I woke up early,
around 6:00 AM, to the sound of my usual alarm. For a moment, I was completely
disoriented, unsure of where I was. It took me a few moments to gather my
thoughts. Then, I remembered—it was Saturday. I looked over to see Sindhu
peacefully sleeping beside me.
However, as I tried
to get out of bed, I became acutely aware that I was completely bare. A wave of
confusion swept over me. As I stood, my body felt different, as if something
had changed overnight. Slowly, I stood up and made my way toward the bathroom,
my legs feeling heavy as though each step was a challenge
When I finally
reached the mirror, stunned by what I saw. My reflection was unfamiliar, a body
that was not quite what I had known. Noticeable changes that I hadn’t expected.
It was as if the transformation had happened without me even realizing it.
There were no trace
of me being a male. Had artificial breast forms and vagina pretty much intact
and they were part like part of my body. Tried to remove breast forms but could
not . Was able to remove vagina and took a deep breath. But could not remove
wig. Began to clean myself totally and had good bath under the shower. Found
many love bytes on my body. After good 30 minutes, came out and found new towel
in the bathroom, covered myself like a good lady by covering myself with towel
over my new formed breast, came out of the bathroom. While trying to search for
some clothes, Sindhu opened her eyes and wished me good morning and smiled at
me. I could not make eye to eye contact. Sindhu casually shown with her fingers
directing me to open the draw to take panty and bra. And then she directed me
to take petticoat and instructed me to take nighty for the time being.
I couldn’t help but wonder
why she asked me to pick out a nighty in the morning, thinking the same and
simultaneously running hands over various nighties and petticoats, imagining
how each one would look on me. As I was lost in thought, Sindhu came up behind
me, placing her hands gently on my shoulders. With a soft, understanding smile,
she said, "This is the dilemma every woman faces—choosing the perfect
one."
She leaned in and
placed a soft, gentle kiss on my cheek before carefully selecting a sleek black
petticoat. She handed it to me along with the matching black nighty. “I’ve made
sure the lingerie complements the nighty and petticoat perfectly,” she said,
ensuring every detail was in harmony.
Without hesitation
or a hint of shyness, I slipped into the lingerie, the petticoat, and then the
nighty. Sindhu winked at me, her eyes sparkling, and then playfully told me to
prepare a strong cup of coffee for both of us. “I’m going to freshen up,” she
added before disappearing into the bathroom.
I turned my
attention to the stove, carefully boiling milk and water. As I measured out the
coffee powder for a perfect decoction, my mind wandered. I couldn’t help but
reflect on the events of the previous evening—how everything had changed in
such a short time, how I had transformed from a man to a woman, and how, in a
strange way, I had also become the lady of the house.
Lost in thought, I
was suddenly jolted by the sight of Sindhu stepping out of her room. She was
dressed in a soft pink salwar and a crisp white kameez, looking effortlessly
radiant, as if she had just stepped out of a dream. Her presence was magnetic,
and for a moment, everything around me seemed to fade away. My heart skipped a
beat as I watched her glide toward me, captivated by her grace and beauty.
Sindhu caught my
gaze and, with a playful smile, blew me a gentle kiss. Without missing a beat,
she walked straight to the pooja room, her every step filled with purpose. She
began cleaning the room with delicate care before lighting the diya in front of
the idols. There was a quiet reverence in the way she prayed, her hands folding
in silence as she offered her prayers to the gods.
Meanwhile, I
finished preparing the coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. With a steady
hand, I poured the coffee into two cups, carefully arranging them on a tray. I
placed the tray on the dining table, ready for when she would join me.
As Sindhu made her
way to the table, she paused in front of me, her eyes full of warmth and
affection. With a tender touch, she applied a dash of turmeric to my cheeks and
a dot of kum-kum on my forehead, the familiar rituals grounding the moment in
tradition. “Remember,” she said softly, her voice gentle yet firm, “when you’re
a lady, you must wear the bindi.”
I nodded, the weight
of her words settling into my chest. As we both sat down, the clink of the
coffee cups brought me back to the moment. Sindhu took a thoughtful sip, then
her eyes twinkled with a playful hint as she noted, "You’ve crossed your
legs like a true lady, haven’t you?"
A light laugh
escaped my lips, but she didn’t stop there. Her gaze shifted, and with a smile,
she teasingly pointed out, "The length of your nighty seems a bit daring
today, don’t you think? The edges of your petticoat are visible."
I chuckled, a
mischievous glint in my own eyes. "It’s nothing," I said, brushing
off the comment. But Sindhu wasn’t done; her playful nature couldn’t be
ignored. As we continued our conversation, she kept nudging my legs, as if
testing my resolve, her touch light and teasing. Each time I shifted, she only
seemed more determined, adding a playful challenge to our morning. She
mentioned that black petticoat is
making your thy more bright and she observed love byte on my thy and gave a sly
wink, making me to look at that. And I just pushed her leg and adjusted my
petticoat and nighty.
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