The Hidden Chapters - 2

 

Three months had passed, and life had become a whirlwind of work and responsibilities. As the finance controller for a large multinational company, I was kept busy, with little time to slow down. Meanwhile, Madhu was now six months pregnant, and the time had come for her baby shower. The celebration was beautiful, attended by all our relatives, both of our parents, and even Sindhu and Manoj. It was a joyous occasion, filled with love and warmth.

The following day, Madhu’s parents took her to their home so she could rest and receive proper care during the final months of her pregnancy.

Soon after Madhu left, I received a call from Sindhu, asking me to visit her home after work, preferably between 5:00 and 6:00 PM. Despite my curiosity, every time I asked why, she only responded with a mysterious smile, giving nothing away.

By the time I finished my work and made my way over, my mind was filled with various thoughts. I arrived at Sindhu's house around 5:30 PM, where I was greeted with a cup of tea by the servant. Sindhu then led me to her room, where a beautician was waiting. She immediately asked me to shave off my beard, and without another word, she began to work her magic.

First, she had my entire body waxed, ensuring that no hair remained. Then, I was instructed to bathe with a fragrant floral body wash. Once I was done, she handed me a soft pink bathrobe to wear as I emerged from the bath, feeling both pampered and perplexed by the sudden turn of events.

As the weekend approached, I found myself looking forward to some relaxation and a new experience. The beautician, with a calm and professional manner, asked me to lie down on bed. She began by applying a soothing lotion to my skin and carefully attaching breast forms, reassuring me that there was no need to worry. She explained that I could remove them at any time using a special remover lotion, or simply wait for a few hours.

The treatment continued with a gentle body massage that relaxed my muscles and eased any tension. Then, with a soft touch, she removed the bathrobe and applied a silicone prosthetic (artificial vagina) to enhance my appearance. What caught me by surprise was the way the prosthetic was designed: it had a built-in compartment that accommodated my manlihood (penis), creating a natural and realistic form. The result was remarkable, with a soft, smooth texture that mimicked the feel of real skin. The overall effect gave my figure a more curvaceous shape, with the hips appearing more defined and proportionate, creating a stunning transformation.After fixing vagina, she inserted one finger first and later two fingers. I can really feel some sort of extra meat entering my body. I just closed my eyes, and the beautician whispered, welcome to womanhood with a smile.

She handed me a soft, skin-colored bra and matching undergarments, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly I slipped into them. She looked at me with admiration, and then gently adjusted the bra, ensuring everything fit just right.

As I stood up, my eyes wandered over the collection of sarees, each one vibrant and beautiful in its own way. The options seemed endless, and I felt a bit overwhelmed by the sheer variety. After a moment of indecision, I finally chose a delicate floral pink saree, paired with a matching petticoat and blouse. The fabric was soft and luxurious, and I felt an immediate sense of elegance as I slid into the pieces.

The beautician guided me through the process of tying the petticoat, making sure the knot was perfect, and I learned the trick of petticoat so that the saree’s pleats would fall just right. With her guidance, I realized how important every small detail was to create the perfect drape.

As she expertly wrapped the saree around me, I marveled at how gracefully the pleats fell into place, thanks to the subtle curve-enhancing shape created artificial silicon vagina. The entire process felt like a work of art, and I couldn’t help but admire the way the saree clung to me with such elegance.

Next, she carefully placed a wig on my head, explaining how to care for and style it. The hairpiece added a whole new level of sophistication to my look, and she skillfully adjusted it to suit my face. Then came the finishing touches—a light application of makeup to accentuate my features, a touch of lipstick, and a pair of bangles that sparkled with every movement.

Finally, I stood in front of the mirror, taking in the reflection before me. The transformation was nothing short of breathtaking. I felt like a completely different person, poised and graceful, with a newfound appreciation for the art of saree draping and the beauty of attention to detail.

Just as I was admiring myself, Sindhu, placed a delicate strand of jasmine flowers in my hair, completing the look with a final, elegant touch. I smiled at my reflection, grateful for the experience and the confidence it had given me.

My walking style had changed completely. Now, with the curves of my hips swaying gently and the added weight of my silicon breasts, I could feel every movement as I walked, something entirely new and feminine. As I stepped out of the room, the maid glanced at me and seemed momentarily confused, not recognizing me at all. We both smiled and thanked the beautician as she left.

Sindhu guided me to the living room. I didn’t want to risk spoiling my saree. But Sindhu reassured me that nothing would happen, so, embracing the full experience of my new femininity, I softened my hips and sat gracefully on the sofa.