Accepting His Fate
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Accepting fate by Salma
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and yes it has scenes in it which is
for a mature audience only.
I knew it was time for my mother to leave me alone, I really did not want
to go and she saw it in my eyes. She gave me a hug with tears in her eyes,
"You are his wife now, and he is your lord and husband remember that."
I cringed at the words, lord and husband. I remembered the leering look on
Mr. Johnston's face, the look of lust when my mother bought me here to
him. Also how possessively his hands went around my waist, and how it
drifted down to my bottom patting it, making his intention clear. His
words still rang in my ears as my mother with me blushing led me into his
room so that she could prepare me for my wedding night. "Don't keep me
waiting too long for my sissy."
I wished at that moment that the earth would open up and take me in. As my
mother closed the door hurriedly, and we had some privacy, I turned to
face my mother. With tears in my eyes I said, "I want to go home now mom,
I cannot do this, I am not a girl."
My mother quickly took out a tissue dabbing away the tears from my eyes.
"Hush my child, you are not only a girl now but also a wife and soon to be
a woman," and with those she dragged me to the corner of the room to the
huge mirror that was placed there and said, "LOOK."
I slowly looked up into the mirror and to my reflection. It was that of a
young girl in a red wedding sari embroidered with golden thread, her face
perfectly made up, her hair also covered up with the sari like a newly wed
bride. Gold jewelry encasing her neck, her hand which is covered with
golden bangles and intricate artwork with temporary tattoo on her hands,
remembering last night all the efforts that my mother and sister put on
me.
"Is this a face of a man or a girl?"
I knew she was right, my mother and sister has succeeded in making me into
looking like a girl a quite attractive one at that. I understood the
leering look of the Man on me now. I shuddered at the thought that a man
found me attractive and that I have painstakingly gone through the last
couple of hours to look attractive for him.
"Remember what I told you last night," my mother whispered to my ears.
Yes I did remember, the sordid details of what a man expects from a wife
on their wedding night. What he likes to hear, how I am supposed to
behave. And yes the pain that I would feel, but to remember about the
needs of my husband. I did not want to know these things, I did not want
to end up like this. But what could I do but cry through the whole night,
and their words of consolation that I should be happy that I have been
chosen by the Lord, that I would not have to think about taking care of
myself as I would be taken care of from now on. But all those seemed so
pointless to me then, after all I was a boy and my sisters were preparing
me for a man. I knew they had no choice in this, as Lord Johnson was the
governor of the area and that gave him absolute authority over us. So when
he had selected me, and the news was given to my parents, they had to
agree. Only consolation to them that the Lord has promised to pay for my
two younger sisters marriage and also as my elder two brothers already had
children, so continuation of the family line was ensured.
They did understand the horror of the path that I was to take, but they
were poor and powerless people and have been conditioned to make the best
of the options given to them. And me I have thought about running away,
taking my own life. But at the end my sense of duty to the family had
prevented me from doing any of the above.
So here I was perfectly made up, and in the room of another man to be in
his bed. I was a boy once but now as I saw my reflection it seemed like a
distant memory of someone else. It seemed like ages before even though it
was just a year ago that I was a fifteen year old boy minding my own
business in the woods when my path crossed with the lord and his company.
If I only knew how my life would change from that day.
But it has changed quite drastically from that day when the proposal came
and my year of humiliation began.
I had to start dressing as one of my sisters and all my friends knew about
my fate, some laughed others shuddered and also there were a few who had a
look of pity in their eyes. And there was the awful tasting liquids that I
was instructed to take, so that I had more feminine appearance.
Slowly days passed to weeks and I could feel the changes in my body,
something in me was also physically changing. Also our family situation
was getting better, the lord was kind on us. And you can say he was kind
to me also, as he gave me all kind of gifts. But to my disdain they were
all feminine dresses. There were the traditional saris, of different
colors and materials all of them were see throughs through. Then there
were the western type dresses, which I had seen only on white woman
before, and most surprising was what was referred to as night dress.
Before that I have not seen a night dress, I doubted anyone in my village
has. They were full of lace very short barely covering my privates, and
ofcourse very transparent. There weren't much left to the imagination, and
also clearly showed the reason for this type of dress, to excite your bed
partner.
The biggest change that came for me was when for the first time I saw the
lord, actually it was a picture of him. He was in his forties maybe,
almost same age as my father. But he did look very majestic. Even though I
did want to throw away the picture immediately as I hated this man with
everything but it was put in my room. Yes now I did have a separate room.
Then that night in my nightdress I just could not help but notice his
picture, it terrified me. I knew this would be the dress I would be
wearing and it won't be his picture but him in a bed beside me. And yes I
could not help but feel powerless in this nightdress and him looking so
majestic in his official tunic, and that moment in a corner of my mind it
did feel right.
As time passed it seemed more and more normal for people to treat me like
a girl, as if slowly my past was being wiped away. I was now randomly
referred to as joya, my new feminine name and not as Rajan. And for me it
seemed more and more normal to be referred to as joya, as my body now has
become distinctly feminine and I now also have grown tits. Maybe not as
big as my older sister but bigger than the younger one.
Now here I was, in his room dressed as a traditional bride. I felt my
mother slowly leading me to the bed as she sat me down on it. There were
tears now streaming down my face as my mother slowly wiped them off, as I
could see tears in her eyes too.
"Joya, see it as beginning of your new life, this is you now, your place
is by him now."
I slowly nodded.
"And when he comes in tonight you should remember it's his right he is
claiming on you, and he is the one whose happiness you should always be
your priority."
I nodded again tears that I could not stop was still streaming down.
"And if he wants, you put on the nightdress later."
I slowly asked, "Mother, will you be here, please stay tonight here."
She smiled, "Of couse I will be here, and don't worry. Lord has put me up
in a room not far away, I will wake you up tomorrow morning and if you
need anything just come and knock at my door."
I slowly nodded then she gave me a hug and left living me alone in the
room waiting for him to come.
As I waited there I could not stop the tears in my eyes as they rolled
down my cheeks. Thinking of the humiliation of the whole process and added
with it the fear of what was to come. The event of the last few hours
played back in my mind.
I could still feel the eyes of my villagers my old friends on me, dressed
as a bride as I was bought to the manor. I have never felt so small in my
life, even though my mother was beside me it still did not help. I did not
want them to see me cry, but I could not help it. And if I thought that
was the worse part I was sorely mistaken.
When I arrived in the castle my humiliation just began, I was taken to be
inspected. Where they examined every part of my body, then again putting
my sari back on again. And when I was presented to him, I hated the
feeling of being so small as if his aura completely took over me. And even
though trying hard could not shake of the feeling of thinking how right it
was to submit to such a man. But I did have to endure it all, his raunchy
humiliating remarks, his hands all over me especially infront of my
mother. And now the final submission, waiting in his bed for him to seal
our unholy union.
I heard the door open to the room, I just could not make myself look up.
So as I just sat in the bed with my eyes downcast, I could feel him
sitting down.
"You look quite lovely tonight."
And with those I could feel his hands on my chin turning me towards him. I
kept my eyes downcast as I was instructed by mother.
"A lovely little sissy you are, I am really going to enjoy you."
I shuddered at his words, as it reminded me of my new role.
"Take of my jacket, and hang it in the door."
I slowly with my trembling hands slowly took of his jacket, this time
looking up at him, his steely blue eyes seem to look right through me. I
quickly took my eyes off and taking his jacket of. As I started to fold
it, I felt his hands again on my chin making me look up into those eyes.
And then I saw his lips coming down on me, even though I went stiff, for
the first time I felt a lip of another man on me. He thankfully broke off
the kiss and signaled me to put his jacket, and I obediently put it where
he instructed.
As I was walking back to the bed I saw his eyes on me with lust and want
which I knew I was to fulfill. As mother had instructed before, like all
new brides I took the glass of milk beside the bed and offered it to him.
He took the glass then patted me to the place beside him on the bed, where
I sat shyly keeping my head down. I felt him coming close to me, almost
feeling his breath on me. It tasted so pungent, I did not dare to look up
but closed my eyes as I felt myself being pushed back into the bed.
The Mother's View:
I watched as the lord pushed my son, now daughter, to the bed through the
hole in the wall. Yes I was in the next room, even though I told her that
I was to be a few doors down. I just did not want her to be more
embarrassed. I was a bit proud of her though that she did not run and
carried herself quite elegantly. Especially taking of her husband's coat
and sitting demurely in the bed, my son has certainly learned quite a lot.
After all he has been prepared for this night for the last one year of his
life. I could see through the hole that the lord had his lips on her now
and his hands were enjoying the curves and treasures of his new bride. The
lord was an expert I could tell almost making my son moan out his eyes
were closed and making him writhe under the lords touch. He was proud of
her she that she was accepting her husband's love. I could see that the
lord whispered something to her ear and her eyes opened wide but still
composed. And in a while I understood why as I saw the lord undressing
her. He had removed the sari exposing her now budding breasts encased in
the gold embroidered blouse, my son/daughters chest now heaving with
his/her breath as I saw all this I thought about the last one year.
You might think that I am not a good mother but a sick twisted woman who
would do something like this to her own son. But you are not from where I
am, and your lands are not ruled by this lord who is more vile and
ferocious then any other. When the lord and his hunting party ran into my
young boy in the forest, his fate was sealed. When the messenger from the
lord came and told me his desires, I could just thank him and thank the
lord for being so gracious. I even had to cry myself alone in my room
without tears or sound lest anyone hear.
But like all mothers I knew that I had to do what was best for my son. And
as I looked around our poverty and the misery that came with it. I knew
about the sacrifice that needed to be made but atleast he will have a good
life and my daughters would be married off to well-off families. No
mother should have to make choices like this, but I guess if you live a
life like mine you make a lot of calculation for survival. And so when I
came out of my room to look for my son, my mind was made up and my son's
fate sealed. Yes he resisted at first would go into this tantrums, but
after all he was just a child and I was the mother. It was relatively easy
for me to influence him and my task was made much easier with the herbs
that I gave him to change his body. Yes I was giving herbs to my son that
would make him impotent and into a girl.
The hardest thing for me as a mother was to breaking the spirit of my own
son. To continually humiliate him and tell him that it's the best thing
that is happening to him. I still remembered the first time he went
dressed as a girl to school. Even though the other students did not dare
to taunt him directly after all he was chosen by the lord, but still there
were the looks and that was enough. So when he came back home crying, I
would tell her that they were jealous how good she looked now, always
addressing him as her and also going on telling what a great man the lord
was. And then start with one of the stories of the lord most of which were
made up. Even though in the beginning he tried to resist but then as time
went on he could not stop hearing them.
I was sure that his transformation was going on the right direction is
when the six month passed and gifts were sent by the lord to his new
bride. Most of the gifts were for her but there was also a beautiful dress
for me and a picture of the lord which I fitted in my daughter's room. I
saw that the lord gave her a lot of items to wear at night which were
quite feminine and for upper class woman only. I picked out a black one
for her and when she put it on I could see that she was liking the feel of
the fabric. I then sent her off to bed, and next morning the dry patch on
her bed told me that my little girl was getting ready.
Even though she was accepting it but still I could see that it was hard
for her. Even last night when I was packing for her, I could see the dread
in her face. I tried to comfort her but I could see in her eyes the
conflict. I knew that this would happen that she would be torn inside, so
I wanted to make her last night with us as it is normal for any bride to
have. So when all the woman were gathered last evening to get my girl
ready, they were discussing how beautiful she was looking, how lucky the
lord was. Yes there were jokes about the night to come but in some ways it
helped as it made her feel more comfortable about her role.
As I stand here now I think it did help and my daughter is now ready to be
complete. As I peeped into the room I could see a young woman now writhing
in her wedding bed under the expert touch of her husband. Yes she was
getting ready to enter woman hood and I could see that her husband has
taken of her wedding dress. My girl was now helpless in her intimate wear,
as I looked on I knew that she was ready, ready to be possessed and
claimed. I knew it was private so I moved away from the hole going to my
bed, I knew I would not be able to sleep tonight, so I laid down on my bed
for a long restless night.
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