?” she asked surprisingly.

“Yes, it’s a long story,” Sanju replied in anticipation of the many such explanations forthcoming.

“Let me give you hand,” she said grabbing a briefcase as the last thing in his car and following him.

“Okay, thanks.”

They wound their way down one flight of stairs and through the dimly lit corridor to his room. The door had been left open exposing the mess Sanju had created when he piled everything on the bed to be sorted later.

“Wow,” Priyanka said, “nice room. You’ll have a lot of privacy. I have to share with a roommate. So, when did this school go co-ed?”

“It hasn’t gone co-ed. Well, not exactly. I applied for and won a scholarship to Walker. I assumed the school was co-ed like so many others, and they accepted my application assuming I was a girl.”

“I can see why. Sanju could be a girl’s name. I’ve had the same problem in reverse.”

“Blame our parents for that. Anyway, since I did win, and they caught the error, I gave them the choice of allowing me admission or paying me the equivalent value, which they refused to do, so we compromised and here I am.”

“Fun! You’re going to have a great time being the only guy with all us girls.”

“I hope you don’t resent me being here, but it’s an opportunity I can’t pass up…worth a lot of money.”

“Ha! My dad would agree with you on that. I don’t see why you’d be resented. These days, the blending of gender is happening all over. We’re here for an education…I don’t know why this school isn’t co-ed, anyway.”

“Let’s see what my uniforms look like,” Sanju said, opening the package. “They said I must wear a uniform too.”

Removing the outer wrapper, he opened the inner box and removed a layer of folded garments.

“What’s this? Dresses! I expected male nurse’s uniforms! Pants…shirts! They know I’m not a girl. There must some mistake, I can’t wear these!”

“Did you read the info they gave you about the uniforms and dress code? Did it make any exceptions for you?

“Well no, actually, I guess I forgot. I was too excited about being accepted. I just assumed it was the routine stuff but modified for a guy in my case. In fact, here’s the envelope. I never opened it. Let’s have a look.”

“Here’s the part about the uniforms,” Priyanka pointed out. “The uniform will consist of a white cotton dress, a light blue apron, white hose, and white flat heeled shoes, all but the hose to be provided by the school. They didn’t alter a thing for you.”

“And they told me no exceptions…..and I agreed,” Sanju said, dejectedly. “If I violate the rules, I lose the scholarship. That’s their out…they know what they’re doing. They want me to resist and I’m history!”

“Look at the rest of the dress code: ‘While on campus, no shorts or jeans are to be worn. Slacks are permissible. Proper attire is considered to be skirts or dresses. Sweat outfits, to be worn only in the athletic facility. While in the dining hall, proper attire is mandatory.’ Boy, are you going to have fun!”

“And I agreed to this! I obviously didn’t know what I was doing. This is worth a lot to me financially, so I’m committed. I’ve got to make the best of it. I can’t throw away two years of free education. Guess I’ll be wearing dresses for a while although I’ll feel foolish. I just hate to give in to the school’s management and let them win.”

“Well Sanju, if you want, I’ll help you. It’s going to be quite a new experience for you and I think you need a woman’s help.”

“Thanks, Priyanka. I really appreciate your offer and I do accept. Doesn’t it offend you that a guy is going to wear girl’s clothes and attend a girl’s school?”

“Not in the least, Sanju. Welcome to the woman’s world. You’ll be able to experience what it’s like to be a girl…maybe it’ll do you some good!”

“I hope the other girls are as understanding. I’m sure glad I met you!”

“When you get settled here, we’re going to have to do some shopping. You’ll need some things to add to your new wardrobe. Certainly for a start, you need some white stockings. You don’t have any do you?” Priyanka winked. She stepped back and studied Sanju’s petite features. He is blond, slender, and wears his hair long in a ponytail. His eyebrows are barely visible; his eyelashes are long and curved, very girlish.

“You know, you and I are about the same size, in fact, you may even be a bit smaller. That’s handy. Shopping for you should be easy since I already know about what sizes you take. Call me when you’re ready to go, room 202…and I suggest you read your rules and regulations to see what else you got yourself into,” Priyanka said, departing with a laugh leaving Sanju with mixed emotions. He was both embarrassed at his predicament yet determined not to let the school win by default. They had had now challenged Sanju and he accepted it.

Sanju met Priyanka at his car and they embarked on a shopping trip for some school clothes for Sanju unlike any shopping he had ever done. At a large mall, they entered a department store where Priyanka led them to the lingerie section. To Sanju, it looked like a sea of lace and femininity. Things he had usually walked past, but now had a vested interest in looking at. He was completely out of his element here. Alone, he would’ve felt extremely out of place, but with Priyanka’s guidance, he felt more comfortable, especially since there were few customers in the area.

“You need some white stockings for the uniform…I suggest these thigh-highs…unless you prefer pantyhose or garters.”

“No thanks…these will do fine”

“You may have a problem with them staying up, but you can try them,” Priyanka advised.

“The size is on the back of the package…seeing, your size is the same as mine.”

Priyanka selected some different colored hose also. Sanju wondered why, but decided not to ask.

“What about underpants? Do you wear those bulky jockey shorts?”

“Yes”

“They’re going to show under your new clothes and look odd.”

“So what do you suggest, boss?”

“I’d recommend cotton or nylon panties…they’re thin so they won’t show, and they’re easy to launder. And I think you’ll find them comfortable,” she said, holding up some examples.

“OK, whatever you say”

Priyanka picked out 7 pairs of nylon panties of assorted colors and varying degrees of lace trim.

“One for everyday of the week,” she pointed out with a wink.

“I don’t suppose I could talk you into wearing a bra, could I? With a little padding, it would give you some shape.” She was pushing.

“Don’t get carried away, Priyanka…I don’t need the shape,” Priyanka replied, although the idea was becoming interesting. To be considered another time.

“OK, OK, thought I’d try….maybe later,” she mumbled, “but I do think you really need some slips. That cotton uniform dress is going to be awfully scratchy against your skin.”

“I’ll take your word for that…go ahead with whatever you think.”

“You’re being so cooperative! I think you’re enjoying this?”

He was enjoying this, but he replied, “I have to enjoy this, it’s going to be my way of life for the next 2 years.”

Priyanka selected 2 full slips, and 2 half slips, all in white nylon.

Sanju began to be intrigued by the selection of the female undergarments for him. Caught up in this environment of lingerie with all the lace, garters, and feminine finery, and with the thought that he was committed to having to wear this stuff, he suddenly felt a certain excitement to try them on, something he’d never done before. What it would be like to dress as a girl, he wondered.

The purchases where paid for and they headed to the woman’s dresses section.

“Why are we here, Priyanka?” Sanju asked.

“You’re going to need some things to wear out of class, you know, like at meal time. Remember the dress code?”

“Oh yes, skirts and dresses. But watch my budget please. This is coming out of my savings.”

“We’ll set you up with a minimum outfit for now…then wait for some sales. I know this gets pretty expensive. You can borrow clothes from me also if you need.”

“Thank you dearer,” Sanju said mockingly. He was going to wear Priyanka’s clothes? Yeah, right…but then, what a novel idea!

“We’ll share our things, right?” he said.

“Why not, we’re the same size. It’s like an extended wardrobe. All the girls borrow from each other in a dormitory.”

“Well, I’ve never lived in a girl’s dorm before.” Sanju was starting to get aroused at the thought of being a part of this “woman’s world.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Priyanka said smiling. “You may even learn to like it.”

Priyanka selected two skirts of different lengths and styles, two blouses, two cardigan sweaters to go with the skirts, and one loose fitting dress.

“Can’t you pick things not so frilly and lacy?” Sanju asked.

“Don’t fight me, Sanju. I know what I’m doing.”

“You won’t be able to try this stuff on here, but I’m sure they’ll be OK. You’ll find the skirts are more convenient to wear, but once in a while you need a dress. This style will be the most flattering for you…the frilly front conceals your flatness, since you won’t wear a bra.”

“Not that again.”

“Thought I’d try…forget it.”

These items were purchased and they moved on.

“What’s next, boss?”

“I think you need some shoes. You can’t wear white shoes all the time, and your boy’s shoes will look dumb with a skirt.”

In the shoe department, Sanju tried some woman’s shoes when no one was looking.

“I can’t believe you also wear the same shoe size as I do,” Priyanka exclaimed. “This makes it even easier. I’ll model them and you tell me if you like them.”

“What do I care…I trust your judgment. You select want I need.”

“OK, I think this is the best compromise.”

Priyanka chose a pair of black pumps with a 2″ heel and a pair of flats. She modeled them for Sanju and he agreed they looked nice.

“You won’t have a problem walking in these, and they’re not too dressy but still stylish.”

“Are we done” Sanju was getting anxious to leave the store. He had mixed emotions about the whole endeavor. Both excitement and apprehension.

“I think so. These are the basics. The rest you can borrow from me.”

“The rest?”

“Accessories and stuff. You’ll see, in time.”

They stopped for a bite to eat at a food court and returned to the Walker School of Nursing.

Entering Sanju’s room, Priyanka said, “I think you should try on a uniform to see how it fits before classes begin so there are no problems.”

“Sounds like a reasonable idea. Do I need all the proper under things too?” Sanju was becoming eager to try his new purchases especially in the privacy of his room. If he was going to make a fool of himself, he wanted to be alone, or in this case, with a trusted friend.

“Of course. Might as well see if they fit also, and start to get used to them.”

“OK, wait here. I’ll be right back.” Sanju took the packages and went into the bathroom to change.”

He began to unwrap each item and laid them out in preparation.

“This is just like unwrapping Christmas presents,” he yelled out to Priyanka.

“Except, you paid for these,” she replied.

Sanju stripped naked and pulled on a pair of panties. They fit perfectly and felt comfortable while snugly caressing his genitals with the fine nylon material. Was it the thought of wearing girl’s panties that made them so comfy? Next, he placed a slip over his head and slid it down his body. It too felt strangely delightful, clinging to his svelte figure. And it looked very nice, admiring himself in the mirror on the inside of the door. ‘This is going to be okay,’ he thought. Sitting on the toilet, he carefully pulled on a pair of white stockings. They rolled up his naturally hairless legs easily. Luckily, Sanju had very little body hair and being blond, what he had was fuzz… ‘I could use to this,’ he felt. In fact, the thought of what he was doing combined with the tactile sensation of the delicate fabrics felt so arousing that he was getting an erection, which slightly showed under his form fitting slip. Then the moment of truth.

He lifted the white cotton dress over his head, arms through the sleeves, and pulled it down over the slip, smoothing it out and awkwardly buttoned the “reversed buttons” of the front upper part. Except for the empty bodice, it fit perfectly, as had everything else. He continually admired himself in the mirror with each item. Finally, came the blue bib apron which went over the dress and tied in the back, and the white, flat heeled nurse’s shoes. Luckily, the loose skirt and apron concealed his, by now, much ridged penis.

He removed the band from his ponytail and fluffed his hair to let it fall fully creating a feminine presentation.

“Here I come,” Sanju said as he stepped into the room where Priyanka was waiting. He was visibly nervous, never having done anything like this before and with a girl he had just met.

“Wow, Fantastic! Looks like a perfect fit. And you do make a very nice looking woman, Nurse Pundit. Now, maybe a little makeup?”

“Hey, wait a minute!” he said, offering a feeble protest, but afraid to suggest it himself.

“OK, thought I’d try. How’s the underwear? Fit OK?”

“Actually, they’re great,” Sanju said enthusiastically. He slowly walked around the room to feel the dress brush against his hose clad legs. A new and unusual feeling but delightful.

“I believe you like these things,” Priyanka observed. “Wait till you try on the other things, which, by the way, I think you should change into. We can eat in the dining room tonight. Remember the dress code. It’s time you start.”

“Will you pick out my outfit, then, please?”

Priyanka handed Sanju a long skirt and a matching blouse with a frilly front. Sanju, no longer shy, removed the apron and the white dress in front of Priyanka and put on the blouse and the skirt, again struggling with the buttons. He knew this would take some time to adjust to the reverse buttons of women’s garments. Again, he enjoyed the skirt; the freedom of movement, the way it brushed his legs. Priyanka handed him the black pumps which he placed on his feet.

“Great, but the white house doesn’t go with the outfit. Try the tan pair.”

‘So this is why she got the different colored stockings,’ Sanju thought. He not only had never worn women’s clothes before, but now he was dressing in the presence of a pretty girl he was attracted to! He was not only strangely enjoying this, but he was again fully aroused. Luckily, the full skirt hid his erection, or so he thought.

“I can see you enjoy wearing these clothes,” Priyanka said, noticing the bulge. “You’ll get used to it.”

Sanju started to blush and Priyanka, noticing, stood up and gave him a big hug.

“You’re wonderful, Priyanka…thanks for everything,” Sanju said softly to Priyanka and she kissed him gently on the lips. Sanju returned her kiss as she pressed her body tightly against Sanju’s hard organ. She was getting aroused too, so she backed away.

Sanju sat down on the bunk and changed his hose. Priyanka watched him roll the white pair down his legs, then bunch up the tan stockings and roll them up his hairless legs. Pulling the thigh-highs up to the top, he extended his legs, revealing their shapeliness. Sanju was not very muscular and, in fact, was potentially very feminine in appearance.

“Much better,” she said. “My goodness, you’ve got beautiful legs for a boy. And where did you learn to put on stockings like that? Have you ever worn hose before?”

“No, but I’ve seen my mother do it.”

“Yeah, and I’ll bet you always wanted to try. Now let me see you walk around in these shoes.”

Sanju put on the black 2″ pumps and paraded around the room as directed. The skirt bounced around his nylon covered legs and the feeling was ecstatic. The shoes and stockings enhanced his legs and ankles even further. Even without makeup, he was passable as a girl.

“You are a quick study. You’re having no problem walking in those heels. Wonder how you’ll do in higher heels….and, you see, the ruffles on that blouse cover the fact that you are flat chested, if I may be so bold. Eventually you may want to give some thought to a little padding there.”

“What, the bra, again.”

“Just a suggestion. Finishes the look, you know. And speaking of looks, maybe we should do something with your hair.”

“Wait a minute. Why must I look like a total woman? I’m a guy in a girl’s school. It will soon be no secret. So why the disguise? I’m merely conforming to the dress code. Isn’t that enough?”

“Sure, according to the dress code, you must wear woman’s clothes. They made no exception for you, and you are conforming to the rules. But, do you just want to look like a “man in a dress?” That would be both funny and offensive to the rest of us girls. Don’t you want to be accepted by your classmates as a guy in your position trying to fit in by reasonably trying to emulate a girl? You know, after all, this is a girl’s school, and you’re going to be here a long time, so why not give in and try to pass as a girl. We wouldn’t be so self conscious around you, and you might even learn to like it.”

“I suppose you’re right, and I actually think I am already.”

“I think you are too. But remember, to me you’re still a male.” Priyanka whispered in his ear and gave Sanju a long hot kiss.

“OK, then, what about my hair?”

“I think I can make it up into a somewhat feminine style. You wear it long anyway. I’ll give you something easy to maintain and yet able to be kept off your collar as rules dictate.”

Priyanka divided Sanju’s hair, pulling some forward over his forehead and using a pair of scissors which she had in her makeup kit she had brought in anticipation, trimmed his hair giving him bangs. The remainder, she pulled back into a ponytail tied with a ribbon.

“Now, for some makeup,” Priyanka persisted. “You do need some color.”

“I’m afraid to say no to you.” The moment he was waiting for but was afraid to ask.

Priyanka applied a light foundation to Sanju’s face.

“This is a base to cover any beard shadow, but you’re blond hair color shows little,” she explained as she worked. “You will be easy to do.”

Next, a little eye shadow to his eye lids and some pencil to darken his eyebrows and contour them a little.

“Just to accent your eyes a little. We don’t want to overdo it. This is not a formal event. You’ve got such long beautiful eye lashes,” she noticed. “I’m jealous!”

She brushed on blush to the hollows of his cheeks, and dusted a little powder overall to soften the look.

“This gives you a softer and more feminine look, tho’ you don’t need much added to what you already have.”

Last came the lipstick. She chose a medium pink lip gloss and carefully outlined his lips with a brush and then applied the pink shaft to fill his lips.

“Gently purse your lips, please.”

He did as directed. She gently planted a kiss before smoothing the color evenly across his lips. He rubbed his lips together to even out the gloss. Priyanka was impressed again that he knew how to do that.

“Didn’t want to waste a good pucker. The pink gloss gives your lips color and shine. There now, you look a thousand percent better and I think you’ll be able to do it yourself from now on. I’ll leave these cosmetics with you. By the way, don’t be alarmed if the lipstick doesn’t wash off. It’s a new kiss proof kind that’s fairly permanent.”

Sanju was watching his transformation in Priyanka’s makeup mirror as she worked. He was glad he submitted to Priyanka’s insistence to wear makeup. He thought to himself, since this is going to be a regular thing, he didn’t care how permanent the makeup was. This school is going to teach him more than he had expected.

Sanju stood up from the desk, stepped back and twirled around the room.

“My goodness! You do make a very pretty woman. You’ll have no trouble passing now.”

“What will the other girls think?” he asked. “It’s not my intention to deceive anyone you know.”

“I think they will respect you more because you’ve taken the trouble to fit in rather than mock them by appearing as a drag queen. You’ll see.”

“Well, I’ve got a week to get adjusted to this before classes begin. Let’s go eat and meet some of the other girls. Gee, I just met you today, and now we’re like sisters. How can I ever thank you enough? I could never have gotten this far without your help.”

“My pleasure,” Priyanka said, taking Sanju’s hands. “I’m flattered you have the confidence to let me help you. We will be dorm sisters and more, I hope. I want to continue helping you with your ‘orientation’.”

“I also hope we can be more than sisters, Priyanka. And yes, I’d like your help.”

Sanju kissed Priyanka warmly. She submitted and their tongues touched. Sanju’s erection returned and Priyanka, feeling it, pressed in tighter. She liked the feel but again thought better of it and pulled away.

“I feel like a lesbian,” she whispered. “I’ve never kissed a girl before.”

Their lipstick didn’t smear. The two young ladies proceeded to the dining hall. After having seen how well he looked in the mirror, Sanju walked with confidence, very much aware of the unfamiliar feel of the feminine garments against his skin, a sensation he very much was enjoying. This isn’t going to be so bad, he thought. I’m going to like this. He kept trying to convince himself.

Going through the food line, they selected their meals, and, despite Sanju’ protest, joined some other girls at their table. Priyanka made the introductions and no mention was made of Sanju’s real gender. The other girls never guessed. After leaving the hall, Priyanka praised Sanju on his behavior.

“See? They didn’t notice anything different about you. You can pass as a girl.”

“But I didn’t say anything. All I did was listening. You did all the talking. I still feel guilty about this.”

“Don’t, you can’t go around bragging that you’re not a girl. If it happens to come out, you don’t have to deny it, but don’t broadcast it either. When classes begin, we’ll let our own classmates know. The word will spread soon enough. But give it enough time for you to prove yourself as a serious student and not some pervert trying to crash a girl’s school.”

“As usual, I guess you’re right again. You are an amazing woman. But what about my voice?”

“Just speak softly, smile a lot, and be expressive with your eyes. No one will pay much attention to anything else; after all, they have to reason to suspect differently. Many women have low pitched or deep voices.”

That put Sanju more at ease.

They returned to Sanju’s room where Priyanka began to give him lessons on how a girl sits in a skirt, and other female mannerisms, including how a girl speaks and gestures. As before, Sanju was a quick learner and a very willing student. Priyanka was impressed with their progress.

“You amaze me. You’re really into this girl stuff. I think you must’ve secretly wanted to be a woman. Was your applying for this school really an accident?”

Sanju immediately took the defensive position.

“Hell no! Honestly, I didn’t know about Walker not being co-ed. But for now…this…”

“I don’t know. It’s all so new to me, and I admit, I’m beginning to like it. After all, I am committed to this life style for the next two years and who knows after that. I’m planning on going for a four year degree.”

For the next week, before classes began, Sanju wore variations of his new wardrobe constantly to get accustomed to behaving as a girl. He had packed away all the male clothes. No need for them anymore. He would eventually discard them, he thought. He and Priyanka spent a great deal of time together getting acquainted and bonding both as girls and lovers. Priyanka did not forget that Sanju was a boy. She liked him a lot. She wanted Sanju but knew they had to practice safe sex and neither had protection. Sanju was learning to be very submissive to Priyanka, and she preferred it that way. With so few students in the dorm, they had a lot of privacy together for some great love making. Priyanka was afraid to let Sanju penetrate her for fear of getting pregnant, but the oral sex was wonderful for both of them. She dominated Sanju completely. He quickly became her sex slave.

As the days passed, they met their classmates as they arrived. Priyanka steered the conversation around to Sanju and his circumstances to a few of the girls and the word spread.

The girls thought it was great what Sanju had done to the school authorities, standing his ground with them, and were impressed with his appearance as a girl. They all welcomed him as a sister and wanted to help him with his transformation. His fears were over.

Classes began, and all the freshman girls were in their new uniforms. The freshman class had 60 girls in their own dorm. After a day in that new outfit, Sanju was glad Priyanka had advised him to wear a full slip. He could see how he would have been miserable without it. The nylon slip allowed the cotton fabric of the uniform to slide easily and not chafe his skin. She was right again. In time, he was beginning to notice that maybe he should use a little padding in the bust area. His classmates filled out their dresses so well, and he was feeling a little self-conscious being so flat chested. Especially with the bodice of his slip hanging so empty. Besides, the idea of having breasts was beginning to intrigue him.

Of course, none of the other girls made any comments about his flatness, and, in fact, were very warm and friendly. The instructors either didn’t know or didn’t care about Sanju’s real gender. Nothing was mentioned. After the second week, while Sanju and Priyanka were studying together, Sanju said,

“Priyanka, I was thinking, maybe I should try a bra to add a little shape to my outfits.”

“What a wonderful idea! Why didn’t I think of that?” she said, laughing. “You can wear one of mine till we go shopping again.”

Priyanka quickly went to her room before he changed his mind, and returned with a pink bra with lace trim and a little red bow in the center of the cups.

“I know this will fit you.”

Sanju took off the sweater he was wearing and put his arms thru the straps. Priyanka hooked the bra behind him. She then took some rolled up stockings and stuffed the cups. Sanju put his sweater back on and admired his new figure.

“Much better. You are right again, as usual,” he said, approvingly.

“You’re learning. Keep this one till we get you some padded bras. It may feel strange now but you’ll get used to it.”

“I like it already.”

The next day in class, Sanju was pleased that he looked more like the rest of the girls. Some of them noticed, smiled and winked their approval. They liked Sanju’s progressive transformation, and Sanju continued to like being transformed into a woman.

Sanju endeared himself with his classmates by helping them with their homework. They had study sessions in his room or in the lounge. When they started to learn the metric system of measurement, Sanju, having learned it in previous schooling, helped the other girls in dorm study groups. He also helped the girls with lab work, since he’d had science courses in junior college and was good with math. It helped form a bond with his dorm sisters and they were very appreciative. Nobody considered him anything but a girl.

In return, they all coached him in the art of being a woman: etiquette, clothing styles and accessories, feminine gestures and expressions, posture, makeup tips, etc. More than he needed to know, he often thought, but being innately a good student, he wanted to learn everything. Being totally immersed in the company of women, the learning came easily. He was getting a double education…more than he expected.

When Thanksgiving arrived, the college held a formal dinner in the dining hall for the students and staff. Everyone had to dress appropriately in their best dresses. One of the girls loaned him a dress for the event. Several of the girls ganged up on him to do his hair and makeup. His transformation to making him beautiful seemed to become a class project. One girl with experience as a hair stylist, another as a makeup artist, etc. They all pitched in to work on him. His hair was now long enough to style. They cut and styled his hair into a very feminine hairdo. His eyebrows were plucked and shaped, and makeup applied like never before. He felt like Cinderella going to the ball. He was turned into a beautiful woman. And he was extremely pleased with his new look, as any woman would be. He put on the borrowed party dress and a pair of matching shoes with 3″ heels. By now, after several shopping trips, he had his own bras with foam pads in a B cup giving him the form he wanted. He had grown to feel perfectly natural in these clothes and the makeover gave him added confidence. He knew he looked hot this night.

With Priyanka as his date, or rather, he was Priyanka’s date, the two girls walked to the dining hall.

“Sanju, I think I’m jealous…you’re prettier than I am. They did a wonderful job on you. I think you should leave your hair like that, it’s very becoming.”

“I might have to, hon. they cut and styled it. I may have little choice.”

“How do the shoes feel? I see you’re having no problem walking.”

“Fine. I’ve been practicing a lot, you know. The girls have been grooming me a long time for this.”

“See and you were worried about being accepted. Well, tonight’s the big night…you get to be seen by the whole college and staff. We’ll see if anybody suspects.”

“Priyanka, I’m a little nervous. Please don’t leave me. I need your support.”

“I won’t Sanju. But relax, remember, my love, you’re a lovely young lady now…nothing to worry about.”

They entered the hall and mingled with the crowd.

As they stood looking around the room, Sanju spotted Miss Biswas. He approached her and said, “Hello Dean Biswas, do you know who I am?” Sanju had his confidence now and decided to have some fun with his new identity.

“Why, no, I’m afraid I don’t recognize you.”

“I’m Sanju Pundit, remember? The male student.”

“Oh my goodness, Sanju. You certainly have changed! Of course I wouldn’t recognize you. Well, I see you’ve adapted quite well, as I was sure you would. You make an attractive young lady.”

“You expected me to look like this?” Sanju asked, surprised.

“Yes I did, Sanju. Being petite in stature, you wore your hair in a pony tail, being an academic type person rather than sports minded, and since you were applying to an all girl’s school, I felt you fit the stereotype of someone wanting to try a gender change, even though you said it was a mistake. I did not believe you didn’t know this school was not co-ed. I think you wanted to go to a girl’s school all along. So I convinced the Board to let you attend only if you wear women’s clothes, something I felt you wanted to do, anyway. If you didn’t, you were out, to which they agreed. And I was positive you would blend in well with the other girls. Was I very wrong?”

“Well, actually I guess not. I have never admitted it to anybody but I guess I always wanted to be a girl. I don’t know whether to be angry or to thank you. You obviously had more insight about me than I knew about myself. I thought I’d try this for a while to see how I’d feel living as a woman. I’ve grown accustomed to living this way now and I like it very much, so I feel I must thank you. Time will tell how far I go with it,” Sanju said smiling. “I’m not only getting a paid education, but a new life style.”

“Well dear, if you need any professional counseling, don’t hesitate to take advantage of our Health Service. Maybe you will decide to make the change permanent. You do make a lovely woman, I’m happy to say. I’ll help you any way I can. Good luck.”

Sanju thanked her and rejoined Priyanka and told her about the conversation.

“Somehow, she knew I wanted to be a girl from the start,” Sanju said.

“I think I did too, when I saw how excited you were about trying on your new underwear and dresses. You didn’t offer any resistance as I would have expected a boy to do, and you didn’t want to take them off. And you’ve adapted so well in such a short time.”

“Gosh, was it so obvious? I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be; love…its history now. And I love you the way you are. I think that’s what attracted me to you.”

They sat down to the Thanksgiving dinner, and enjoyed the evening with their friends. Sanju and Priyanka spent the long weekend partying, shopping and watching TV. No homework!

Time passed with classes, lab work, and homework until Christmas break. Sanju’s wardrobe increased with the change of seasons. Priyanka invited Sanju to her home to spend the holiday with her family, and he accepted, completely comfortable with his new identity. The two young ladies arrived at Priyanka’s home and were warmly received.

“So you are Priyanka’s friend…we’ve heard so much about you Sanju,” Mrs. Neelam said. “We’re so happy you can spend the holiday with us. Priyanka, you girls will have to share your room, you’re brother is coming home also, so his room will be occupied.”

“OK, mom…we’ll manage just fine, wont we Sanju?” Priyanka said winking at Sanju. Sanju thought, this is too good to be true. The girls went up to their room to freshen up. Priyanka pushed Sanju down on her bed, jumped on top of him and planted a long deep kiss.

“Now I’ve got you where I want you, my slave,” Priyanka said. Sanju purred with submission.

They freshened up, repaired their makeup and returned downstairs.

That night, Priyanka and Sanju went to bed together in Priyanka’s bed. Sanju was wearing a pink teddy with a bra and panties, in case someone accidentally came into the room. Priyanka was wearing a white teddy with nothing underneath. When the house was quiet, Priyanka rolled on top of Sanju and kissed him and stroked him until his penis grew hard. She extracted it from its nylon enclosure, and then positioned her body so that his hot, hard shaft entered her wet vagina. Sanju responded immediately. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. Priyanka was his first vaginal sex partner. He was a virgin no longer. Their two bodies undulated slowly, her hips rising to meet his thrust, quietly, so as not to wake up the household. Sanju climaxed first and Priyanka came shortly after. They remained fixed in position for a while to savor the moment.

“I thought you were worried about getting pregnant,” he whispered.

“I was, my love, but I planned for this and started on the pill a while back. Merry Christmas. Did you like your gift?”

“Is the snow cold?” Sanju responded, chuckling. “Oh Priyanka, I love you so much,” he gushed.

“I love you too, Sanju. I want you always. You’re not thinking of a total sex change are you? I like you as a woman, but not a total woman.”

“No, my love, but maybe some minor changes.”

“What do you mean?” she asked as they lay in each other’s arms.

“I was thinking of maybe taking some hormones to grow breasts. I’ve been researching the subject.”

“Will it affect your sex drive?”

“I don’t think so…I’ll have to find out for sure. I’ve read it takes longer for orgasm.”

“Ooooh, delightful,” she purred.

“So, if you do grow breasts, do you plan on living as a woman permanently, then?”

“Right now, I think so. I’m very happy. Do you object?”

“No, I want you to be happy, that’s why I’ve been there to help you get this far, but I don’t want to lose you to a scalpel. I don’t mind living with you as a woman if you’ve got the right equipment. It’s been great, so far.”

“You’re a rare find,” he said.

They kissed, rolled over and went to sleep.

Sanju got along with Priyanka’s family very well…no one suspected a thing. She was welcome to come back.

Returning to the academy after the holidays, Sanju talked to a counselor at the health service about his desire for a gender change. His goal was to be a pre-op transsexual. The counselor could see how well Sanju had adjusted to living as a woman and, with a little persuasion from Miss Biswas, agreed to help him. Sanju was given a complete physical to establish a baseline medical database. He then was given a regimen of hormones to take on a regular basis. It was explained that he would notice some changes in his body, both physical and emotional over a period of time as a result of the medication. His breasts would develop, his hips would enlarge, skin tone would soften, etc. His sex drive and performance would only change slightly. This all confirmed what he had learned from his research on the subject of sex changes. He was eager to start and took his first dose immediately.

During the semester from January to June, Sanju began to experience many physical and emotional changes. His hip measurements gained 4 inches, while his waist lost 2 inches. His breasts began to show development and required only a little padding to fill the B cups of his bra. His hair grew faster and thicker yet his facial hair growth seemed to reduce. To Priyanka’s delight, his penis size only reduced a little, but was just as useful, and it was taking him longer to climax, although his sex drive was slightly diminished. Sanju was extremely happy with his change. With his new curves, he could now wear a two piece bathing suit and draw whistles at the beach. He now found himself more openly effeminate and emotional over the slightest things, His attitude about his new femininity helped, and Priyanka loved that. She drew even closer to Sanju. Their sex life was intense; as two women making love, strictly orally, a real turn-on for Priyanka. She had worried for nothing, especially since she was the dominant one in the relationship; her preference, as always. Sanju was completely submissive to her; his preference.

In June, the school year closed. Next fall, they would start spending some time with on-the-job nurse’s training at a hospital. Miss Sanju was ready.

During the summer vacation, Sanju and Priyanka stayed with Priyanka’s parents, sharing her room. Her parents still not suspecting that Sanju was a male. They both got summer jobs as nurses’ aids at a local hospital to earn money and keep their skills current. The girls occasionally went out on double dates with boys just for appearance. Mostly their social life involved group activities with friends. Sanju was a hit with Priyanka’s girlfriends and her old boyfriends, much to Priyanka’s amusement. Sanju would give the boys a casual kiss, but no more. Priyanka would do likewise. Sanju and Priyanka were very close, always touching or holding hands. Priyanka’s mother noticed and was a little concerned but said nothing.

The summer passed and vacation ended…..Back to school.

The now second year students received their new uniforms…all white nylon dresses with blue caps. No complaints from Sanju this time about having to wear a dress. He would have complained otherwise. They would attend classes half days and work in a hospital the other half, assisting the RN’s. Sanju was identified as a female student nurse by the staff and he didn’t claim to be otherwise. Miss Biswas arranged that. In fact, he considered himself to be a woman and acted accordingly. Nor did any of his classmates reveal his true identity.

They, long ago, had accepted him as a woman. And Sanju’s feminine features were continuing to develop as a result of the hormones. Sanju was a very attractive young lady. So much so that some of the young interns would occasionally hit on her.

One young man was so persistent that Sanju finally gave in and, with Priyanka’s consent, went on a date with him. Shambhu, the intern, was very nice, and very handsome. Sanju could have fallen for Shambhu if she didn’t love Priyanka so much. To be polite, Sanju kissed Shambhu at the conclusion of their date, which turned into a passionate and delightful kiss. Shambhu got all turned on by it, and Sanju, having never kissed a boy before, also got excited and caught up in the moment. The kiss led to petting. Shambhu fondled Sanju’s developing breasts which she enjoyed and Sanju fondled Shambhu’s hard penis to the point of climax, which they both enjoyed. She had never felt that way before, touching another male; enjoying it…thinking maybe it was because of the hormones. Shambhu made Sanju feel like a woman in a different way than Priyanka does, and she liked that.

When Sanju related to Priyanka what had happened and how Shambhu had made her feel, Priyanka understood and said Sanju would have to choose which way to go, i.e. making love with a man or a woman. Priyanka didn’t want to compete with a man. Sanju decided to stay with Priyanka but she (Sanju) never stopped thinking about that night with Shambhu.

Sanju didn’t date any more men during the second school year. She concentrated on her work and studies and graduated with honors. At the graduation ceremony, all the girls received their RN certificate and their white caps. Sanju and Priyanka were now registered nurses.

They took a short vacation trip back to Priyanka’s home where Priyanka told her parents about Sanju’s real identity and that they planned to marry. Mr. Neelam was speechless at first, but since he liked Sanju, he accepted him/her into the family. Mrs. Neelam claimed she knew it all the time, but wasn’t really sure, and likewise welcomed Sanju as a new son/daughter-in-law.

They were married at the Neelam’s home, Sanju in a white, feminine gown and shoulder length hair under her ghunghat, and Priyanka in a black, tuxedo looking dress with a short boyish hair do. As usual, Priyanka chose to be the groom, but she wore a dress to accommodate her parents. Miss Biswas was Sanju’s maid of honor. She had been watching Sanju’s academic progress and transformation from a shy young man to a confident, attractive young lady, and was very pleased and not surprised with both.

Priyanka got a job at a hospital near the school while Sanju went on towards his degree in Nursing Administration.

As promised to Priyanka, Sanju never had SRS, but continued his career living as a woman, and being a wife to Priyanka; until then, there was no arrival of a man among them.

Entry of Shekhar

Daily I have to wake up early and complete all household activities. It’s been more than 3 Months I did not wear any Male dress and even I forget that I was a male someday. My body language, way of talking, physically and mentally I was a female only. 1 day, Priyanka told me that it’s going to be a special weekend for me and I should go to parlor to get some usual beauty treatments. She has invited somebody to our house and that’s really important for her. I have no other choice but to accept everything she ask me to do. I went to nearby parlor and got waxing, pedicure, manicure, eye bro, facial and some other treatments as instructed by Priyanka.

On Saturday, she asked me to get ready in the afternoon as guests will come by 7pm in the evening. I took hot bath and wore a sexy Pink Bra and Panty. Panty size was only to hide my penis and outline of my ass. She bought a new dress for me which was Pink in color. It was a one piece dress and completely backless. I wore invisible bra so that my back is visible completely. She helped me in makeup with bright pink lipstick. She applied multiple coats to make it as dark as possible. Then came dark Pink shade nail paint. Again she applied multiple coats. I was confused that why she is insisting so much on me dressed like this. She than styled my hair straight falling at the back and asked me to wear high pencil heels. I was looking hot from top to bottom.

The female perfume smell was also making me crazy. The dress was bit of low cut as well and my boobs shape is visible completely. Must say it’s a really a very sexy dress and I was getting hard one just by looking at myself. Priyanka looked at me and smiled. She asked me to behave properly in front of guests. At 7pm, they came. I thought it would be some people; however, it was only a couple. The Man and Woman both were good looking. Shekhar was almost 6Ft Tall and well build and the woman possibly his wife was also looking hot in her gown. Priyanka welcomed them inside and asked me to bring something for them. I came out with tray in my hands with my accessories and heels making noise. I offered them water and Man looked at me smiled. However his smile was mischievous and not normal. Even his wife gave me the same expression. So, then Priyanka introduced me as Sanju, her husband. I was shocked that she revealed everything to them so easily. Priyanka then asked me to sit near them.

His name was Shekhar. Shekhar complemented my looks and tried to be closer to me. I was not feeling comfortable when Priyanka asked me to behave properly with the guests.

Shekhar asked Priyanka, “Sanju is very beautiful; I wish I could make Sanju my bride!”

Priyanka said, “Sanju is my bride Shekhar, you’re already married and please do not put a bad eye on him.”

Shekhar, Shekhar’s wife and Priyanka began to laugh and I bowed down in shame and stood listening to everything.

Afterlife described by Sanju

I had gotten the job at the store for the summer. I had little choice as to what job I could get. I was hired as a computer operator “RASHMI’s BRIDALS” in Bandra, Mumbai.

Rashmi is my friend and knew each and everything about my past and present. I had worked through the summer with the embarrassment subsiding after the first week.

Wedding gowns, Brides-Maid’s gowns, Bridal Sarees, Ghagra-cholis and more, I had never been exposed to this before but at least most of my work was done behind the closed doors, in the back room. I worked as a data entry operator, the trucks when they came in, boxed the articles for shipping, and after the store closed I would maintain the computers and do other chores. I worked the late shift, 5 pm until midnight. This gave me two hours each night after the store was closed to clean up. By the end of the

summer, Rashmi had enough confidence in me to let me stay the final hour alone and lock the store up.

Obviously living at home I don’t have much of an occasion to wear Sarees & petticoats but when I do I thoroughly enjoy it. Now in spite of my proclivity for women’s clothes I was good and did not take or try anything on in the store for fear of getting caught. Tonight that would all change.

Rashmi came to me about 7:00 and asked if I could stay late tonight. There was a shipment coming in around midnight that needed to be unloaded and stored in the back room. This was my last weekend and unfortunately I had nothing to do this Saturday night. I agreed to do it.

The entire night my thoughts turned to trying on one of the bridal gown. How could I let a golden opportunity slip away like this??? The night dragged on but Rashmi let me go home for dinner at 8:00. I barely had enough time to shave myself from arms to toes. A few little nicks would have to do, as I was running out of time. I packed a few things and headed back for the store.

It was a slow day so Rashmi was out of the store within a half hour after closing. I finished my chores and the truck showed up earlier than expected. I unloaded the truck and it left on its way. It was now only reaching midnight and I would have time to play. Rashmi knew I was staying late so there would be no problem with the alarm company.

I went to the racks and found the gown that I had loved since I first saw it. It was a huge & long flowing bridal gown that would spread around me like a cloud. I grabbed the necessary petticoats, two of them huge and made of thick cotton with lot of frill.

I went to the back room and tore off my clothes. Slowly and deliberately the transformation took place. The petticoats came first. Finally I was ready for the gown. I stepped into it and pulled the shoulders up. I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper up to the neck.

Next came the big wig of long hair having length more than 6′. I donned the wig I had bought. The length was just below my ass and it caressed my back as I moved my head. I put elastic to hold it on my head. Next I wore the earrings and necklace. It would be another four hours before I had to vacate the store so I was able to indulge myself in the little things. Next came the ghunghat. Within fifteen minutes the whole transformation was complete.

I walked onto the floor and over to a full-length mirror. I could not believe my eyes. I was a gorgeous bride. The long flowing gown and full petticoats made it difficult to walk but that just added to my state of vulnerability. The storeroom was too small for me to experience the walking in gown. I wanted to walk a lot. I was eager to walk around the store; I was standing there just admiring the feel of the gown and petticoats. I was in heaven.

The mall officially closed at 10:00 pm but many employees stayed until as late as 11:00 to finish their nightly tasks. I was always the last one to leave. I was not satisfied anymore with just wear the bridal gown I wanted to walk around the store. I looked to the front door of the store to where it led into the enclosed mall. My palms got sweaty and my heart started to race.

My mind questioned: What if I got caught?

My mind quickly answered: But there was never anyone around when I left and the mall didn’t have a night security force.

How much longer did I have? It was only 12.00 and I had over three hours to walk around and get back to change.

What if I damaged the gown?

I could store it in a box in the back and Rashmi would not find out for weeks. I’m scared! You will never have another opportunity like this again. My mind screamed back at me.

I looked out of the store. The mall was relatively dark, only a few night-lights on which was enough to allow me to walk around. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it. I cautiously looked out and verified that there was not a sound in the mall. I picked up the gown and walked from the safe confines of the store. The door closed behind me and I let out a big breath. I waited to see if I could hear anything. After two minutes there again was not another sound. I started to relax.

I walked towards the main entrance. From there I could go down either of the other two branches of the mall or walk up the stairs to the upper level. As I walked I could hear the noise my petticoats were making. Every so often I would stop and listen. Never did I hear a thing. I felt so wonderful! I imagined myself on my wedding day, so beautiful! And all the eyes on me. At almost every mirror I could see my reflection. Sometimes I would even stop to admire myself. I reached lower floor and had to make a decision. I thought for a moment and decided to go to the upper level where the walkway overlooked the main level. Again I picked up the gown and started to walk up the stairs. It was very difficult walking.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself. This night would bring memories for the rest of my life. I could picture the wedding guests looking up at me saying how pretty bride I was. I got to the bottom of the stairs and made my way back to the store. Everything looked as I had left it. I paused at the door did I remember to put the lock safety on? My hand delicately grasped the handle and I pulled…. It opened.

I walked inside and started to walk towards the back room when I heard a woman’s voice… Rashmi’s voice. She started to sing…

“Here comes the bride, here comes the bride”

I stopped, as did my heart. I looked to the sidewall and saw Rashmi emerge from the office.

“My! My! Don’t you look pretty?” Rashmi walked toward me from the office. She was wearing a nice yellow T-shirt, jacket and Jeans with black leather shoes.

I just stood there. I couldn’t move. My own shoulders sagged, my own head drooped, my own eyes filled near to overflowing with shame and confusion. My mind raced to think of something to tell her but I couldn’t. She came up to me and looked close at my long hair and how the gown fit. I could feel the sweat start on my hands.

“An admirable job for a male. This is obviously not the first time that you have done this is it?” she looked in the eyes.

Rashmi whispered: “You will make a beautiful girl; you will be a real princess.”

I stammered for a moment, “No. Well Yes, I mean this is the first time I have taken any of your things to try them on but I have dressed before at home.” There it was out. I finally admitted it to someone.

She said more firmly. “One day you will walk down the aisle in a full wedding gown and say ‘I do’. After that happens, you and your groom will go off on your honeymoon to start your new life as a married woman.”

“I’m not going to hold any judgments against you but I think that you have betrayed my trust. I am not a harsh person and would like to give you the opportunity to make it up to Me.”, she looked serious.

“Well, what do you have in mind?”

“I am in need of a model for this weekend’s show there at ‘Mumbai Church’. I think that you look great in that gown and I need you to model it and some others.” she paused waiting to see my reaction.

“But, I would feel… it’s just… No, I can’t.” I finally managed to say something intelligent.

“Ok. I am sorry that you feel that way. I do have the store sure ghunghat lance videotape and I’ll just have to bring it to your friends and explain why I had to fire you on your last night.” I could see a glint in her eye.

“No, wait you can’t do that. I mean it wouldn’t be fair.” I pleaded with her.

“It’s your decision”, she seemed to lose the glint.

I thought about it for a moment. It would be great to be able to wear bridal gowns like these in front of people. Would I pass? What if someone who knew me saw me?

“Rashmi? Would I really pass as a girl?”

“Yes. But you would need a little help with your make up and walk. Tell you what. Come to my house Saturday night and you will sleep over. I’ll give you the treatment and teach you how to be a woman. The next morning you will come to the store, do the show and then I’ll destroy the tape for you.” She started to get excited. I smiled at her and then looked at my clothes, “I should change before I go home.”

“Yes. Before you get totally dressed I will need to take measurements to assure that the items are fit properly.” she followed me to the backroom.

She helped me take the gown off and then she started measuring me. It didn’t take too long and I was on my way home. A thousand thoughts went through my mind. Most of them questions. Rashmi assured me that everything would work out just fine.

The whole next day I couldn’t concentrate. I was thinking of Saturday night and what would happen to me. In the afternoon I went to the local bookstore and bought copies of ‘Modern Bride’, ‘Bride & wedding’, ‘Dulhan’ the clerk never gave me a second look and off I went to the nearby park.

I found a secluded area and laid out a blanket and started to read the magazine. There were so many beautiful gowns I once again drifted off to fantasyland. How would it have been if I had been a girl on my wedding day?

After a few moments I broke my thoughts and continued reading about makeup, gown styles, wedding arrangements and more. I was ready to be transformed! I learnt from the magazine ‘Dulhan’ that ‘It is always been advised to the Rajasthani brides that once the Bride is aware that she has lost her freedom after the wedding she must obey her in-laws in every way. If for some reason she is unable to obey she must indicate to her in-laws the reason for her failure. If the reason is not acceptable to her in-law the Bahu may expect punishments like standing bent over for her failure to be obedient. The Bahu must at all times react eagerly to the commands of her in-laws in adventures. It is important that she be especially vigilant in displaying her submissiveness to her in-laws in order to their status as her MASTERS.

Saturday passed slowly. I didn’t pack much since I wasn’t going to be wearing my usual clothes. I made it to Rashmi’s house at 7:00 pm and she invited me in.

Her house was elegant, yet simple. Flowers around the room, comfortable furniture and pastel colors abound. She asked me if I wanted something to drink and I politely declined.

“Ok, we don’t have a lot of time before tomorrow. Go upstairs into the bathroom and draw a hot bath. Leave your clothes on the floor outside the door and I’ll take care of them. In the bath wash yourself with the soap and sponge I left for you. When you are done shave everything from your eyebrows down. I’ll check you out when you are done. If you don’t do it right the first time then I’ll shave for you!” she ushered me off to the upstairs.

I did what she said, stripping while running the bath. I dropped the clothes outside the door and got in the tub. The soap and sponge were right where she said they would be. I got started. The soap had a pretty scent to it and I enjoyed that. The shaving on the other hand took a lot longer. It wasn’t that I was very hairy but there was enough for it to take me an hour to shave. When I was done I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a pink towel around me. I called Rashmi.

Rashmi walked in and had me drop the towel. I was very self-conscious but Rashmi was all professional. She touched up a few spots that I missed and handed the towel to me, “At the end of this hallway is a bedroom. There are clothes on the bed for you. Put all of them on and come downstairs makeover.”

I just smiled at her and made my way to the bedroom. On the bed were feminine clothes, not that I expected anything different. A full-size frilly red petticoat and a white colored cotton house gown that came down to floor but was little shorter in length than my petticoat so my petticoat was visible. I carefully placed these items on and went downstairs. My huge petticoat was restricting my steps my cock was pressing against the folds of my petticoat. My petticoat was making lot of noise while walking.

“My don’t you look pretty”, Rashmi said invoking memories of being caught in the store, “Come on lets go to sleep”

I slept on the bed fiddling with my cock through my petticoat. I was becoming more and more nervous with the thoughts regarding tomorrow’s bridal sessions, As if the next night was supposed to be my wedding night –!

The morning arrived sooner than I would have liked. I was up half the night thinking about what today would bring. I was still reeling from going to bedroom dressed as a Bride… and PASSING! Rashmi came into the room and shook me gently. “Come on sleepy-head. It’s 6:00 am and we have a dozen things to do before we go to the store”, she left only when she knew I was awake.

I staggered up and removed the nightgown and headed for the shower. As I lathered myself up, it felt strange until I remembered that I had shaved everything off last night.

After the shower I sprinkled powder on my body and went back to the bedroom. Rashmi had been kind enough to lie out some clothes for me that I would need to wear to the store. I sat down and put on the cotton Salwar-kameez she had left. Next came the hair weaving, Rashmi helped me to my long and thick hair in a big bun. I guess I was taking a bit longer than Rashmi would have liked because she came in and finished my makeup for me. I was ready to go.

After a quick breakfast we left the house at 8:00 am and headed for the store. There was a lot to do before the noon fashion show. The gowns were arranged in the back room by model and the room was cleared so the models (and I) would have room to change. I shivered when I set up the one rack with my name on it, “Sanju.” It was a name that I had chosen in sheer admiration of my favorite actress Sanju. I like the way Sanju wears the Sarees and her long hair.

The morning went quick and the models showed up around 10:30. We were all in the back Rashmi’s friends Sameera, Deepika and Puja were touching up each other’s hair and makeup. I was worried that I would be found out but Rashmi had set it up.

Rashmi told my first gown was different than one I had on the night I got caught. It felt different thought as it had been taken in and it actually fit the way it was supposed to. I guess that the thought of modeling as bride in front of a crowd also added to the excitement. I could hardly wait.

I stood in the center of the room fully naked. With that the girls were in hysterics at my red-faced humiliation, they lifted a white petticoat up and tied it around my waist. It was huge; it was the fullest petticoat I’d ever seen. They tugged three more petticoats down over my head and teased out each layer. My legs now disappeared under the expanse of cotton material and lot of frills. All the four were thick, heavy made out of whitest cotton and having lot of frills. I was admiring cold caressing touch of them to my legs.

Before I was helped into the gown, I slipped my white sandals onto my feet. Rashmi and Deepika then lifted the gown up and lowered down onto my body, making sure not to miss my hair or makeup. With the gown around my waist, Deepika held up the top and I slid my arms into the sleeves. The Bridal Gown, with me in it, nearly filled all the space and there was barely room for Rashmi to go on my backside and button it up. Rashmi then did the necessary buttoning of the back of the gown. It seemed like it took her forever. Rashmi buttoned the back of the gown up, all 36 buttons. We all held our breath until Rashmi finished, hoping that the gown would fit and not be too tight. With the last button in place, we all started smiling. The gown fit beautifully. Maybe, she was a little nervous in helping her new bridal model get ready for her wedding show.

I remembered the lines from magazine ‘The Bride’; a woman’s wedding day is a very special day in her life. In addition to being joined with her husband and of the burden and commitment that goes with that, she also get to dress in the most beautiful, the most feminine of outfits; The Bridal Gown.

Finally, the task was finished. Actually, I had to add the sheer infill at the neck. The sleeves were so heavy that they tended to slide off my shoulders. The whole gown was heavy, in fact – the satin was a luxurious weave, and all the beaded trim adds up. Then, there was the added weight of the crinoline hoops and cotton petticoats that support the gowns. But oh! The incredible feeling of being enveloped in this magnificent finery is simply indescribable!

And on account of the tiny buttons up the back, I need assistance to get out of it – how I do love to be made to remain dressed, waiting patiently to be released! I was now totally locked in to my own clothes. Now it was not possible for me to run away. I was now a ‘Don’t runaway bride’. I enjoyed the sensation being bride; I felt the weight of the gown on my shoulders & waist. It was definitely heavy, but softly femininely uncomfortable. My cock was almost 8″ inches long and pressing hard on the petticoats.

“Heavy, isn’t it?” Rashmi nodded at me.

“All wedding gowns have to be heavy to remind the bride when she’s saying her vows, the burden of responsibility she now has in looking after the marital home, her new husband and hopefully any in-laws.”

She turned me so I can look in the mirror. It is amazing! Before me appears a real woman, dressed for her wedding. How long I stood there staring at myself with no evidence of maleness left, running my hands lightly along the cool satin of the gown, my fingers shyly exploring the gorgeous gown, savoring with a mixture of fear and awes the feelings that assaulted me.

A pearl necklace and pearl earrings were placed around my neck and on my ears. Rashmi then attached the train to my gown. I gathered my gowns and sat delicately making sure my petticoats & gown were arranged about me on the floor. The petticoats and the gown were thick beneath me, while Deepika pinned my ghunghat and headpiece to my hair. The ghunghat was magnificent in its own right. It consisted of three layers of net with an embroidered border. Rashmi arranged the net very carefully so that a layer of it fell in front of my face. I tried to see past the ghunghat, but it was too tightly woven for me to see through it. I was in my own little bridal world. I was now confined to my bridal world. I knew I looked fabulous.

The gown fitted me very well around the waist. But the bodice was embroidered and the gown flowed around my lower body and ended in a train that I had to maneuver as I walked out into the room. It was wonderful to walk in the bridal gown and I felt as feminine as it swirled around me and as the train dragged on the carpet. Walking in gown with erect cock was fabulous. Turning was an interesting problem because I had to be very careful that I did not end up with the train in front of me. I felt very happy in that gorgeous gown with its square neck and the sleeves caressing my bare arms.

“Sanju you look incredible. What does the gown feel like? How do you feel?” asked Rashmi.

“Completely unreal,” I said, putting my hands down by my side and resting them on the fabric. “I can hardly tell that there is a body under this gown at all.”

I began to experience that wonderful, submissive feeling that came when I wore such clothing.

“You would make a stunning bride in that gown, Sanju,” she said and I had to agree.

“You know, you should get married to a suitable man this year, you will look fantastic in a white wedding gown.” Rashmi said after a while.

“Come off it Rashmi, of course I’ll be the groom and wear a tuxedo or a morning coat at my wedding, How can I be in gown?” I protested.

Deepika gave a strange smile to Rashmi and suddenly all the girls started laughing.

Rashmi stepped back, admiring the view. “Go ahead Sanju,” she said, “swish it around a little. Have fun with it.” I spun my hips left and right, watching a pool of frill and ruffles at my feet swirl around me. I reached down to caress the folds of cotton & silk pushing it this way and that and watching the results in the mirror.

And yet I was not completely happy with that gown. It was beautiful and I felt amazing to be wearing it. But I wondered if it was quite right for the wedding. I expressed my doubts and Rashmi saw my point.

“It is certainly not a practical gown,” she said with laughing. “I doubt whether you will be able to get down the aisle to your groom in it!”

“Did she say ‘Groom’? But I was not going to marry anybody. I was a male, how come I marry a groom?” I was wondering on Rashmi’s laugh.

I paraded once more round the room then very carefully stood in middle of the room. The gown, with me in it, nearly filled all the space and there was barely room for others to stand. They walked me up and down the shop to get me used to the volume of the petticoats. Rashmi told me hold up the hem at the front to avoid tripping over, and that a glimpse of frilly petticoat was a surefire way of attracting attention from anybody.

As I walked, I was very aware of the motion my legs imparted to the heavy petticoats and the bridal gown and it further intensified my arousal. I had become very aroused and had lot of trouble in walking with erect cock. I shivered the feeling of being a bride warmed my body temperature.

“That’s it, swish those petticoats look up and smile. The more petticoats for you to feel the burden of womanhood” Puja teased me. I was red with shame. I was looking at Puja she was wearing a white cotton trouser & a white jacket over an orange T-shirt. How confident she was! And a man like me was confined in the Bridal gown. Puja and all other girls were enjoying my transformation from Boy to Bride.

The voluminous petticoats seemed to take on a life of their own, swishing noisily around my legs, and with every mincing step I could feel the petticoats tugging deliciously on my legs and caressing my penis. Now I was locked in my gown I couldn’t reach the back, so I was bound in that gown until someone can unbutton it for me.

I was informed that this time, the show was something different and they were planning to have a wedding as a main theme of the fashion show. Obviously they were requiring only one model as a Bride and I was supposed to be Bride for the following wedding. Other models were going to be my bride’s-maids. For that purpose only the show was held in “Mumbai Church” to bring more reality to the show.

Rashmi said, “It’s something every woman wants to experience Sanju, and I want you experience the thrill of being Bride”

“But who is going to be the groom?” I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Rashmi didn’t answer me instead choose to keep silence.

“Then who’s the groom?” I was getting worried now.

“Just like a woman to be nervous on her wedding day,” Rashmi said turning to leave. “See you down front. Don’t forget to say your `I do’s” nice and loud.”

Did I dare? Did I dare wear that huge Bridal Gown and walk that aisle and say that vow, in front of God and everybody? Who was going to be my groom?

Deepika walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said with a mischievous glint to her eyes,

“Yeah! You are a very beautiful bride. Nothing makes a boy look more feminine than a wedding gown! You are going to go weak in the knees when you will see your groom, while walking down that aisle! Sanju Take some time to enjoy how pretty you look and feel. Think about your wedding and of course. Take even more time to think about the lustful fun you’ll have on your wedding night at your Sasural! (Father-in-law’s house) I’m sure you’ll make your in-laws very happy by serving them. Enjoy your wedding.”

I was beet red at the comment. I was thinking of making a run for it the first chance I got! The wedding thing had me in internal panic!

I asked Rashmi why she was not telling me about the groom. Her answer was that it was a surprise. Then she added, “Although he is really cute”, “and a real stud” added Deepika with mysterious smile on her face.

What did she mean by that? I wasn’t nervous now. I was just plain scared. What had Rashmi cooked up actually? I was actually going to marry someone. I was scared now.

My eyes sparkled and my heart skipped a beat.

“It’s time now little bride, time to go to your husband” Rashmi snarled.

Finally the car arrived at the front of the store. Rashmi and her assistances helped me to sit into the car .It is very difficult to sit in a car in bridal gown with so much petticoats. It was a remarkable feeling to be dressed as a bride. I was terrified. There I was, sitting into my car seat, dressed as a Bride, with my face covered in ghunghat, for the entire world to see.

When I got in to the car the wind caught my ghunghat and it felt fantastic!! I felt like a queen! Car dropped us at the backroom of the church. Everyone helped me get out of the car. Rashmi left to change her clothes. Deepika showed me how to fix the wedding gown and then all the girls helped me to freshen my makeup and puffed my bridal gown.

Somebody said Church was packed with men and women. The runway thrust out into the crowd, everyone had come to see this wedding show, including cameramen from national papers as well as local ones and there was even a crew from the television station. I felt very exposed but at the same time very excited. Without looking under my gown, nobody could tell that I was really a man. As I gaze at the image, I have become a bride about to be wed. My heart sank but I knew I had no choice for I now knew what was about to happen. I was about to become the bride. My member was rock hard. I was not able to even touch it due to my huge gown.

Deepika came in carrying a large bouquet. Deepika showed me how to hold hands together in front so that I wouldn’t drop the bouquet. I did as I was told; Deepika wrapped several ribbons from the bouquet around my wrists and tied them tightly. The bouquet in front of me now bound my hands together.

I was now virtually handcuffed by my bouquet.

They say a bride looks radiant on her wedding day and, although technically I was not the woman, but I was radiant as a bride. The photographer started positioning us for the posed shots. First, she took my official full-length bridal portrait. I was holding my bouquet at waist; Puja and Sameera teased me to smile for the Bridal photographs. A second portrait was taken with my ghunghat lowered over face. I wanted to run but I was helpless my heart was sinking as Deepika fixed my ghunghat.

I was having a shiver going down my spine, as I know I am going to get married in wedding gown, in presence of public! Nervousness screamed through my body, I found I was totally the center of attention, girls and ladies ohhing and ahhing. My knees were shaking. My breath seemed to catch in my throat, and my knees felt a bit weak.

On the long walk from the backroom to the church I kept seeing faces of people I knew from work, even from school and all of them were wide-eyed with wonder at the beautiful girl I had become. The breeze was cool on my face beneath the ghunghat and it kept lifting the net in front of my face. I was radiantly happy, as a bride ought to be on her wedding day. Everyone’s eyes were on me alone; as I was told afterwards they came out of curiosity but this soon turned to admiration as they saw how lovely I looked. They came to see a male dressed as a bride but very soon their eyes were only on the bride. Cameras clicked and whirred as countless lenses captured my arrival. My glowing smile beneath the ghunghat was captured on countless films. The official photographer was waiting at the church door.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak. It was all I could do to stand up. Seeing all those people made me finally realize that I was actually going to marry someone, again! I remember thinking: “Wow, I am getting married today! That too in a gown as a bride “It was almost uncanny….

Rashmi met me at the church door she was now changed into best man’s dress she was wearing a nice black suit with a red tie she was wearing red -tape leather shoes. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. A girl standing beside me was wearing male clothes and I the male was wearing such restraining bridal clothes going to marry an unknown personality. My cock was springing with every thought of being Bride for the forthcoming wedding.

“You look stunning,” she said. “I shall find it very difficult to think of you as a male.”

I was happy now! But the happiness remained for seconds a when I heard what Rashmi said.

Rashmi came near to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Sanju, Don’t be nervous most girls get a case of the ‘butterflies’ on their wedding day. When I saw your desire to become a bride, I decided to look through your computer files. I found that your files regarding your cross-dressing. I knew you wouldn’t be able to quit, one of my friend Shambhu is also very much interested in cross-dressing and he always wanted to be a groom of a Trans-Bride. He was always insisting me to find a male bride for him and what I found for him is in front of me. We then decided that if you got married it would be terrific experience for both of you, So, I decided to do this for you, and my friends wanted to help out. Anyway, be a good bride. As the bride, I want you to experience just how touching and pleasurable it is to be a bride.”

I was stunned after hearing the reality; before I could speak she added more,” I know that you’ll enjoy the sensations of being sensually transformed into becoming the most contented and beautiful Bride at the wedding. I want you to feel yourself lusciously preparing yourself for commitment, obedience and lust to your husband. I want you to be the center of attention and adoring eyes. I want you to feel what it is like to be the only focus of desire and want from your wanting husband your husband is really a sweet. Just between you and me, your in-laws are very dominant. See, that’s like a real man you are not worth to be a man. It is better if man like you remain a housewife for entire life. Now, we must go your groom is waiting”

I cringed a little at the thought. What would it be like going to Sasural with a man as his bride? The idea scared the hell out of me. My breath came in harsh gasps and I thought my knees would buckle as I gazed at Rashmi helplessly who with one mistake I made that night had captured my body and soul and taken me on a one way journey into total subjugation to her every cruel whim and humiliating edict.

I was in total shock, and was in a right state. “How can I pull this off,” I asked. “I’m a man for god’s sake, not a woman; I don’t know how to be a wife or daughter-in-law of somebody, again.”

“Look at you Sanju,” Rashmi said; I didn’t need to look to see that I was dressed in a huge bridal gown and ghunghat. “You have moved on from being merely a man in a wedding gown. You are truly a girl when you become Sanju; you walk, talk and act like you have been a girl all your life.”

“Yes, but a wife of a man!” I added. “I scared, Rashmi, what if I get ‘read’ by someone, what then?”

Rashmi assured me “You are a beautiful young lady, Sanju, and it is about time you came to realize that.” She added kissing me again reassuringly. Were this planned, a humiliation, and a kind of ego-reducing, submissive training?

Strange as it may seem, the terrible situation I found myself in, thrilled me to the bones. Sure, I was ghunghated and my hands were admiring ruffle silk of my bridal gown, but somehow this and the fact that I was dressed as a Bride all caused a whole avalanche of pleasant sensations in me. I tried to push them back as I knew it to be wrong for a boy to have such feelings, but I did not succeed. A strange feeling crept up and down my spine and made my cock swell.

I was too scared now. I’m going to try to be the best wife there ever was! Wife?

How could I say something so stupid! I was never, ever going to be any body’s wife!

It was going to be a perfect wedding – where I was the bride!

How could I be the bride? It was a world tossed on its head and the only thing I wanted was out! Now! I wanted this insanity to stop!

I wanted everything to go wrong! I wasn’t about to be somebody’s bride! I didn’t want it to happen.

But all I could do was stand there quietly, in my Bridal Gown.

She then rearranged my ghunghat. I was shaking. “Oh my god what have I gotten myself into!” I thought

The ghunghat really did it for me. As if the wedding dress hadn’t been enough to convince anyone that I was the total bride those little additions sealed it.

Rashmi then added. “Well Sanju, as eagerly as you are looking forward to the beautiful moment when you and your husband say ‘I do’, I know you are also eagerly looking forward to tonight! You first night”

“Stop!” I screamed inside my head.

Don’t go there, please! It’s not going to happen! Not to me, I cannot be bride!

There cannot be a wedding night! How can I be married to a man? It’s ridiculous!

I was not going to be the bride in any wedding! There just had to be a way out!

Please!! I couldn’t accept the fact that there wasn’t one thing I could do about it, and that it was actually going to happen!

But whether I could accept it or not, I knew that didn’t matter.

I knew that because, as terror stricken as I was at the moment,

I was still standing there in my bridal gown as if I was a blushing bride about to commit my life to the husband of my dreams!

The music began. Oh! It was the time now I can’t go back. …

How could all of this be happening? I thought back to when I was a young boy for last 23 years. I would never have thought that someday I would be marring somebody in a Wedding Gown as a bride!

My legs started to shake and at that moment the organ struck up the wedding march. “Here comes the Bride!” rang out through the church and I took my friend Rashmi’s arm once more. It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. I had fallen so easily into this role that I truly felt as if I was a bride being walked down the aisle by my best man. My legs and hands were trembling and I was thankful the traditional walk down the aisle was so slow and methodical!

I began to panic inside…was it too late to run? I looked out through the audience and saw all the people who had gathered to see the wedding. All I could do was stand here and think about what was happening to me.

I knew that I could not turn back and run, and I slowly started down the aisle, I was on autopilot. What was I am going to do? She led me to the dais, where a person I had never met before stood, waiting to marry me! I was a man, to whom I was going to marry? A man?

Rashmi once again whispered in my ear, “One final note, Sanju,”

“Just because you’re going to be married woman that doesn’t mean you can let down on any of the rules. It won’t be allowed, because you are going to become a Rajasthani Bahu.”

She laughed again with her big smile.

“Because you’ll constantly be striving to be the best wife your husband could want & a best Bahu your in-laws could want. For instance, you’ll never let your elder in-laws see your face because you will always keep your face covered with Ghunghat. Of course your life will be full of housework, cleaning, washing and all kinds of other things you’ll be doing there to serve your in-laws, always remember that you must keep Ghunghat”

The bridesmaids processed in, smiling brightly, moving elegantly down the aisle to the altar. The cathedral was enormous, and the trip took some time. The guests watched politely, but what they really wanted to see was the bride. Finally, the last bridesmaid took her place.

The music stopped, and silence fell. Everyone got to his or her feet. When I entered the hall, they all collectively gasped. Surely, there had never been a more exquisite bride. There was a rustling sound of my huge petticoats and gown. Everyone in the church turned to look at me. I was aware of a communal intake of breath as inquisitiveness changed to admiration and disbelief. The day was beautiful with sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows of the church as I began my stately progress up the aisle.

I could feel every eye in the church on me and me alone. Oh I could never hope for such a moment again if I lived forever! I wished the walk down that aisle would never end! And yet, on the other hand, I don’t know who was waiting for me there. I was striving to see him through my ghunghat. My ghunghat was a thick white that covered my face completely. There would be no turning back now.

My gown was so full that there was barely room for Rashmi and I to walk side by side. To walk in the long swishing bridal gown with their numerous petticoats caused a lot of quite pleasurable sensations in me.

It was an unforgettable moment as I made my way up the altar. I kept my eyes in front down through my tightly woven ghunghat and took very short steps in my huge petticoats and gown.

I wasn’t aware of a figure on the stage dressed in a black suit. I nearly fainted when I saw the man in front of me. He was about five feet eight inches tall, quite nice looking and a total no stranger to me. He was Shambhu; the same guy kissed me that night, OH My God!  Where had Rashmi gotten this guy? Did he know who or what I was? My cock started growing against my cotton petticoats and I am embarrassed to realize that there’s nothing I can do to hide my erection As I stood there, I could feel the eyes of the rest of the church staring at the back of me and could not help but feel nervous.

I had left my male persona at the door. I was now a woman standing before her groom, relatives and other loved ones ready to pledge my commitment to my man. So this is what it felt like. Mmm…..!

I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. I desperately hoped no one would guess what was really under my gown. My cock was straight and was rubbing on petticoat. I was shivering with shame. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak. I had never thought of such day that I would be standing for my wedding as a Bride that too in Bridal Gown and ghunghat. My face and chicks were hot due to the shame.

Rashmi led me up to groom’s side, and leaned down to whisper in my ear “Just be a good Bride, Sanju You’re lucky to have an understanding husband like Shambhu. After tonight, you’ll most likely want to kiss the ground. You must take care to savor every moment. Store away the memories of this day. In the future, they will help you get through the more onerous duties a wife is always burdened with”

My stomach lurched at the thought of being bride because my shame was to be witnessed by a crowd of stranger. I was standing onto the dais as a truly blushing bride, totally humiliated and close to collapse at the thought of the ordeal now only minutes away now that I was able to be pretty and sensual. The feel of my petticoats swishing against my legs and of my huge, heavy gown, with the train, moving with my head was an experience I would never forget. I felt myself begin to blush.

I looked at the minister through my ghunghat and then looked at my groom. My groom gave me a ravenous look, and my cheeks turned pink with pleasure. I smiled shyly back and blushed with embarrassment. I felt my knees go weak. Looking into my groom’s eyes I felt my heart skip a beat. He was so cute and strong and forceful. I felt smaller, weaker, and helpless… and it was a real turn-on. My erect cock was lifting my petticoats. I felt obligated to do something. I was, after all, his future wife. I moaned and writhed passionately now, my maleness stripped away.

My body, trembling with excitement at the thought of being a wife of somebody for life, it sent my blood rushing uncontrollably to my midsection. I could clearly see his face now. I could feel the blood rushing through my body as I stared at him trying to figure out where I’d seen him before. I could feel my legs starting to tremble and those butterflies feeling deep at the bottom of my stomach begin to start fluttering. Then I felt a burning sensation begin to start spreading on my cheeks and I quickly looked away. I bet he was laughing at me inside his head.

I knew that I was blushing madly and I would have done anything to stop blushing.

The preacher began the ceremony.

This was the moment– This made it all worthwhile–all the hard work and the sacrifice, even the many humiliations–just to be standing here now, the blushing bride on her wedding day. What a lovely feeling! I was going to marry today. I was going to become a wife of somebody. After few moments I was going to lose my freedom I was going under control of my husband.

To be honest, I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. My mind was focused on the thought of what I was doing here…standing in front of a crowd of people fully attired as a woman, as a bride…suddenly aware of the tactile sensations of this very feminine Bridal gown and the delightful caress of my ghunghat.

I turned and faced my soon-to-be husband. His face was familiar to me. A remarkable resemblance with him and Kajol was there. His hairs were darker and combed in a style. He wore a classic suit. His groomsman was also a boy dressed the same way as Shambhu. Both had sideburns to the middle of their ears and what appeared to be beard shadows! From three pews or farther away we looked like any couple in love getting married. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled warmly. My knees almost gave way.

Preacher said, “Do you Shambhu accept this woman Sanju as your wedded wife?”

He was holding my hands and saying, “I do.” Shambhu held my hand tightly as though I might try to escape his clutches but I knew that all attempts of escape were over now. I could never escape him and I would be Mrs. Rajasthani until I died. Despite Shambhu’s happiness, I was still struggling to come to terms with the enormity of what had happened. Shambhu had taken steps that I would be his wife and not want for anything in the future. All I must do is look pretty and do all the things a young wife must do.

As the bride, I was experiencing a touching and pleasurable sensation. I was shivering heavily in my ghunghat. My face felt hot and I knew it was scarlet with embarrassment. I wanted to shrink back down into my huge Bridal gown & ghunghat.

Then, came the part had been dreading. The preacher asked me to bend over and touch feet of my groom and follow his sentences as Rashmi.

I did it with embarrassment and shame. My cock was almost an 8″ long. I bent down at Shambhu feet and touched his shoes. They were heavy leather shoes. My face felt hot with embarrassment. I then followed preacher’s lines

“I accept you Shambhu to be my wedded husband. I promise to be faithful to you, to give and to receive, to care and console, to inspire and respond. I will serve you when we are together. I hereby offer Shambhu the submission of my person and myself into Shambhu’s guidance. Through my acceptance him as my husband, I willingly expect to be trained, dominated, guided and punished as necessary for lifetime. I agree that during our marriage life I will be under the complete control of Shambhu. I as a wife will practice the virtues of loyalty, obedience and respect. Disobedience or failure will result in punishment as seen to be appropriate by Shambhu. I agree to be trained in any way they deem appropriate. I accept that this wedding will bind me as a wife to Mr. Shambhu and is dedicated to the accomplishment of its goals.”

I wanted to run like hell. I am not entirely sure I can go through with this. Actually being … man, it’s a terrifying thought! Making that kind of commitment, spending the rest of my life as a wife of this person, being completely and totally subordinate to him.

“Do you, Sanju in Bridal gown and ghunghat, take this man Shambhu to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health?”

My heart was beating at an unbelievable pace. My face felt a rush of blood. My tongue barely moved as I said, “I, Do” I stated in the demure feminine voice I had practiced for years.

My cock always responded in a most positive manner to this form of stimulation, growing to its fullest.

I was shivering and had to balance myself in my heavy gown. I was grinning with most of my front teeth on display, as groom looked me over past my ghunghat. Now I was his wife in the ghunghat & bridal gown.

I looked at Rashmi. She was smiling, her hands up to her face as if she couldn’t believe I had really gone through with it. Well, I had a husband now. I was going to live out my life as a wife. And serve my husband, as a wife should be.

I did remember though, having to look at my new husband, and to make a vow to honor him, to serve him, and to obey him. When I vowed to obey him, a strange little glint came into his eye, for just the briefest moment. But, I had seen it. Then he took my hand and placed the wedding ring on it. My hands were trembling at that time. I was now a married woman. My maleness was hard as a rock

I heard the minister say those magic words: “By the power that is vested in me, by the territory in which we live, I now pronounce you to be a husband and wife. You may cane the bride, sir.”

It was official. I was a woman, a married woman now! I was a WIFE NOW! I got a shiver of embarrassment.

My husband Shambhu raised his arm holding the cane in air and suddenly brought it down on my bottom a sweet pain went through my body and I smiled coyly at him, I closed my eyes and waited for second cane to arrive at my gown clad bottom. It came, and, so did awareness with it. I blushed with fear and shame, as my own cock sprang to life amidst the cottons, satins and silk of my petticoats. I did not want this. I was not a queer. Neither was Shambhu. What was going on inside of us?

Clearly, the innocence my white gown pretended is a farce in the light of my humiliation and subjugation. “My husband” I whispered to myself. I was almost embarrassed by saying it, but no one heard me in the excitement of people clapping and the organ music. The photographs showed me smiling radiantly as I walked out of the sanctuary on Shambhu’s arm, my head down with shame everyone was celebrating my new status as Mrs. Sanju Shambhu Rajasthani. I was a married woman ready to take her place in society. I was a married woman ready to submit to her husband’s conjugal desires. I was a married woman ready to start a new home with my new husband. I was a married woman.

I had just become Mrs. Sanju Rajasthani. I would have to get my name changed on my driver’s license, passport, credit cards, etc. I was starting to understand what women give up when they get married. I sensed all eyes upon me as walked carefully with my bouquet in one hand and the other, held by a cute, handsome gentleman. No doubt, we made a nice looking couple.

Then I endured the long greeting line. All the ladies laughed at me and congratulated me on getting one of the best husbands in the county. Everyone who attended the reception was thrilled and happy for us when they came through the reception line. I was still in heaven and Shambhu and I considered each other married to one another. I was now Sanju Shambhu Rajasthani. Mrs. Shambhu Rajasthani. I was a married woman and would remain so the rest of my life.

I was swirling around in my huge petticoats & gown with my fully erect cock; I was enjoying my new status as a wife.

I of course smiled and kept trying to move closer to Shambhu, to make it look like all I wanted to do was for him to get me away from there. The ceremony went on for what seemed like hours, and I did not know about the other brides, but standing in one place for 3 hours in a huge bridal gown was not that easy. My feet were KILLING me, I started to shift back and forth as the pain started to run up and down my spine, standing still in uncomfortable clothes was difficult my feet and thighs were aching! Shambhu was sitting on the chair to take a rest, but as a bride I was not allowed to sit.

I very quickly, too quickly for my own comfort, got used to feeling of my husband’s presence besides me, and his power on mine, and raising my face to look at his face like an obeying bride was a loving embarrass. I was feeling no pain, and enjoying every second of being the bride, the most honored person at a wedding. What a feeling was that now I was a wife I have a husband too. Now I was under total control of my husband Shambhu.

Shambhu was meeting various people and I was following him like most obedient wife. I felt myself surrendering to my husband. I was convinced that I had truly become a fulfilled wife at this very moment. I was content. I was confident. And, I was ready for my Wedding night. I wanted desperately to serve Shambhu as my husband, and have his control over me.

Each step I was following him was requiring lot of efforts! Thanks to my voluminous petticoats and heavy bridal gown.

Finally Rashmi said, “Come on, newlyweds, let’s cut the cake and open the presents.”

As we approached the top of the great staircase the hubbub of talking below got louder. Rashmi went on ahead to warn the guests and then we stepped on to the landing and began our slow and stately descent, Shambhu in her beautiful black suit and me in the loveliest bridal gown. The guests below burst into spontaneous applause as I set foot on the first step. It was hard, beneath that mass of frill of my petticoats, for my foot to find the stair. I made sure that it was secure before I moved my weight on to it and then began the descent with Shambhu at my side. Whether he would have been much help had.

I stumbled I do not know but he was not tested. I put a dainty toe on to the next step and the gown followed, swishing against the carpet and caressing my thighs beneath there.

The gown, my petticoat, my long hair, the occasion all made moving like a female easier for me. Cameras flashed and there was an admiring murmur coming up to greet me. My cock spent an awful lot of time fully erect. The official photographer asked the crowd to move away and sent us back up the stairs to make our descent again for her benefit. Going back up the stairs was more difficult than descending as my gown kept getting caught beneath my sandals and I had to lift the gown and all its petticoats while letting my long hair slip down over my lower arms. It was a wonderful experience. The photographer sent Rashmi up to tidy up my gowns and then I made the descent again, this time for her alone. I had to make several descents because she wanted pictures of me alone as well as with Shambhu but I did not mind being the center of attention. My lovely gown with its lacy bodice gave me such pleasure. I knew I was a stunningly beautiful bride. I was enjoying the Bridal Gown!

All the guests laughed as we went through the typical cake-cutting-and-feeding Rashmi. Then came the gifts. Rashmi gave us each a box. Inside mine I found an envelope and a beautiful pearly white bridal Saree & Blouse, which I was told to hold up.

Any movement that I made, any squirming, rewarded me with a higher plateau of arousal as the cotton of my petticoats caressed my erect cock.

Then I opened up the envelope and read out-loud the note inside.

“Every girl dreams about her wedding and fantasizes about her first night. To complete your trip into womanhood, I am giving you a great first wedding night gift a lovely bridal saree. This Saree is special which Madhuri wore in 100Days. You and Shambhu are going to Shambhu Haveli. Your clothes and everything you may need are already there.

I have packed lot of Sarees, blouses, petticoats and Ghagras. Have a good time. And don’t worry; all girls are nervous on their wedding night. Don’t forget to touch each and everybody’s feet properly from your Sasural”

I was Mrs. Sanju Rajasthani! Wow! The change in my life was just starting to hit me. I had been single, now after the “I do’s” I was a responsible woman, a wife and of course a Bahu of big Khandan.

I have become a wife! That was happened in such a short time! No wonder I was so tense and excited! Then we walked hand in hand to the front door, he in his tux and me in my white wedding gown, Shambhu headed to the car and I gathered up the petticoats of my Gown on the arm of my husband taking care of my huge bridal gown. Everyone outside the church stopped to stare at the two newlyweds. I was floating on a cloud of euphoria. I HAD A HUSBAND NOW!! Limousine pulled out from a parking spot and stopped in front of us. The back window had “JUST MARRIED” written on it. While sitting in the car I wrestled with the big cotton petticoats, trying to fit the dress into the seat with me! It looked like I had a two-foot high pile of satin and cotton on my lap.

Now I as a beautiful Bride was being driven to the house of this man who had just taken ownership of me, as though my wishes did not matter. I was excited to be with my husband – but I had zero control over myself! This really was my fantasy come true, I was so turned on by the fact, that I didn’t know where this was heading and had no control over events.

Shambhu seemed so matter of fact, so levelheaded. I smiled at him. My cock was pressing against my petticoats now and I just had to look at it. It felt so huge,

We smiled all the time during the drive and felt the brand new feeling of being married girl. It felt so new and exciting! To be a Bahu of a big Khandan…but from inside I was scared a lot I was thinking of my then in-laws my Nanadis (Husband’s sisters) and Devars (Husband’s younger brothers) and not to forget my Sas (Mother-in-law) and their dominance over me.

By now the limo had drawn up to a forbidding looking stone manor house an old Haveli (Old huge villa). After a little difficulty untangling in gown and petticoats I came out of the car. Taking care of my huge bridal gown and long hair, I followed Shambhu up the short flight of steps and through the doorway. We then entered into my husband’s haveli.

What now? Please, please don’t get inside, I begged my husband in my mind. I don’t want to go in his Haveli! I don’t want to go to my Sasural! I am not a woman I am a Man. But my transvestite persona was enjoying my difficult situation.

My mind raced. It was almost a dream come true to see what it would be like to be someone’s wife. But how could I live here for my entire life as a Bahu of this Khandan? Was I ready for that yet? How something like this work would and what else would I have to do to make it convincing?

I will have to spend my whole life in a Haveli dressed in either Lehanga-Cholis or Sarees with my face covered in ghunghat.

I will have to live in mother-in-law’s dominant laws

And I will have to touch her feet again and again

I will have to clean the elder brother-in-law’s room

I will have to pull down my ghunghat again and again…

I will have to sweep the younger sister-in-law’s room

I will have to listen her taunts again and again…

I will have to cook at your my husband’s house

I will have to bear his dominance again and again…

“I’ll do it,” I blurted out. My whole body went taut with fear for a second.

There were lots of people gathered in the hall. My Nanadis Deepika escorted me to a side by room where she helped me to remove my bridal gown. I found that I liked having my body encased in the silken rigidity of the bridal gown. I did not relish removing either my petticoats or the wedding gown at the end of the day.

Deepika then handed over two big pink petticoats and a nice pink Lehanga-Choli. I wore that Lehanga-cholis with petticoat within seconds, Deepika then adjusted the chunni and helped me to tie my hair in a long choti, which was now running up to my bottom. Then Deepika selected golden and red bangles and preferred lot of them. Deepika tied up Pajeb, Anklet, Bichuas (rings worn on toes) on me. I was now wearing golden bracelet with little red hearts in between and false diamond shinning there. Deepika then put on necklace, my hand Jewelry i.e. rings chained to each other then meeting in center on outer side of your hand to one of the heart type medium sized golden thing and then to bracelet. Then she took matching Tikka and tried to put earring and a heavy nose ring with chain in my nose.

In five minutes Amita joined us and brushed my long hair. The long hair covered my back fully and touched my buttocks. In a few minutes Amita had plaited the hair in a single plait, embarrassment is what it was. She swung the plate around my shoulder and let it rest on my right shoulder. Now I was quite close to being a traditional bride. And I blushed looking at myself. Deepika put her arms around me, lifted my chin and leaned forward to cover my face with ghunghat. I smiled helplessly at her.

I was now a typical Hindu bride. With every slight movement of me, my jewelry was making lot of sweet noise. My choti was caressing my back. I was now a sweet little Bahu of this Khandan ready to obey, ready to serve.

The short sleeves and cuffed neckline of Choli were made from the same material as my Lehanga and was further decorated with dozens of pearls, mirrors and rhinestones. The full Lehanga flared at the bottom and had more pearls, mirrors and rhinestone decoration on it. I felt like a Rajasthani Dulhan a real regal from Rajasthan.

I watched my reflection in the mirror become unrecognizable. With the modification that had occurred already I could feel myself being physically molded into my new social role of a daughter-in-law of this Khandan. By my appearance society would expected me behave and act accordingly. “Sanju Bhabhi you will have to be very careful while walking in this Lehanga-Choli with Ghunghat over your face” said Amita. “You must be particular in covering your face with ghunghat before your in-laws”

I felt scared and shivering while standing there. I wondered what this wedding would do to me. I was going to become a wife… and Amita & Deepika’s Bhabhi. I wasn’t a man anymore. Before couple of hours I had become a wife. Heck! I was now a Bhabhi as soon as I became a wife. I laughed for the first time that day. I am SO going to make Amita & Deepika call me ‘Sanju Bhabhi’. My cock was straining against the folds of my petticoats & Lehanga.

Amita & Deepika told me that I must call them Amita ji, Deepika ji in future and they then proceeded to tell me that they would be responsible for ensuring that I learnt how to live as a woman as a Bhabhi. They would show me how to walk and talk as a woman. Amita added saying, “The hardest part will be getting you used to be treated as a daughter-in-law of this haveli. You will learn that you are completely at our mercy. As a woman you will be physically weaker and your emotions will be changed. Even if you find it hard to believe now”

I feared the unknown more than anything I had ever feared in my whole entire life before. I blushed, and looked at my feet. It was always a real humiliation to see someone like Amita & Deepika who despite of being girls wear T-shirts & Jeans, because they always seemed to laugh hysterically whenever I tried to look at them through my Ghunghat.

Soon my husband Shambhu joined us he was wearing a nice Jodhpuri suite. “No need to be shy, Bhabhi” she smiled placing her hand at my waist. I didn’t like the feel of it. Her smile, however, was natural and reassuring. Gently, she led me back in to the living room. Somehow, I felt so weak and utterly feminine being gently guided by Nanadis Amita’s hand. The swish of petticoats & Lehanga about my thighs and ankles nearly caused my knees to buckle.

We then left the room and made our way to main hall. It was physically difficult to maneuver the Lehanga-Choli out of the narrow door of the room. The weight of the Lehanga & petticoat was heavy on my waist and the size of the Lehanga made movement very tricky. I wondered how I would feel if I had to bend over to touch feet of my in-laws in this Lehanga-Choli with Ghunghat.

I was able to appreciate better the feel of the Lehanga-Choli & petticoats. To move in it was bliss, especially accompanied by my Nanandi Amita & my Husband Shambhu. I caught a glimpse of myself through my Ghunghat in the mirror at the end of the corridor and sighed. I looked gorgeous indeed. Shambhu smiled happily as I enjoyed the Lehanga-Choli. As we approached the hall the hubbub of talking inside got louder. Amita went on ahead to warn the guests and then we stepped in to the hall, Shambhu in his beautiful cream Jodhpuri suit and me in the loveliest bridal Lehanga-Choli. The guests inside burst into spontaneous applause as we set our feet inside. The whole room applauded while I strode forth in my pink heavy Lehanga-Choli.

My Lehanga-Choli was heavy to walk in, almost as if it had weights attached to it; and the thick, constricting petticoats caused the Lehanga to sway from side to side making it impossible to walk in. I was very nervous walking restrained in ghunghat out there helplessly in the hall by myself. Ghunghat is a tortures thing it gives constant remembrance to you that as Bride you have no right to breathe fresh air or have a clear vision of outside world. Ghunghat restricts both the things nicely. It’s sort of personal cage. It’s a lifetime punishment Ghunghat reminds you that you have lost you personal identity when you became wife. You have no control over your life you are going to serve your husband and in-laws. I have waited too long to be a Bhabhi and a housewife.

I could feel a shiver go down my spine. The ghunghat was suffocating. My heart was beating fast as I tried to see through my Ghunghat. As we entered all the guests stood up and welcomed with clap. We were walking slowly with my eyes on floor through my Ghunghat. My Ghunghat was restricting my vision, but I guessed around 20-25 of them in living room. As we were walking towards center I was feeling shy and nervous. This increased my heartbeat even more. I was blushing in shame and that made my face look extra rosy. I could feel the silk on my body. I could hear the sound of my Pajeb, Bangles and other Jewellary in the room though there was a light music playing on. As I was seeing towards floor thus could watch border of my Lehanga.

As I walked I felt a sensation of Ghunghat rubbing my over my facial skin. I was holding my ghunghat by one hand and my other hand was engaged in holding my extra large Lehanga-Choli. That’s the time I was standing in front of my in-laws. What was strange was not being able to just look through the ghunghat at their faces. I had my Ghunghat covering my face it blocked my view. And of course, having a Lehanga & petticoats swirling around my legs was really different. I kept my eyes in front down through my pink ghunghat and took very short steps in my huge Lehanga-Choli. I was now too scared.

Shambhu introduced me to my new Mother-in-law Rekha ji. I bent down before Rekha ji to touch her feet as a respect my Lehanga spreading wide around my legs. Rekha ji just ignored me. I coughed delicately, causing Rekha ji’s attention to come up as I held my submissive pose. Rekha ji was wearing a golden saree her hairs too were tied in a long thick choti (braid of long hair). She took my choti in her hand and admired the length and thickness of it. Rekha ji then compared my choti with her choti. While looking into my Sas’s eyes I felt my heart skip a beat.

My Sas said “Bahurani touch feet of your Devar, Nanadis and all the guests”

“Ji Hukkuum (yes! Your highness)” I replied.

My gaze fixed on the ground terrified all the time lest I should trip over someone’s feet. I was feeling very shameful. I could hardly see through the gold embroidered chunni of my Lehanga, the tinsel tickled my nose and I wanted to sneeze. I had never felt so nervous before. I walked cautiously lest I trip over someone’s feet in the congested hall. I bent down to touch the feet I vaguely heard ‘Be a Bahu for lifetime’ the words barely registered in my mind all I was aware of was the next pair of feet I must touch without losing my balance. The heavy & full pleated Lehanga-Choli the gold, the Ghunghat all combined to make me feel as if I was a heavy log of wood that had no mobility.

Then Kajol showed me my Brother-in-laws Puja ji & Sameera ji I bent down once again to touch their feet both were in nice suites. Although they were younger than me it is compulsory to a Bhabhi to touch her Nanad & Devar’s feet. Then I bent down before my Sister-in-laws Deepika ji & Amita ji both were in Jeans & T-shirts. My Lehanga was swishing against my legs and my long thick choti was moving with my head. As I awkwardly bent down to touch the feet of what seemed to me hundred men and women they said “look at her she does not even know how to touch the feet properly”. I was a little helpless Bahu bending before everybody they were enjoying it.

I looked at Amita & Deepika past my ghunghat. They were smiling, their hands up to their face as if they couldn’t believe I had really become their Bhabhi. I blushed with fear and shame & my own cock sprang to life amidst the petticoat and folds of my Lehanga. My mind was focused on the thought of what I was doing here…standing in front of a Amita & Deepika fully attired as a bride, as a Bhabhi…suddenly aware of the tactile sensations of the very feminine Bridal Lehanga-Choli and the delightful caress of Ghunghat.

“Sanju Bhabhi does not look so confused soon you will know everyone. It is in these families that you will have to make your reputation as a good devoted daughter-in-law. Don’t ever forget that your head must always remain covered” Amita said solemnly and with authority as touched Amita’s feet.

I love being humiliated this way and have learned to crave this unique form of female dominance and public humiliation. Suddenly everyone was talking about “the man in the Lehanga-Choli & Ghunghat.”…

A Dandiya show was arranged there to greet new bride. All of my in-laws sat on sofas. No one offered me a seat. As a Rashmial Bahu is not supposed to sit in presence of her Sas & Devar. I was standing there with embarrassment and shame in my Ghunghat. My cock was almost an 8″ long. Ten professional artists presented nice show. For three hours I was standing there in my restricting bridal attire Lehanga-Choli with ghunghat over my face. Standing again in one place for 3 hours in a huge bridal Lehanga-Choli & Ghunghat was not that easy. My feet were KILLING me, I started to shift back and forth as the pain started to run up and down my spine, standing still in uncomfortable ghunghat was difficult my feet and thighs were aching!

Thanks god the show ended soon. Rekha ji ordered me to serve Cold drink to everybody. With embarrassment & taking care of my Lehanga, Ghunghat and choti. I served it to all my in-laws sitting in the hall carrying the glass of Cold drink on a silver-serving tray. My cock was responding to my embarrassment. It was rubbing with my thick petticoat. It was dancing over the sweet sound coming out of my Payals and bangles.

For me it was a strange experience to serve the people with cold drink as a woman. It was a disturbing but also somehow a very thrilling experience, but when I saw myself in one of the big mirrors that lined one wall of the room, I saw it was right. There was nothing of a boy to be seen, only a pretty woman dressed in the bridal wear Lehanga-Choli serving her in-laws with Ghunghat over her face. Eventually, I gave in to my obvious femininity and I just enjoyed it.

My mother-in-law said,” Bahu make sure you keep your legs straight and bend at the waist whenever to serve people who are seated. Make sure your face is properly covered with ghunghat.”

It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. I had fallen so easily into this role of a daughter-in-law of this home being dominated by my in-laws. I reluctantly pulled my Ghunghat well over my face and shyly went in to the kitchen. In the midst of my terrible shame working my way around the hall, I served each guest. Leaning forward from my waist. I could feel the heaviness of the petticoats & Lehanga-Choli as I moved my body and the frills of petticoats swirled around my ankles. It felt delightful. As I served, I gave each person in front of me a view of my beautiful Ghagra-cholis, my face covered in Ghunghat & My long choti while those behind got to see my petticoats peeping out of my Lehanga. The voluminous Lehanga-Choli seemed to take on a life of its own, swishing noisily around my legs, and with every mincing step I could feel the petticoats tugging deliciously on my legs and caressing my penis.

Both Amita and Deepika were clearly enjoying my dilemma. Their shrieks of laughter would have been infectious if it were not me that was decked out in such feminine splendor serving my new in-laws for the first time. That put a burden on me that I wasn’t sure I could handle. Could I really appear to enthusiastically become the perfect Rajasthani woman? The perfect Rajasthani wife? The perfect Rajasthani Bahu? The perfect Rajasthani Bhabhi? But it was reality now I cannot run! From being wife!

“Shall I go to the bedroom and wait for you, Mrs.Sanju?” Shambhu asked me.

“You know once inside I’m expecting you to perform your wifely duties,” he said with the cutest wink.

My in-laws then led me to the side by room again where they gave me two white petticoats each was full and heavy with lot of frills at bottom. I slid in to it. Then Deepika helped me to wear the matching blouse it was full sleeved and made out of same material as that of Saree. The Saree had pearls sewn on the pallu, small with an iridescent shine to them. Rashmi purposefully selected the full sleeves. They were giving a slight reminder of my past days being a man in full-sleeved shirt. Amita then helped me to wear the Saree. The Saree was exactly same as that of the Saree worn by Madhuri in “100Days” on her wedding night. It was heavy and having a silver border. My hairs once again were tied in long choti. Now it was tied loosely to show the volume. They were reaching up to my knees.

I was then asked to sit on a stool where Puja inserted twelve silver & golden bangles in each wrist. My hands suddenly became heavy. Then time for Payals they tied double chained Payals in my feet they were also heavy. Then a silver waist belt having lot of tinny bells was tied around me. Then a huge Zhanzhra was attached to my waist. All were now making lot of noise. Then my Sas Rekha ji arrived there with a wooden box in her hand. As a respect I got up, adjusted the pallu of my saree, made sure that the pleats in front were properly arranged and bent over to touch Rekha ji’s feet once again.

Rekha ji came forward and said, “Bahurani make a practice to keep Ghunghat in presence of elders”

I covered my face with Ghunghat of my Saree. Rekha ji then opened the box in that there was biggest nose ring I have ever seen. Rekha ji inserted it in to my nose it was heavy. A chain was also attached to it. Rekha ji attached other end of that chain in to my hairpin. The chain also was attached with tinny bells they were caressing my chicks. The sudden sensation of tugging weight as elegant nose ring and small chains swung from my nose to ears, made my member spring to life.

Then I was allowed to see in the mirror, as I saw myself, I nearly fainted I had to swallow, really hard. From head to toe, everything that defined me as a male was gone. My long hair neatly tied in a long choti, which was kept on front from my right shoulder from under the pallu, I found myself standing slightly bent at my waist as an obedient Bahu.

The feel of the Saree that hugged my body was fantastic. The layers of silk chiffon were flowing around my body. I had never felt this wonderful in whole life and hoped it would never end.

Ladies were seeing me as a goat that shall be chopped soon by lion called Shambhu. I too was shivering with fear and time ahead me. I saw towards some of them for help but no one was ready to cooperate. I saw some girls laughing very cruelly and wishing me great luck for my night ahead. Some ladies really looked at me with all the pity as they realised what I am going to get.

While enduring these taunts from my in-laws and ladies from neighbor, I managed to remain quiet. Embarrassed and blushing madly, Rekha ji then kept my choti in front and handed over a tray with glass full of milk and said, “Bahurani serve this milk to your husband and not forget touch his feet properly”

I had been summoned to stand still with my face covered with Ghunghat, but knew not what lay in store for me but didn’t care as the dream had come true I was thinking my wedding with Shambhu, which had destroyed my masculinity. Shambhu enjoyed the wedding by taking over my life to turn me into the perfectly sissy-wife. I was standing there nervously awaiting the Omni potently the moment’s arrival. I stood without moving for over an hour amid the girls my mind racing, was it a cruel joke. I felt quite nervous; I knew that in a few hours time I would be in our bedroom with my husband, as a woman. The thought made my body tremble, both with apprehension and anticipation. In many ways I probably felt like any bride on her “wedding night”.

Now all I had to do was waiting. In the suffocating Ghunghat of my bridal Saree, the sensations I was experiencing were enhanced to the point where I could think of nothing else. It was distinctly uncomfortable for me. My heavy nose ring with a heavy chain imposed their will upon my nose. The long and heavy choti of hair exerted a unique pull on my head. With my hands full with heavy bangles, I had to sit forward at a slight angle suitable for my position as a new bride. Any movement that I made, any squirming, rewarded me with a higher plateau of arousal as the cotton of my petticoats caressed my erect cock. Time seemed to go very slowly, making it seem like hours.

As the minutes ticked by I became more and more nervous. I felt both terrified and yet aroused at the thought that soon my Nanadis and Sas would take me upstairs to my husband.

I was on a knife-edge of arousal and frustration.

At last the moment I had dreamed of, prayed for and feared would never come have finally arrived! All those months of being demeaned, degraded and debased now seemed worth it, the torture and the torment, the use and abuse had all coalesced into this one magical moment when I was finally going in a bedroom of my husband as a Dulhan in Saree for Suhaagraat the wedding night.

My in-laws then followed me upstairs to the bedroom where my husband was waiting for me. My in-laws were laughing and making fun of me. My saree was swishing noisily around my legs my choti was caressing my back. My face was burning in humiliation as I was led out to the bedroom, accompanied by my in-laws. It was an unforgettable moment as I made my way up the bedroom. I kept my eyes in front down through my ghunghat and took very short steps in my huge petticoats and Saree. I began to panic, my stomach lurched and my cock was straight and was rubbing on petticoat inside.

“This is it!” I said to myself as I headed the bedroom. This was the night I would actually consummate my relationship with my husband, my master we were now married. I didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous. I guess I was both. Oh! I remembered Rekha in her movies playing role of a bride

I always dreamed of a newlywed bride heading towards her husband in bridal saree & Ghunghat with long choti caressing her back from head to knees.

My hands were shaking as I thought of going in to the bedroom. I stepped into the hallway before my courage deserted me, and made myself take each step, one at a time, to the head of the stairs, and then, shaking almost visibly from nervous fear, I made myself take that first step. It had never failed to please me to see my petticoat peeping from border of my heavy Saree. As we approached the bedroom where my husband was waiting for me, my heart racing uncontrollably, I realised what a privilege it was to serve my Owner in person. Absolutely terrified of getting anything wrong, then, I entered the room my jewelry were making lot of noise. My in-laws closed the door behind me. My legs started to shake. It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. The bedroom was HUGE, and featured a large king sized wooden bed. I went slowly to the bed my Saree & petticoats were forcing me to take small steps I was nervous about being newlywed wife in front of the Husband. Husband Shambhu was resting on the bed in Dhoti-Kurta a riding cane was placed on the bedside table. The site of the cane made me feel a little nervous.

I sighed and blushed again. I put the tray on the table and bent down to touch his feet, as an obedient wife. I felt the full weight of the Saree, Nose ring and choti as I bent down.

Shambhu asked me to get up.

I was standing in front of my husband, waiting to be dismissed. Desperately awaiting my husband’s permission, his words. Helpless. I was his slave. Willing, wanting, ready, Obedient, polite, respectful, wearing beautiful Saree in my full submission and eager to obey and yet still almost terrified at what was to come.

My mouth was dry and my hands trembled. I was a twenty-three years old man, but I was dressed in a Bridal Saree, and it was my wedding night! I was actually married to this handsome tanned muscular Husband Shambhu. My friend Rashmi had brought me to the altar, and given me to Shambhu, to serve and to obey.

“You know what I could really use, new wife of mine…?” Shambhu asked.

“Go to the other side of the room Sanju, I want you walk to me and give me a nice respect by touching my feet”

“Ji Hukkuum ” I went to the other side of the room

“Come here Sanju”

I walked to the husband a little unsteady in my Bridal Saree with lot of petticoats. I stopped and gave a deep curtsey by bending over to touch his feet.

“A very good curtsey Sanju but your stride is not like a “Dulhan”. Remember Madhuri & Rekha’s steps, now go back and try again”

I repeat the exercise and have the same result, my jewelry making lot of noise

I walked back to the far side of the room the Saree & Petticoats restricting the length of my stride and making lot of noise between my legs, I turn round and walk back and curtsey to the husband.

With that Shambhu asked me to stand before him slightly bent at my waist to show how much I respect my husband.

I sensed a difference in Shambhu’s voice. I saw a sign of dominance in Shambhu’s eyes

Why we’ve chosen you as Bahu of this Khandan Sanju. Your basic problem, as indicated by your Internet files, your habits of cross dressing and a lack of respect for women especially the Rajasthani women you enjoy what they suffer in Ghunghat. It is therefore my intention that, while you are in my custody, you be forced to dress and appear as a Rajasthani wife, Bhabhi & Bahu, in the hope that in addition to punishing you, we may cure your attitude about women by making you respect how they have to live”

“I’m not gay and I know I can’t really BE a man. But at least I can live like one.” She explained, adding.

“I just want to live with the freedom a man has, to act like a man, to dress in clothes that don’t bind and restrict. I want to give orders and be obeyed and I want to be taken seriously! Thanks to Rashmi who gave me a lovely male bride like you”

“Maybe so” she giggled thoughtfully, “but I’m afraid you are just going to have to get used to that. After all, you’re going to assume the traditional housewife’s role in our relationship and I don’t want you to go through life regretting it. As my obedient little housekeeper, you’re going to have to be supportive of my career. Your efforts, though mostly behind the scenes, are going to contribute to my success as an attorney. Whether you are ironing my clothes, or just simply mopping the kitchen floor, I want you to take special pride in each little task, knowing that you are contributing to my success and our happy home.”

I looked at the floor, ashamed. I knew what she was going to say. I knew that because he was my husband and because I was the girl that I was going to do anything that he wanted me to. Worse, I wanted to.

“I’ll tell you what I want. Firstly, you made a vow when I married you that you would obey me. Do you intend to obey me, Sanju?”

Shame coursed through me. Guilt tore at my psyche. My mouth was dry and my hands trembled.

“Well, Darling, are you going to act just like a little wife for me tonight?”

“Ji Hukkuum ” I managed somehow to get the words out.

“Look, Sanju. You’re not going to be a man again. Ever again.”

Shambhu let that sink in me and continued. “You’re a woman; my wife for now on– a very pretty young Bahu of this house. And yes– you do have to wear cute clothes like Sarees and make yourself up. Its might be possible that you’ll have to change your sex completely very soon. Otherwise how will you keep your self-pretty? Being pretty is very important for a young Bahu, isn’t it?”

“Ji Hukkuum”

He grinned, “Good girl. Now I will not have to turn you bend over and spank you till you obey me.”

I looked up at him, startled. I knew that he would do that to, if he thought I needed it. I also knew that there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it either.

“Now, I want you to prove to me that you obey & serve me the way a new wife should respect her new husband.”

“What do you want me to do, Hukkuum?”

“I want you to come over here, and bend over in front of me. I want you to touch my feet once again. Then, I want you to ask me if I will let you massage it for me. Can you do that, Sanju?”

My face flushed with the deep shame I was feeling. I was ashamed of my feelings, because, I wanted to do this. This was so perverse and so wrong; yet, I wanted to do everything for this true man whom I had just married.

“Well, princess, your Lord and Master wait the servicing of his wife.”

I slowly stepped with my heavy Saree and took the five or six steps over to where he was standing. I stood there, feeling so weak and in his control. I flushed, because I loved the feeling. I looked up at his eyes, then over his dhoti-kurta and down at his feet. Very slowly, I allowed myself to bend till I could touch his shoes. I looked up at my husband. I looked straight ahead, at his feet.

I bent till his mojdi were right in front of my eyes. I just could not believe what I was doing. I touched them with my hands. I quickly slid his feet out his mojdi and slowly started massaging his dhoti covered feet. He kept telling me how good that felt and starting asking me questions and commenting on. I answered him and as he relaxed and I massaged his feet. I was effeminate, and I was kneeling, before my husband, and, I was really serving him. He was a real man, and, I somehow had the sense that I was honoring him for what he was.

I found I couldn’t take my eyes off the cane that she was flexing in his hands as I slowly and carefully put my ghunghat over my face and stood there. Not quite knowing what to do next, I stood there, fiddling with the corner of my pallu.

Again, using the cane as a pointer, he indicated a spot at the end of the far bed and sternly said

“Come and stand over here, and hurry up, I haven’t got all night”.

Once again, I obeyed his command. I found that all my fears of Shambhu doing something to hurt me had gone, even though I knew that if he used the cane on me, it would undoubtedly hurt, it was because I agreed to it. I wanted this to go on. He was so realistic about it all. There was certainly nothing about it that felt remotely like either of us was acting.

He went on for a few minutes about how much I deserved to be disciplined, and that he intended to do it, and do it thoroughly.

Although I didn’t feel worried, I was conscious of feeling rather helpless and started to once again fiddle with the pallu of my saree. It didn’t take Kajol long to notice and he broke off from his lecture to chastise me about it.

“Stop fiddling and stand up straight” he directed, raising his voice slightly.

Immediately I dropped my hands to my sides and stood up straight. I was so nervous. I had a strange feeling within me that made me unable to disobey her, yet at the same time, I wanted to test her a little, just to hear her raise her voice at me again or punish me more for willful disobedience.

“Hold that pot on your hand” was her next order. This worried me, as I had not been expecting to stand holding a heavy pot on my head.

Shambhu still had the cane in his hand he drew it back over his shoulder then whipped it down a few times in the air beside my bottom. At that moment I drew a sharp intake of breath and held it for a second, shutting my eyes tightly, sure that she was about to land the cane on the ass with full force.

“Years ago, this is how naughty wives like you were punished” Shambhu informed me. “You would have been beaten across the back until you bled”. I gulped and swayed slightly as I stood there, my arms beginning to ache from holding a pot for so long. Still I said nothing.

Shambhu then ordered me to go to everybody’s room holding the pot on my head and to wash their feet with water from the pot. It was most embarrassing duty every Rajasthani Bahu has to do on her wedding night. Now I was also going to do the same shameful thing. I went to my Sas, Devar and Nanadis room washed their feet. I lost my remaining male-ego there washing Amita & Deepika’s feet. I tried to look past my ghunghat both were making fun of me.

When I returned to our bedroom, Shambhu allowed me to put the pot down. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I stood there, subconsciously playing with the tail of my choti once more. Again she noticed it.

“Stop fiddling. Hold your ghunghat properly with both hands”, she ordered.

Yet again I complied with her order. I simply didn’t seem able to disobey her. She stood there for a couple of seconds before telling me to keep my choti on front side. I obeyed her yet again. I stood there before her, feeling rather self-conscious. I don’t like my body at the best of times, but all I could think of at that time was that I dared not disobey her.

Shambhu walked round me, still scolding me and telling me that I was about to have the most severe caning I could imagine. It still didn’t seem real, at least not until she told me to stand bent over on the bed.

This was it; I was getting into position to be caned. It still didn’t register that in a few moments; I would feel that cane whipping down into my flesh. My mind was just enjoying the sound of her authoritative voice too much to register what was about to happen.

Shambhu made me stand bent over on the bed with my arms stretched out ahead of me. I buried my face into my ghunghat. I didn’t want to see when she was about to raise the cane to use it. Adding to this, the bent over position made the nose ring to add weight on my nostril. I was gasping for breath in my heavy ghunghat.

It wasn’t long before I felt her tapping the end of the cane against my backside. I felt my mouth go dry as he told me that he was about to cane me, and that I deserved every stroke. The room went silent for what seemed like ages, but was in fact only one or two seconds, until I heard the swish of the cane cutting through the air before it landed across my waiting backside. Although I flinched, I did not cry out, as I am not a very vocal person when I am being spanked/disciplined. However, to say it did not hurt would be far from the truth. I’d only experienced a couple of strokes of the cane before in my life, and they had hurt immensely at the time, but that was with a really light willow cane.

Shambhu was using a senior rattan cane, about three feet long with the crook handle sawn off. As I lay there, the second stroke landed just below the first and as I flinched, I also wondered how many strokes I would be able to take before I used my safe word. Would I be able to take much more than my previous record of two? I wanted to, not only for my own sake, but also for Kajol. I would have felt terribly guilty if he had driven all the way down country, only to give me two strokes of the cane.

Before I could think anymore, the cane landed a third time and I clenched my teeth and eyes, as well as my fists. The pain was beginning to build.

Shambhu obviously meant business and also knew what he was doing as after those three strokes, he moved round to the other side of the bed to deliver more strokes from the opposite angle. I turned my head in the opposite direction as yet again I didn’t want to see when the stroke was about to land. I didn’t have long to wait before the cane whipped across my flesh for the fourth stroke. The fifth and sixth strokes followed shortly afterwards. I’d beaten my record and taken a true ‘six of the best’. Despite the searing pain in my backside, I had a sense of pride that I could now say to other spanking friends, that I had actually had a proper ‘six of the best’ caning.

I lay there for a moment, not knowing if Shambhu intended to deliver any more strokes, but then I realised that he was allowing me time to recover from the strokes he had just delivered, probably taking in the sight of me laying there at his mercy. Moments later I heard him speak.

“Stand up” he ordered, still in his loud voice but I could just detect a hint of concern for me. He knew as well as me that this was an achievement for both of us, and I think he wanted to check that he was not going too far too soon.

“Tidy up that other bed” Shambhu snapped.

I yet again obeyed him, not daring to answer back, even to confirm that I would do as I think by this time, Shambhu had made his own assumptions as to how much I could take, as he ordered me to get up. Slowly, and with much effort and every muscle in my body crying out, I crawled backwards down the bed and stood on the floor.

“Go and stand over there in the corner,” he ordered, pointing to the area just in front of the dressing table by the window.

Obediently I did so, unable to resist his commands, or to put up any verbal resistance should I have wished to do so. Had I just flopped down exhausted on the bed there and then (for I was truly exhausted) I know she would have stopped, but still, deep within me, I wanted to carry on as far as I could.

I stood in the corner, facing the wall where it met the curtains at the window. I was conscious of the fact that in this position she could see my punished bottom from all angles. I could hear her moving around behind me, but didn’t dare look back. In any case I didn’t have the energy. I reached back with one hand to feel my stinging bottom and was rewarded with Shambhu telling me to stand still and put my hands on my head. I obeyed but the effort of holding my own arms up was almost as much torture as taking the last few strokes of the cane.

I remember trying my best to stay still, but swaying all around me and at least a couple of times I had to put my hand out against the furniture or window to steady myself. I could feel myself getting very light headed again, and just as I felt I was about to pass out, I was so tired to stand there. My limbs & back were aching to move. But I wouldn’t though; if I moved without permission I was warned of being punished to clean all the floors with a toothbrush and given the spanking of my life! He made sure that my punishment was severe enough that I would rather stand there motionless for any length of time.

Now I was completely at my husband’s mercy. It was an amazingly stimulating situation. I found myself wishing I could play with my dick; I was so horny I needed to just jerk off. Shambhu was treating me like a real newly wedded wife. It gave me intense pleasure to be reduced to nothing more than being a wife in her Bridal Saree & Ghunghat on her first night. My dick was rock hard the whole time I was standing there and I was aching to touch it.

I moved my head back and I looked up at him. Shambhu was smiling down at my submissiveness.

“Come darling,” Shambhu said as he took my glass and led me back into the bedroom.

“Shambhu, please! Please don’t do this. Please? I can’t Shambhu,” I pleaded. “Now, now Sanju. You know what we discussed in the limo. Now, be a good girl.” he said as he positioned me near the bed.

“Well then, tell me you love me!” I cried and stomped my foot, desperately wanting him to trigger my Sanju personality. But I looked more like a woman wanting some form of affirmation.

“I do, Sanju. I do.” he said softly and then, taking me by my slim waist, he pulled me in and kissed me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth. There was no shift. All I felt was his cock stiffen against my tummy and my rear starting to lubricate again.

“I’m turning him on again!” I thought.

Suddenly I found myself pulling him closer and kissing him back! What was happening?

We broke the kiss and I was staring into his eyes. I was now totally mesmerized.

“Take my shirt off,” he whispered.

Slowly, as if in a spell, I fumbled a little with the studs due to my long red nails. Then opening his shirt, I let out an involuntary “Oohh” as I gazed at his sculpted chest. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and slowly slid my hands down to rest on his firm pectorals. I looked up at him again.

He gently took my shoulders. Softly, he said, “On your knees, princess.”

“Yes, sir” I whispered.

I fluffed out my Lehanga, trying to look and feel as feminine as possible, and slowly knelt before my husband. Looking up at him demurely, I awaited his next instruction.

He looked down and said, “Undo my pants.”

Hands trembling, I reached his belt and unfastened it. I then unbuttoned his trousers and pulled the zipper down.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” I thought as I slid his slacks down his legs.

“She’ll be on her knees tonight!” I heard mother gleefully say this morning.

Then my eyes widened as I saw the outline of his massive cock in his underwear.

“Like it, Sanju? I hear you’re a good cocksucker.”

Still gazing at his member, I just nodded.

“Take it out. Show me,” he whispered.

Taking his shorts by the hips, I slid them down and his manhood sprung loose. I let out a gasp. I looked up at Shambhu then back at his cock. It was massive! Eleven inches at least, and very thick. My sissy-clit went hard in my panties and my bottom was now soaked. I looked down at the sea of satin, tulle, and lace of my heavy silk Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick enveloping me, then back at the monster cock before me and thought sadly, “I guess I am a sissy.” But I was scared. Lubed or not, how would I ever fit that thing inside of me?!

“Impressed? I thought you’d be.” he said.

“Go on, touch it. Feel it.” he ordered.

Still trembling, I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was warm and smooth.

“I never touched another man like this in my life!” I thought.

I looked up at Shambhu and began sliding my hand up and down his manhood.

“Like this?” I said.

“Oh yes, that’s it baby girl.” he sighed, caressing my ghunghated head. Looking back at his cock, I was shocked. My ministrations caused it to grow even larger!

“Use your other hand, baby. Feel me underneath,” he said. I reached my other hand between his legs and gently cupped his balls, caressing them with my long fingernails.

“Oohhhh Yesss!” he hissed, “Now Sanju, kiss it, kiss the tip.” he commanded. “Oh my!” I thought, “This is it. I’ll have to take him in my mouth and suck him off next.”

“Now, Baby!” he ordered.

I lowered my head and gently kissed the tip of his cock, leaving a red lipstick mark. Tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, I looked back up at him, my hand still around his cock, sliding, awaiting his next command. “That was nice. Now, wrap those pretty red lips around me and suck me,” he ordered.

I looked down and slowly shook my head. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do – take another man’s cock in my mouth.

“Any time now, princess.” Shambhu said.

Trembling, ass moist, my sissy-clit hard, and tears forming, I opened my mouth and in one motion swallowed as much of him as I could. I wrapped my painted lips around him and began slowly bobbing my head up and down while sliding my hand over his shaft.

“Now, I realize that your little sissy-clit is probably straining in those pretty panties of yours,” Shambhu said, “but whatever happens you are not permitted to cum. We will keep that for later, dear. And only when I say you can, understand?”

“Mmm.” I grunted as I bobbed up and down on his meat. “Good. Oohh yesss! That’s it Sanju.” I heard Shambhu say as he guided my head with his hands.

I guess my training took over at that point. I began using my tongue to massage the underside of his cock. This really got him going as he grabbed my head and began moving his hips. I grabbed his thighs for balance as he began to furiously fuck my face. I was taught how to open my throat to accept even the largest of cocks during my training and that’s what I did to avoid gagging on his cock as he pushed his meat deeper into my mouth. I was moaning and grunting, trying to make him stop as he pistoned in and out. But this just seemed to turn him on even more. His cock got extremely stiff in my mouth and I braced myself for what I knew was coming next.

“Ready, Sanju?” Shambhu groaned.

“Mmph! Mmph!” I replied shaking my head “no”.

“Well, I’m going to cum anyway. And I want you to be a good little girl and swallow every drop. Is that clear baby?”

“Mm Mmm.” I signaled sadly.

“O-K, prin-cess. Here – It – Unnnggghhh!” he groaned. “MMMmmm! MMMmmm! I said as I tried to pull away. Shambhu held my ghunghated head firmly as load after load of warm cum began pouring down my throat. My eyes grew wide and I began swallowing. I gulped as hard and as fast as I could to keep from choking and spilling his seed, but there was so much so fast that it filled my mouth and Shambhu spilling out the corners of my lips. It was warm and salty tasting. As his orgasm finally subsided, he pulled his huge cock out of my cum filled mouth. Breathing heavily, I just sat back on my heels and stared at it. Still hard, angry and dripping. Cum swirling in my mouth, I looked down to see several drops had landed on my beautiful heavy silk Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick. “Oh No! My Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick!” I cried, trying to clean it up.

“THAT was awesome, baby! You really do know how to suck cock, Sanju.”

Shambhu said, still gasping.

I just looked up at him, pouting like a girl, breasts heaving, still catching my breath. I used my index finger to wipe his residual seed from the corners of my mouth, not realizing what a little sex kitten I looked like doing it. “Oohh baby! That’s good!” he said. “Now suck on your finger – slowly.” I did as he ordered. Gazing up at him, I put my dainty finger in my mouth and slowly and sensually sucked it dry. [Why did I do that?!?]

“That’s my girl.” Shambhu said as he extended his hand to help me up. Knees wobbling, I tried to smooth the satin Lehanga of my Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick. I then looked up past his hard chest to his strong face. I looked into his eyes. In my most feminine voice, I asked “Satisfied, Shambhu dear?” I was hopeful. “Not yet, Sanju. This was only part one.” he replied. “There’s a lot more to go, sweets.”

“Oh dear, that’s what I was afraid of.” I thought. I looked up at my husband, “Then, will you help me out of my Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick first, dear?” I asked sweetly. “In time, lover.” he answered as he caressed my face. “First, I want to take your virginity with you dressed just as you are – in your heavy silk Lehanga, the match of your maroon lipstick, feeling all girly & feminine as ever while I take you. I’m going to fuck you like the sissy you are. Then later, I’m going to make love to you like the woman you will have become. I want to see Sanju emerge and blossom into womanhood before my eyes.” he said, and kissed my forehead. “Now, why don’t you go brush your teeth and clean up a bit before we get to Part two?”

My mouth was still sticky from all the cum I had swallowed, so that sounded good to me. “Yes sir.” I nodded.

In the bathroom, I rinsed my mouth of Shambhu’s sticky cum and gargled. I stared at the bride in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. Her motions were the same as my own, once again confirming that she was me. I rinsed again and began fixing my makeup. I watched in the mirror as the bride patted her face, applied mascara to my lashes and fixed my blush. She ran a tube of red lipstick over my lips, pursed, and then blotted them with a tissue. Stepping back, I just stared at her. She was perfect. Sighing, I resigned myself to my fate. I had to become a woman and his wife. It was the law. I had no other place to go. Looking closely, I wondered if Sanju was in there. If she is, I wish she would come out now. Gathering the Lehangas of my Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick, I turned and went back into the bedroom.

Shambhu smiled as he saw me enter. “Ahhhh, Sanju dear. Feeling better?” he asked.

I looked at him and nodded.

“Good,” then leering, he said, “It’s time we bring you from girlhood to womanhood. Time to get into your panties.” He then gestured to the bed. “Up on the bed, Sanju.” he commanded.

I began recalling what that hideous brochure said.

This can be a humiliating experience for a young sissy-bride, but it is important that you show your new husband obedience. You don’t want him to get rough with you, do you?

“Yes dear.” I obeyed meekly. Gathering my slips and dress, I lay down on the bed on my back and positioned my head on the pillows. The petticoats of my Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick caused it to billow up in a sea of white satin and lace. “No, Sweetie,” Shambhu shook his head. I looked at him, puzzled. “On all fours, dear.” he said as he twirled his finger, indicating I should turn over.

You’ll more than likely be positioned on the bed, with your bottom in the air. Your legs should be about shoulder width apart, though your husband will more than likely spread your legs for you.

“Oh, yes,” I remembered. I let out an embarrassed smile as Shambhu helped me to my feet. Turning around to face the bed, I lifted the voluminous satin, lace and tulle of my Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick, spreading my Lehangas out around me. And amidst the rustling and swishing noises, I knelt up on the bed on all fours. Feeling my new breasts hanging in my panty cups, I knelt there anxiously awaiting Shambhu’s next move. I felt the bed give as Shambhu, now completely naked, got on and inched closer in behind me.

“Now, let’s see what we’ve got underneath all this feminine finery.” he said. He gathered my Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick and petticoat in his hands, and in a loud rustling move, threw them over my back. I felt embarrassed knowing another man was leering at my bottom like this. Then I remembered the bridal lingerie I had on underneath. I must have made an inviting sight, I thought. My smooth white satin-pantied bottom framed by my lacy white garters, holding up the lace tops of my sheer white stockings. All framed by my frothy petticoats. More of that brochure came to mind;

You’ll feel a bit of embarrassment as your anus comes into his view, but curve your spine upward, making your bottom “presentable”.

Leaning my head down on the pillow, I obediently curved my bottom upward so that my husband would have better access. I felt his hands caressing my smooth thighs, working their way up to feel my satin panties. He rested his hands on my silky smooth hips.

“Mmmm, you have such a nice, round ass, Sanju.” He commented. I clutched the pillows and began trembling again, when suddenly I felt a few sharp blows to my bottom. I yelped. Then I began to feel my ass moisten again.

He should react instinctively by putting his hands on your hips, and possibly giving your bottom a few “spanks” to put you in your place mentally. This is perfectly natural.

He gently rubbed my smooth bottom again. I felt his hands on either side, as he grabbed the lacy edges of my panties. I flinched as I felt him yank them, ripping them free of my body. The cool air hit my moist ass as I heard him say, “We won’t need those anymore.”

Then I began to feel him finger my “pussy”. It was so moist that he had no problem slipping several fingers into me. And the more he played with me, the wetter I became. “Just like a woman,” I thought.

He may or may not “play” with your anus, but your conditioning has assured that you’ll begin to secrete moisture at this point.

I felt him lean in closer to me and spread my ass cheeks wide. The head of his huge monster was right at the opening of my anus and I braced myself as I knew he would be entering me soon.

“Oh, no!” I thought. “This can’t be happening! I’m not a girl. Please don’t fuck me like one! Oh dear, He’ll split me in two!” I screamed in my head. “Is my bride ready?” he asked.

“No Shambhu!” I screamed into the pillow. “Please don’t do this! Please don’t.

You’ll hurt me, you’re too big!” I pleaded.

“I promise, Sanju. I’ll be gentle.” he said as he mounted me.

You’ll feel him “mount” you, and some sissies have reported this is the most humiliating aspect of sex for them, as it effectively robs you of any remaining maleness. Don’t resist your husband at this point.

I felt him grasp my thin, satiny waist and pull me towards him. Then, with a hard thrust, he pushed, opening me up and filling me with his manhood. “Nooooooo!” I screamed as my head Rani off the pillow. My eyes bulged and I began gasping as I felt his huge cock enter me.

“Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod.” I thought, “he’s really going inside of me!

Oh nooo! I’m being fucked like a girl!”

The head of a man’s penis is designed by nature to spread a female open so that the shaft can penetrate fully.

He held me firmly as he drove deeper and deeper into me. Although my natural lubrication made it easy for him, the searing pain was none the less excruciating. “Oh my god, he’s so big! I’m being split in two!” I thought as I felt his cock spreading my ass wide open, slithering further and further inside me. I was humiliated at the deepest depths of my being. With each inch that he penetrated me, I was becoming more of a woman.

“That’s it, baby,” I heard him grunt, “We’re almost there. Just a few…more…”

I squealed as he pulled my hips and made one final thrust. “….Inches!” he finished. I felt his groin press against my bottom and I knew he was all the way inside of me now. I couldn’t believe it! I was completely filled with a man’s cock!

We both just stood there motionless for a moment. My mouth wide open, gasping for air and shaking my head in disbelief. I glanced to the side for a moment and saw our reflection in the huge wall mirror. There we were, the newlywed couple consummating their marriage. The young bride – me – with her heavy silk Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick thrown over her back, her virgin bottom exposed, and her naked husband – Shambhu – behind her, holding her hips steady as he takes her virginity. Then, I felt relief as Shambhu pulled out a little, only to feel him thrust hard into me again. I cried out as our bodies made contact.

The thrusting action of a male can vary between “slow and steady” to “dominant hammering”. Your husband’s instincts will be in control here. Again, let nature take its course.

Over and over again he thrusted, all the while holding my waist steady.

“How does it feel now, Sanju?” he asked. “Are you feeling girly enough yet? Do you feel like a full woman now, my little sissy-bride? My, but you have a nice, tight little ass, GIRL!” he sneered as he thrust in and out of me. Faster and faster he moved. I cried with every thrust, feeling his groin slapping my ass as he fucked me hard. The rustling of my Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick and petticoats filled my ears. His hands firmly gripped my narrow waist. Tears began falling down my cheeks as I cried. All that ran through my mind was “He’s making me a girl! I’m becoming a woman!”

Some sissies have reported that concentrating on their breasts rubbing against the bed has helped to keep them from crying out too loudly.

I leaned forward until my breasts touched the bedspread and I buried my face in the pillow as he relentlessly took my virginity. My rear ached as he pounded it, driving his monster cock deep. I could feel it grow and become more rigid inside of me. I knew he was close to cumming. He spoke as he was thrusting. “OK sweetness, just like before. I’m going to cum hard inside of you, and as much as you might feel like it, I do not want you to cum yet.” he ordered. “Only when I say you can.” he finished.

Accepting your husband’s semen is part of life and of nature. It can be very edifying to a marriage to cry out to your husband as he’s filling you, or to even whisper intimately. The amount and heat of his ejaculation is normal, as most real men deposit between 6 – 8 ounces of semen during a single act of intercourse.

Shambhu made one final thrust and grunted as he held me firmly in place. Then it happened. He was cumming inside of me! I could feel his huge cock throbbing as he impregnated me with his seed. He held me completely still as he pumped load after load of his warm cum into me. It seemed like it would never end! I felt my tummy warm as his sperm reached deep inside of me. I threw my head back and screamed, “Nooooooo! Shambhulllllllllll Nooooooo! Pleeeaaaseeee!”

“Yesssss!” he grunted as he came.

Momentarily spent, he released his grip on my waist and pulled out of me with a pop. I just collapsed on the bed sobbing, my ass dripping with cum. I felt some shifting on the bed, and then I felt his hands slowly unbutton the back of my heavy silk Lehanga, the match of my maroon lipstick.

“What – what are you doing?” I sobbed, still buried in the pillow. “Just trying to make you comfortable, Sanju.” he replied as he undid the last button. I then felt a tug at my neck and a long “zzzzip” as he opened the back of my Lehanga, the match of your maroon lipstick, exposing my satin bridal lingerie. He inserted his hands inside the opening and around my slim waist and began massaging my sides, occasionally reaching around to feel my big milky tits. My sobbing began subsiding, and I just lay there, letting him feel me. He then leaned over and whispered, “Why don’t you stand and let me help you out of your heavy silk Lehanga, the match of your maroon lipstick, darling?”

I nodded. Shambhu then helped me off the bed. I wobbled in my heels for a moment, trembling and feeling faint. I stared at him as I pushed the puffy sleeves off my shoulders and slid the sheer sleeves off my arms. I then wiggled the dress and petticoat slip down over my hips and stepped out of them. I was now standing before my husband clad only in my white satin and lace bridal panty, sheer stockings, heels, borders and ghunghat. My sissy-clit was so shrunken, it was barely noticeable. I was about to take off my borders and ghunghat when Shambhu stopped me. “That’s OK, Sanju.” he said as he slinked his arms around me again.

“Leave it on.” he whispered as he kissed me again.

“As a matter of fact,” he continued after kissing me, “Why don’t you find something sexy to slip into over this and we’ll continue.”

I went through the set of nightsuit, the match of your maroon lipsticks and peignoirs hanging in the closet and found a short white salwar kurta made of satin with lacy trim. I slipped it over my head and felt it caress the satin panty as it settled over my hips. I then stepped into a fresh pair of lacy white satin panties, tucking myself in. Entering the bedroom again, I smiled slightly as Shambhu let out a whistle.

“I guess you like what you see, Shambhu?” I asked meekly.

“Mmmmmmmm, yes.” he growled, taking me in his strong arms again. “Now, wife of mine,” he continued, “I’m going to make love to you like a real woman.” he finished as he led me by the hand back to the bed. He had taken off the bedspread, leaving just the satin sheets.

I began trembling again as I climbed onto the bed and lay down, my satin salwar kurta sliding on the sheets. I couldn’t believe he had more left in him. I looked up at Shambhu as he climbed onto the bed with me and hovered over me. I felt so small and helpless. My ass was still filled with his sperm from earlier and it was getting moist again, preparing itself for another invasion. “Bend your knees and spread ’em, darling.” he commanded. I did as he instructed. He climbed between my legs. My eyes grew wide again at the sight of his massive cock hanging down, pointing right at my groin. Seeing my expression, he tried to reassure me.

“I know what you’re thinking Sanju, but remember, I had it all the way inside of you once already. This should be much easier for you.” I nodded as I felt tears well up in my eyes again. “Please, Shambhu. Be gentle.” I said in my most feminine voice.

He nodded. Then, taking my legs in his hands, he lifted them over his shoulders. I felt him slide the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my “pussy” again. Then once again, I felt the head of his massive prick at my opening. I clutched the bed sheets, bracing myself for another penetration.

“Oohh!” I gasped as he inserted the head. I grabbed the sheets harder as he slowly pushed into me.

“Aarrggh!” I gritted my teeth and started panting as he continued to push into me. My eyes grew wide in astonishment, tears running down the sides of my face. “Easy, Sanju. I’m almost all inside of you now.” he whispered. I began shaking my head left and right as his huge cock slithered deeper and deeper inside of me, splitting me in two. It was so large; I thought my tummy would become distended.

“Please….Shambhu.” I gasped, “Stop! You’re….too….big!” “Shhhh, I’m almost there, darling.” He whispered reassuringly, as if he were talking to a woman normally.

I slammed my eyes shut and began to sob. “No, no, no, no, not again!” I felt our groins touch and I knew he was completely inside of me. The pain was unbelievable. His hands on either side of my head to steady himself, and my smooth legs and heels up in the air, he began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. In and out, in and out. I was being fucked again I thought. Just like a girl gets fucked by her man. The humiliation was unbearable. How many more times will he use me like this? He began grunting as he thrust harder and faster, and I could feel his cock getting even bigger inside of me. I started Shambhu to hear myself making noises with each downward thrust he made into me. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-um-um-oh-oh-um-um-um. Please-slow-down-Shambhu, It’s-getting too-much!” I cried. But he just drove into me faster, working himself up to another huge orgasm. Every time we made contact, my satin panties would rub my sissy-clit and it was getting stimulated, betraying my feelings of humiliation by growing very stiff. The harder and faster he stroked, the more stimulated I would get. My sexy legs thrown over his shoulders, I could feel my new titties jiggling inside the satin cups of the panty as he pounded me mercilessly.

Shambhu was panting heavily now, and I knew he was about to fill me with his seed again.

“I’m….going….to….cum, Sanju.” he said. “I…know…you…are too.

And…I want…you…to cum…With…I…OK?” he said

I just squinted my teary eyes closed and nodded.

“Good…girl. Ohhhhhhhh….Oohh….Oohh…ummm.” I heard him groan, and then it happened. One final thrust downward as I arched myself upward and we both came! He started cumming deep inside of me as I started to cum as well, filling my panties with sissy-juice. I was having the most explosive orgasm ever while Shambhu pumped me full of his sperm. My tummy warmed up as it filled with his seed. Suddenly, I felt a shift deep inside of me. It was the same type of feeling I got when Shambhu told me – Sanju – that he loved her. Only this time, I wasn’t on the inside looking out. Instead, I felt a warm, comfortable feeling. A, well – a girlish feeling. I was in control, and responding like any woman would. Like this was all very natural to me. Then I remembered Priyanka’s words to me before the wedding and my eyes flew open.

“…..at the moment he cums inside of you and impregnates you with his seed – at that very moment – I want you to open your eyes wide and see that bracelet around your ankle and think of me as his warm spunk fills your little tummy.”

Gazing up at the dainty little bracelet around my left ankle, I began to tear up again.

Then I looked up at Shambhu’s face and smiled. He looked at me and sensed that something was different. Then he said, “Hello, Sanju. I’m glad you’re back.” “Hi.” I heard myself say as I closed my eyes, “Mmmmmmmm so am I.” I relished each movement he made inside of me and the warmth of his sperm in my tummy. I sensed Shambhu’s strokes slowing even further. Opening my eyes, I looked deep into my husband’s and said, “Please, Shambhu. Don’t stop.” I was almost pleading. “Cum inside me again, Please? I need to feel your seed in me.” I finished as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck.

He picked up his pace and began ramming me harder and faster. I found myself arching my back and meeting his thrusts.

“Oohh…Oohh…ohm…ummm…Mmm…Oohh…Oohh…ummm. Oh Nooooooo…Shambhu Pleaseeee…Ohhhhhhhh, don’t fuck me! Oooohhhh….Pleaseeee, Nooooooo….Pleaseeee! Don’t fuck me so hard! Oohh, Mmmmmmmm, Nooooooo, Pleaseeee stop it. Oohh…ummm…ummm…hmmmmm….. Ohhhhhhhh!” I heard myself cry out in my new feminine voice. My sissy-clit was about to explode again in my panties as Shambhu thrust hard and deep inside of me, rubbing my clittie each time we contacted. I was panting and crying like a true girl in heat, wanting more!

“Faster, Shambhu…..Faster!” I started screaming as I felt another orgasm building. “I’m going to cum, Shambhu! I’m….going….to….Unnnnggghhh!!!!” I groaned as another explosive orgasm racked my body. I felt my satin panties warming as my sissy juices spilled into them again. Meanwhile, Shambhu slammed me one last time and held me there as his thick, hot cock began spurting his seed deep inside of me, his juices warming my tummy again.

Shambhu collapsed on top of me and we fell asleep, both exhausted.

The Next Morning

“You’re a sissy, Sanju.” I heard through the haze of slumber. It was Shambhu. “Huh? What did you say, hukkuum” I said as I stirred a little in our spooning position, only half awake.

“I said, ‘You’re a sissy, Sanju’,” he whispered in my ear. I giggled a little. Then, turning over, I looked at him closely. “He’s not here, Shambhu.” I said. “Sanju’s male form is gone. You just have me now – Sanju, your wife. And I’m not leaving.” I said, smiling.

“Just wanted to be sure.” Shambhu smiled as we returned to our spooning position.

Shambhu then spoke to me he explained me my wifely duties to be done from tomorrow.

I was told that now I was going to live life a demure and obedient little housewife. I will keep ghunghat & will not to speak unless spoken to. There will be a list of housework to be completed every day. Failure to complete my duties will be met with strict discipline. I was a housewife and this was my world now I don’t need to concern myself with the outside world. It was a good ten-mile walk in the hot desert to the nearest house. If I fail to fulfill my wifely duties I will be punished. It was too late I pressed my husband’s feet till he fell asleep. That night was the end of an era for me. No longer could I be a normal man who wears shirts and pants – my public humiliation and cross-dressing had begun.

The loss of Pride & Prejudice

“Actually she is still reluctant to obey me. We all know that she has a past. But, she should understand that, she is now my legally wedded wife. She has to behave according to my instruction.

“She is still pride of her former male ego, her education, success & social position in the former male form, her prejudice of the former male body & her year old customs.

“You know, I wanted a simple low educated girl to marry who will obey me completely, behave perfectly as my wife and do the housework.

“But you know I do not get those normally from her. So, yesterday night, I forced her to obey me. But it is not right. I should not force her as she is my wife and a wife is like a friend, a better half.

“That will not be any problem Shambhu. I arranged this marriage. So, it is my duty as her mother-in-law to make her perfect wife to you. No problem, I will prepare her for you.” Rekha Ji says.

Then she looks at me. As if she has decided about something. Then she says, “Ok, Sanju. I will give you some specific instructions. From today you have to follow them. It is good for you to follow those for your own good. Otherwise, you will be punished.”

Then she says to Rashmi,” Rashi, come with me into the bed room for just five minutes” & left the dining room with Rashmi.

I silently stood there. A friend of Rashmi comes to me & sits beside me & says in low voice, “even yesterday I did not know your original identity. Last night my husband told me”. Then she keeps her right hand on my shoulder & says, “At first, I did not believe. You are so feminine, so soft. I understand you. I know, it is very difficult to cope up with the situation, but, you know, you have no other way out. So, please go on with the situation. And, do not forget me. I will always be your friend.’

I keep my head to her shoulder. Tears in my eyes. Probably, she is the only one, who understands me. I hear the voice of Shambhu.”Sanju, go to our room & bring the cigarette packet and ashtray.”

I withdraw my head from the shoulder of Rupa. Then slowly go to our room to bring the cigarette packet & ashtray. He never earlier smoked before me. That was his respect to his father. But, now, he has no necessity to do so.

When I returned back from our bed room with the pack of cigarette & ashtrays, Rekha Ji & Rashmi have already come to the dining room. A piece of letter is in her hand. She handed over the piece of paper to Rashmi & says, “Rashi, read the instructions in front of all of them & Sanju, for your kind attention, here is the instructions you have to follow from now.”

Rashmi starts reading: ” Mrs. Sanju Rajasthani, as a legally wedded wife of Mr. Shambhu Rajasthani, daughter-in-law of Mrs. Rekha Rajasthani & sister-in-law of Miss Rashmi, she will always bear the honor of the family & for that she will strictly obey the following instruction:

She will never call her husband by his name. Instead she will always refer him as ‘hukkuum’.

She will call her mother-in-law as ‘Ma’ & call her sister-in-law as ‘didi’.

She will do all the house hold work.

She will wear bridal dress with all the bridal jewelries for 24×7 within the house.

She will always wear ghunghat.

She will never be allowed to go outside of the house without prior permission of her in-laws / husband.

She will never bring herself in front of any male other than his husband.

She will never look at any man even from the window.

She will never allow watching television or listening to radio or any kind of music.

She will never touch any of the mobile belongs to the family.

She will never allow reading any magazines or books or anything written in paper.

She will never allow writing anything.

After waking up she will always first take her bath to bring purity in her.

Her first duty in the morning will be to do the Puja & touch the feet of her husband & in-laws.

She will never eat before completion of eating of her husband & in-laws.

She will always eat in the plate of her husband.

She will never look at her in-laws & husband.

She will always talk with her husband & in-laws bending her head.

In the bed room she will obey exactly what her husband orders.

She will never allow talking except answering the questions asked for by her in-laws or her husband.”

When she finishes, I started crying. Rashmi pats me.” Do not worry Sanju Bhabhi. All will be well very soon. I know, very soon, you will be a perfect daughter-in-laws to this house.”

After marriage, Shambhu had sex with me every day, I did all the work at home; I did not even know how three months passed to serve my mother-in-law in the ghunghat all day. Eventually when we did have sex, he was like a bull on heat leaving me cold and famished. The most painful part about it is that his sex drive made him unreasonable. He wanted to have sex and not make love anymore. The irony is that I wanted sex more often than he did and he did not know that. Important ingredients that were missing were the passionate love and tenderness needed to turn me on. He needed sex to make him feel like a man. I needed loving making so I could feel special and close to him. Sadly, I could no longer get turned on by his touch. I did give in to having sex but often felt used and abused because he did not care about my feelings. One night, the Shambhu said to me, “Sanju, now you should change your sex, I want you to feel complete femininity.”

I was not ready for sex change surgery and clearly denied for that but he was in no mood to hear “NO” from me. He said, “Sanju, you’re my wedded wife and I’m your husband. Your dick reminded me that you’re a half woman and my male bride; I didn’t like that. After sex change surgery you’ll become 100% woman and then you’ll be able to give birth to my children too. So, I’ve decided to take you to the hospital.

 

 

Transformation of Sanju in Thailand

Sanju had gone ahead with the SRS at Thailand, Shambhu; Rashmi took the best care of her during this time. She had even called up Dr. Kapoor and thanked him for everything before the operation. Dilawar gave a note to the doctor and said he is Sanju so, please treat him or, with the new name I gave “Sanju” and make sure my Sanju has everything I’ve written in this note. She went through all the pain of surgeries and the hectic dilation schedule.

The room was like any other room found in a five star hotel. It must be dam expensive was the only words Sanju would utter. The semitransparent and short gown was adding to Sanju’s woes. In few minutes a nurse entered and asked Sanju to lie down on the bed. She took Sanju’s BP and temperature and noted it down in the file placed next to his bed and left without saying anything. She returned soon with other two nurses, a lady doctor and a senior Doctor. The Doc greeted and started going through my papers. After studying them he looked at me and said “Well Sanju, it seems that you’re would be husband Shambhu has requested for a sex change operation from man to woman and the note says that he wants a perfect woman who was attracting as well as capable to give birth to a his child . Your tests are normal and you are physically fit to start the procedure. I must say that you have a very good skin tone plus you are quite young, just 25 years old, you would transform into a fine young women, ready to take on this world” The lady doctor and nurses were enjoying the pep talk as I could hear their giggles.

The doctor continued “Since you have already completed all the necessary paper work, we can start your transformation right away. But before we start I want to know if you are interested in freezing your sperms for any future use?” Sanju pondered about it and finally said yes. The doctor handed me a small cup. Sensing what he meant, Sanju tried to lift from the bed and move towards bathroom. Doc stopped him and asked him to lie down.

The nurse brought a device which had a vaginal like opening with a tube at the other end. The whole apparatus was connected to a machine. He was asked to open strings of his gown. Lying nude in with all the people around made Sanju’s penis shrink. “Yes you have made a right choice and now we understand why” said the senior doctor. Hearing it everyone in the room laughed. The nurse attached the device to his penis and placed the hollow end of the pipe into the cup. She inserted the other end into the machine and started it. He felt a small prick before he could make any sense, the cup was full. “Now we have your sperms, I will now update you about the procedure. As per Doctor the whole transformation would take around a months’ time.

While Sanju was not interested in knowing anything else, Rashmi, wanted to understand the whole procedure. Before, explaining the procedure, doc injected in his arm first of the three injection he had to take after a gap of 5 minutes two more injections were administrated to him in each buttock. The pain was killing him, and sensing his discomfort, the doc said that the pain would go away in a minute or so. He handed Sanju a tablets which he has to take twice daily for next 20 days. After it, the doctor started explains the procedure. For next twenty days Sanju has to be administrated with three injections every alternate day. After the last injection has been administrated, would the transformation begin?

During Sanju’s transformation which would take almost 4 weeks’ time, he would be going through different stages, and each week would map different stages experienced by a woman. Seven days after the last injection is administrated, Sanju would develop a Vagina cavity.

Sanju’s condition at that time would be like a 5 year old girl that is he would not feel any sensation in it. Sanju would be using it primarily for urination purpose only. During next seven days Sanju’s body would experience few more changes and at the end of a week, the condition would be like a 10 year old girl. In third week, his body would start developing. Sanju’s skin would become softer and there would be changes in his facial area especially cheekbones and neck. Sanju’s hips would start winding and breast would start developing. The week would be difficult for him as Sanju would be feeling different mood swings due to hormonal changes. As the week progresses, the vaginal cavity would start developing with it taking proper shape. By end of the week or early next week, he would be experiencing his first periods which would announce his womanhood. The doc advised Sanju to note dates as he would be experiencing it on monthly basis.

“So after that, she can start her relationship” enquired Rashmi. No! Not yet, around that time, she would be somewhere 25 years old. Her body won’t be able to bear child that fast. We need to wait for at least three more months or two periods, only after that can she enter into a relationship. “And when can Sanju expect a child”, Shambhu tried to ask. Hearing this both Doc and Rashmi laughed and Rashmi pecked Shambhu’s check. “It seems you are in a hurry to enjoy with so called fiancée”. “You need to be very careful during the transition. She needs all the support and Rashmi you would have to act as her mother guiding her from her first bra to periods and eventually to her marriage” Doctor added. I will doc, do not worry, Rashmi said with a wicked smile. Hearing this, I wondered whether I did a right thing or not.

We will transform you both physically as well as mentally for the life ahead. First we would inject you with male hormone blocker and simultaneously introduce you to female hormones. To accelerate the process, we would operate to remove your balls. Next you would undergo a laser treatment to remove each and every strand of hair from eye brows. Post this we would be placing a womb inside you. In next phase your boobs would be developed using the latest stem cell technology and to excess fat from your body would be injected to give them a proper shape and size. I believe 38 DD would suit you”. Shambhu had tried to get a taste into her new vagina as soon as 2 months were over. But this time she had firmly said no as she wanted their wedding night to be special. Shambhu had no option but to wait till the D-day. On the insistence of Shambhu she had forced to agree for breast implant and upgraded to a D-cup from her natural B-cups. She loved her actual big boobs and how they bounced when she ran on treadmill. She had always loved boobs and to have a pair just under her eyes meant so much for her. The facial feminization surgery had changed her facial features but it was not so tough to find traces of Sanju on her face now.

His body was changing fast. Sanju’s hips were becoming wider and so were the area around his chest. Sanju was also picking cooking skills and like a girl of his age was helping Rashmi in kitchen. Even though Sanju’s breast was developing, Rashmi had not put him on bra. She was waiting for doctor to advise it. Due to absence of bra, Sanju’s breast was hurting him a lot. In evening time, doc came for a scheduled visit. He asked Sanju to undress and he did as being told. The doctor was not pleased to see his breast; he made a note in a pad and starting feeling them. He then asked Sanju to lift his hands in the air and he lifted both my breast and started fondling with them. Sanju was feeling extremely discomfort with his behavior, but said nothing. He made few more notes. He further examined nipples and pinched it causing me to cry out. Shambhu, Rashmi and Amita were watching it and said nothing. Next he asked Sanju to lie down and started examining my lower half. He moved his fingers around his vaginia. He also checked his ass and again noted something in his pad. He discussed something with Rashmi and Shambhu, and it seemed they all agreed on something. He brought out a syringe and administrated few shots in my ass, back and chest. In few minutes my entire body was paining and I felt some strange feeling and I passed out.

Rashmi and Shambhu placed Sanju on the bed and, he slept peacefully. The week was fast coming to an end and Sanju was feeling nervous as it meant that his periods would begin anytime in the coming week. Sanju wished the ordeal to end ASAP. For next two days Sanju was again administrated with injections and some oil was rubbed in my chest and on buttocks. Finally on Sunday, Rashmi handed a pushup bra for Sanju to wear. Even though Sanju had seen pushup bra, but he had never worn one. I could not understand how to put it on, Sanju said. It was Rashmi who guided him as to how to wear it. She showed Sanju how to insert his breast into the cups and how to clasp the hook from behind. She also showed Sanju as to how to adjust the straps for better support. Along with the pushup bra, Sanju also was handed a panty (silk black one), which was so different from the one he had worn earlier. The panty was a tight fit and its material created ripples inside him. What was happening and why, Sanju was totally confused.

Sanju also noticed that his breast size had increased. His nipple was almost a thumb in size with aurora the size of a lemon. The purple nipple with Pink aurora and my fair complexion was something which was desired by every man. Even Sanju’s buttocks size had also increased. His skin too has become smoother and his voice had totally changed. Seeing the changes, Sanju was worried. On Monday, Rashmi and Shambhu enquired if had Sanju’s periods, Sanju said no same thing happened on Tuesday as well as Wednesday. On Thursday morning, Rashmi again enquired and Sanju said no Rashmi was getting irritated with it and started yelling. Shambhu and Rashmi intervened and made their stop. At around 3 in the evening, Sanju started feeling cramps followed by a shooting pain in and around his stomach. He did not feel like having anything. Rashmi sensed something wrong and she escorted him to bedroom. Sanju was wearing a skirt and top. Before Sanju sense something, he felt something leaking and it was Rashmi who noticed blood. She immediately shifted Sanju to bathroom and asked him to remove his panty. She immediately handed Sanju a pad with fresh panty and showed him how to put it on. Shambhu, Amita and Rashmi were excited to know that Sanju’s periods had started and as a gift, they handed him a pair of bangles, heavy designer nose rings, and big sized jhumkas. For the next three days, Sanju was in total pain. Sanju was no longer allowed to wear skirt, and now had graduated to wearing salwar kameez. Sanju’s breast size had also increased as he was wearing different size bra with increased cup size. On last day of Sanju’s period, Rashmi applied oil on his head and gave him special lotion for body. After shower Sanju wore a purple colored pushup bra and panty.

Next Rashmi handed him a maroon colored silk saree and petticoat. Rashmi applied a light make up and placed bangles in Sanju’s hand. She also made him wear a ladies chappal and placed a ghunghat on his head.

Soon Shambhu joined us and he told Rashmi to take Sanju to a puja room. She covered Sanju’s head with the duptatta and lifted a bindi and placed it on his forehead. Afterwards she handed Sanju a gold bangles and made me wear it along with a pair of payal. She kissed Sanju on the forehead and smiled. Next day, doctor came for the routine visit. He asked Sanju to strip down. Sanju did as he was told, but for the first time he was feeling shy. Doctor checking Sanju’s upper half asked him about the periods which was making him feel embarrassed. Sanju answered his every question and then he asked him if I need to know anything. Sanju was worried about my growing breast size and asked him about it.

The answer was shocking, it seemed that Shambhu had insisted on bigger size and his breast were to grow more in size in few weeks. He pinched my nipples and this time somehow he enjoyed it. What was happening, Sanju was totally confused. Next he asked Sanju to lie down and started checking his vaginal cavity. He was moving his fingers in circular motion and Sanju was kind of enjoying it. Sanju placed his hands around it. He then inserted a finger and Sanju cried and at the same time enjoyed it as well. He then inserted a second finger and Sanju gave out a small cry.

The doctor concluded his examination and reported that the transition was successful, and in two months’ time that is after two periods, Sanju could enter into a physical relationship. Doctor said to Shambhu and declared that Sanju is a complete woman now in every aspect and ready to enter in to physical relationship with any man, and able to bear his sperms in her womb and able to give birth to baby as well and now we could treat her like a normal lady. It was so painful surgery for Sanju and I can’t even imagine but I have to admit that science and technology ready did magic on Sanju and changed her into most beautiful girl in real. From head to toe Sanju is a real woman and from today onwards she is Sanju.

Hearing it, everyone was happy especially Shambhu, who kissed Sanju and hugged her in front of Anu and Amita. The transformation brought its own pearls; Sanju would easily cry and felt weaker than before. By the end of next month, Sanju was fully trained in cooking and handling house hold chores. Apart from western, Sanju was also experimenting with Indian dresses and ornaments. Sanju used to make regular trips to beauty parlor and her hair was cut trimmed to modern style. It was during this time; Sanju noticed that her brain and body were behaving differently. Never ever was Sanju interested in boys, but now she had started developing interest in them.

After Transformation

The nurse finished unstrapping me, and then dipped her shoulder down to help me up. I felt extremely weak and achy but I made it to my feet. It was disconcerting to feel my breasts bounce and sway as I got up. They had to be big I thought with horror. We walked slowly to the mirror. It was at angle to us so couldn’t see anything until the last second when the nurse turned my shoulders.

It was shocking! The girl reflected back to me was the best looking girl I had ever seen. I saw her jaw drop and I put my hand to my face proving that it was me. My face was exactly as she described but even her description couldn’t do it justice. My eyes moved down my body. I was wearing a pink hospital gown. It was v-necked in front and I could see ample cleavage. My breasts looked huge on my little body. My hands found them and my knees literally buckled from the sensation.

The nurse giggled at my reaction. “I’ll leave you alone to examine yourself more closely.” She said with a knowing look on her face and closed the door behind her.

I stood there for at least five minutes staring at my new self afraid to take off the hospital gown. Finally, with trembling fingers I pulled it over my head. The site was breathtaking. My breasts were very large but full and perfectly formed. They filled up a large portion of my upper torso. My nipples were very erect – embarrassing pencil erasers. My stomach was tiny and so was my waist which exploded into what looked like a curvaceous bubble butt from the front. However, what intrigued me the most was what wasn’t there. A hairless slit where my once proud penis had been. It was shocking beyond any words I could write here. I felt unbelievably empty and I was terrified to touch it.

I turned around and looked over my shoulder at my new ass and was stunned once again. It was impossible for an ass to be more perfectly formed. It was big in just the right way – a perfect heart shaped bubble. My legs were unbelievable too – perfectly shaped thighs leading into dainty little feet. I looked at my hands too and realized that they were also very small. It was disconcerting. I was able to palm a Basketball in my old body and now I little tiny hands. As I looked at my new body I realized just how vulnerable I was now. I would have no chance of defending myself in this body. I was a small little girl – no muscle and all curves. I felt a shiver of fear course through me.

Everything was changed now, I was not sure that so much had happened to me and I could not do anything. After sex change my body had become softer than before, my boobs had become more and more fragile than before. My waist was already slim and my hips had become more round than before, the sound became sweet too and my emotions had increased more than ever before. My masculinity was taken away from me and I was made a woman, now I did not even have my penis, there was a pink vagina in her place. It was shocking! According to the doctors, I am also capable of becoming a mother. My first day in the house after sex change, and my husband Shambhu came to our room after coming home from office. Everything has been changed now and my husband is excited and waiting for our first night after my sex change operation.

First night after Sex Change Operation

I had to muster all of my strength to stand up. My knees had gone all weak and I was starting to numb again. “I… I feel so weak,” I stammered to Rashmi. “Just relax,” she said to me as she slowly guided me out of the room, “You only need strength to be active or to resist. You don’t need to do either of these tonight. Just submit to both of your desires. You have to think of yourself as the submissive wife. The doctors have seen to it that you will feel the pleasures of a woman, so don’t feel guilty or embarrassed to enjoy it.” She had succeeded, as she talked, in guiding me out of her room to Shambhu’s – and my – bedroom door.

She squeezed my hands one last time and then left them to open the door. Shambhu was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning on his hands with his head bent down; he looked like he had been sitting there like that forever. He looked up eagerly as soon as the door opened. “Your bride is here,” Rashmi announced, stepping aside for him to see me. He stood up as I slowly walked into the room. Rashmi was still standing at the door, holding it wide open. Shambhu glared at her. She gave him an innocent look back. “Thanks, you can go to bed now,” he said. “Can I, really? Sure?” Rashmi asked mischievously. Shambhu took a step forward and made a gesture as if he was going to hit her.

Rashmi ducked and went out of the room pulling the door shut behind her. “Don’t stay up too late…,” she called from the other side. “You don’t worry about that,” Shambhu called back as he went up to the door and secured the latch. I dropped my head as he turned around. He came up and stood in front of me. I continued to look down. He put two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up. I looked into his eyes. He let go of my chin and held me by my waist with both his hands. In a reflex action, I lifted my hands and put them on his shoulders. My lips quivered for a moment, the next – they were locked with his. He pulled my body close to his, first by the waist, then lifting one hand and pulling my back till my chest collided with his. After a few seconds, he let go of my lips but continued to hold me close.”Sanju,” he whispered, “I have loved you and wanted you from the first time I set my eyes on you. Now you are mine. I will do all I can to be a good, loving husband to you. I know your situation is different, but just accept me and be mine, and I will make you happy for the rest of our married life.” “I… I like you too,” I babbled, “Just… I just don’t feel as close to you… And I’m still… I’m still not used to being a- a- a woman…” He put a finger onto my lips. “I know,” he said, “But that’s going to change soon, very soon. Tonight, you will share an intimacy with me that you never have had with anyone before. And you will feel even more womanly than probably even Rashmi does, by the time this night is over.” I nodded helplessly. “But… but please remember I’m- I’m a virgin,” I told him. He smiled and said, “I know. I’m one too you know. This will be a first-time, unbelievable experience for both of us. So let’s both try not to be selfish. Just give in to me and tell me if you don’t like something, okay?” I nodded again. “Good,” he said smiling and letting go of me. He looked me over from top to bottom as I stood before him thinking of the advice everybody had given me so far and hoping it would turn out as nicely as they had put it. “You are SO beautiful,” he said, “I almost feel guilty doing this but…” he reached behind and grasped my pallu and yanked it in front.

I instinctively grabbed it at a point just in front of my breasts but then smiled slightly and let go of it. Shambhu continued to pull off the rest of the saree walking around me as it unwound. Rashmi had been right about it not staying on me for long. Shambhu had pulled off the saree completely now and thrown it on the floor, and was standing behind me. His hands squeezed my arms as he ran his mouth over my neck. I closed my eyes as he continued to ravish me. His right hand groped my chest and settled over my breast which he gave a tight squeeze and then caressed for a while. Then suddenly he whirled me around. I opened my eyes and looked at him. I was breathing quite heavily now with my chest heaving up and down with each breath. He started unbuttoning the blouse, from top to bottom, watching my cleavage reveal itself as he did so. I stood like a mannequin as he undid the last one and pulled the blouse off my body. He was taking a long look at my bosom now, almost like he was wondering where to start.

On a sudden impulse, I decided to take a bit of iniPriyankative and pulled one end of the knot holding my skirt and let it go. It promptly fell to my feet and I now stood in front of my husband in only my bridal lingerie. Shambhu started to unbutton his own shirt as he continued to feast his eyes on my body. I watched his shirt come off and show off the strong muscular torso and arms beneath. Then he undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall in the same fashion I had. We both took a step out towards each other. In a flash, he had lifted me off the floor and onto the bed and jumped onto it over me himself.

As he passionately made love to me, I tried to shed my inhibitions and think and feel like a woman. His strong arms had pinned my slender ones down to the bed and I was helplessly in his masculine grip – that helped me in a way, because it made me feel vulnerable and feminine; but it still felt a bit like I was being forced, even though I wanted to just submit to him, like Rashmi had said.

I wished I hadn’t thought of Priyanka – again my mind dwelt into my past desires for her and I started feeling the humiliation again. The only way to put an end to those thoughts was to tell myself that I was a woman now, and I madly wanted to make love to a man as much as any man would to me. I pushed against Shambhu’s chest, resisting his continued ravishing. He paused, loosening his grip on my arms, to look at me and see what the problem was. I lifted my right arm and gently pushed against his shoulder. He understood and we both rolled over so that I was now on top of him. I kissed him and then started kissing his body all over from head to toe. He quietly relished it for a while then grabbed my arms again and pulled me back up, until I was leaning over him. Then he reached behind my back for the hook in my bra and undid it. He pulled it off and my breasts hung in front of his face. I leant further down over him until his face was almost buried in them.

After a few seconds, I moved up and remained there for him to play with my breasts. He ran his hands over them, stroked them, cupped them, squeezed them, pinched them… all as I closed my eyes and sighed pleasurably.

After a while, I started feeling those thoughts again and thought I needed to become active again. Shambhu gaped at me as I firmly pulled his hands away from my breasts wondering what I was going to do next. Kissing was the only skill in my repertoire at this point so I continued where I had left off until I was just over his crotch. Shambhu suddenly got up and ordered me, “Take it off!” I gingerly peeled his briefs off, watching them reveal… something I had of course seen before… but never someone else’s, and that too in such close proximity to my face. I pulled the briefs off over his legs, watching his big hard penis, stand up every now and then. This was to be the defining moment. I bent my head down over it till it was just an inch below my face when it stood up. I took a deep breath and moved my face even closer until it banged against my face and I could feel the resistance as it tried to push further.

I moved my face up till the head of his penis was at my lips, then I kissed it. Shambhu let out a gasp. I slowly put my tongue out and licked the head. Shambhu continued to groan in ecstasy. I licked it from the base to the head again and then opened my mouth wide, and let his penis move into it. As I closed it and felt the warmth of his penis and a taste of a bit of liquid which trickled out of it, I almost felt like Shambhu was the only person in the world for me.

The pleasure I was giving him was my pleasure too, and that was all I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I gave it a good long suck as I started enjoying the intimacy and submissiveness of what I was doing. What Shambhu had said was true, but I wasn’t thinking of that at that time – I was only thinking of how to continue these sensations I had never felt or imagined ever before.”Enough,” Shambhu said, bending forward and pulling my head away from his penis. I looked up at him and waited, as if for his next orders. He looked around at the small table next to our bed and picked up the small bottle that was on it. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I could easily imagine what it was. I felt as if my legs were loosening and weakening at the same time.

I pulled off the panties that I still had on, threw them aside and took the bottle from Shambhu’s hand. I took some of the oil on my fingers and applied it to his penis and rubbed it all around. Shambhu took the bottle back from me, and kept it back on the table. We looked at each other for a little while and then I slowly moved back into position on the bed and lay on my back.

Then, as Shambhu slowly moved over me, I spread my legs apart, feeling as if all of my body was now concentrated into that one passage between them. It felt like nothing else imaginable – to have his penis entering my vagina… I can’t even remember what I did or said as he slowly moved into me. I covered his back with my arms, closed my eyes and moaned as he slowly moved out. Then in. Then out. In, out, in, out, IN, OUT…! It was pure ecstasy! The world had faded and sight and sound became just complicated and unnecessary senses to have – there was only one feeling our two bodies were resonating to. I didn’t even realize when I changed from moaning to groaning to almost screaming. But all of a sudden, as if awakened by my own screams, I felt even more conscious of the world than I had ever been.

My nails were digging into Shambhu’s back and I continued to let out sounds pitching higher and higher – but it was like my mind was just a passenger in that body which responded without consulting it. And now those thoughts, those damned thoughts were descending on me all at once. “No…” I groaned, as Shambhu fucked me harder and harder and I dug harder into his back.”Don’t scratch Shambhu too much!” I heard those words of Rashmi’s as if she had just said them. Oh God, was she on the other side of the door, hearing me screaming like this? No, of course not, those words had just repeated in my imagination. But still …was she?”I told you, you would be marrying my brother and not me,” I could hear her saying. It had to be my imagination. I could see a scornful expression on her face. The tape was playing in reverse. “How could you even think…?” “How…?” those words were echoing. A wet feeling in my vagina indicated that the climax was just around the corner. “Destiny…,” I heard Rashmi whispering. “Ohhhhhhhh…,” Shambhu let out as he came and started squirting uncontrollably into my vagina. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh…,” I moaned unable to control myself. I heard Rashmi’s laugh.”THIS… is your DESTINY.”

My hubby was lying on me hugging me tightly in pleasure. I was also very satisfied with never before experience but the pain in my pussy again started which was noticed by my lover/fucker husband. He kissed me on my lips and said… thanks my little darling for giving me your virginity and giving me a chance to make you a woman.

He pulled out his cock slowly from inside of my pussy which I have seen was full of blood and also with some other whitish liquid. I noticed that his cock was not so hard now. Size was almost same which I have seen before but it was looking little softer and its head was downwards. I was really in very much pain. He pulled the bed sheet out of the bed which was having a lot of blood on it. I noticed that the bed was also having a big blood spot.

He had cleaned his soft cock with the bed sheet and also cleaned my pussy from outside with the bed sheet. Then he pushed that blood stained bed sheet in to a plastic bag. I was feeling increase in pain when he touched my pussy to clean with bed sheet. I tried to stand up with great difficulty but I could not walk further towards bathroom to wash my pussy as blood and liquid are still coming out of my pussy when I was in standing position.

He smiled and he has lifted me in his arms as I am a child and walked to the bathroom. He made me standing in bathtub and said……. Wait dear!!! I will help you in cleaning. He took hand shower in his hands and asked me to wide my legs little. He sprayed water on my pussy from hand shower and I was feeling good.

Then he moved his one hand between my legs and cleaned my pussy completely. I told him to use some soap or shampoo but he denied it saying that it will be painful at this time. Then he has also step in bathtub and turned the shower towards his cock. He cleaned his cock with by using soap. We came out of the bathtub and wiped off ourselves with a soft towel. Again he took me in his hands and we returned in to the bed room. He asked me to sit on a chair and had changed the side of the bed upside down to hide the blood spots. Then he had put another bed sheet on the bed.

He lifted me again and asked me to lie down on the bed on my back. I was feeling little better but the pain was still there. He brought a bottle of wine with two glasses and offered wine to me. I did not test wine till that day but he told me that have it baby!! It is pure Italian wine and this is harm less. It also helps you to recover from pain. I am going to offer this wine to your sweet pussy also. I thought he was joking. But he got some soft cotton, dipped it in wine and told me some burning will be there but everything is alright very soon.

He asked me to wide my legs, looks to my pussy and said ….. Little swelling is there but nothing serious. He inserted wine dipped cotton in to my pussy and asked me to keep my legs together. He helped me to sit on the bed with my back on the pillow on the wall of the bed. I was sitting in relaxed position. I felt little burning in my pussy as the wine must have entered in my pussy. Slowly I was feeling very relaxed. He has given me my glass of wine and sat on my side in the same position in which I was. CHEERS!!! My little darling Sanju for having first fuck. I wish you many more successful fuck in your life from your fucker husband…. I smiled and also said CHEERS!!! Husband darling!!

I could see his cock while sipping wine. It was looking like a small rat, resting on his balls. Now I know everything, but that time I did not know, because I have seen two cocks till that time, one of my dad’s and other of husband, both in erected position. I never saw any cock in their normal position. Before that day, I was thinking that a male’s dick always remains in erect position and I was wondering that how they keep it in their cloths during the day because I did not notice anything like keeping erect cock in his pant on many efforts. I was seeing continuously rat like cock of my husband. Then I though it must be under a man’s control that the can erect it as and when they want and for as much time they want. I was having wine glass in my left hand and I moved my right hand towards COCK – RAT. I took it in between my finger and OH MY GOD!! It was amazing feeling to me.

It was very soft like my boobs. In fact, softer then my boobs. I asked him…… will this remain soft for as much time as you want. My husband started laughing slowly. He explained to me the actual thing that it erects with thought of a man. Then he told me a very interesting thing…………

” THIS IS THE LIGHTEST THING IN THE WORLD AND AT THE SAME TIME, IT IS THE HEAVIEST THING ALSO. IT IS LIGHTEST THING BECAUSE IT CAN BE LIFTED BY SOME THOUGHT ONLY. IT IS THE HEAVIEST THING BECAUSE IT CAN NOT BE LIFTED EVEN IF YOU USE A CRAIN TO LIFT IT.”

We have finished our wine and it was 2.00 0’clock in the night. Even though there was some pain, but I was feeling better. Then husband told me……. Baby!! I think you will not be able to attend school tomorrow, better to take rest; you will be fine by noon. Tell your mom in the morning that you are having headache and you cannot attend school. I will be also there at home for whole day.

Then he asked me ……….. Would you like to learn something more?

I said ……. Why not? But it is too late.

He said……. It will take only 10/15 minutes.

I said….. Ok.

He said…. Would you not like to taste softer dick?

I said…… yes! But I am not ready for another fuck.

He said… no…. no…. no practical fucking now. I want to show you something. Come dear. Have it in your mouth and feel the difference.

I came forward and took his soft cock in my mouth. It was very good feeling. I could take full cock in my mouth and started licking like ice crème. Immediately I could feel that it is becoming bigger and bigger. Bigger and harder. One time it was full in mouth but now I cannot keep it full in my mouth, again, it was fully erected like before and only cock head was in my mouth.

He said…… suck baby!!! Suck it hard!!! Suck it fast!!

Then he showed me that how should I suck it pulling his fore skin down and rubbing up and down it with my hand. His cock had become like a hard hot rod. He was moaning in pleasure and excitement. I was continued to give him blow job as well as masturbating with my hands.

He said…. Baby!!! Would you like to taste some wonder water? You must have seen your mom drinking it.

He was right. I have seen my mom to drink my dad’s fluids with interest. I nodded while doing my job. At one point, he told me to stop. I have taken my mouth and hand out of action. Now I was sitting near his cock and he had taken control of rubbing it hard and fast by his own hand. He was doing it very fast. His hand was moving up and down like a machine. His grip on cock was very tight. He was increasing his speed…… fast…….. Fast……. Fast.

Then he moved his back upward and told me……. BBAABBYY…….. OPEN YOUR MOUTH TO TEST IT……….. IT IS COMING OUT…….. OH……… OH………….. DEAR………. OH.

I kept my mouth opened against his cock and waiting.

Suddenly…………. There was a spray of white liquid from his cock, direct to my opened mouth. My mouth was full but it was still coming. I closed my mouth and swallowed it. It was salty and very tasty. He sprayed a lot of fluid on my breasts. His cock was still in his hands and dancing. Some fluid was on his hands. He removed his hand and I took it in my hands and cleaned it with my tongue. He moved his head towards my boobs and drinks his own fluids all over from my breasts and boobs. I could see a full satisfaction in his eyes. I stood up on the bed. Pain was little less than before. I went up to the bathroom myself and cleaned my body with water. I wiped my body with soft towel and cane out. I walked so carefully that the wine dipped cotton was still inside of my pussy.

I have not pulled it out. I walked to the bed room. My husband smiled seeing me and told….. Wait a minute baby!!!! Don’t put your clothes on. I just come. Lie on the bed and rest.

I could not understand what he is going to do now…

He returned from bathroom washing his hand. He brought a tube from bathroom and sat between my legs. I thought, he is going to fuck me again

I said….. No husband. Don’t do it now. It is paining.

He said….. Don’t worry darling. I am not going to fuck you again today. It is enough for you today. Now we will do it after 2/3 days by then you will be ready to receive my full cock in your pussy for a wonderful fuck. Now I am applying an ointment so that you will feel better.

Then he pulled out wine dipped cotton from my pussy and has applied ointment gently with his middle finger. He was giving me a gentle massage on my pussy. He inserted his finger little in to my puss hole to apply ointment inside the hole.

Then he helped me to wear my panty and skirt. I took my top on and was ready to go to my bedroom. He got his cloths on and told me……. Come on baby!! I will drop you at your bed. He again lifted me in his hands like a little child and brought me up to my bed. He whispered in my ear……. Sweet dreams my little baby!!! Have a good sleep. See you in the morning. As I told you don’t go school tomorrow and tell about head ache to your mom. Good night my little loves.

He kissed me on my forehead and returned to his room by closing door of my bedroom. Pain in my pussy was eased.

I do not know when I have gone in deep sleep by thinking about what my husband and I did.

My Marriage Life

The sadistic nature of Shambhu never changed. He still experiment the intercourse with me in different poses. He always slaps me on my face & smacks me on my naked buttock in between the intercourses. He does not allow me to call him by his name. I always call him as “hukkuum”. He does not allow me to go alone outside of our home. He never allows me to read newspapers, magazines or anything in written. I even not allowed watching the television.

According to him a housewife should dedicate her entire life to his husband no matter what he does for the earning of the family. I never allowed wearing anything except sari within our house. And with full bridal jewelries from head to toe. So, I always wear sari in traditional Bengali way, with Priyankara in my head, a heavy golden necklace in my neck, golden earrings, nose ring with chain that fixed with the earring in the other end, bracelets with rings, Lahti, kangan & chudi ( Bangles) in my both hands, waist band , arm bands, toe rings & anklets. I always put vermilion on my forehead.

But when I go to the parties with him, he instructed me to wear western dress with minimum jewelries. The dress varies with his mood & theme of the parties. It varies from jean to miniskirt. But one thing is common. I always wear nose ring in my nose as he likes it very much. I have already collected different types of fifty nose rings. And I wear them alternatively.

In our honeymoon tour, one day he slapped me very hard only because I wore same nose rings for the entire day. My life is now very busy. I do not get even a single minute of spare time. I think, I was less busy when I was working at my office. Nowadays, I wake up on 5AM. Then I usually suck my husband’s cock. Then he fucks me. He very much likes the morning fucking session. I ultimately leave my bed within 6AM.

Then after freshen up I start my daily routine work. I first sweep, then give rangoli, then do puja. Then I prepare tea & breakfast. Then I prepare launch. I also prepare Tiffin for my husband. After completing launch, I serve my husband. Then I put the Tiffin in the Tiffin box & pack it. I also put the necessary documents he needs in his briefcase. Then I wash his office shoes. Before going to office he always kiss me. After his departure, I do the other house works. Some cleaning, some ironing, some sweeping & washing the utensils & so many other things. Then I lake bath again, serve launch to my mother-in-law & sister-in-law. Then I take my lunch. Then I clean the dining table & wash the dirty plates. My mother-in-law goes to her salon adjacent to our house. My sister-in-law goes to college. After launch I take some rest. Then I go to the salon to help my mother-in-law.

From the evening the same routine continues. My husband comes back from his office; my sister-in-law comes back from her college. I & my mother-in-law return back from the salon. I prepare tea & Tiffin for them. Then I prepare dinner for them. Then I serve them. Then I eat. Then I wash the dishes. & clean the dining table & the kitchen. Then I come back into my room. I feel very tired. Someday I oppose to intercourse, request him to sleep without fucking me. He does not listen. He slaps me hard, compels me to strip and suck him. Then he fucks me violently. Sometimes I remind my past life. Hiding myself I weep.

2 Years Later

It was early in the morning 6.00AM, alarm rang. Snoozed for 5 mins. Again same alarm. With much difficulty, I got up. Brushed and prepared coffee for myself, started preparing breakfast, lunch box for my hubby. After I came out, my hubby Shambhu getting ready. In the meantime, I prepared breakfast and was ready. He came to the room and normally I feed him with my hands and he will be reading the newspaper.

By about 8.30AM I am alone at house doing the house hold work and maintaining the other things. As the festival season approaching, I asked my servant maid to come early today. While cleaning, I got my old photo album. I took that to my heart and asked the servant maid to clean the house. It was around 11.30 AM cleaning was done.

She left the house and I took my bath and tied the towel around my milky breast, stood towards taking another salwar kameez which I normally wear at home. But somehow, I felt like wearing the saree today. I took pink colour petticoat, matching panty and bra. Took the cotton saree and wore it. I finished my puja and other things. Finished my lunch.  In the meantime, finished talking to my mother for about 15 to 20 mins. After finishing my food, I took the old photo albums and started seeing myself how I was looking when I was young.

Suddenly, I was vomited suddenly, Shambhu’s mother saw me vomiting. She settled me and gave me tamarind food. When I used to eat tamarind then she asked me, how is it feeling Sanju Bitiya? I looked at them and said; now it feels too good. The doctor also came home in the evening, after checking me, congratulating my mother-in-law and husband, said, Congratulations aunt, you daughter in law is pregnant. I was shocked when I heard this, how can it be, I cannot be pregnant!!!

My mother-in-law came to me and said, Today, I will keep a servant for the work of the house, you take rest Bitiya. Then Shambhu kissed my forehead and said, “You have given me the greatest happiness in the world, you are going to be the mother of my child. Hearing my husband’s words, I was very ashamed, all this was happening to me. I had never expected what was happening to me today. I always thought that I would marry a beautiful girl, then she would give birth to my baby. But today, after getting married to a man, I after becoming his bride, my husband’s child is in my womb today.

How was the last 6 months passes, not known, suddenly one day I felt a lot of pain, it seemed like the whole body was breaking down. Shambhu took me to the hospital where I gave birth to Shambhu’s daughter. When Shambhu and his mother came to know that I gave birth to a daughter, they became unhappy. Then after 3 days I got discharged from the hospital and brought home. I named my daughter Natasha, gave her my milk, and realized motherhood, now I started feeling that I am really a woman. A few days later my mother-in-law said, Dulhan, you and Shambhu try once again, if you bear a son, then the lineage will move forward.

1 year after giving birth to Shambhu’s daughter, Shambhu again started to have sex with me like a hungry lion. In the next 3 years, I had been pregnant twice but gave birth to a daughter every time. Shambhu too was depressed with all these. Shambhu took me to the hospital, when the doctor examined me, then he told Shambhu, your wife can never give birth to a boy because her body has a lot of male harmonious blockers, so to give birth to a boy, Not Possible. Shambhu got upset, then asked the doctor what is this male blocker? The doctor said, when a man is made a woman, then this hormone is used so that the physical transformation of that man is easily and he can easily live the lives of women. Listening to this truth, the ground under the feet of Shambhu slipped. Shambhu was angry for a moment and the second moment was still calm. He told the doctor, “Even if my wife, Sanju may have been a man before marriage, but now she is my wife and mother of my daughters too, there will be no remedy for the doctor, and so my wife can give birth to my son.” The doctor said, ‘I am giving you a medicine, if you do not do this work then your wife will have a son, forget that you When you go to establish a physical relationship with your wife, then eat these pills with hot milk. Shambhu agreed and came home with medicine.

After a while, Shambhu asked me, are you not happy with this marriage, even today your mind is like men, do not you love me. No, there is nothing like this (what went out of my mouth), I am happy with this marriage, but I am still a man from my heart. Shambhu said, okay, today I will change the gender of your male self sitting inside your mind, you do not worry. Now you are my wife, now you are the Bahu of this house, my wife, and also the mother of my three daughters. I love you so much and always will not have anything to do with your past.

You may have born as a man, but the truth is that maybe you had to make your bride, you had to become your wife, that is why you had to become a woman from a man and then I got married to you.

Anyway you are very beautiful, and your lips are very lush, you have born to become my bride, maybe a girl cannot survive with me, only then the aforesaid has sent a bride to my fortune, which Man has the mind. Tonight I will show you a world that you have never seen. Again, Shambhu reconciled me in my arms, kissed one part of my body in a patent way, I was getting tickled, when his lips hit me with a lip, then a momentous kiss of a kiss that took me about half an hour took off in his lap. That night, Shambhu ate the doctor’s medicine given.

I did not understand what would I do? Let’s kill the male self sitting inside my heart or wearing him as a dagger Choli, putting a big nosering in the nose and making a woman. From the outside I was a woman who has become the mother of Shambhu’s 3 daughters. Then I decorated Sanju in my mind like a bride and said to her, Sanju from today will be a happy woman’s life. Here, the kiss of Shambhu’s lips forced me to take the government. And when Shambhu’s lips hit me on my vagina, then I did not tolerate it and my breath started getting faster.

When I saw Shambhu’s penis, my eyes were open to the open. His penny seemed bigger and bigger today than ordinary days. When Shambhu placed my hand on my penis, I realized that the penance of Shambhu has been quite hot and soft, as well as a lot bigger than before. As soon as I put my hand on Penis, I knew what I had to do, shake the penis of Shambhu, then after taking it in the mouth, Shambhu gave me Deep Throat. Today his semen test was a bit different, but I had to drink. Shambhu then had sex with me by putting my big and strong penis in my fragile vagina, for the first time today, Shambhu had penetrated my penis in my ass, the pain that was in my pain, was coming to the right porn stars. If you ever made a mare, then you would have ever sat on your side, then you would ever come on top of me, then you would ever come over me. Sex bogs did not bother me so much.

Today, I do not know what happened to him, he gave the thumbs up to the closeness of sex and at around four o’clock in the morning, and he had 6 rounds of hardcore sex with me in different ways. The whole night I was screaming, crying, complaining, and today was also enjoying sex for the first time. My voice was very fast, maybe my mother-in-law and sister-in-law would also have heard, then at four o’clock in the morning, Shambhu slept with me in myself. Taking my little body with his strong hands, he slept and today I even dedicated myself to my husband. A year later I gave birth to Shambhu’s first son, all started to be very happy. I used to serve my mother-in-law, my mother-in-law, my children, and when Shambhu came home at night, they used to eat their food with their hands and spend their nights in their arms. I had accepted my femininity, after which my life became even easier. The happiness of having a mother is only for those who get fortunate and I have accepted the spirit of this motherhood happily. A woman suffers pain in her entire life, and how much she is securing, I became aware of it after becoming a woman.

Now I am a woman, I do not even want to remember, what gender I had in the past. Now I am very happy in my life, with my husband, with my children, in the service of my mother-in-law. My sister-in-law calls me Bhabhi, so I like it, my husband calls me Sanju baby, my children call me a mother and my mother-in-law calls me Dulhan/Bahu. All this is good for me, now I like the big nose rings in my nose too that even when I bathed, I do not even bring it down, the earrings of my ears now touch my shoulders and it feels very good. Until now my husband does not smooch me, I do not wake up from the bed.

I am now passionate about sex, I wear small Choli so that my husband can see the upper part of my boobs with ease. I wear Lehanga so that my navel remains in my husband’s eye. Feeling good even in the ghunghat.