*shyamali* (/Wednesday, 06 October 2010 14:36/)
We are a small Bengali family consisting me, my 3 years younger
wife, my 24 years son & my daughter. I am the managing director of
a private concern & son also works as a software consultant in a
big IT firm. My 21 years old daughter 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 beauty salon
adjacent to our home. That is a popular salon in our locality &
runs well.
Every year during puja we take a long break from our professional
life & go to explore different places in India & abroad. This year
we are going to Thiland for a long one month tour.
5 days are already over. On the 6th day we plan for sightseeing by
a car. I sit in the front beside driver & the remaining three are
in the backside of the car. The road is smooth, very wide.
Besides, there is not so crowd in the road. Speed of our car also
very high. Suddenly from the left side an older 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.
The pain, excruciating, unrelenting pain. We become unconscious
after that.
Somehow my son managed to gain consciousness after some moment.
Since the three were in the back, though my wife & daughter were
still unconscious, they were not deadly injured. But, son checked,
the driver was dead. And there was huge blood in my lower abdomen.
He screamed for assistance. And after some moment he saw some men
to come into us for assistance. Then he again lost his consciousness.
Waking to the unmistakable smells and sounds of a hospital, I
sensed that all was 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 Bankok 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. After some
moments they come & greeted me with joy & then cried after seeing
my condition. I asked, in classic
Hollywood fashion, "How bad is my condition doc?" "You has 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 us. 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 dad
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? Are they okay?" "Relax
man, the prognosis is that you will need to undergo
reconstructive surgery and your wife, son & daughter are currently
waiting in the
foyer until we complete our examination."
And then the doctor comes 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.
*
*#1127*
*shyamali* (/Wednesday, 06 October 2010 14:45/)
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! Shyamal! 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, "Shyamal, 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..............
An 8 hour Demerol induced stupor followed the discussion with my
bride 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 son & daughter 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
daughter 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 son sumit 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 get a chance to live twice in a single life. You have
got a chance. Besides, as a man & husband & 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.
*
*#1128*
*shyamali* (/Wednesday, 06 October 2010 14:51/)
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.
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 fashoned 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, 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 vigina & 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 son & daughter came to see
me & I denied to see them because of shame & sunita also
understood my situation & instructed them not to meet me still my
recovery.
*
*#1130*
*shyamali* (/Thursday, 07 October 2010 00:35/)
Another restless night was interrupted by the chief surgeon and
several of his minions waking me. "Today Mr. Shyamal 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.
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 you
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.......
*
*#1131*
*shyamali* (/Thursday, 07 October 2010 00:54/)
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
a petticoat & a sleeveless blouse,
and a night gown. After wearing the petticoat & blouse by myself
she helps me to wear nighty properly. I looked in
the adjacent mirror and was surprised to see a rather attractive,
traditionally dressed 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 an 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 loose 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.
*
*#1132*
*shyamali* (/Thursday, 07 October 2010 00:57/)
Waking, 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 daughter'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 a light spritz of Channel. Glancing in
the mirror, I found myself in awe of the attractive woman
peering back at me.
My reverie was broken by a knock at the door of our suite and the
announcement of coming of my son & daughter. "Be a dear and get
that.” Lisa
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 son towards my body especially
towards my big boobs.
*
*#1135*
*shyamali* (/Thursday, 07 October 2010 15:03/)
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
Shyamali. We will decide later what will be her status to you.”
Sumit 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, 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.
One doctor comes to my room for final checking. Sunita tells my
daughter & son 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 & Sumit again came into the
room.Sujata says,”is everything is ok? Can we take her with us &
leave the hospital?”Sumita says “Yes”. Then she calls our travel
agent & request 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, 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.
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 son Sumit 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
widower. He had a daughter named Shyamali 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 daughter 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.
*
*#1136*
*shyamali* (/Thursday, 07 October 2010 15:34/)
“We will collect the death certificate of Shyamal Gupta & death
cercificate of the driver Mr. N. Roy. The rest of the world will
know that in the accident both the driver & Mr. Shyamal Gupta have
been killed.The death certificate of Mr. Shyamal Gupta will settle
every financial matter of your family. And then we will claim that
she is the missing daughter Miss. Shyamali 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 Shyami 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 a 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.J ust 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 daughter, “ 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 stop 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” Sumit 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 Shyamalbabu, you are no
longer officially a male & related with them. You are now Miss.
Shyamali Roy, daughter of Mr. N. Roy, aged 29 years 3 months 22
days. You are not Indian. You are a resident of Thiland.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
Shyamali…the drivers home, to the neighbors, to the municipal
office & to the passport office to prepare new passport for her.”
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 son” the travel agent replied.
“WHAT!!! Are you mad! You know this is illegal! This is incest!
“Sunita shouted.
*
*#1137*
*shyamali* (/Thursday, 07 October 2010 16:25/)
“Madam! Why? What I am saying is absolutely correct in the legal
point of view.As per the official documents; she is resident of
Thiland & daughter of Late N. Roy. Physically she is a complete
woman. And since she can’t bear child there is no problem of
anything. 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
daughter & she is now completely alone, after discussion with your
son & daughter, you decided & made your son agreed upon this marriage.
I can’t look at my son. I am in shame. I am feeling shy. What are
they planning! It can’t be. What my son sumit 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 Sumit” Sujata goes to Sumit
to make him agreed.
………….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 , Sumit & 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 & daughter
took me to the bathroom. Then sunita asked me to be nude. 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.
*
*#1141*
*shyamali* (/Friday, 08 October 2010 14:53/)
Sunita rented two adjoining double bed rooms & one single room in
this hotel. The single room was for Sumit. 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. Because, 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 knee height skirt & tight fitting top.
“Give me salwar kameez. I do not want to wear those” I say. “No,
you have to wear those. Because you are now going down to hotel
beauty parlour. 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 clothe
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 (Sumit)
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.
*
*#1153*
*shyamali* (/Sunday, 10 October 2010 15:09/)
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 daughter-in-law.” I
blushed as the woman looks at me.” Anyways, I am Sunita. She is
Shyamali. 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 Shyamali.” Sunita says & left. Tangmoo
asked me come inside with her. I silently follow her. The beauty
salon is itself a beauty. Atleast 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. 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 38-26-36”. “You
should start exercise every day. Because anyone like your body
needs 24’ of weast.” 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 a bit wetness
in my new pussy. Now I completely understand why Sunita would so
much excited 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 pour little extra oil on
my vagina & started rubbing pussy lips….I cannot control
myself….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 & 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 start brushing. It gave lot lather. Then she starts 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.
*
*#1169*
*Shyamali* (/Thursday, 21 October 2010 14:04/)
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 daughter. 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 will get such
a beautiful lady as my bahu (Daughter-in-law)! What you think
Sujata? ““You are right mum. She is really a beauty! Dada (Sumit)
will really be happy to get her as his wife. And look at her
pussy! As if a fresh pink flower! Sumit 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 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 “Shyamli, 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 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.
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?” ”Shyamali 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 nabours, give her & her father’s name & then she has
to go to municipality & hospital for certificates & documents to
establish herself as Shyamali Roy, daughter 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 Shyamali & as my son’s wife.”Sunita says.
I compelled to stop crying. My fate has been changed. Now I no
longer Shyamal Gupta, the proud husband of Sunita, guardian of the
famly & MD of a big company. That man is now no longer existing.
Officially I will become Shyamali Roy within some hours. The only
daughter of Late N Roy. A thai citizen.
But where is Sumit? I do not see him. I ask Sujata about that. She
exclaimed.”What is the matter Shyamali? 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.
*
*#1174*
*shyamali* (/Sunday, 24 October 2010 04:52/)
We went to the house of late N Roy, the dead driver. Officially he
ould 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 Shyamali & 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 son and the daughter of
the driver. Because there is no relative of Shyamali; Shyamali’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 to my marriage would
be held on 3 days later. We then entered into the room. An 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 Shyamali Roy, daughter
of Late N Roy, Resident of Thailand, 30 years old ,who will be
Mrs. Shyamali Gupta, wife of Sumit 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 & after
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 daughter! 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!!!
*
*#1175*
*shyamali* (/Sunday, 24 October 2010 14:33/)
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 Sumit 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 ( Rupa) 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 son. 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 programme 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 parlour.
The name of the lady is Rekha.She is a friend of Rupa. Her mother
is a marathi but father is a thai. Rupa told her everything about
me & my need before coming, so, she began to prepare myself.
Rupa brought everything of bridal make up… the jewelry, the dress
& other things. I wore a new red silk saree which Rupa bought. It
looked exactly like the one Sunita wore to marry me.
*
*#1200*
*Shyamali* (/Monday, 01 November 2010 00:35/)
First Rekha requests me to strip. I hesitate. Rupa 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 Rupa, see
her pussy! As pink as rose. And there is no trace of hair.
Perhaps, you are virgin. Na? ” Rupa smiles.”Yes, I also think so.
Are you Shyamali?” 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 son like 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.” Rupa 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. Rupa brings me in front of mirror. I see
myself. It is not me. It is Shyamali. The bride of the groom
Sunit, who is the son of Shyamal. Who is Shyamal? There is none
existed in the world. Shyamal is now officially dead. But, I am
not dead. I am alive. Then who am I? Who? Who?....... I am
Shyamali, the bride, the virgin woman, now in front of mirror.
Then they help me to wear the red Benarasi saree. The saree 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 Rupa
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 saree.
*
*#1201*
*Shyamali* (/Monday, 01 November 2010 00:40/)
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 colour 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
Rkha 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 saree.
*#1216*
*Shyamali* (/Sunday, 07 November 2010 12:37/)
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 45yrs old lady; she looks like a lady
of her early thirty. Ready to be get married, ready to be
someone’s wife.
Rupa 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.
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 Sumit, the groom, Sunita, his mother & Sujata, his
sister. I am now completely belongs to the other
family.Officially,I am Shyamali Roy, daughter 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 naubor 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 Sumit, 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 Sumit performed
pooja and finally Sumit tied mangalsutra around my neck & put
vermilion in my forehead. It was simultaneously an exciting as
well as shameful scene for me as my own son 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 pooja.
We did all the things too newlyweds do while marrying. The old
Thai nabour performed parent's duties from my side and Sunita
performed my duties for my son.
The weddings completed by half past 6 in the evening. Everybody
followed us to my home for dinner. They made me and Sumit sit on
special VIP chairs as they had dinner.
They gave us rice in one plate so that we can share while eating.
Sumit 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.
*
*#1217*
*shyamali* (/Sunday, 07 November 2010 14:29/)
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 Rupa & 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 son.
Sumit 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 his 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. Everytime, 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 son Sumit. 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..
They finished all rituals and then sent Sumit to our 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 smiles. Sujata whispers in my ear,” now, my new
sister-in-law, my Bhabi, enjoy your first night & prepare yourself
to lose your virginity.” Other ladies smiles.
It was a shaking moment for me. I am going to celebrate my first
night as a woman with my own son. My Shasuji 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 Sumit
sitting on the bed that was decorated with lots of flowers. Just
like on my first night.
I slowly walked towards him hesitantly. He got up and met me
halfway. He took the glass, drank half the milk and gave it to me
to drink the remaining half of milk to drink. He helped me lift
the glass to my mouth as I slowly drank the milk blushing.
*
*#1218*
*shyamali* (/Sunday, 07 November 2010 15:40/)
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 in my waist &
helped me to stand up & he said 'So, how are you feeling Dad!'
I was disappointed 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, 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.
“I saw you & mom. Your mature relation as man & wife. How you
performed your role as husband, as guardian of the family, as
father of two kids. What I felt, in married life, should be very
frank, should give space to each other, and should be friend of
each other.
But I was reluctant because, in this strange marriage, I would not
be unable to take 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 thought, decided about one thing. ”
“Are you listening or not?”
Anger in his look. Still I keep mouth shut. He pulls my hands.
“Please, sit beside me & listen.” I silently sit beside him.
“I know it is easy to tell but difficult to perform. But for own
good, doing our marriage successful, you have to forget the past.
From this moment, don’t expect anything beyond a wife’s
perspective. Just behave like my wife for the rest of my life. Ohh
my God! It is already 1 AM. We have 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 fast in a strange path beyond my
imagination. I need some time to prepare inner soul. I need more
time to prepare myself both mentally & physically. 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.
“Sumit, not today. I need more time. Still, I am not prepared
mentally. Besides, today I am very much tired.”
He suddenly slaps me hard in my face. I screamed. I lied in the
floor. I looked at him surprisingly. Water both in 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
Sumit? 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.”
*
*#1225*
*shyamali* (/Monday, 08 November 2010 12:36/)
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 son 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 son'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 Shyamali.” 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 son. 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 Sumit 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 son's lovemaking;
moving his hands and touching all over my naked body. Sumit then
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 their job good.”
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 son, before my
husband. It was all embarrassing. He looks at me. He looks at
every inch of my naked body. Ohh 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 son
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 son'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.
*
*#1226*
*shyamali* (/Monday, 08 November 2010 13:09/)
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 son & 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 Shyamali? 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 son'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 Sumit pushed himself deep into
my vagina. I could not help but moan a little as my own son's cock
invaded my pussy.
One big push by him and then Sumit 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 son 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.
*
*#1228*
*shyamali* (/Monday, 08 November 2010 14:21/)
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 Sumit! 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 Sumit! 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. Sumit 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. 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. Then I wear dupatta
over the camiz & place it on my head as veil. Now I really am
looking a new house wife.
Someone again knocks in the door. I knock Sumit to wake up. He
does not respond. I gain push him. He does not wake up. Then I
move myself to the door to open it up. Suddenly Sumit 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 & starts fucking.
Ultimately when he leaves 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. Sumit
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.
*
*#1229*
*shyamali* (/Monday, 08 November 2010 15:02/)
“Bhabi, it is already 9AM.I am calling you from 7AM.You know, we
have flight today on 1PM. How irresponsible you have become!”
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 Rupa. 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 daughter-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, Sumit 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 from 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. And first
of all, she has to forget her prejudice.”
*
*#1230*
*shyamali* (/Monday, 08 November 2010 17:12/)
Epilogue
That day we missed the flight. Actually we decided to stay there
some more days. In the mean time the travel agent & his wife Rupa
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 him.
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 Shyamali. The travel agent also felt
very sad. His wife Rupa 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 wore the dress of widow. After arrive in 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 Shyamal Gupta. They welcomed me, accepted me
& thanked Sumit for his bold decision to take the dead driver’s
only daughter as his wife.
And the colleagues of Sumit came to meet me. 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.
The sadistic nature of Sumit never changed. He still experimented
with me in different poses. He still slaps me on my face & smacks
me on my naked buttock.
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 news in 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 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 miniskirts.
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 slaps 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 & father of Sumit.
Nowadays, I wake up on 5AM. Then I usually suck my husband’s cock.
Then he fucks me. 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 police 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.
*
*#1231*
*shyamali* (/Monday, 08 November 2010 17:22/)
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.
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 the calling “DAD” in my earlier life. Now I am
willing to hear a baby calling me “MOM” & sucking milk from my breast.
THE END