This is the story of an Indian managing director who went to Thailand with his family for a vacation. There he met a car accident. The driver was killed & his man organ had been crashed in the accident. The doctors suggested him to go for SRS to live the rest of the life normally. He reluctantly accepted his fate & took the identity of the missing stepdaughter of the dead driver & subsequently married his stepson.
Chapter One: The Tour
I am Sailesh Gupta, a 44 yrs old man. My marriage did not last long and after two years of marriage, my wife divorced me and settled down with her boyfriend for second marriage. After the departure of my wife, I also had my secretary Sunita who was divorced by her husband and she started living with her son named Pratap and daughter named Sujata. Sunita was a confident woman who was very close to me. I proposed Sunita for marriage and she agreed. After marriage I brought Sunita, her son Pratap and her daughter Sujata to my house and now Sunita was my wife.
We are a small Bengali
family consisting me, my 3 years younger wife, my 24 years stepson Pratap &
my stepdaughter Sujata. I am the managing director of a private concern &
my stepson works as a software consultant in a big IT firm. My 21 years old stepdaughter
studies in 3rd year in a reputed college in Kolkata. My wife is the home maker
of the family. She is also a trained beautician. She has a beauty salon adjacent
to our home. The salon is very popular in our locality & it runs well.
Every year during Durga puja we take a long break from our professional life
& go to explore different places in India & abroad. This year we are
going to Thailand for one month tour.
After reaching Thailand we explored many places. The local travel agent of
Indian origin arranged everything properly. So, we did not feel any
inconvenience during our tour. He also gave us a car with driver so that we can
go anywhere we like. The driver is a non resident Indian about my age. He is
also a Bengali by birth. His name is Narendra Roy. So, we felt very comfortable
with him. During exploring the beauty of Thailand we did not feel any language
barrier as Mr. N. Roy, the driver was always with us and we usually talked with
him in Bengali.
He is a very nice guy. His behavior was very sober & gentle. There was a
smile always in his face. But when he told us about himself we understood how
distressed he is. He lost his wife when his stepdaughter was only 2 yrs old.
And when his beautiful stepdaughter was only 7 years old, she had been
kidnapped. He did FIR in the local police station, tried to find her. But, he
did not. Even he did not get any letter from the kidnappers demanding money.
After hearing my name he told me that her stepdaughter's name is very similar
to me. I asked him the name of his stepdaughter. He told me that the name of
his stepdaughter is Shailja Roy. Indeed the name is very similar to my name!
Chapter Two: The
Accident
5 days are already over. On the 6th day we plan for sightseeing in countryside.
I sit in the front beside the driver & the remaining three are in the
backside of the car. The road is very smooth & wide. Besides, there was no
crowd in the road. Speed of our car also very high. Suddenly from the left side
an elderly lady comes into the road. The driver pushes the break in the last
moment. But it is vain. The car hits a tree of right side.
The pain! An excruciating & unrelenting pain! We became unconscious after
that.
Somehow some moments later my stepson managed to gain consciousness. Since the
three were in the back, though my wife & stepdaughter were still
unconscious, they were not deadly injured. But, my stepson checked, the driver
was dead. And there was huge blood in my lower abdomen. He screamed. He cried
for assistance. And he saw some people are coming to us for assistance. Then he
again lost his consciousness.
Chapter Three: The Condition
Waking to the unmistakable smells and sounds of a hospital, I sensed that all
were not right. A grim faced team of medical personnel surrounded by my
reclining form. One doctor came to me & asked "Hello Mr., can you hear
me?" I nodded. "Are you ok?" He asked. "What happened to me
doctor? And where is my family?" "You are at district hospital and we
are going to fly you to Bangkok for treatment. Your condition is not terminal;
however we lack the necessary equipment and specialists to properly treat your
injuries." "Other members of your family are okay & they are
waiting in the lobby." Then he asked a nurse to call my family into the
room. They came & greeted me with joy & then cried seeing my condition.
I asked, in classic bollywood fashion, "How bad is my condition
doctor?" "You have been hurt in a place that we all love to joke
about but all fear the most, we've stopped the hemorrhaging, stabilized your
electrolytes and are sending you to a city hospital equipped with the finest
specialists. The best doctors of our country would take care of you."
With that I was wheeled into an awaiting transport and flown to city with the
nurses & my family members. The flight was uneventful, the attending staff
kept me sufficiently drugged, the drug induced stupor preventing me from
dwelling on the events of the past 12 hours.
Arriving in city, I was offloaded and trucked to the city hospital. Another
group of medical personnel gathered around me to poke, prod, confer, and
examine. I got into consciousness after some hour and said to the attentive
doctor "What's the prognosis doctor? Where's my family?" "Relax
man, the prognosis is that you will need to undergo reconstructive surgery and
your wife, stepson & stepdaughter are currently waiting in the foyer until
we complete our examination."
And then the doctor came to
the hospital room where I was kept. "What happened to me doctor? What I
need to cure? Is there any operation needed for that?" I asked. "You
need reconstructive surgery to be a normal person again" the doctor
said."Reconstructive surgery", I queried, "In simple English you
are telling me that my dick has been shot off!" "Unfortunately the
tissue damage is severe enough to prevent us from restoring you to your former
level of functionality, however there are several options." "Our
staff psychologist has already discussed these options with your wife and we will
meet this afternoon, after you've had a chance to discuss the alternatives with
your spouse and decide on a course of action." With that he abruptly
turned, gathering his entourage, and left the room.
Sunita, my wife, entered. Evidence of tears had been unsuccessfully masked with
heavier than normal makeup, but to my eyes she was lovelier than ever. Dressed
in an attractive blouse and sari, she ran to my side and embraced me.
"Ohh! Sailesh! My dear "she said with only the slightest quaver in
her voice. I replied, "I guess I broke my promise to return safe"
"As long as you're still breathing, I have everything I want in this
world", she comforted. "Well it appears that I don't quite have
everything I want in this world." We both glanced toward my groin and
hurriedly looked away. "I hear that the staff psychologist has had a chat
with you. Obviously you've been selected as the unfortunate that has to discuss
my options and I need to know where I stand and what the future holds." An
awkward pause preceded her response, "Sailesh, they can't surgically
repair your penis, the damage is too extensive. Furthermore, current prostheses
are typically nonfunctional and unwieldy, to cut to the chase, the physicians
are recommending SRS, sexual reassignment surgery.
Essentially, you will emerge from the procedure with the genitalia and outward
appearance of a female. I want you to know that I love you and will always love
you." With that we both collapsed into tears..............
Chapter Four: The
Decision
An 8 hour Demerol (a synthetic narcotic drug used to treat pain) induced stupor
followed the discussion with my wife regarding my present circumstance, my
options for the future, and the seeming injustice and embarrassment I had been
subjected to. Heart shattering images haunted my psyche, should I elect to
accept the SRS, how would my stepson & stepdaughter and wife accept me?
What would be the impact to my relationship with my wife...would she become my
"sister", my lesbian lover, what will be my relation with my kids?
Will I still be their father?
My introspection was abruptly interrupted by the intrusion of the now familiar
staff of medical personnel. "Mr. Gupta, we must have a decision as to how
to proceed." "As you know, we can perform the SRS, allowing you to
perform and appear as a normal female, should this prove unacceptable, your
alternative would be that of an emasculated male, unable to function,
essentially a eunuch." "The surgery is quite refined, we take the
shattered remains of you penile tissue and fashion a working vagina."
"Additional procedures will reduce the protrusion of your Adam's apple,
shorten your vocal cords to heighten your voice, plastic surgery to feminize
your cheeks and jaw line, and should hormone therapy prove insufficient, breast
and hip augmentation, electrolysis will permanently remove your masculine
hair." "The procedure is lengthy and painful, however in the opinion
of the medical staff, this is clearly the most logical and appropriate course
of action."
I told Sunita that I should talk with my kids & discuss with them also,
before taking any decision. She called our kids into the cabin & the doctor
leaves the cabin to give us privacy. My stepdaughter Sujata says, "Dad! We
have everything. We want you as a normal person not as a eunuch. Besides, we
have sufficient money to live an aristocrat life?you do not need to continue
job further?.at least you can be a normal female for the rest of your life
other than a eunuch. I think you should proceed with the surgery." My stepson
Pratap says, "I also think so dad. You should not survive if we consider
the impact of the accident. Even the driver is spot dead. So, when you have got
an opportunity to live a normal live, you should accept that as a faith." Sunita
says," See, none gets a chance to live twice in a single life. You have
got a chance. Besides, as a man, as a husband & as a father, you have got
everything in your life? money, power, success, love, regards? what else you
need as a man! Just see the rest of your life through a woman's eye. I promise
you, it will not be too bad.
With wrenching emotion, I concurred with the assembled medical staff.
"Continue with the procedures; however you must tell those that I love
that the operation was unsuccessful and that I died during surgery."
"I cannot and will not subject those that I love to the humiliation and
remorse that I feel." "As of this moment I've stopped being what I
was and will undergo a metamorphosis into the creature that you will
create." "I will emerge as the female that God must have intended me
to become, but the circumstances leading to this change must be forever
hidden." I broke down into tears, uncertain of my future, frightened at
the changes about to befall me, heartsick over the reaction of those I so
dearly loved. A faceless nurse injected me and I lapsed gratefully into
unconsciousness.
Chapter Five: The
Transformation
A technically challenging and lengthy procedure was performed on my mangled
body. A team of surgeons created a virtually perfect copy of a female vagina.
The tissue that formerly was my scrotum was fashioned into realistic labia. The
tissue I used to refer to as my penis was stripped, inverted and attached as my
new vagina. My urethra was repositioned, giving my urine a female trajectory.
Implants in my cheeks and reduction of my jaw line softened my face into a
feminine form. Silicone gel implants rounded my hips and buttocks and augmented
my breasts. Satisfied with their craftsmanship, I was bandaged, and wheeled to
a private recovery area, my journey to femininity ahead of me.............
I awoke. Strange bodily sensations commanded my attention. An uncomfortable
weight on my chest -- sticking bandages on my face and cheeks -- an
indescribable numbness between my legs. And the feeling that someone was
holding my hand. I looked over to see Sunita, the stress clearly exhibited in
her otherwise beautiful countenance, sitting close to my bedside. Hoarse, with
a voice that seemed strained I whispered, "I told them to tell you I'd
died!" "I know, and they did, but in my heart I know that nothing
could kill my husband" "I knew that you-- that we would
survive." "Am I -- well you know -- did they..." "Yes my
love, my husband has had some remarkable changes but together we will put our
lives back together and continue on."
She comforted. "The doctors expect that you will need about 6 days of
recovery, and then we will fly home and begin rebuilding what that accident
changed." Tears marked both our faces as she knelt and gently caressed my
bandaged cheek. "Rest now my love, I'll be back tomorrow and we will begin
to plan our future." Sunita rose and left the room, leaving me to
contemplate my horrifying situation. Struggling to right myself, I began to
take inventory. Chest protruding and heavily bandaged, legs splayed apart with
a tangle of tubing exiting a bandaged crotch. My wildest imagination could not
adequately form a mental picture of me with a vagina and breasts. The very
successful MD of a famous private concern now struggling in a hospital bed with
an artificial vagina & breast. Sleep came fitfully, nightmares of
monumental proportions wreaked havoc on my psyche. I dreamed of myself as a
housewife, preparing dinner for my husband, even pregnant!
Morning came, and the entourage of doctors, nurses, the curious, and the disinterested
filled my room in a never ending procession. The professional staff incessantly
remarked at my excellent progress while congratulating themselves on a most
innovative solution to a difficult problem. Medication and the blessed shock of
still not realizing the magnitude of my circumstance mitigated the
embarrassment and confusion I felt. Sunita dutifully visited chatting about a
plethora of topics, all unrelated to the situation at hand. My stepson & stepdaughter
came to see me & I denied seeing them because of shame & Sunita also
understood my situation & instructed them not to meet me still my recovery.
Another restless night was interrupted by the chief surgeon and several of his
minions waking me. "Today Mr. Sailesh Gupta we are going to remove the bandages
on your chest, throat, and face." "Please remember that there will be
substantial bruising, and that the surgery to shorten your vocal cords will
make speaking painful and difficult for several more days." Removal of the
bandages was more irritating than painful. As soon as my chest was released, I
moved my hands to cup two firm, although extremely tender female breasts
jutting from my formerly planar physique. Obviously the shock was more than I
could handle as my next recollection was that of Sunita, once again holding my
hand in a now darkened room. "Have you seen them?" I whispered
gesturing toward my chest. "Yes my love and you have a very attractive
pair, firmer and more nicely shaped than mine." "But Sunita, I wasn't
born with these, it all seems so foreign, so immoral."
"I wasn't born with mine either, however I must admit that yours appeared
in a much shorter time." She smiled. The smile that melted my heart some
15 days before and I couldn't help from feeling somewhat better.
Chapter Six: The Impact
The following days were filled with the standard prodding, poking, and
examining so dear to the medical community in the early morning and my
afternoons were filled with a torture known as electrolysis. Each day at
precisely 1:00 P.M a sour faced matron armed with a vicious device terminating
in a needle would subject my sparse beard and chest hair to a 6 hour series of
hair removal. Her comments were short, excepting when she complimented herself
on how rapidly the treatment was progressing and that I would be smooth as a
baby's bottom by the end of the week.
Day four proved to be the most humiliating and frightening day of my stay. The
morning started with the announcement that the bandages covering my new (or
perhaps lack of) equipment would be removed. Following removal of the science
fiction collection of tubes, catheters and bandages, it was announced that I
was to be dilated. The chief physician produced what could only be described as
a long dildo, liberally coated it with K-Y jelly and proceeded to insert it
into my formerly virgin orifice. The pain was unbelievable.
My newly high-pitched voice screamed as in pain, I felt as if I were being
split in half. I squirmed and cried and begged them to stop this torture.
"Gupta, I know this is quite painful the first time, however let me assure
you that it is quite necessary to insure future functionality of your sexual
organ." "You will need to perform this procedure twice a day for the
ensuing six months, let me assure you that soon it will be more pleasure than
pain." Removing the hated device he left me to my thoughts. The pain in my
vagina was starting to lessen, prompting me to explore the opening in my legs.
Soft, tender labia surrounded a moist slit. Withdrawing my hand in disgust, I
left further examination to a later date.
Sunita entered the room and asked if I needed any assistance. "With the
catheter removed you will have to either use the bedpan or get up to answer
nature's call, however by now you must know that the days of standing to pee
are over." "I believe that I would like to try and get up, I've been
flat on my back for more than a week and I would really like to examine myself
in the floor length mirror."
"Will you help me Sunita?"
"Of course my darling, however you must be prepared as there is much about
you that has changed and you must accept these changes and adapt." With
the accompanying dizziness from being bedridden for so long and my changed
center of gravity hindering me, I managed to right myself and take several tenuous
steps.
Turning toward the mirror I opened the front of my hospital gown and reeled
from the shock of a nude woman with my face staring back at me. Pert, firm
breasts, wider hips, and normal appearing female genitalia defined the illusion
in the mirror. "I've seen enough." I announced closing the gown and
heading back to the sanctuary of the hospital bed.
The remainder of the week fell into the routine of electrolysis and dilation.
Finally the day for my release from the hospital arrived. Wakened early, I was
given a thorough examination and handed a huge document detailing the
procedures I was to follow in the coming weeks. Sunita entered the room bearing
several shopping bags. "I bought you some clothes to wear to the hotel and
we'll buy some more for the trip back to India.......
Chapter Seven: The
Makeover
Sunita opened the first bag and removed a bra and pair of panties. "Those
aren't for me!" I cried. "Of course they are dear, you will need to
adjust to your new role and in that role these are the undergarments you will
need to wear." "Additionally the bra will give you welcome support to
your still tender breasts." Reluctantly I slipped the panties over my
significantly wider hips, pulling them snugly against my new labia. The sensation
was foreign but not uncomfortable, as the light blue satin material was
remarkably soft and light. Next came the bra, another delicate garment,
fashioned out of the same blue satin. Struggling, I tried to remember how Sunita
put her brassiere on but found myself with the cups above my breasts, my arms
through the straps, unable to snap the back or adjust the front. Without adding
to my discomfort, Sunita gently showed me how to lengthen the straps and guided
me on the correct procedure. "Turn it around backwards and fasten the
hooks on the back strap, then rotate it around, place your arms through the
shoulder straps and lift the cups over your breasts." She instructed.
Having completed that ordeal, I was then handed a petticoat & a sleeveless
blouse, and a night gown. After wearing the petticoat & blouse by myself
she helps me to wear nightgown properly. I looked in the adjacent mirror and
was surprised to see a rather attractive woman looking back at me; my manly
haircut seemed remarkably out of place on the person in the mirror. "See
dear, it's not so bad, you are quite attractive, you are still alive, and 51%
of the population copes with this "condition" everyday of their
lives." Sunita said, breaking my reverie. "I bought you some casual
things and we will gradually indoctrinate you into sari and salwar cameez and
all sorts of wonderful feminine clothes." "No damned way am I ever
wearing a sari or salwar cameez?" I exploded.
Then seeing the hurt look on Sunita's face I realized that this was tough on
her as well, her husband got a fatal accident, emasculated, and now raging at
her when she was only trying to support the one she loved as best she knew how.
"I'm sorry my love, of course we will continue with my transformation, I
guess I'm just a little overwhelmed." Smiling again, Sunita beckoned me to
sit down in front of a small desk in my room. "Reaching into the seemingly
bottomless shopping bag she removed several bottles, tubes and brushes. Placing
them on the table in front of me she said "Now don't lose control, I'm
simply going to apply a slight amount of makeup, a proper lady would not want
to go out with her face naked."
With that she proceeded to apply a light foundation that complimented my fair
complexion. Powder, blush, eye shadow, liner, and mascara followed in rapid
succession, the odd sensations and odors left me feeling quite uncomfortable
yet somehow excited. She continued her labor by affixing two tiny pearl clip
earrings on my earlobes, and placing a softly curled short wig over my short
hair. "You won't need the wig for long, I know that it is uncomfortable
but when you see the benefit I am sure you'll agree it's necessary." She
then held up a necklace of two hearts intertwined held on a delicate gold
chain. "These are our hearts my love, we shall always be together."
With tears welling up in both our eyes she fastened the chain around my neck,
kissed me softly, and placed a red bindi in the middle of my forehead.
Chapter Eight: The
Makeover Days Continues
Waking in the next day morning, I rolled over, the protrusions of my breasts
reminding me of the events of the past weeks. The pink colored, silky night
gown provided me by my spouse provided additional reinforcement that I was not
my stepdaughter's big daddy anymore. "Wake up", Sunita commanded. "Today
is the first official day of your new life and we are going to make the most of
it!" Groaning in a most unfeminine manner I swung my cleanly shaven legs
over the side of the bed and headed for the bathroom to eliminate some of the
previous night's water from my system. Sitting on the toilet (a posture that
still required cognizant effort as I only had to pee), I released a stream into
the bowl, gingerly wiped my new genitalia, and exited to find Sunita already
clothed in an attractive maroon sari and matching heels. "Dilation for 20
minutes, breakfast in the room, your introduction to wearing a sari and makeup
and a shopping excursion are the orders of the day." she extolled. "Sunita,
GODDAMNIT...." I started but was promptly interrupted."Just get to it.",
she stormed, "I am trying my best to be supportive and loving and I am not
about to tolerate this crap." Somewhat taken aback at her tone I grabbed
my "friend" the dildo and retired to the bedroom to begin the
self-induced torture of widening my new vagina. Inserting the wretched device,
I massaged and enlarged my new opening. Following 20 minutes of tears and
discomfort, I emerged and waited for further direction.
"Here is the outfit I've purchased for your first official day as a
female."Sunita stated as she pointed to a collection of garments displayed
on the sofa. I crossed the room and gazed upon an attractive silk sari,
matching blouse and petticoat, a cream colored bikini panty and bra set, a
delicate lacey slip, and a pair of 2" strap heels in a matching shade of
light purple. Mindful of the earlier rebuff, I decided not to object and dress
myself in the awaiting garments. Struggling with the bra, I successfully
managed to attire myself in Sunita's ensemble. The silk sari felt slick and
smooth against my hairless legs, the slip caressing my expanded hips. Stepping
into the shoes presented an entire new feeling-- one of restraint of
movement--if you will, one of subservience. Satisfied with my performance, Sunita
beckoned me to the dressing table. Sitting, I was subjected to a fitting and
styling of my wig, the application of a multitude of potions and lotions--
foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, two complimentary shades of shadow,
mascara, lip gloss and light sprits of Channel. Glancing in the mirror, I found
myself in awe of the attractive woman peering back at me.
Chapter Nine: The
Revelation
My reverie was broken by a knock at the door of my cabin and the announcement
of coming of my stepson & stepdaughter. "Be a dear and get that."
Sunita requested as she strode toward the bathroom. Mortified, I unsteadily
went to answer the door, conscious of my heels, my dress, my makeup, my
breasts, the absence of my penis, I opened the door. "Dad! You!
"Sujata screamed. And I noticed the perplexed eye movement of my stepson
towards my body especially towards my big boobs.
We settled down to breakfast. Sujata said "How are you dad?" I was
feeling very shy. Still I did not open my mouth before them. Because after the
operation my voice has been changed into high pitched like other female. Sunita
says, "Hey! Do not say her dad?.after SRS, she is no longer your
dad." "But what will we call to her?.as you are present we can't call
her mom?.and if we do not call her dad then..." "Right now, just call
her by her name Shailja. We will decide later what will be her status to
you."
Pratap is very much silent. Probably because of my changed status. In our
family chatting there was always a balance. Two males & two females. And
now, he is only male. I understand that he is not feeling comfortable like me.
"We're going shopping this morning." Sunita stated between mouthfuls
of the most delicious strudel. "We are going to indoctrinate you into a
female institution, which will afford you the opportunity to refine your
feminine posture and demeanor." Although I was admittedly reluctant to
undertake such a journey, I could not help but feel a sense of anticipation and
desire for the upcoming trip.
Chapter Ten: The Identity Crisis
One doctor comes to my room for final check up. Sunita tells my stepdaughter
& stepson to leave the room. They left the room. Doctor orders me to strip.
I follow with shame. Doctor checked. "Everything is ok. You can leave the
hospital today. But you have to wait 2/3 hours more. Because our hospital
clerks are preparing the papers. Since we have operated & changed your
gender you need every paper with you. Without those you will not be allowed to
leave our country, because you have a passport of male name & gender."
Sunita says, "Thank you doctor. You just prepare. We will
wait."Doctor left the room. Sujata & Pratap again came into the room.
Sujata says, "Is everything is ok? Can we take her with us & leave the
hospital?"Sunita says "Yes". Then she calls our travel agent
& requests him to come into the hospital to discuss the matter.
Sunita says the travel agent contacted with her & said sorry for the
accident & raised his hand for any type of help necessary for us. After 20
minutes he comes. And greets me without any hesitation. Sunita says everything
the doctor said to her about the papers. He listens everything silently. Then
said "if everything is ok by you then I have no problem?.but, what I am
thinking is, and will your society & relatives accept the fact? What you
think?" "I know they can't. And I can't reveal myself. "I can't
keep myself strong?the female hormones have already started their work. I am
feeling vulnerable. I start crying.
Chapter Eleven: The
Solution
The travel agent says," I have a suggestion. And if you agree, I can help
you." Sujata says," It is true, we can't return back to our home
taking dad in this form & tell everyone what actually happens to him??they
don't believe it?if they believe, they don't accept us?.if they accept us, they
at least don't accept dad??if accept, they will humiliate him for sure."
My stepson Pratap says, "Besides, dad can't continue his job, can't
continue his social life? So we must think something new for him"."
But, how that will be possible?.he has several bank accounts?..joint accounts
with me??some life insurance policies?..so many other things in his name?.what
will happen to those? We cannot obviously leave those for sure. And we cannot
hide him for the rest of his life. He must reveal himself" Sunita says.
The travel agent says," for that, my plan will be very much
effective." Sunita says, "Well, tell me what your plan is."
"You know, the driver, who is killed in the accident is an NRI. He was a
widower. He had a stepdaughter named Shailja who is still missing. There is no
clue that she is dead. But at the age of 7 she has parted with her dad. The
neighbor says, one day, when, she was returning from school, a group of men
kidnapped her. The driver, tried a lot to return her, even did FIR to the
nearest police station, but did not find her. If she is alive now, she has
become a 30 years old lady. I have a lot of connection here, in the police, in
the municipality, in the govt. office & even in the hospital. I can arrange
everything, so that we can establish her as a missing stepdaughter of this dead
driver."He paused.
I am surprised by his proposal. Before the tour, I was the head of the family.
A proud father. A beloved husband. A successful MD. And now, a mere female,
without an identity. Why didn't I suicide? How will I live for the rest of my
life? A vulnerable foreign body, an identity crisis?. An accident has taken
everything from me?my achievement, my fame, even my identity?.I can't think, I
can't decide?. I don't know what God will decide about my future.
"We will collect the death certificate of Sailesh Gupta & death
certificate of the driver Mr. N. Roy. The rest of the world will know that in
the accident both the driver & Mr. Sailesh Gupta have been killed. The
death certificate of Mr. Sailesh Gupta will settle every financial matter of
your family. And then we will claim that she is the missing stepdaughter Miss. Shailja
Roy of the dead driver Mr. N. Roy. The neighbor will give witness. Then we will
settle every financial matter of Mr. N. Roy. We are fortunate that there is no
other relative of the dead driver. So, settlement will be easier. And then, you
will take Miss Shailja Roy with you to India because she has no relative in
this country & your family is very much sympathetic to her because her dad
& your husband both are killed in an accident. Sound realistic to
you?" The travel agent paused.
Sunita & my kids are very much excited. "This is the best plan we
have. Are you sure you can arrange everything?" Sujata says.
"Yes. I can arrange. But you need to spend some money.""Money
will not be any problem. Just arrange everything." Sunita says. The travel
agent hurriedly goes outside & within some minutes he returns back with the
head clerk of the hospital. "He will prepare the necessary
documents." And tells Sunita "Please come with us in the office room,
we have to give inputs to him."
After they have gone I did not keep my tears in my eyes. I cried & tell my stepdaughter,
"Suji, please stop these?. I can't. This is not possible. How will I
become a 30 years old spinster?I am not woman? at least not mentally?.please stops
those things. She caresses me" I know, I understand your feeling?.but we
really need these documents?.we need you as a normal human being?with a normal
female identity?.see, all will be well" Pratap touches my short hear with
his right hand" do not worry, we will be always with you".
After one hour, they return back with all the prepared documents. The travel
agent says "now Saileshbabu, you are no longer officially a male &
related with them. You are now Miss. Shailja Roy, stepdaughter of Mr. N. Roy,
aged 29 years 3 months 22 days. You are not Indian. You are a resident of
Thailand. And, here is your death certificate. Probably you are the first in
the world who sees his/her owns death certificate." I am in a fix. I can't
talk. I chocked. I cried.
The travel agent tells "Tomorrow I have to go some places with Shailja?
The driver's home, to the neighbors, to the municipal office & to the
passport office to prepare new passport for her."
Chapter Twelve: Decision
of Marriage
Sunita says to travel agent, "but how can we keep someone for a long time
who is not related to us, who is not even married? you know, the relatives, the
neighbors? They will question us after some days? what is your plan with this
girl? Why she has come with you? When will be she married? You know the
neighbors & relatives are always like gossips."
"Then settle her with your stepson" the travel agent replied.
"WHAT!!! Are you mad! You know this is illegal! This is incest! "Sunita
shouted.
"Madam! Why? What I am saying is absolutely correct in the legal point of
view. As per the official documents; she is resident of Thailand & stepdaughter
of Late N. Roy. Physically she is a complete woman. And since she can't bear
child there is no problem of anything like incest. So, the marriage will be absolutely
legal. And that will also solve all the problems. You will tell the neighbors
& relatives that after losing your husband you were in complete shock. But
when you heard that the driver has survived by a stepdaughter & she is now
completely alone, after discussion with your stepson & stepdaughter, you
decided & made your stepson agreed upon this marriage.
I can't look at my stepson. I am in shame. I am feeling shy. What are they
planning! It can't be. What my stepson Pratap thinks. He is also in absolute
shock. "It cannot be. It can't be. This is not possible. He is my father.
May be he is now changed in female. But, still, he is my father. I can't marry
her "He leaves the room.
The travel agent says to Sunita, "you should discuss with him. This is the
best solution I have." No I can't discuss it with him." Sunita
says," Perhaps, Sujata can discuss the matter with him. And the plan
sounds best even to me. If necessary, request the doctor to discuss the matter
with Pratap" Sujata goes to Pratap to make him agreed.
Chapter Thirteen: Back
in the Hotel
At 12 noon we left the hospital. The travel agent arranged everything with
absolute secrecy. So, they take me to another hotel. The travel agent advised Sunita
to check out from the previous hotel. That day we took complete rest.
I don't know what Sunita, Sujata, Pratap & travel agent discussed about my
future. I have already got an outline of the plan?not the details of the plans.
After reaching hotels the mother & stepdaughter took me to the bathroom.
Then Sunita asked me to strip. I denied. She shouted. "Have you forgotten
about everything? You need dilation with this long dildo coated with K-Y Jelly
every day for at least 20 minutes. Just become nude & lie in the
floor"
I obeyed. She asked Sujata to insert the 6' long dildo into my new vagina. She
did. I cried in my new high pitched voice. I screamed. She says," dad,
welcome to our women territory?from now on you will become one of us?. And very
fast you should accustomed with the fact that you are no longer a male, an MD
or our dad?.you are like us?a female, and officially a 30 years old spinster
who will soon become my Bhabi?my sister-in-law." I have no time to reply
her?.I am moaning?.a huge pain with pleasure?..I began to like the feeling.
Sunita rented two adjoining double bed rooms & one single room in this
hotel. The single room was for Pratap. And the others are for three of us.
There is a door in between the two rooms. After dilation, Sunita & Sujata
made me bath. The soap, the bubble bath & Sunita rubbed a hair remover
cream all over my body. Though, there was no trace of hair in my body. The
doctors applied electrolysis all over my body.
After bath, they cleaned my body by a towel. And took me before the king size
mirror in the room. I see a beautiful nude young woman is looking after me. I
am stunned by her beauty. The smooth & bright skin, the figure, the huge
boobs & obviously the deep vagina surrounded by black hair?..I really love
my new body.
Sunita gives me the pink colored female underwear which she purchased from the
hotel boutique. Those perfectly fitted my new body. Then she handed me a short
skirt & tight fitting top. "Give me salwar kameez. I do not want to
wear those" I say. "No, you have to wear those. You are now going
down to hotel beauty parlor. I have already talked with the lady beautician
& have taken an appointment at 3pm. We need your complete makeover."
I reluctantly wear the mini skirt & top. Sujata adjusted the cloth
perfectly for me. It is very much foreign to me. I never wear even Bermuda
after marriage. So, I am feeling very shy in this dress. Never mind what it
does effect on me?.I understand?.now I have to do many more things what I did
not do in my life, what I do not want to do?.and the 2' hills. First I did not
keep my balance. Sujata take my hand & tells me to practice.
Sunita went to the adjacent room to change herself. She will go with me in the
beauty parlor. Sujata whispers in my ear," I have great news for
you." I look at her. She continues," Dada (Pratap) has agreed to
marry you." What! Noooo! It can't be" I wished to shout. But somehow
I manage not to cry. I know now it is obvious. I have to mentally prepare
myself for the impossible thing.
Chapter Fourteen:
Adopting New Identity & Beautification
One Thai woman greets us. She is the owner of the beauty salon. Sunita tells
her name."Ohh! Yes. I was waiting for you. The manager called me &
fixed an appointment. He told me you need a complete makeover. "She asked
to Sunita."No. Not for me. I need a complete makeover for her. She is my
future stepdaughter-in-law." I blushed as the woman looks at me."
Anyways, I am Sunita. She is Shailja. We have come from India to visit your
country. I am also a beautician by profession." "Ohh! It's amazing.
Nice to meet you. I am Pata Tida Patchariwong. You can call me by my nick name
Tangmoo. Hope I will be able to give her the best makeover treatment. You just
give me some basic idea." "You take this piece of paper. Everything
is written here. "Suita handed her a piece of paper. She reads the
paper."Okay I will do my best." "Tell me how much time you need
to complete?""I think it will take not more than 2
hours.""Well. I will go to shopping for her & will reach within
this time."
"Behave like a good girl Shailja." Sunita says & left. Tangmoo
asked me come inside with her. I silently follow her. The beauty salon is
itself a beauty. At least 40'*20' space & filled with modern equipments.
There are 4 lady assistants in the room. I never before entered into a ladies
beauty parlor in my life. And now, I am here to get a beauty treatment for
myself!!!
"I have cancelled all of my appointments to give you special
treatment." She smiles & gives names of her assistants. I greeted
everyone & shake hands with them. Then Tangmoo asked me to strip."
What! "I scream as if I did not understand. She smiles again. You have to
strip now. Without you being nude, how will we give complete treatments to your
body? I hesitantly strip. This is the first time in my life I am naked before
any lady except my wife Sunita & my Stepdaughter Sujata... I feel very shy.
The ladies are really expert. They know how to handle the situation. Tangmoo
observes my body fully. Then instruct one of her girls to measure me. That lady
came to me with a tape. After measurement, she tells Tangmoo "its 36-26-36".
"You should start exercise every day. Because anyone like your body needs
24' of waist." Tangmoo says. "However lie on the bed." She took
me to a bed covered by a white sheet. The one of the lady takes some olive oil
in her palm, applies all over my body & begin to message. The cream has a
beautiful smell.
Ohh! What a comfort! I never felt such comfort in my life. I am simply enjoying
the message. She applies little more on my boobs & starts giving curly
massage. It runs nearly 15 minutes. She took some extra care for my nipples.
Her massage gives me bit wetness in my new pussy. Now I completely understand
why Sunita would so much excite when I messaged her boobs in early days in our
marriage life. Ohhhh God! I am in heaven now.
Then she came to my foot. She massaged every fingers of my foot. Then she
messaged my legs?then the thighs. She started very slowly. Then she goes very
fast. Then she pours little extra oil on my vagina & started rubbing pussy
lips?.I cannot control me?.what a feeling! I did know sex is so much exciting
in lady's form. She then started to message my clitoris?..Ohhhh! Every inch of
my pussy touched by those expert hands.Then she came to my foot. She massaged
every fingers of my foot. Then she messaged my legs?then the thighs. She started
very slowly. Then she goes very fast. Then she pours little extra oil on my
vagina & started rubbing pussy lips?.
I cannot control me?.what a
feeling! I did know sex is so much exciting in lady's form. She then started to
message my clitoris?..Ohhhh! Every inch of my pussy touched by those expert
hands.
I am really aroused. I felt so horny. If she is a male probably I simply asked
her to fuck me. That is the best phrase to describe my condition. The lady also
understands my condition. So, she gives a bit extra time to message my vagina.
I bit my lower lip by my upper teeth in excitement & finally climaxed. The
lady smiled naughtily. "How you feel madam?" I felt shy. Then she
took me to shower & applied shampoo in my short hair. She bathed me well. I
felt like a feather.
She asks me to sit on a chair & asked to spread my thighs widely. I do so.
She applied some foam on my pussy hair & started brushing. It gave lot of
lather. Then she started to shave my pussy hair. She removed all the hair on my
vagina. I never imagined that I am going to get shaved all of my pussy hair.
She then shaved my arm pits. Then she brings a mirror to show my vagina first
time. I see my shaved pussy. It looks really nice. It looks like 10 years old
girl's pussy before her puberty. I am very fair. So, my vagina is pinkish in
color. Rosy colored clitoris looks like a crown on my pussy. She asks me,
"Are you satisfied madam?" I shyly said "yes." "This
was a special instruction from your would be husband. He does not like hair in pussy."
I blushed again. Did really Pratap instruct them? Did he really decide to marry
me? How he can do that? I am his father.
Then she takes me to shower. She poured rose water in bath tub & started
bathing me. I felt like a doll in her hand. Another lady assistant brings
towels & dried me.
Then she asked me to sit on chair. One lady begins to cut my short hair in a
feminine style. Another one started to give facial on my face. Another one
began pedicure.
Another one hour passed. They already set my short hair in feminine style. The
facial & bleach has been completed. The pedicure & manicure has already
done. Then one of them begins to apply nail police. The other lady begins works
on eyebrows. She gives them very sexy shape. She applies foundation on face.
The eyeliner, mascara, blushes on cheek, lipstick, lip gloss, lip liner, all
these are applied on my face for the first time. Another lady pierced both of
my ears 3 times & pierced my left nostril one time.
Then Tangmoo called Sunita to come in the salon as they are about to complete
the makeup. Within 10 minutes she came into the parlor with Sujata, my stepdaughter.
I was still naked sitting in the chair.
Sunita first looks at me & then to the Thai beauticians & then to
Sujata. "Oah! What a beauty! I did not think that I would get such a
beautiful lady as my Bahu (Stepdaughter-in-law)! What you think Sujata?
""You are right mum. She is really a beauty! Dada (Pratap) will
really be happy to get her as his wife. And look at her pussy! As if a fresh
pink flower! Pratap is very lucky. Without being lucky how will he get this
rose flower to worship?"" Yah! Really." I blush.
"So, you are happy about the makeover?" Tangmoo asks."Yes.
"Definitely" Sunita replies. And take this packet. There is some
jewelry. We are waiting. You just complete the makeover."
Tangmoo open the packet. There is a jewelry box. She opens it. She puts golden
ear rings in the upper holes of my both ear. Then she puts diamond stud golden
ear chain in my lower holes of ear. And there is a beautiful nose ring which
she puts in my pierced nose.
Then she helped me to wear the new pink colored panty & bra. The design is
very modern & the materials are very comfortable. Sunita says "Shailja,
these are the best in the world. These are belongs to Victoria's secret. Just
go in front of the mirror & see yourself. You will be proud of your new
figure & costume." I obediently go to the mirror. It is amazing. The
woman in the mirror is really desirable by any of the man in the world. And she
looks her best in world's best lingerie. And she is me.
"Now wear this jean & top. You have to do too many things today."
Sunita hands over me a faded whitish jean & a pinkish top. I have worn so
many jeans in my earlier life. But this is ladies jean. But I am now feeling more
comfortable because this cloth will cover my smooth legs. Then I wear the top.
This is typical ladies wear. I have seen Sujata to wear this type of top. But
this is very short & tight fitting. It does not cover my naval. And the
jean fits only 4 inch below the naval. And then I wear 4 inch high heal in my
foot.
Chapter Fifteen: My new
Home & Nabors
Tangmoo says goodbye to us. We return back to our hotel room. I noticed the
male visitors & male staffs of the hotels looks at me. There was the travel
agent waiting for us. He surprised to see new me. "Ohh! What a change. I
did not recognize you. You are looking beautiful." I smiled." Madam,
she has to go with me. You all should go with me." He says to Sunita."Where?"
"Shailja has to go her home. I mean, she has to go to the home of Late N
Roy. She has to take over the wealth & home & belongings of Late N Roy.
She has to talk with the Nabors, give her & her father's name & then
she has to go to municipality & hospital for certificates & documents
to establish herself as Shailja Roy, stepdaughter of Late N Roy." The
travel agent says."I can't. I will be caught. "I cried. "But you
have to .You have to do these things to live a normal life in future & to
return back as Shailja & as my stepson's wife."Sunita says.
I compelled to stop crying. My fate has been changed. Now I no longer Sailesh
Gupta, the proud husband of Sunita, guardian of the family & MD of a big
company. That man is now no longer existing. Officially I will become Shailja
Roy within some hours. The only stepdaughter of Late N Roy. A Thai citizen.
But where is Pratap? I do not see him. I ask Sujata about that. She
exclaimed."What is the matter dad? You are already beginning to miss him.
The marriage only has been fixed. What will you do after marriage? Will you
keep him always in your arms?"Again I blushed.
We went to the house of late N Roy, the dead driver. Officially he would be my
father. I had small talk with him before & while driving the car. He was a
good human being. The travel agent chose him as our driver because he was a non
resident Indian, a Bengali & established driver in Thailand. He was a
widower & lonely. He showed me an old photo of young Shailja & told me
that she had been lost at the early age.
When we reached the house, some Thai women greeted us. They are the neighbor.
Then they hugged me & wept & asked me whether I recognize them or not.
I shake my head as planned because the planned storyline is that the police
chased the kidnappers & they did through me from the car & escaped. The
police admitted me to the hospital. But due to accident I lost my previous
memory & a childless couple adopted me.
The neighbor believed the story. The travel agent also told them about the
recent car accident. He showed them Sunita & told that her husband also had
been killed in this accident & that Sunita had decided to tie the knot
between her stepson and the stepdaughter of the driver. Because there is no
relative of Shailja; Shailja's father & her husband has been killed by same
accident.
They became very happy. They greeted Sunita for showing this type of humanity
& Sunita in return invited them in my marriage which would be held 3 days
later. We then entered into the room. A one storied small house. There are two
bedrooms & one dining space. Though he was the only member of the family,
still the rooms are neatly arranged. The kitchen also has all the modern
equipments.
Now this is officially my house. Me, Miss Shailja Roy, stepdaughter of Late N
Roy, Resident of Thailand, 30 years old ,who will be Mrs. Shailja Gupta, wife
of Pratap Gupta after three days. What a change of faith!
Sunita asked me to prepare tea & some snacks for them & for the
neighbors. I went to kitchen & begin to prepare tea. But I was not
accustomed with cooking. I never needed cooking. So I was feeling puzzled.
After 5 minutes Sujata come into the kitchen & seeing me not doing anything
shout at me, "What are you doing here? Ma told you prepare tea and you are
doing nothing? She just told you to prepare tea & nothing more. How will
you make happy my brother after marriage you fool?"
The neighbors & Sunita came into the kitchen & Sujata said, "Ma,
why have decided to tie the knot with my brother? She does nothing about the
womanly work."I wept. How Sujata scolded me like that? After all she is my
stepdaughter! Sunita said, "No problem. I will teach her everything after
marriage. A woman mainly needs to make her husband happy in the bed. If she can
do that perfectly, I will teach her other things well.' They laughed. And I
blushed in shame.
How an accident changed my faith completely!!!
Chapter Sixteen: The
Preparation for Marriage
Next 2 days we went to different places to collect necessary documents
including my birth certificate, death certificate of the driver etc. Everything
has arranged finally. The marriage date has been fixed on tomorrow. The travel
agent arranged a Hindu marriage ritual & he also called a Hindu purohit to
do the rituals.
I never see Pratap after leaving hospital. The travel agent said that bride
& groom should not meet each other immediately before marriage. I have been
shifted to my home that means the home of the driver. Sunita & Sujata are
in hotel. They are now including in the family of groom. So, they should not
live with me. The travel agent is residing with me as my local guardian &
his Indian wife also with me. The travel agent did not say anything about my
transformation to her. So, she (Alisha) took me as her normal female friend
& behaved me that way.
She tried to comfort me every way to be a proper bride for my tomorrow's
wedding. She fixed an appointment with a beauty parlor for bridal make up &
dressing. She has told me that the owner of the beauty parlor is an Indian
lady. So, I should not be anxious about dressing & make up. She does not
know what is bothering me in my mind. Actually I am preparing myself to marry
my own stepson. And even; I was not his mother, but father, by profession a
managing director of a big private concern.
In the evening she cooked some light food & did allow me to take a little
light food. According to her it is necessary to diet in the eve of marriage
date. In the night she gave some womanly tips for the first night of marriage.
Next day morning she took me to the nearby gym. There we did some exercise,
took some aerobics lessons & after 2 hours we return back to my home. Then
she prepared hot water mixing with some herbals for my bath. After some light
lunch we went to that beauty parlor at 2 pm. The marriage
ceremony has been fixed at dot 4-30pm in a nearby banquet. So we have
sufficient time for bridal make up.
We went there and a nice young lady invited us into the parlor. The name of the
lady is Rehashed is a friend of Alisha. Her mother is a Marathi but father is a
Thai. Alisha told her everything about me & my need before coming, so, she
began to prepare myself.
Chapter Seventeen: The
Preparation as Bride
Alisha brought everything of bridal make up? The jewelry, the dress & other
things. First Rekha requests me to strip. I hesitate. Alisha says," we are
all female here. You should not be shy. Besides, today is your marriage day.
Perhaps it is the best day of a woman's life. We have to prepare you as best as
we can within two hour time. So, it is best to follow the order of Rekha and
strip." I strip. Rekha first observes my naked body."Oh ho! Nice
figure. And Alisha, see her pussy! As pink as rose. And there is no trace of
hair. Perhaps, you are virgin. Na? " Alisha smiles."Yes, I also think
so. Are you Shailja?" I shyly nodded. "There are very few woman of
her age virgin till her marriage. We have to appreciate her."Rekha
says."Yes, definitely. And Sunita aunty, her would be mother-in-law told
me that her stepson likes the hairless pussy, so, she requested her to remove
hair from her pussy." I am feeling very nervous & shy hearing their
dialogue.
Then Rekha removes a small spray bottle from bag & sprays it in my pussy
& says," this will tight your pussy lips, I mean, I know, it is
already tight, you are a virgin, still?and it will remove all the bad odors
from your pussy." Alisha hand me over a white panty to wear. Then she
lifts a white petticoat up & ties it around my waist. My legs now disappear
under the expanse of cotton material and lot of frills. I am admiring cold
caressing touch of them to my legs. Then comes the white bra & red colored
blouse. Rekha first massages my 36'' boobs for some moments & gives me the
bra to wear. The blouse is sleeve less & backless also. So, after wearing
those, still I feel, I am very much nude in back. Though those give me a new
sensation.
Alisha brings me in front of mirror. I see myself. It is not me. It is Shailja.
The bride of the groom Pratap, who is the stepson of Sailesh. Who is Sailesh?
There is none existed in the world. Sailesh is now officially dead. But, I am
not dead. I am alive. Then who am I? Who? Who?....... I am Shailja, the bride,
the virgin woman, now in front of mirror.
Then they help me to wear the red Benarasi sari. The sari is slowly unfolded,
tucked into the waistband of my petticoat, and wrapped around my body. They are
experts at folding the pleats in the front. The remainder of the material is
wrapped around my body again then folded and draped over my left shoulder where
it was pinned into place. The extra material hung down my back. The outfit is
gorgeous. It is huge. I don't know from where Alisha collected it in Thailand.
But, it is really heavy. I feel the weight. I feel the sensation. I am still in
front of the mirror. I see a beautiful woman. I see her naval at least 2'' up
her sari.
It took them another 45
minutes to complete my bridal make up in my face. After cleaning my face, light
moisturizer is applied for smoothing my skin. Afterwards, to put spot on the
skin out of sight, a concealer of a light color shadow is selected for the
areas of the face around the eyes and nose. Then it is gently applied and
blended all over the face and under the neck for an oil-free foundation to make
it last throughout a long day.
Considering the skin quality of my face the accurate foundation shade to match
with skin color is given. After applying the concealer, pancake and foundation
on the face and neck, the eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow are used. Then, to
hide the shine of the makeup, compact powder is applied. Prior to filling lips
with lipstick lips are drawn round using a lip liner. The best colors for
lipsticks are maroons and browns for the darkish skin color of the Indian
bride. Though I am a fair lady, still, Rekha selected the color for me. A good
quality lipstick is selected for its lasting matching with my dress.
For the makeover of the eyes glitters over the eyebrows are used to give a
glowing look of the bride. So, Rekha uses s thin line of white eyeliner on the
eyelid to highlight the eyes. Black mascara is used to highlight my lashes.
Eyebrows are brushed out to have a thorough look. Proper makeup is also applied
to the forehead, nose and chin.
As my hair was short, they placed a long, gold thread, hair net over my head.
It was adorned with beads. A beaded Ghunghat, matching the hair net, was hooked
to either side of my head. It covered the lower half of my face revealing only
my heavily made up eyes.
Then Rekha brings a stool & asks me to sit on it in front of mirror. I
know, it is the final stage to be prepared as bride. I have to wear jewelries.
The jewelries are heavy. Those are specially designed for Indian marriage.
First Rekha tugged long, dangling, golden earrings heavily into my lower
earlobes. Then she puts small golden earrings into my other earlobes. She then
puts a huge nose ring in my left nostril. I was surprised when they attached a
number of gold chains to my pierced ears and nose. After putting those chains,
I feel the inconvenience. The big nose ring now always touches my lips. I
admired myself in the mirror as Rekha attached wide, gold bracelets around my
ankles and wrists.
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 make up & bridal
sari.
When they finished it was almost 4pm.For the last time I look at me in the
mirror. The lady in mirror is just like a princess. I have to confess, even she
is better than Sunita in her marriage night. And she is not like 44yrs old
lady; she looks like a lady of her early thirty. Ready to be get married, ready
to be someone's wife.
Alisha asked me to wear the sandal. I put those in my smooth legs. Then she
escorts me to the parlor door. The travel agent was waiting in the reception.
He greets me well & and requests me to go outside with him. There was a
decorated car was waiting for us. The chauffer opens the door of the car. We
three entered into the car.
Chapter Eighteen: The
Marriage
It took him only five minutes to reach the banquet. There are some peoples. I
recognize them. They are the neighbors. They brought me to inside. The banquet
is beautifully decorated for the auspicious ceremony. And in the middle there
is an arrangement for Bengali marriage ceremony. They took me to an adjacent
room. This room is also decorated. I sit on a decorated chair.
The people of groom side including groom came after 10 minutes. That means Pratap
the groom, Sunita his mother & Sujata his sister. I am now completely
belongs to the other family. Officially, I am Shailja Roy, stepdaughter of Late
N. Roy, a citizen of Thailand. So, this city is belongs to me & the Nabors
of Late N. Roy are belongs to my side. One of the old Thai Nabors is decided to
be my guardian & he will perform the role of the father of the bride by the
Hindu marriage.
There was no time to wait. It is already 4-30 pm. So, all the guests gathered
to the hall where they arrange the things for marriage. They also escorted me
to the place. I, in bridal dress, shyly went there. They asked me to sit next
to the groom.
This is the first time I see Pratap, my groom. He wore the traditional Hindu
marriage dress. That means designer dhoti & Punjabi. He wore exactly the
same dress I wore to marry Sunita. And in this dress he looked more like me in
my previous version.
While the Brahmin chanted all mantras, me and Pratap performed puja and finally
Pratap tied mangalsutra around my neck & put vermilion on my forehead. It
was simultaneously an exciting as well as shameful scene for me as my own stepson
tied the sutra around my neck & put vermilion on my forehead to marry me.
Then we exchanged garlands & took sat phere. Then he sat beside me to
complete other puja.
We did all the things too newlyweds do while marrying. The old Thai Nabors
performed parent's duties from my side and Sunita performed my duties for my stepson.
The weddings completed by
half past 6 in the evening. Everybody followed us to my home for dinner. They
made me and Pratap sit on special VIP chairs as they had dinner.
They gave us rice in one plate so that we can share while eating. Pratap took
some rice, mixed it with curry and offered it to me as I opened my mouth to
eat. At that time I thought things have changed. While I was his father, I used
to feed him sometimes like that. Now that he married his own father who
transformed into a lady, he is feeding me.
This house is officially belongs to me now. A nice one storied house indeed.
And the main bedroom is specially decorated by flowers for our very special
first wedding night. All are very busy except me. The travel agent & his
wife Alisha & obviously Sunita, have kept themselves busy to invite the
guests & their dinner & obviously the party. The guests are very
limited. But we had to invite the Nabors & some officials of Thai
government, the officials, clerks, doctors & nurses of the hospital &
the staffs of the two beauty parlors as everyone somehow some roles to
physically transform a dying father to a beautiful lady & giving her a true
identity & making her a citizen of Thailand.
Sitting in VIP chair, in my bridal dress, a tired, shy as newlywed me, is
greeting everyone & thanking them for coming, participating, enjoying &
supporting me. Sujata is besides me. Perhaps, she is enjoying the situation.
Or, she is noticing both my inner as well as outer change from a father to a
wife of his own stepson.
Pratap is rounding the entire place, talking with the guests, exchanging his
happiness with them. Sometimes, he is coming to me with some young guest &
we are talking. I notice his change of behavior to me. Now, he is not shy to
me. Now, he is not reluctant to talk with me. Rather he is enjoying his time
with me, touching me very easily. The travel agent arranged a photo session. We
posed for the pictures. Sometimes I was alone, sometimes we were both in
different gesture, in different moods & there were some family photo
session. Every time, I felt his growing possessiveness to me. He even dictated
some times what I should have to do & made sure that I do that.
Most of the guests left us after midnight. The marriage has been completed. The
auspicious rituals also. Only one last ritual is pending. Physical intimacy of
our first night. It is not the first night of my life as a husband & man,
but it is definitely my first night as a wife, as a woman with my hubby my own stepson
Pratap. I could not imagine the same kid who grew before me and whom I taught
every steps of his life will now enter my room as my hubby, my guardian, my
lord, my king..
Chapter Nineteen: The
First Night
They finished all rituals and then sent Pratap to our decorated bedroom. Few
minutes later, Sunita, my former wife and now my new mother-in-law gave me a
glass of milk and escorted me to the room. The other ladies smile. Sujata
whispers in my ear," Dad, forget the past. You are now my sister-in-law,
my bhabhi, enjoy your first night & prepare yourself to lose your
virginity." Other ladies smile.
It was a shaking moment for me. I am going to celebrate my first night as a
woman with my own stepson. Sunita slowly pushed me into the room and quickly
shut the door behind me. I could hear her locking it from outside. I took a
look at the room and saw Pratap sitting on the bed that was decorated with lots
of flowers.
Sujata advised me to forget my past. But it reminds me of my past. Everything
is very similar to my marriage with Sunita. But that day I was the groom & Sunita
was the blushing bride. Today, I am the blushing bride & my own stepson is
my groom.
I slowly walked towards him hesitantly. He stands up and meets me halfway. He
takes the glass, drinks half the milk and gives it to me to drink the remaining
half of milk to drink. He helps me to lift the glass to my mouth as I slowly
drank the milk blushing.
Then I bent myself & touched my veil covered head to his foot to take his
blessing as an year old tradition performed by newlywed Indian wife in her
first night. He kept his arms on my waist & helped me to stand up & he
said 'So, how are you feeling Dad!'
I was surprised as he called me dad. I am no longer his dad. Even I am no
longer a man. I kept my silence.
Putting the glass on the table he said "you know, when mom & sis told
me to marry you, first, I was not agreeing in this strange marriage."
Standing in front of him, bending my veil covered head in shame, I did not
talk. What will I say to him? What can I say? I also did not want this
situation. I did not want to die in that accident. But, I surely wished to die
when doctor decided to transform me from male to female.
He then said, "I saw you & mom. Your married life. Your mature
relationship as man & wife. How you performed your role as husband, as
guardian of the family, as father of two kids. As a father & husband you
were my role model. If anyone asked me what mark would I give you as father in
the scale of 10 Then I would surely give you 10 on 10. We had a very good
relation as father & stepson. From my teenage you had become more my friend
than my father. I always shared my secret with you. "
He paused. He drinks a glass of water. Then says, "But you know, marriage
life is different. Every young man of this age wants someone as his wife who
will be more his friend than his wife, who will be frank, smart and very
modern."
He paused again." But I wanted someone as a wife who will be very traditional
as well as very modern. I never wanted someone of highly educated but a simple
graduate girl who will never run for job rather will be homemaker: who will
stay 24x7 in my home with traditionally dressed full of jewelries. She will do
all the house work, never argue with her in-laws and her husband, always obey
their orders silently and treat her husband as her god. She will never go
outside without prior permission of her in-laws/husband, never talk with any
other man, never look at any other man & always keep her head and face
covered with veil so that no man can see her face.
"But she will be smart enough to attend my office parties with me &
talk smartly with my colleagues & their wives and flirt with them if
needed. She will be able to carry very modern dress for those parties.
"I was reluctant to
marry you because, in this strange marriage, I thought, I would not be able to
get those. But, I compelled to say affirmative in this matter. Because, without
marrying you, we can't take you to our home in India & keep you in our home
for a long period.
"So I have decided about one thing.
"Are you listening or not?"
He is asking me. Still I keep mouth shut. He pulls my hands.
"Please, sit beside me & listen carefully." I silently sit beside
him.
"I know it is easy to tell but difficult to perform. But for our own good,
to do our marriage successful, we have to forget the past. I know, it is tough
for us, especially for you. But you have to do your best. You have to adopt the
norms. You have to follow the things what I am telling you. I know, once you
were my father, you always be my father to me in my heart.
"But you have to face the reality. You have to change yourself into that
type of wife so that I get my dream wife within you. You have to adopt yourself
into my type. That is my request. Otherwise, our marriage will fail. That will
ruin you.
"So, from now on, don't expect anything from me beyond a wife's
perspective. Just forget that once you were a man. Just forget that once you
were my father. Think yourself that you are really Shailja, the kidnapped daughter
of that driver. Just behave like my wife for the rest of my life. Ohh my God!
It is already 1 AM. We have to sleep. No more talking. Now go in front of the
mirror & strip. I want to see my wife nude."
I hesitate. My life is going on very fast in a strange path beyond my
imagination. I need more time to prepare my inner soul. I need more time to
prepare myself both mentally & physically. I need more time to adopt myself
into this position. Besides, I am very tired today.
"What is the matter? Are you not listening? "Surely anger in his
voice. Suddenly I felt a strange fear.
"Pratap, not today. I need more time. Still, I am not prepared mentally.
Besides, today I am very much tired." I at last open my mouth.
He suddenly slaps me hard on my face. I screamed. I lied in the floor. I looked
at him surprisingly. Tears come out from both of my eyes. He says "I told
you, I need your cooperation. And from the first day you are trying not to
obeying me. And why are you calling me Pratap? Do not you know that an Indian
wife is supposed to not calling her husband by his name?"
"Do not argue further. Just strip yourself slowly. First, I wish to enjoy
your nude beauty."
I cannot imagine the situation. I am perplexed. I am humiliated. I am hurt. How
will I handle the situation? How will I free myself from this type of
humiliation? I am standing before my own stepson in my bridal dress as his
wife; his mangalsutra is in my neck. And he is now demanding me to strip. I
know, the situation perfectly demands this. I am now his legally wedded wife.
But how will I forget my past that only one month ago I was his father? How can
he slap me? How can he compel me not to bring his name in my lip? How can he
order me? How can he compel me to obey him in every aspect? After all I was his
father.
He does not keep me waiting. He does not give me more time to think. He comes
to me & loosened the tangles of my sari by pulling them out of my
petticoat. I was a bit embarrassed initially but his shameless pulling drew me
away.
He then threw the sari away from me. I closed my eyes as I could not see myself
standing with my underwear before my stepson's lustful eyes. He then kissed me
on the cleavage and slowly reached my naked naval and began to kiss there. Then
all of a sudden he reaches below, puts his face on my petticoat covered pussy
and takes a deep breath.
I felt very embarrassed. He then says' "they really have given you a nice
body Shailja." I did say nothing. He then held on to the thread to untie
the knot of my petticoat. I almost lost my breath for a while. My instincts
took over to struggle to make him not to untie. Then I realized I am now
married to him. Even though he is my stepson. He has a full rightful access to
my body. Besides, if I now resist him, he will surely slap me again.
Before I finish my thought,
I could feel Pratap pushing the petticoat down on my hips. His hands are
gaining access to my naked hips and suddenly the petticoat collapsed down to my
feet.
I am embarrassed to open my eyes as I enjoyed my stepson's lovemaking; moving
his hands and touching all over my naked body. Pratap then pulled down my panty
& touched my hairless pussy with his nose and took a deep breath. He then
said "They made it perfect for me. You know, I do not like hair in vagina.
So, I told Sujata to ask beautician to remove hair from your pussy. They did a
good job."
He got up to open my blouse hooks. Every opening of hook took me to another
level of sexual ecstasy. Then he took off my blouse as I helped him still
closing my eyes. Then he grabbed my bra ends at the back and unsnapped it.
I am now standing nude before him, before my own stepson, before my husband. It
was all embarrassing. He looks at me. He looks at every inch of my naked body. Ohhh
my God! Why can't I die! Then he grabs my boobs by his hands & begins to
press those. And he begins to French kissing me.
After 10 minutes of sucking and caressing, he stopped everything and stood in
front of me. I slowly opened my eyes to see my stepson stripping. I could see
his cock struggling to come out from his underwear and as soon as he did, it
just sprung out. It was long and thick. It was longer than mine when I was his
father. Even though I felt bad watching my own stepson's erect penis, I could
not stop but watch as he moved towards me and hugged me.
Our first naked hug. Last
time I hugged him naked when he was child. His dick is probing my pussy lips
and his chest is pressing my breasts. He then took me to bed kissing me on the
lips. My heart was pounding as he pushed me slowly onto the bed and him leaning
on top of me. I slowly adjusted myself to lie properly on the bed as he run his
hands along my body curves.
On bed, he started caressing my breasts while kissing me. It was time for me to
close my eyes again. He then parted my legs and moved his head between them. He
then starts sucking my pussy. I cannot tolerate more. It is a huge feeling. It
is very foreign, but very ecstatic. I begin to enjoy.
But suddenly he stops sucking my vagina. He leaves the bed & grabbed me by
my hair & pulls it to stand up. I scream. He does not notice. He pulls my
head towards his penis and asks me to suck. I surprisingly look at him. How far
he will go to humiliate me? I don't know. But definitely I can't do that. That
is a complete humiliation. So, I denied. He angrily begins to spanks me on my
naked buttock. And he continued smacking until I agreed to suck him.
I kneel down myself on the floor. He is standing naked in front of me. I catch
his long big penis with my both hands, shake it for some moments & then
take it in my mouth & begin to suck. It is a new experience to me. Even I
never let Sunita to do this with my penis. I did not know how to perform it
with my tongue without hurting his penis. But I try as well as I can. I fully
understand that, from now on, I have become a mere sex toy to him. And so, I
have to give him maximum pleasure with my body. I have to perform my level best
to satisfy him physically. What a transformation of role! As his father &
guardian of the family my role was to give maximum comfort to the family by
earning a good salary & now, I have become the sex partner of my stepson
& my only role has become to give him maximum sexual satisfaction in
intercourse!
After sucking his penis for 5-6 minutes he suddenly pours his semen into my
mouth. I wanted to withdraw my mouth from his penis. But he strongly holds my
head so that I cannot move. That compelled me to swallow his semen completely.
Then he leaves me. I first took a long breath. He smiles at me. "How you
feel Shailja? Is your husband's semen tastes good to you?"
I blushed. I felt completely humiliated. I cannot talk a single word.
He then guided me to bed & orders me to lie on the bed & parted my legs
and moved his body between them. I could feel his cock touching my lower
abdomen as he adjusted himself. Then he lifted his penis. I could feel his
right hand moving towards his penis and after a second his fingers started
probing my pussy lips.
A jolt of electricity ran through me as he parted my pussy lips to guide his
dick into my vagina. I will never forget the moment his penis touched the walls
of my vagina for the first time. It was when I experienced my first penetration
as a female. My own stepson's cock now is touching my vaginal lips. It gives me
a new height of sexual pleasure.
As soon as it touched my pussy lips Pratap pushed himself deep into my vagina.
I could not help but moan a little as my own stepson's cock invaded my pussy.
One big push by him and then Pratap collapsed on me and remained unmoved. His
cock is now completely inside me. I could feel his manhood completely engulfed
by my vaginal walls as if it was waiting for it. His pubic hair is touching my
hairless pussy and I could feel his hardened balls touching the rim of my
womanhood.
After few moments he started sliding his cock inside me. Finally he started
fucking me, now his bride & newly wedded wife & once his own father. He
slowly started to increase his speed. I was astonished by his style. It was
like from an experienced guy. He fucks slowly and then suddenly varies the
speed. He was doing it like a pro! Even I was not his type of expert when I
first fucked his mother Sunita in our first night. I could not help but keep
thinking that it is my stepson who is fucking me.
I don't know how long he
fucked me as I was enjoying myself. Looking at our sweaty bodies, I think, it
must have been for hours. I felt his first jolt of cum hitting my pussy walls
as he grunted. Few more jolts followed as he collapsed on top of me.
He then went to sleep very fast. He went to sleep keeping his naked body on top
of me & keeping his penis into my vagina. I somehow managed to keep him
aside. And me, completely devastated & tired by his physical & mental
torture, begin to cry. I read somewhere, a man never cries. I really never
cried after my childhood. Definitely I never reached to the top, but was very
much successful in my career. I established myself as managing director of a
big multinational company. I had a good family in which everyone was successful
in their respective career. And, there is no doubt that I was happy.
But an accident has changed everything around me. May be, there was no other
alternative. But, what surprise me that, behavior of each of my near one has
changed. As if, they have forgotten all. And Pratap! I thought I have given him
good education, made him sober & gentleman. I did not think there is a
sadist hiding into me who loves to enjoy physically after giving pain to his
partner. And how will I forget the behavior of Sunita & Sujata! As if, I am
really a different girl is married to Pratap! As if, I am an outsider!
Ohh God! How will I spend rest of my life! Please give me power to tolerate.
I do not know when I stopped crying & went to sleep. I wake up hearing the
sound of the door bell. I look at the wall clock. It is already 7-30 AM. The
morning sunlight has entered into the room through the east side window. I
observe the room. The room is very much dirty. Our cloths spread away all over
the room here and there. And both of we are naked. Pratap is still sleeping.
I first gather all the cloths & keep them in a chair. Then I go to the
attached bath. I feel fresh after bathing in cold water. Then I open the
Almirah. There was a new pink colored salwar camiz set. I choose it to wear.
And I choose a set of white colored underwear.
After covering me in salwar camiz I stand in front of the mirror. There is no
sign of manliness. And fact is that I am really looking a newlywed bride who
has lost her virginity last night. I first comb my short hair. Then put
vermilion in my forehead. My right hand automatically touched my mangalsutra.
It is okay in my neck. I put shakha & pala (bangles) in my both hands, toe
rings in my both legs & a diamond nose stud in my nose. Then I wear dupatta
over the camiz & place it on my head as veil. Now I am really looking a new
house wife.
Someone again knocks in the door. I knock Pratap to wake up. He does not
respond. I again push him. He does not wake up. Then I move myself to the door
to open it up. Suddenly Pratap pulled me to him. I lied over him. All of a
sudden he starts kissing. I tried to keep him away. But it was vein.
He then stripped me completely & started fucking.
Chapter Twenty: The
Morning Humiliation
Ultimately when he left me it was already 8-30AM. I feel the enormous pain all
over my body due to his heavy fucking. Again I went to the bathroom, take bath
& dress up & make up myself. Pratap wakes up. When I completed my make
up, he went to the bathroom.
The doorbell knocks again. A halt. And again it knocks. I open it and see
Sujata is waiting just outside of the room. Anger in her look.
"Bhabi, it is already 9AM. I am calling you from 7AM. However, how was the
night !"
I silently go to the dining place. There is Sunita sitting on the sofa chatting
with some guests. Ohh my God! The travel agent & his wife Alisha. I
silently sit beside Sunita. Sujata cries again. "Bhabi, you have forgotten
something." I look at her. Question is in my eyes. "After waking up
& freshen up yourself in the morning, first duty of a stepdaughter-in-law
is to touch the feet of the parents-in-law & take their blessings." I
silently bent in front of Sunita & touch her feet by my head. She keeps her
hand on my head & asks me to stand up & says, "Has your husband
waken up?" I nodded. "Where is he?"" In the bathroom."
"Oh. Then go to the kitchen & prepare tea & breakfast for
us."
I go to the kitchen. No one comes to help me. I try to make tea in my
inexperienced hand. I never thought that I have to prepare tea & breakfast
someday. So, I never learned. There were some bread, a bottle of butter &
some eggs in the refrigerators. I try to prepare mumlet. Sunita comes. She
helps me to prepare those. She gives instructions and says, "Try to see
& remember. You have to be a fast learner. I will not help you after ¾ days
to fix breakfast. You have to fix those by your own.
I know I have to learn those very quickly. So, silently obey her & learn to
prepare those things. After 15 munities I made tea & breakfast & bring
those in the dining room arranging in a big trey & put the trey on the
dining table.
By the time, Pratap has come. He is looking very satisfied. "How are you
young man? " The travel agent says. He smiles looking at me & says
"well." Sunita says, "By the by, how was your first night? Has
she satisfied you? No no, do not be shy in front of them. They are now like
family."
He sips in the tea cup & and says, "Well. I think I am quite
satisfied. But still, she has to learn a lot of things. You know, when the
married couple is in bed in closed door in the night, there is no space of
reluctance. First of all, she has to forget her pride & prejudice."
"Well what pride & prejudice she has" Sunita asks him.
Chapter Twenty One: 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 Pratap. 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." Sunita says.
Then she looks at me. As if she has decided about something. Then she says,
"Ok, Shailja. 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 Sujata," Suji, come with me into the bed room for just
five minutes" & left the dining room with Sujata.
I silently stood there. Pratap chatted with the travel agent. Alisha 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 Pratap."Mili, go to our room
& bring the cigarette packet and ashtray."
I withdraw my head from the shoulder of Alisha. 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, Sunita & Sujata have already come to the dining room. A piece of
letter is in her hand. She handed over the piece of paper to Sujata & says,
"Suji, read the instructions in front of all of them & Shailja, for
your kind attention, here is the instructions you have to follow from now."
Sujata starts reading:
"Mrs. Shailja Gupta, as a legally wedded wife of Mr. Pratap Gupta, stepdaughter-in-law
of Mrs. Sunita Gupta & sister-in-law of Miss Sujata Gupta, she will always
bear the honor of the family & for that she will strictly obey the following
instruction:
1. She will never call her husband by his name. Instead she will always refer
him as 'swami'
2. She will call her mother-in-law as 'Ma' & call her sister-in-law as
'didi'
3. She will do all the house hold work.
4. She will wear bridal dress with all the bridal jewelries for 24x7 within the
house.
5. She will always wear veil.
6. She will never be allowed to go outside of the house without prior
permission of her in-laws / husband.
7. She will never bring herself in front of any male other than his husband.
8. She will never look at any man even from the window.
9. She will never allow watching television or listening to radio or any kind
of music.
10. She will never touch any of the mobile belongs to the family.
11. She will never allow reading any magazines or books or anything written in
paper.
12. She will never allow writing anything.
13. After waking up she will always first take her bath to bring purity in her.
14. Her first duty in the morning will be to do the Puja & touch the feet
of her husband & in-laws.
15. She will never eat before completion of eating of her husband &
in-laws.
16. She will always eat in the plate of her husband.
17. She will never look at her in-laws & husband.
18. She will always talk with her husband & in-laws bending her head.
19. In the bed room she will obey exactly what her husband orders.
20. She will never allow talking except answering the questions asked for by
her in-laws or her husband."
When she finishes, I started crying. Sunita pats me." Do not worry. All
will be well very soon. I know, very soon, you will be a perfect stepdaughter-in-laws
to me."
Chapter Twenty Two: Back
into the Home
We decided to stay there some more days. In the mean time the travel agent
& his wife Alisha got a local customer to buy my house in Bangkok
(Thailand) & belongings of Late N. Roy which are now inheritated by me.
Besides, all the money in the savings accounts of him transferred to my
account. I also got huge insurance money for the accidental death of my
official father.
The neighbors mourned when I left them. They knew, after all, every girl has to
go to the house of her husband. They never doubted about my identity as Shailja.
The travel agent also felt very sad. His wife Alisha had become my best friend
within this short time span. She wept hugging me. I invited her to come in
India & in my home.
Sunita removed every sign of those indicated her married status from her body.
She is now a widow. Mr. Sailesh Gupta, her husband, is officially dead. She
prepared herself as a widow.
Arriving India & my house in Kolkata, I felt, everything has changed around
me. That bothered me first. But with time, I forgot everything. The relatives
& my office colleagues came into our home hearing the news of death of Sailesh
Gupta. They welcomed me, accepted me & thanked Pratap for his bold decision
to take the dead driver's only stepdaughter as his wife.
My organization arranged a consolation ceremony for the accidental death of
their managing director Mr. Sailesh Gupta. They invited us. We went in the
ceremony. Some of my colleagues & our Chairman gave their speech about me.
Even my secretary mourned while talking. And last of all, the chairman
announced lump sum money for my family. The speaker announced Sunita's name to
go to the stage & take the check from the chairman. Sunita orders me to go.
I go to the podium. The chairman handed me the check. Probably, I am the first
perstepson in the world who takes check for his death. Then he shakes hand with
me.
The chairman was very close to me. We did meet several times, discussed about
company matters & made planning to improve the financial condition of the
company. And, now, to him, I am a mere stepdaughter-in-law of the dead managing
director. What a change of my life!
The colleagues of Pratap also came to meet me in our marriage reception party.
I know almost all of them. But I acted as if I am a new person in this country.
Some of his colleagues came with their wives. I even participated with them in
gossips & sex jokes. Pratap showed them his possessiveness over me. He even
hugged & kissed me in front of them.
And when the reception party is over, the instructions begin to rule!
From the next day, I lost all of my liberty.
Chapter Twenty Three: My
Marriage Life
The sadistic nature of Pratap 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 "swami". 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 tiara
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,
shakha, pala & churi ( 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 the managing director & stepfather of Pratap.
Nowadays, I wake up on 5AM. Then I usually suck my husband's cock and 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 launch. 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. As if, it is the story
of my other life.
Chapter Twenty Four:
Epilogue
Since I never allowed reading newspaper & watching news channel, I really
do not know, I cannot verify, but, one day, my husband told that, the doctors
have succeeded in male pregnancy. They now can make artificial uterus,
fallopian tube & other female organs from stem cells so that the women like
me can conceive. My husband is enquiring about this. If it is really possible,
he says me that, I have to go to operation theatre to make those female organs
in my body so that I can conceive. I eagerly agreed. I am really waiting for
the verified news. I am really waiting for a baby who will take birth from by
body & will call me mother. I have heard Sujata & Pratap called me as
"DAD" in my earlier life. Now I am willing to hear a baby calling me
as "MOM" & sucking milk from my breast.
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