We were staring into each other’s eyes, realising the love we had for each other. I could feel his breath on my lips, they were trembling with joy and then we kissed at the end of which both of us were breathless. When the kiss broke, I bent my head and snuggled at his neck inhaling his manly fragrance. He easily lifted me into his arms and took me to our bedroom, where the kissing and cuddling continued. He had fallen asleep spooling me from behind with one hand over my waist and I was awake wondering how I ended up with such a wonderful man who love me so dearly. Then I remembered that faithful day when I first saw him. A day I found a few things, but also lost a few as well.
I am an average guy who lives with his parents. I am graduate and have a decent job which is enough for me to take good care of my parents. Being the only son, it was my responsibility to take care of my parents. My name is Sonu and everything was going good in my life. I was like any other typical boy, hanging out with friends and playing games, going on long drives. And life was just normal.
One day, when I reached home from my job, there were two huge black cars in front of my house. There were a few bouncers, standing at the front gate and two at the front door of my house. I was shocked to see them and went in fearing, if something had happened to my parents. As soon as I reached in, I saw both my parents sitting on the sofa facing a guy, who was tall and well built. As soon as I entered the living room, everyone turned to look at me. I could see the worry in the eyes of my parents. Then I turned around to look at the man sitting opposite my parents. He was staring directly at me and looking me up from head to toe. I felt a little uncomfortable with what he was doing and then I saw his eyes. They had a weird expression in them. It made me feel more uncomfortable, but just as I was about to sit down next to my father, he calmly asked me to go and get changed. So I went into my room and started to change and freshen up.
Just as I came out of the washroom, my mother came into my room and asked me to come into the living room. I asked my mother who these people were and if everything was alright and if she wanted to tell anything to me? She simply replied, ‘everything is fine, please come into the living room with me’. I followed her into the living room, and as soon as I went into the living room, my father asked me to sit down. I did as instructed and noticed that the man was still staring at me continuously. I was waiting for my father to say something.
After a few minutes, my father simply said, ‘Sonu you have to go with Monty’. He was pointing to the man, who was still staring at me. I was completely confused and wanted to ask my father why I should go with ‘Monty?’ And what was happening, but before I could ask anything, my father got up and went into his bedroom taking my mother with him. I was just staring at my parent’s bedroom door in shock. A minute later my mother came out with a bag and went into my room. After a while, she came back with the bag, dropped it in front of me and said, ‘I have put some of your clothes in the bag for you to take it with you, I love you, Sonu’, and went back into her room and locking it.
I was utterly shocked and was left in the living room with Monty. Then he came up and stood in front of me. He was a tall guy, probably was almost more than 6 feet tall and I had to lift up my head to look at his face. He was looking down at me with a weird expression then he looked at one of his bodyguards and gestured him and went outside.
Now there were two body guards standing in front of me. One of them simply said ‘Sir, please’ and gesturing me to the front door, while another guard picked up the bag my mom had left. There was no way I could fight these well built guards, so I had no other option than to leave with them. As soon I went out the door, of one of the cars was kept open meaning that I had to sit in that car. Without any other option, I sat in the car and Monty was sitting in the front seat. After the door was closed, Monty gestured for the driver to start.
The car had completely blacked out windows. Thus, I could not see anything on the outside and since the car was a modified one, there was a glass partition between the front and the back seats, which meant that I had no clue where I was going. A million thoughts were running in my head. Who was this Monty? I tried hard to remember if my father had ever mentioned of him, but I couldn’t recall anything. What was more confusing was why did my parents tell me to go with him? Where was he taking me? What would he do to me? What was wrong with my parents?
I don’t know how long I travelled in the car, but I definitely felt like a long time. And after that, we came to a halt and a guard opened my door for me to get down. It was completely dark outside, but I could make out that, we were not in the city since there were no building as far as I could see and there was no noise from the traffic. I was really scared thinking about what was going to happen with me.
I followed Monty into the building that was in front of me. Inside the building, there was a woman standing in the corridor, waiting for us to arrive. She gave a faint smile with no feelings at all. Monty introduced her as Mrs. Sharma and introduced me to her. He turned to me and with a very stern face and said, ‘I want you to listen and obey everything Mrs. Sharma asks you to do, if you don’t, the consequences will be severe for both you and your parents.’ I was actually terrified by the way he said that, so I just nodded.
After that, Monty left the place leaving me with Mrs. Sharma. She asked me to follow her and without uttering a word I did as she said. She guided me through the house which I realized was quite big and spacious. She stopped near a door and turned towards me and said, ‘This is your room’ and opened the door for me to get in. the room itself was huge with a sitting area with a coffee table, and a full length mirror with the big dressing table with spacious wardrobes. It also had a big flat screen TV, hanging exactly at the opposite side of the queen size bed at the centre of the room. And there was another door at one corner of the room, which I guessed would be the bathroom. I went to it and opened the door to find a big bath tub at one end and it also had a shower among other things. It felt like I was in star hotel suite. After I had seen the entire bedroom, Mrs. Sharma again asked me to follow her and this time, she showed me the kitchen and the dining area. Again, both these were very luxurious.
Mrs. Sharma then asked me to sit down at the dining table and served me dinner. After I was done, she leads me back to my room and said if I wanted anything, I could lift up the intercom kept on the bedside table and dial 1, and just walked away without waiting for a reply. I turned off the lights and laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what was happening, who was this Monty and why had he brought me to this big and luxurious house? What would he do to me? I picked up the telephone on the bedside and tried to call my parents, but I was not able to place a call and realized just then that, I had forgotten my mobile at my home. So there was no way I could call my parents. I just lie down on the bed again and fell asleep staring at the ceiling.
When I woke up the next morning, there was bright sunshine pouring through the window. I sat up and all the things that happened yesterday started flooding back to me. And the first thing I did was look out the window to see where I was. There was a big front yard with a high compound wall, which had barbed wire at the top. There were two guards at the front gate in uniform, and there were no buildings visible anywhere nearby either. I guessed from what I saw that, I was in a farm house on the outskirts of the city, and also realized that, there was no way I could escape from here.
Having no other choice, I went to the washroom and took my bath, then freshened myself up. I wore a T-shirt and jeans from the clothes my mother had packed for me. I was still very worried for my parents, but could not practically do anything. I went down to the dining area to find Mrs. Sharma waiting for me. She once again gave her emotionless smile and asked me to sit down, then served me breakfast. After I was done, she escorted me to the living room, where a doctor and a nurse were waiting for me. I got really confused seeing a doctor, since I wasn’t feeling ill in any manner. Mrs. Sharma just went inside leaving me with the doctor.
He greeted me, ‘Good morning Mr. Sonu, I am Dr. Raj and this is my assistant, could you please take your seat’, he said by gesturing to the sofa.
I sat down and he started to check my blood pressure and other stuff, and asked me about my medical history.
He also took my blood samples and told me, ‘Your reports will be ready within a day or two and I will send them to Mr. Monty. I will let you know if you need to take any medication. Thank You Mr. Sonu, have a nice day’, he greeted me again and left.
I was left alone in the living room and just then Mrs. Sharma came in and said, ‘if you wish, you can go back to your room or stay here’, and left.
I went back to my room and having nothing to do, just switch on the TV. Thoughts about my parents started flooding back to me. For the next two days, I had nothing to do other than to watch TV and eat food.
The following day, after breakfast Mrs. Sharma gave me 3 tablets to swallow. I asked her what it for was. And she replied that, Dr. Raj had sent the tablets and went off without talking anything more. So without any other option I swallowed the tablets. She gave me the same tablets after dinner as well, and this continued every day.
It had been around five days since I started taking the tablets. I woke up in the morning and noticed that my body hair had fallen off so much so that, there were clear patches on certain parts of my hands and legs. Even though it was odd, I didn’t bother with it much. This continued for few more days and now I had absolutely no hair on my body other than the hair on my head and eyebrows. Still I didn’t think it was serious and ignored. A few more days passed and I started feeling pains all over my body, and also noticed that, the hair on my head had grown long enough to touch my shoulders. I told Mrs. Sharma that I wanted to get a haircut and also told her about the body pains. She said, she will talk to Monty and tell me what he says. She came back to my room after an hour or so and said there is nothing to worry about the body pains and it would reduce in a few days. She also told me, I was not supposed to cut my hair (which was very weird) but I didn’t retaliate and just nodded my head.
A few more weeks passed and I started to notice there were visible changes to my body structure. My hips were getting larger and on my chest my breasts had become big enough to be visible through my T-shirt. Again when I told this to Mrs. Sharma, she repeated the same thing. This time I was upset and refused to take the tablets when Mrs. Sharma gave them to me. She replied, ‘it would be better if you take your pills, otherwise Mr. Monty would get angry and it would not do any good to you or your family’. Hearing that threat, I got scared and took the pills.
These pills continued for more than a month and now my hair grown long and reached just above my shoulders. My skin had become super smooth and started glowing. My body structure had changed so much that, I couldn’t wear my old clothes anymore. My waist was too big to fit into my old pants and I had fully grown breasts now. Also my penis had shrunk to a negligible size, and it was then only I realized that, I had the body of a woman now, and was no longer a man.!! I became shocked that I wasn’t aware of what’s happening with me.
I was still wearing my boy clothes which were now extremely uncomfortable. When Mrs. Sharma saw me, she once again gave me her wired emotionless smile and asked me to follow her. I was taken into a room next to mine and where she opened the cupboard and handed a packet. ‘You will have to wear these from today’, she said and went out of the room, closing the door behind her. Without any other option, I opened the packet and was shocked to see, a panties, a bra, a petticoat, a maroon colour saree and a black blouse. Being unable to bear the comfortableness of my own clothes, I removed the clothes I was wearing and took the black panties and bra in my hands. They were so soft. I had never in my life felt any piece of clothing that was so soft like it. I wore the panties without any problem, but couldn’t figure out how to wear the bra or any other stuff that was there in the packet. So I held up the T-shirt I was wearing to cover my breast and opened the door to find Mrs. Sharma standing in the hallway. Seeing me peep out, she came into the room and held up the bra towards me asked to me put the T-shirt away. I felt very shy to stand in front of her wearing only panties, but I had no choice.
Mrs. Sharma slid the bra through my arms and went back to hook up the bra. The moment the bra was hooked up, I had a very strange but strong and satisfying feeling that I never felt before. When I was still enjoying the feeling of wearing a bra for the first time, Mrs. Sharma snapped me out of my fantasy when she cleared her throat. She was holding the petticoat for me to step into and I did as instructed. She tied the petticoat at my waist and then it was the turn of the blouse. After that, Mrs. Sharma draped the maroon saree on me while explaining each and every step, stating in the end that, she would not help me with wearing my clothes from tomorrow onwards. That’s when I told her that I didn’t have any female clothes. Then she opened the wardrobe in the room which were filled with all sort of women clothing from simple salwar kameez to trendy kurtis and leggings, T-shirts, jeans, formal clothing, sleepwear, sarees and lingeries.
As I was admiring the clothes hanging in the cupboard, Mrs. Sharma opened another cupboard which had all sorts of cosmetics and jewellery for me to use. Mrs. Sharma said that, all these would be shifted to my room by the end of the day. She then asked me to sit down on the bed and started to comb my long silky hair. Every stroke of the brush was giving me more and more pleasure that I had never felt before. After she was done, she asked to come down to the dining room for breakfast and left. I got up and went to the full length mirror to look at myself and was totally amazed to look at the person staring back at me. No one in their right mind would believe that I was a guy few weeks ago. The person in the mirror was beautiful and looked sexy in her maroon saree, but the person was me. Weirdly enough, I really liked how I looked and how I felt.
After admiring myself in the mirror, I decided to go and have breakfast. Which was easier said than done, because I had never walked wearing the saree before. I was tripping on the pleats of my saree and when I looked down at it, my hair fell over my face covering half of it. Somehow I managed to get to the dining table without falling over or tearing the saree by stepping on it.
After finished breakfast, I was asked to wait in the living room, and without questioning her, I did as asked. I went to the living room, sat on the sofa, and started enjoying the felling of being a woman, wearing a saree and started reading a magazine. After some time, I heard the door opening and looked up from the magazine I was reading, to see Monty and Dr. Raj come in. I immediately stood up. Monty was completely shocked to see me and after a while, he gave me a cocky smile looking me all over from head to toe. I could feel his eyes on my body. I got shy and started staring at the floor.
Monty and Dr. Raj sat on one of the sofas and Monty asked me to sit down as well, which I did quietly. Dr. Raj came up to me and asked how I was feeling and inquired if I have any discomfort physically. I thought in my mind that, other than the fact that I was now having a woman’s body I had no discomfort at all. I wanted to tell him about my pennies, but since Monty was still staring my exposed waist, I just whispered it to Dr. Raj about it. He gave me a smile and said that is absolutely normal. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I thought.
Monty cleared his throat to bring me back from my daydreaming. He thanked Dr. Raj for the excellent job he had done, and said that his cheque would reach his office in the next hour. They both shook hands and Dr. Raj left without uttering another word. I was shocked to hear that Monty was paying Dr. Raj for this. So this was intentionally done by Monty, but why?
Again Monty cleared his throat to bring me back to my senses and said, ‘I know you have a lot of questions to me, like who am I? Why did I bring you here? Why did I turn you into a woman? What happened to your parents etc, etc’.
‘Your father used to work for me in my company from a very long time. And because of that, I trusted him a lot. Eventually, he got to know certain confidential information about the company, which your father used to fraud. And not only that, but also he sold these informations to my rivals for money.’
‘I could have gotten your father killed for what he had done, but death would be a small punishment for him, it would be over too soon.’
‘Given the fact my sexual interests are as secret as they are not widely accepted in society, and I have to maintain my reputation in the society as I am the face of my company, I came up with this idea.’
‘I told your father either he could send you with me and forget that he ever had a son or see his son die right in front of his eyes. Both of your parents were clever enough and decided to send you with me.’
‘That is why you are here and from the past few weeks, you have been undergoing hormone replacement therapy. That is why you are now a woman.’
He paused waiting for my response, but I was shattered and could not think about anything. There were tears in my eyes.
I asked him only one thing, ‘what did you do to my parents? Will I ever see them again?’
He took a deep breath and replied, ‘your parents are alive and all their expenses will be borne by me. And no, you will not see your parents ever again’.
I was completely shattered and collapsed to the floor. The only positive thing was, at least they were still alive.
I composed myself, looked up at him and asked, ‘what are you going to do with me?’
‘I think you have heard enough today from me. But I will tell you one thing, I have planned something very special for us, and Mrs. Sharma will start teaching you other women stuff after a few weeks when your transformation will be in its last stage. Learn them well, I will see you soon Sonam, bye’ he said and left.
My head was spinning now. What on earth he meant by having plans for us? And he called me Sonam. Was this going to be my identity now? I was now Sonam.
It had been almost 7 weeks since Monty had met me and said, he had ‘very special plans for us’. I was now in all physical aspects a woman. The fat in my body was completely redistributed now. I had wide hips, beautiful breasts, a flat tummy and my hair was just above my waist. Last night, Mrs. Sharma informed me that, my training would start toady. So I got up and started to freshen up and get ready for the day ahead. After I finished my bath, I opened the wardrobe. Now my wardrobe had many girl clothes. In fact, I have been wearing girl clothes from that faithful day when Monty told me that, I would be Sonam henceforth. I wore the bra and panties, but was in no mood to drape myself in a saree. So I wore a red top with leggings, sat in front of my dressing table and started combing my hair. Once I was done, I pulled my hair into a pony tail, and came down to the dining table to have my breakfast.
Mrs. Sharma was happy to see that, I had woken up early and was ready for the training, without making any sort of fuss. She served me breakfast and after finishing it, she brought out a white board with the heading written Sonam’s training. She then started listing out several points on the board. After she was done, she turned towards me and said that, my training to become a complete woman would start from today and if I did not obey her, then there would be strict punishments. I was a little worried listening to that, but was actually liked it, when she said I would become a complete woman.
In my training, dressing up, girly behaviour, girly body language, cooking would be daily tasks and along with that there would be specific tasks for the day. Since I had already dressed up, we went on to the specific task for the day which was cleaning and keeping the house tidy. Mrs. Sharma, handed me a broom and asked me to start from the farthest room in the first floor and make my way down to finish the entire house. I had been given 90 minutes to finish this task. As instructed, I started from the farthest room on the first floor. I found it very difficult to do this, since I had never done this in my entire life. It took me almost 15 minutes to finish the first room itself. I still had the entire floor which consisted of 4 rooms in total. I realized I had to do this faster and went on to the next room. By the time I was finished with all the rooms, Mrs. Sharma was standing near the staircase. She told me to wait and went into all the rooms to check if I had cleaned it properly. She came out and said that all the rooms were cleaned properly. I was happy to hear that, but I had already utilized my 90 minutes. Before I could say anything, she had given me a hard slap on my face. I felt the pain running through my cheek and tears filled my eyes, but she quickly gave me another slap.
You will not cry, if a woman cries its not good for the house; she said. I somehow controlled my tears.
Don’t just stand there, now go and finish the rest of the house; she screamed at me. Fearing another slap, I ran down the stairs and started sweeping and cleaning the rest of the house. After I was done, she again checked all the rooms to see if it was done properly.
You have done well, now wash your hands and join me in the kitchen; she said. And I did as asked.
When I went into the kitchen, she had laid out all sorts of vegetables and instructed me to chop them and clean them. Since I had never even chopped an apple before, I knew I had to be quick. And looking at the quantity and variety of vegetables, I knew it would take a lot of time. So I hesitantly asked her how much time I had to chop all these? ‘Oh you silly girl, you are not in a race to chop veggies, take your time and be careful of your fingers, don’t chop them’ she said with a smile.
I was completely surprised listening to that. This was the same woman who had slapped me and shouted at me sometime ago. And now she is being so polite and called me ‘SILLY GIRL’. It felt weird being addressed as a girl. I started off vegetables that I had seen my mother chopping and did a pretty decent job. As I was chopping, I could see her cooking our lunch and also preparing for the dinner. I don’t know how long it took, but after some time, she asked to stop and checked the veggies I had chopped. She turned towards me and said, ‘You have done very well Sonam’, and patted my cheeks. The same one she had slapped earlier, this woman was confusing.
We had our lunch together; this was the first time that Mrs. Sharma ate with me. After we finished, she said I could go and rest for some time. So I went into my room and laid down on my bed. And the first thing that came to my mind was my mother. I never helped her in any household work. She used to take care of the entire house, including me and my father. She would have been happy, if I had helped her every now and then, I missed her. Without my knowledge, tears started flowing and after sometime, I fell asleep.
I was woken up by Mrs. Sharma, sitting next to me on my bed, and asked me to freshen up. After which, she handed me a blue saree and said, ‘We women have to look good for our men by the time they come home from work, no matter how much of a busy day we had’. I just nodded and started to drape the saree. It took me almost 30 minutes to drape it around me. But once done, it was so perfect and for the first time, Mrs. Sharma gave me a proper cheerful smile.
She then took me to the dressing table, made me sit down and started to show the various cosmetics. She explained to me why each thing was applied and did my makeup and hair, and also put beautiful jhumkas in my earlobes. After this, I was taught how to walk like a woman, how to handle my saree pleats, my pallu, my hair and all the little delicate things a woman has to take care while wearing the saree. Then I was just left to roam around the house. So I went out and just walked through the garden, just like Mrs. Sharma had taught me. I was enjoying the amazing feel of being a woman. The cool breeze blowing through my silky hair, the warmth of the evening sun on my face, the ever present weight of my breasts, the drape of the saree which flowed with my body in every step and the felling of just being beautiful, AMAZING.
After the sun had set, Mrs. Sharma, came to the garden and asked me to come to the kitchen. I was asked to prepare coffee for the both of us. I knew very well how to drink coffee but I had never prepared. She understood the look on my face and started preparing coffee for the both of us, all the while narrating how it was done. I had nothing to do for the rest of the evening. After dinner, just as I was about to leave for my room, she spoke.
‘You have to wake up early from tomorrow and sweep the house every day. It will be your job from tomorrow. After that, you have to clean yourself, and I expect you wear a saree. Don’t make me punish you again tomorrow; she said to me.
I just smiled at her and nodded my head. I came to my room, changed into my night wear and laid down on my bed. I was very tired, but was also satisfied with how my day went. I was starting to enjoy being a woman and started to accept myself as a woman. I fell into a deep sleep with a broad smile on my face.
Just like I was told, I woke up early in the morning, freshened up and got to sweeping and dusting. This time, I was done within my allotted time of 90 minutes. I was relieved that, I wouldn’t be getting slapped again for being slow. I quickly went into my room, took bath, and came out to see which saree I could wear. Even though there were lots of female clothes, I had few option in each variety. So I opted for a light green coloured saree, which had floral prints on it, and a pink coloured blouse. I draped the saree around me, which this time took around 20 minutes. I was becoming good at draping myself in a saree. Then I did some light makeup, just combed my hair and left it loose. And headed down to the dining area, to find out what was in store for me today.
‘Good Morning, Sonam, you are looking beautiful, I am impressed’; Mrs. Sharma cheerfully said as soon as she saw me.
She was becoming more and more nicer and friendlier towards me, which was nice. She asked me to have my breakfast, and just as we finished it, she went to the stove to prepare coffee for us. When I intervened and asked if could prepare the coffee, she was more than happy to let me do it. I did an okay job for someone who was preparing coffee for the first time. It was only then I realized that preparing coffee was an art itself. My today’s training was also related to cleaning, where I was taught how to use a vacuum cleaner and a lawnmower and also a few things about how to maintain the garden and the plants. After that, I was made to chop veggies again today, but was a lot faster than yesterday.
The next day, again it was the same routine in the morning. But after the breakfast, Mrs. Sharma called me to her and said that, today we would be going shopping. Generally, any girl would jump up and down hearing the word shopping itself, but I was terrified since I was only just getting comfortable with myself in my new identity.
I couldn’t go out in public. What if someone would identify me or worst what if someone got to know that I am a guy? I bombarded her with questions. She made me sit on the chair and instructed me to take deep breaths in order for me to relax. When I was calm enough, she took me to a mirror and told me to look at my reflection.
‘Do you see any traces of a guy? Because I don’t. All I see is a beautiful young girl in the mirror. Don’t worry about anyone does anything to you. I will always be there with you and I also know karate..!!!’ She said and both of us burst out laughing. She told me to go and wear something pretty so that we could go out buy a ton of clothes and all the girly stuff I need.
I came to my room looking through my wardrobe, thinking what I could wear? That’s when I saw it, a black dress, which ended just above my knees. I had never worn or even thought about wearing anything like that, but I wanted to now. I was a woman now and I wanted to embrace my female self without any hesitation or fear. I removed the saree I was wearing, and wore the dress. It was like nothing I had felt before. I could feel the dress sticking to my body. When I stood in front of the mirror, I was surprised to see the curves that my body had gained now. I looked sexy and hot.
I touched up the makeup I was wearing, applied a dark red lipstick and wore rings in my ear lobes. I choose to wear the black heels that were there. It was the only pair of footwear I had. I was satisfied with the way I looked and headed down, where Mrs. Sharma was waiting for me. Her mouth dropped open when she saw me in that dress. I stood in front of her and did a little twirl and asked her, how I looked. ‘Are you sure you want to wear that?’ She asked. I told her that, I wanted to embrace my female self with both my hands and I was sure I wanted to wear this dress. She was happy and said I looked wonderful. A car and driver were already arranged for us and we went to the mall.
I was a little conscious of myself when we entered the mall. I breezed past the security checks without any problems and was gaining more and more confidence as we walked through the mall. I could feel the guys passing by checking me out, which was a happy and satisfying feeling. Then after roaming around for a while, we started our real shopping. Shop after shop, we just brought everything we liked. At the end of it, we had brought make-up materials, shoes, heels, flats and every other kind of footwear, accessories like hand bags, clutches, purses, various kinds of earrings, jhumkas, necklaces, bracelets, bangles, rings, lots of lingerie, sarees for both daily use and special occasions, dresses, tops, jeans, formal clothes, lehengas, fancy chudidars, kurtis, leggings, T-shirts, jeans, night wear etc etc. While we were doing this, we also had our lunch together and just chatted about random topics.
By the time we reached home, it was early in the evening. A little later, a tailor came in to take my measurements for the blouses and any other stitching work that was required for my new purchases. Later on, Mrs. Sharma helped me to arrange all my purchases in my wardrobes. At the end of the day, I was exhausted, but was very happy with how the day went. And also made a mental note to thank Monty, when I saw him again for spending so much money on me. And also would ask him why he was spending so much money on me anyway. Because as per him, my father had cheated him. There were so many questions about Monty, that I still needed answers for, but for now I slept.
After our shopping trip, I grew more close to Mrs. Sharma. Now both of us would often just spend time chatting and gossiping to each other having our ‘girl time’. Many weeks passed and my training was going on. Now I was capable enough to clean and maintain the house in pristine condition. I was also an expert in all household works, and became very good at wearing sarees. I had gotten tips on how to maintain my hair, because of which it became even thicker, smooth and had a bright shine. I also knew many hair styles. My voice training was done, which meant that I now spoke only in my female voice. I even started to think in my female voice. One thing that was a work in progress was my coking, which as per Mrs. Sharma was a never ending learning process.
As more time passed, the questions that I wanted to ask Monty were still haunting me. I hadn’t seen him ever since he was here with Dr. Raj. So I asked Mrs. Sharma when I would be seeing him again. She smiled and replied, very soon dear. I don’t know why, but was actually to know that I would be seeing Monty soon. Sure enough, Monty visited us the very next day. I had left my hair open and had little make up on me. I was wearing a blue kurti and legging. Monty was utterly surprised to see me and his mouth was left hanging open for a while. He was checking me out from head to toe over and over again. I was enjoying it very much. I cleared my throat to bring him back from his dreamland. He asked me to sit down on the sofa and seated himself opposite to me.
And before he could start, I interrupted him, ‘would you like to have a coffee?’, in my new girl voice. He smiled and nodded his head like a little child wanting candy. o I got up and started towards the kitchen, when he also got up and stared to walk behind me. I don’t know why I did it, but I intentionally swayed my hips more to look sexy. I could hear him say ‘Offff….’, and I couldn’t resist myself from giggling. He kept on staring at me the whole time as I was preparing coffee for the both of us. We sat down at the dining table opposite to each other with our coffee.
‘You look amazingly beautiful, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since the moment I saw you’. He said and I blushed like crazy listening to his compliment.
‘I know you have a lot of questions about what is going on, why am I spending money on you, why you are now Sonam?’ He said. I was dumbfounded, it was like he could read my mind. But I didn’t react to it I just nodded my head and waited for his answer.
‘You will get answers to all your questions, but not today, I am going to take you out tomorrow and I want you to be dressed in traditional attire’. He said.
Honestly, I was disappointed a little, but was excited about the idea of going out with him. So I simply smiled and nodded my head. He smiled back and we both drank our coffee. Later he took me out to the garden and we had a little walk and we chatted about random stuff like our favourite colours, our favourite movie stars, etc etc. Now I was in my room, in my night clothes, laying on my bed, thinking about the time I spent with Monty. It felt weird the way I was felt with him and the way I was behaving around him. But I didn’t know what the feeling was and decided not to resist it either. That night a lot of thoughts were going through my head. On one hand, I was excited to be going out with him, but at the same time, I was nervous as so what he would tell me.
Next morning, I woke up early as usual, but today, I was relieved of all of my household duties and training sessions. I wanted to look beautiful today. I didn’t know where Monty was taking me, but he had asked that I wear something traditional. So I selected a simple red lehenga with a cream coloured net dupatta. I also selected a necklace and matching jhumkas and laid them out on my dressing table and went to take my bath. I wore a matching red padded bra and panties and just as I was about to wear my lehenga, I heard a knock on my door. I panicked, thinking that it was Monty and he was already here. I quickly wrapped my towel around my chest and peeped through the door, but it was Mrs. Sharma.
‘Good Morning, dear’. She chirped cheerfully. I let out a sigh of relief and opened the door to let her in and dropped the towel on my bed.
‘Do you need any help Sonam?’ She asked. I declined it and said that, I want to dress up on my own and started wearing the lehenga.
Then I did my makeup. I applied kajal around my eyes to highlight them and also wore red lipstick to match my lehenga. Then I neatly combed my hair and left it loose. I wore the necklace and the jhumkas and looked myself in the mirror and looked back to Mrs. Sharma who was sitting on my bed, for her input. She came to me and gave me a light hug and said you look beautiful dear, I was happy to hear that.
Just as we got down to the living room, the front door opened. He was wearing a cream coloured trouser and sky blue button down shirt with the folded sleeves. He looked very handsome and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I stood in front of him, looked at his face and raised my eyebrows asking him how I looked. He smiled and whispered to me, ‘Gorgeous’. He held out his hand for me to take and led me out of the front door. Just as I went out, I looked back and waved my hand at Mrs. Sharma. Outside, there was a white BMW 5 series car waiting for us. Monty went and opened the front passenger side door for me. I blushed at his gesture and sat in, making sure that my lehenga was not in the door frame. He then came and sat in the drivers seat and started the car and drove out of the farm house.
While he was driving, he continuously kept glancing at me and my exposed waist. I really enjoyed the effect I had on him and the attention he gave me. We also spoke about random stuff, and I really enjoyed talking to him. After almost 2 hours of driving, Monty stopped at a temple. I asked him was there any reason he brought me there? He replied that, it was the deity his family has worshipped from many years and took me in. I was now very comfortable in public as a girl. No one could ever figure out that I was a guy. It was a pretty old temple, which had huge open spaces and small pond where devotees took a dip. We went into the temple and had darshan of the deity. We just sat in the premises of the temple and chatted for some more time before we left. On our way back, we had lunch at a very posh restaurant. After that, he dropped me home and left.
It had been two days since Monty took me to the temple. I kept on thinking why I blushed when he looked at me? Why I liked the way he spoke? Why I liked his hair, his beard, his perfume? And couldn’t understand how nice it felt spending time with him. Why was I getting feelings like this towards a man? Being a man myself, was I a man anymore? I certainly didn’t look like a man anymore. Just as I was brought back to reality by the ring of the phone on the side table. I answered it assuming that it would be Mrs. Sharma, but was surprised to hear the voice of Monty.
‘Hey beautiful, how are you?’ He said cheerfully. Just as I heard that, my mind kept on repeating, ‘he called me beautiful’, ‘he called me beautiful’.
‘Hello Sonam, you there?’ He spoke again, bringing me back from fantasy world.
‘Ya ya, I am here, Hi, how are you?’ I stammered.
‘I am wonderful, listen up, I need you to be ready tomorrow morning. I am taking you somewhere and ya wear something trendy this time. Bye bye beautiful, see you tomorrow’. He said and hanged up the phone.
I was really excited listening to him and realizing that I would get to spend time with him again tomorrow. I was literally jumping in my room. ‘Wear something trendy’, I repeated what he said and ran towards my wardrobe and started looking through my clothes, to find something appropriate to wear. I picked out a couple of dresses and laid them out on my bed, to decide which one I should wear. After a lot of deliberation, I decided upon a simple short sleeved grey T-shit, paired with jeans short. It was simple, but would showcase my legs and curves very well. I hung it out on the cupboard handle and went about my day.
Next day I woke up early and got dressed. I kept my make up to a minimum to match the clothes I was wearing. Just as I had hoped, the shorts showed of my legs and the entire outfit highlighted my curves very well. I kept my hair open and made me down to the living room to wait for Monty. Just as I reached the lounge, Monty walked in. he was wearing a white T-shit and jeans and had a leather jacket on top of it. He looked amazing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Meanwhile, he himself was checking out my exposed legs, which left him slightly drooling. I just smiled to myself looking at his face and cleared my throat to bring him back to his senses. He was a bit embarrassed that I had caught him staring at my legs.
‘You look beautiful Ms. Sonam’. He commented and gave me a wink.
‘Likewise Mr. Monty’. I said and returned his wink.
‘You will need to grab your jacket’. He told me and I ran up to my room and did as he asked and wore a leather jacket for myself.
We came out of the house, and I was wondering where his car was. Just then he climbed onto his sports bike and handed me an open faced helmet. I couldn’t control my excitement squealed out of happiness, realizing that we would be going out on a bike, which made him laugh. I grabbed the helmet and wore it along with my aviators and hoped onto the pillion seat. The sear was pretty high, since it was a sports bike and I had nothing to hold on to other than Monty. So I placed my hands on his shoulders. He wore his helmet and started the bike. He was riding pretty slow while we were in the city and my legs got a lot of attention from other guys. As soon as we reached the highway, Monty opened the throttle of the bike and started zooming past cars and other vehicles. I had never sat on a bike that went so fast. I was struggling to keep myself on the bike and was now scared that I would fall off. Just then Monty jerked the bike and out of fear, I hugged him from behind and looked up to see Monty giving me a thumbs up and drove faster. That’s when I realized that he did it on purpose so that I would hug him. I didn’t mind since it felt so good to hug him and I could feel his chiselled abs and chest through his T-shit. And I was getting turned on. I was also really impressed on how well Monty drove the bike and without any hesitation overtook one vehicle after another and not reducing his speed even once.
After a while, we stopped at a small cafe on the highway for breakfast and our chatting started. It was actually weird that both of us were so comfortable with each other and spoke to each other so freely. We finished our breakfast and continued on the ride. I realized that, he was taking me to a hill top near the city. It was a beautiful location, with an amazing view from the top and was a very famous spot for couples. We reached the end of the road and parked our bike and started to trek to the top. It was a beautiful view at the top which was amazing. I sat down on one of the cliffs looking out into the nature, when Monty started clicking pictures of me, I also went along and posed for him.
After taking a few pictures, he came down and sat next to me and we chatted for a while. Then out of nowhere, he took out a small box from his jacket’s pocket and held it in front of me. It was a jewellery box. I was confused and looked at him. He then opened the box, it contained a ring inside it. It was a platinum band with a few stones studded at the top in the shape of a small flower. It looked beautiful. I was shocked to see it and stood up. He went down onto one knee and held the box up to me.
‘Will you marry me Sonam? Will you please share my life with me?’ He asked.
I couldn’t believe what was going on. I had tears in my eyes. But I knew clearly what I had to say, and I said it.
I said ‘YES!!’
He was relieved to hear my reply. The joy and relief was clearly visible in his eyes. He stood up and slid the ring onto the ring finger of my left hand. And tears started to flow down my cheeks. As he embraced me in his strong arms, I hugged him back with all the strength I had. I was overwhelmed. Never in my life I had thought, that I would be proposed by a man and I would accept it. We stared at each other. I could see the love he had for me clearly in his eyes. I felt the same towards him and we kissed. A deep long and loving kiss. And all the thoughts of confusion and fear faded away in that beautiful moment.
I could barely sleep that night, and simply kept turning and rolling over on my bed. I couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful ring that adorned my finger, and couldn’t forget the wonderful taste of his lips on mine. The smile on my face refused to leave, and I was so happy but also confused. Happy because, I had seen how nice a human being he was and would get the chance to share the rest of my life with him. And confused because, I didn’t know why he wanted to marry me. After all, I was still a guy. It was true that, I had the physique of a woman, but still had my manhood. Why did a guy like Monty want to marry someone like me? And given the fact that my father had cheated him, why was he doing this? I didn’t have an answer to any of these questions and there was only one person who could answer it, Monty. I would have to ask him the answers to all my questions. It was just these thoughts playing out on repeat inside my head, until I fell asleep.
It was pretty when I woke up the next morning. Most of the rules that were in force during my training became redundant now. Because my training was over, which meant that I was now an expert in all the house hold works, and was capable enough to take care of the entire household single handed. I had grown very close to Mrs. Sharma, who became like a mother figure for me. I went into my washroom to do my morning things. When I saw the ring on my left hand, everything that happened yesterday came flooding back and the sly smile crept back into my face. I came down in my pyjamas, since no rules applied now, as I was pampered like a daughter by Mrs. Sharma. She happily greeted me ‘Good Morning’ as soon as she saw me, and headed into the kitchen to get me a coffee. I went up to the dining table and sat down when she came back.
‘What’s the matter dear, you are all smiles today?’ She asked looking at my overjoyed face.
I held up my left hand and showed her the ring. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She became so happy. She hugged me tightly and kissed on my forehead and sat down next to me, asking me to narrate the entire sequence of events to her. I was more than happy to do that and started.
A few days passed since Monty proposed me and I agreed to be his. But since that day, I never heard from Monty. I was sitting on the couch in the living room and watching television when Monty came up from behind and hugged me. He lifted me up from the sofa and spun me around, making me giggle like a little girl. He planted a swift kiss on my lips and sat me down on the sofa and sitting himself next to me.
‘So all the arrangements have been made. We’ll be married exactly after 15 days from today’. Monty said.
I couldn’t react to what I had just heard and just kept staring at him. He snapped his fingers in front of my face to bring me back to his attention.
‘What happened are you not happy?’ He questioned.
‘No no, I am really happy. But it’s just that I need to know a few things from you to clear out the confusions in my head’. I told him and looked at him for a response.
He became a little more serious and nodded his head for me to ask my questions.
I took a deep breath and started, ‘You are such a sweet and nice man Monty. I really like spending time with you. And I am pretty sure I am deeply in love with you’. I said and paused.
His expression softened a little listening to my words and he nodded again for me to continue.
‘But, why do you even want to marry me? I don’t understand it. You do realize I am still a guy right? And you said that my father cheated you and your company. Then why are you spending so much money on me and doing all of this for me? Why?’ I completed my question.
He left out a sigh of relief, and I could see his face relaxing. I was even more confused now.
He looked up at me, ‘My darling Sonam, do you remember I had told you about my sexual interests and that the society would not accept it?’
Yes, I remembered it, he had told me about it the first day I wore a saree. I just nodded for him to continue.
‘I am not sexually attracted to biological women, and neither to all men. I am only interested in males, who are dressed as a woman or crossdresser. As you would have realized by now that, there are very few options for me to fulfil my desires. Since most males only cross-dress for themselves and are not sexually attracted to other men. And given my social status, if any of this got out in public, it would greatly damage the image of my company. Then I got to know about the fraud your father had committed. When I was gathering information about your father and his family, that was the first time I saw you. I was instantly attracted to you and couldn’t stop thinking about you. And that’s when I decided to do what I did’. He stated.
I just couldn’t believe what I just heard. I was at a loss for words. Monty was staring at me for a response, but couldn’t utter a word after what I had heard. Monty got up, went inside and came back with a glass of water and handed it to me. I gulped down the water and looked up at him. He was now clearly worried seeing my reaction to his confession. But I was just not able to process anything. I just stood up and went towards my room. Just as I was about to climb up the stairs, Monty held my hand from behind. I turned back with my face staring at the floor. He lifted my face up and stared at my face. His eyes were pleading me for a response, but I just didn’t know what to say.
I somehow gathered myself and said, ‘Please let me go, I want to be alone for sometime’.
I could see the pain in his eyes, when he heard my words, but he let go of my hand. I ran into my room and locked the door from the inside.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to understand what I had just heard. Not knowing what to feel, I just stared at the ceiling. Don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was woken up by the Mrs. Sharma, banging on my door, asking me to have lunch. I went up to the door and told her that, I was not hungry and said that I wanted to be alone for sometime. And she left after hearing my reply.
I sat down on the floor, resting my head on the edge of the bed, thinking again about what Monty had just said. He was sexually attracted to men dressing as women. Now it made sense why he didn’t get my manhood removed. I kept thinking, what I would do now? And what could I do now? I couldn’t go back to my parents. I didn’t know if Monty would let and even if he did, I didn’t think my parents would even recognize me. So, that was not an option. I couldn’t go out, join a job and lead an independent life. Because I didn’t have any of my certificates. And even if did, it would contain my old guy name. Then I thought to myself, why did I have to do either of those? I loved Monty more than anything. I was very sure about that. I was also sure that I wanted to marry him. Then what was stopping me I thought? Nothing, there was absolutely nothing that was stopping me from living my life as Monty’s wife. I already looked like a woman. Even though I still had my manhood, I felt nothing like a man. I was a woman now in my mind and body. I realized that, what I heard was definitely shocking and confusing, but had nothing to be confused about.
All my doubts were now cleared. I was cheerful again. I went up to the window in my bed room and saw that Monty’s car was still there. Which meant that, he was still here. I thought of giving him a surprise. So, I went to my wardrobe, opened it and looked through my collection of clothes. I selected a dual coloured pink and red saree, which had a black border work. I kept it on my bed and went into the wash room to freshen myself. I wore the saree, did some light makeup, applied a matching pink lipstick, wore stone studded jhumkas with matching bangles and went down. I saw Monty sitting on the sofa looking very worried after our discussion. I went near him and cleared my throat to get his attention. He was absolutely relieved to see me in a saree. He just got up and hugged me tightly, and then kissed on my lips. I kissed him back with all my love for him. It was wonderful.
After we broke the kiss, he looked straight into my eyes and asked, ‘Are you going to leave me?’
Since I was my cheerful again, I pretended to be thinking about his proposal which got him worried again.
I went up to his ear and whispered, ‘Not in this life Mr. Monty’ and planted a kiss on his cheek.
I could see he was so relieved to hear that and kissed me again. Then we had lunch and everything was okay.
After that, both of us got busy with our wedding shopping. Monty joined me and Mrs. Sharma, to shop for clothes and jewellery. We were done with our shopping and preparations. The day of our marriage finally arrived. It was a private function held at a posh resort in the city. There were very few guests. Only Monty’s close friends and family were there and from my side I only had Mrs. Sharma. I couldn’t call my parents or friends for obvious reasons, but I was happy that I was getting married to Monty.
After the ceremony, we went back to the farm house where I was staying and we celebrated what was probably the best night of our lives and our first night of togetherness. The next day when we were leaving for my husband’s house, I was actually sad that I would not be with Mrs. Sharma anymore. Because I had grown so close to her. Both of us had decided that, we would be a mother and daughter and cried just like a mother sending away her daughter to her husband’s house.
Since I was already trained by Mrs. Sharma in every household work, I had absolutely no issues in doing the household works or taking care of my handsome husband in every way.
It has been 6 months since our marriage. I was never happier in my life than I was now. I was sitting on the couch with Monty and we were looking into each other’s eyes, realizing the love we have for each other. I could feel his breath on my lips. They were trembling with joy and then we kissed, at the end of which both of us were breathless. When the kiss broke, I bent my head and snuggled at his neck inhaling his manly fragrance. He easily lifted me into his arms and took me to our bedroom, where the kissing and cuddling continued. He had fallen asleep spooling me from behind with one hand over my waist and I was awake wondering how I ended up with such a wonderful man who love me so dearly. Then I remembered that faithful day when I first saw him. A day I found a few things but also lost a few as well. I simply smiled at the memories and was very happy and contended with the cost of the mistake.
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