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This is the story of an Indian managing director who went to Thailand with his family for a vacation. There he met a car accident. The driver was killed & his man organ had been crashed in the accident. The doctors suggested him to go for SRS to live the rest of the life normally. He reluctantly accepted his fate & took the identity of the missing daughter of the dead driver & subsequently married his son. Family Transition: Transformation from a father to daughter-in-law Chapter One: The Tour I am Shyamal Gupta, a 44 yrs old man. 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 & my son 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 a beauty salon adjacent to our home. The salon is very popular in our locality & it runs well. Every year during durga puja we take a long break from our professional life & go to explore different places in India & abroad. This year we are going to Thailand for one month tour. After reaching Thailand we explored many places. The local travel agent of Indian origin arranged everything properly. So, we did not feel any inconvenience during our tour. He also gave us a car with driver so that we can go anywhere we like. The driver is a non resident Indian about my age. He is also a Bengali by birth. His name is Narendra Roy. So, we felt very comfortable with him. During exploring the beauty of Thailand we did not feel any language barrier as Mr. N. Roy, the driver was always with us and we usually talked with him in Bengali. He is a very nice guy. His behavior was very sober & gentle. There was a smile always in his face. But when he told us about himself we understood how distressed he is. He lost his wife when his daughter was only 2 yrs old. And when his beautiful daughter was only 7 years old, she had been kidnapped. He did FIR in the local police station, tried to find her. But, he did not. Even he did not get any letter from the kidnapers demanding money. After hearing my name he told me that her daughter's name is very similar to me. I asked him the name of his daughter. He told me that the name of his daughter is Shyamali Roy. Indeed the name is very similar to my name! Chapter Two: The Accident 5 days are already over. On the 6th day we plan for sightseeing in countryside. I sit in the front beside the driver & the remaining three are in the backside of the car. The road is very smooth & wide. Besides, there was no crowd in the road. Speed of our car also very high. Suddenly from the left side an elderly lady comes into the road. The driver pushes the break in the last moment. But it is vain. The car hits a tree of right side. The pain! An excruciating & unrelenting pain! We became unconscious after that. Somehow some moments later my son managed to gain consciousness. Since the three were in the back, though my wife & daughter were still unconscious, they were not deadly injured. But, my son checked, the driver was dead. And there was huge blood in my lower abdomen. He screamed. He cried for assistance. And he saw some people are coming to us for assistance. Then he again lost his consciousness. Chapter Three: The Condition Waking to the unmistakable smells and sounds of a hospital, I sensed that all were not right. A grim faced team of medical personnel surrounded by my reclining form. One doctor came to me & asked "Hello Mr., can you hear me?" I nodded. "Are you ok?" He asked. "What happened to me doctor? And where is my family?" "You are at district hospital and we are going to fly you to Bangkok for treatment. Your condition is not terminal; however we lack the necessary equipment and specialists to properly treat your injuries." "Other members of your family are okay & they are waiting in the lobby." Then he asked a nurse to call my family into the room. They came & greeted me with joy & then cried seeing my condition. I asked, in classic bollywood fashion, "How bad is my condition doctor?" "You have been hurt in a place that we all love to joke about but all fear the most, we've stopped the hemorrhaging, stabilized your electrolytes and are sending you to a city hospital equipped with the finest specialists. The best doctors of our country would take care of you." With that I was wheeled into an awaiting transport and flown to city with the nurses & my family members. The flight was uneventful, the attending staff kept me sufficiently drugged, the drug induced stupor preventing me from dwelling on the events of the past 12 hours. Arriving in city, I was offloaded and trucked to the city hospital. Another group of medical personnel gathered around me to poke, prod, confer, and examine. I got into consciousness after some hour and said to the attentive doctor "What's the prognosis doctor? Where's my family?" "Relax man, the prognosis is that you will need to undergo reconstructive surgery and your wife, son & daughter are currently waiting in the foyer until we complete our examination." And then the doctor came to the hospital room where I was kept. "What happened to me doctor? What I need to cure? Is there any operation needed for that?" I asked. "You need reconstructive surgery to be a normal person again" the doctor said."Reconstructive surgery", I queried, "In simple English you are telling me that my dick has been shot off!" "Unfortunately the tissue damage is severe enough to prevent us from restoring you to your former level of functionality, however there are several options." "Our staff psychologist has already discussed these options with your wife and we will meet this afternoon, after you've had a chance to discuss the alternatives with your spouse and decide on a course of action." With that he abruptly turned, gathering his entourage, and left the room. Sunita, my wife, entered. Evidence of tears had been unsuccessfully masked with heavier than normal makeup, but to my eyes she was lovelier than ever. Dressed in an attractive blouse and sari, she ran to my side and embraced me. "Ohh! 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.............. Chapter Four: The Decision An 8 hour Demerol (a synthetic narcotic drug used to treat pain) induced stupor followed the discussion with my wife regarding my present circumstance, my options for the future, and the seeming injustice and embarrassment I had been subjected to. Heart shattering images haunted my psyche, should I elect to accept the SRS, how would my 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 gets a chance to live twice in a single life. You have got a chance. Besides, as a man, as a husband & as a father, you have got everything in your life?.money, power, success, love, regards?..what else you need as a man! Just see the rest of your life through a woman's eye. I promise you, it will not be too bad. With wrenching emotion, I concurred with the assembled medical staff. "Continue with the procedures; however you must tell those that I love that the operation was unsuccessful and that I died during surgery." "I cannot and will not subject those that I love to the humiliation and remorse that I feel." "As of this moment I've stopped being what I was and will undergo a metamorphosis into the creature that you will create." "I will emerge as the female that God must have intended me to become, but the circumstances leading to this change must be forever hidden." I broke down into tears, uncertain of my future, frightened at the changes about to befall me, heartsick over the reaction of those I so dearly loved. A faceless nurse injected me and I lapsed gratefully into unconsciousness. Chapter Five: The Transformation A technically challenging and lengthy procedure was performed on my mangled body. A team of surgeons created a virtually perfect copy of a female vagina. The tissue that formerly was my scrotum was fashioned into realistic labia. The tissue I used to refer to as my penis was stripped, inverted and attached as my new vagina. My urethra was repositioned, giving my urine a female trajectory. Implants in my cheeks and reduction of my jaw line softened my face into a feminine form. Silicone gel implants rounded my hips and buttocks and augmented my breasts. Satisfied with their craftsmanship, I was bandaged, and wheeled to a private recovery area, my journey to femininity ahead of me............. I awoke. Strange bodily sensations commanded my attention. An uncomfortable weight on my chest -- sticking bandages on my face and cheeks -- an indescribable numbness between my legs. And the feeling that someone was holding my hand. I looked over to see Sunita, the stress clearly exhibited in her otherwise beautiful countenance, sitting close to my bedside. Hoarse, with a voice that seemed strained I whispered, "I told them to tell you I'd died!" "I know, and they did, but in my heart I know that nothing could kill my husband" "I knew that you-- that we would survive." "Am I -- well you know -- did they..." "Yes my love, my husband has had some remarkable changes but together we will put our lives back together and continue on." She comforted. "The doctors expect that you will need about 6 days of recovery, then we will fly home and begin rebuilding what that accident changed." Tears marked both our faces as she knelt and gently caressed my bandaged cheek. "Rest now my love, I'll be back tomorrow and we will begin to plan our future." Sunita rose and left the room, leaving me to contemplate my horrifying situation. Struggling to right myself, I began to take inventory. Chest protruding and heavily bandaged, legs splayed apart with a tangle of tubing exiting a bandaged crotch. My wildest imagination could not adequately form a mental picture of me with a vagina and breasts. The very successful MD of a famous private concern now struggling in a hospital bed with an artificial vagina & breast. Sleep came fitfully, nightmares of monumental proportions wreaked havoc on my psyche. I dreamed of myself as a housewife, preparing dinner for my husband, even pregnant! Morning came, and the entourage of doctors, nurses, the curious, and the disinterested filled my room in a never ending procession. The professional staff incessantly remarked at my excellent progress while congratulating themselves on a most innovative solution to a difficult problem. Medication and the blessed shock of still not realizing the magnitude of my circumstance mitigated the embarrassment and confusion I felt. Sunita dutifully visited chatting about a plethora of topics, all unrelated to the situation at hand. My son & daughter came to see me & I denied seeing them because of shame & Sunita also understood my situation & instructed them not to meet me still my recovery. Another restless night was interrupted by the chief surgeon and several of his minions waking me. "Today Mr. 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. Chapter Six: The Impact The following days were filled with the standard prodding, poking, and examining so dear to the medical community in the early morning and my afternoons were filled with a torture known as electrolysis. Each day at precisely 1:00 P.M a sour faced matron armed with a vicious device terminating in a needle would subject my sparse beard and chest hair to a 6 hour series of hair removal. Her comments were short, excepting when she complimented herself on how rapidly the treatment was progressing and that I would be smooth as a baby's bottom by the end of the week. Day four proved to be the most humiliating and frightening day of my stay. The morning started with the announcement that the bandages covering my new (or perhaps lack of) equipment would be removed. Following removal of the science fiction collection of tubes, catheters and bandages, it was announced that I was to be dilated. The chief physician produced what could only be described as a long dildo, liberally coated it with K-Y jelly and proceeded to insert it into my formerly virgin orifice. The pain was unbelievable. My newly high-pitched voice screamed as in pain, I felt as if I were being split in half. I squirmed and cried and begged them to stop this torture. "Gupta, I know this is quite painful the first time, however let me assure you that it is quite necessary to insure future functionality of your sexual organ." "You will need to perform this procedure twice a day for the ensuing six months, let me assure you that soon it will be more pleasure than pain." Removing the hated device he left me to my thoughts. The pain in my vagina was starting to lessen, prompting me to explore the opening in my legs. Soft, tender labia surrounded a moist slit. Withdrawing my hand in disgust, I left further examination to a later date. Sunita entered the room and asked if I needed any assistance. "With the catheter removed you will have to either use the bedpan or get up to answer nature's call, however by now you must know that the days of standing to pee are over." "I believe that I would like to try and get up, I've been flat on my back for more than a week and I would really like to examine myself in the floor length mirror." "Will you help me Sunita?" "Of course my darling, however you must be prepared as there is much about you that has changed and you must accept these changes and adapt." With the accompanying dizziness from being bedridden for so long and my changed center of gravity hindering me, I managed to right myself and take several tenuous steps. Turning toward the mirror I opened the front of my hospital gown and reeled from the shock of a nude woman with my face staring back at me. Pert, firm breasts, wider hips, and normal appearing female genitalia defined the illusion in the mirror. "I've seen enough." I announced closing the gown and heading back to the sanctuary of the hospital bed. The remainder of the week fell into the routine of electrolysis and dilation. Finally the day for my release from the hospital arrived. Wakened early, I was given a thorough examination and handed a huge document detailing the procedures I was to follow in the coming weeks. Sunita entered the room bearing several shopping bags. "I bought you some clothes to wear to the hotel and we'll buy some more for the trip back to India....... Chapter Seven: The Makeover Sunita opened the first bag and removed a bra and pair of panties. "Those aren't for me!" I cried. "Of course they are dear, you will need to adjust to your new role and in that role these are the undergarments you will need to wear." "Additionally the bra will give you welcome support to your still tender breasts." Reluctantly I slipped the panties over my significantly wider hips, pulling them snugly against my new labia. The sensation was foreign but not uncomfortable, as the light blue satin material was remarkably soft and light. Next came the bra, another delicate garment, fashioned out of the same blue satin. Struggling, I tried to remember how Sunita put her brassiere on but found myself with the cups above my breasts, my arms through the straps, unable to snap the back or adjust the front. Without adding to my discomfort, Sunita gently showed me how to lengthen the straps and guided me on the correct procedure. "Turn it around backwards and fasten the hooks on the back strap, then rotate it around, place your arms through the shoulder straps and lift the cups over your breasts." She instructed. Having completed that ordeal, I was then handed a petticoat & a sleeveless blouse, and a night gown. After wearing the petticoat & blouse by myself she helps me to wear nightgown properly. I looked in the adjacent mirror and was surprised to see a rather attractive woman looking back at me; my manly haircut seemed remarkably out of place on the person in the mirror. "See dear, it's not so bad, you are quite attractive, you are still alive, and 51% of the population copes with this "condition" everyday of their lives." Sunita said, breaking my reverie. "I bought you some casual things and we will gradually indoctrinate you into sari and salwar cameez and all sorts of wonderful feminine clothes." "No damned way am I ever wearing a sari or salwar cameez?" I exploded. Then seeing the hurt look on Sunita's face I realized that this was tough on her as well, her husband got a fatal accident, emasculated, and now raging at her when she was only trying to support the one she loved as best she knew how. "I'm sorry my love, of course we will continue with my transformation, I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed." Smiling again, Sunita beckoned me to sit down in front of a small desk in my room. "Reaching into the seemingly bottomless shopping bag she removed several bottles, tubes and brushes. Placing them on the table in front of me she said "Now don't lose control, I'm simply going to apply a slight amount of makeup, a proper lady would not want to go out with her face naked." With that she proceeded to apply a light foundation that complimented my fair complexion. Powder, blush, eye shadow, liner, and mascara followed in rapid succession, the odd sensations and odors left me feeling quite uncomfortable yet somehow excited. She continued her labor by affixing two tiny pearl clip earrings on my earlobes, and placing a softly curled short wig over my short hair. "You won't need the wig for long, I know that it is uncomfortable but when you see the benefit I am sure you'll agree it's necessary." She then held up a necklace of two hearts intertwined held on a delicate gold chain. "These are our hearts my love, we shall always be together." With tears welling up in both our eyes she fastened the chain around my neck, kissed me softly, and placed a red bindi in the middle of my forehead. Chapter Eight: The Makeover Days Continues Waking in the next day morning, I rolled over, the protrusions of my breasts reminding me of the events of the past weeks. The pink colored, silky night gown provided me by my spouse provided additional reinforcement that I was not my 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. Chapter Nine: The Revelation My reverie was broken by a knock at the door of my cabin and the announcement of coming of my son & daughter. "Be a dear and get that." Sunita requested as she strode toward the bathroom. Mortified, I unsteadily went to answer the door, conscious of my heels, my dress, my makeup, my breasts, the absence of my penis, I opened the door. "Dad! You! "Sujata screamed. And I noticed the perplexed eye movement of my son towards my body especially towards my big boobs. We settled down to breakfast. Sujata said "How are you dad?" I was feeling very shy. Still I did not open my mouth before them. Because after the operation my voice has been changed into high pitched like other female. Sunita says, "Hey! Do not say her dad?.after SRS, she is no longer your dad." "But what will we call to her?.as you are present we can't call her mom?.and if we do not call her dad then..." "Right now, just call her by her name 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 that he is not feeling comfortable like me. "We're going shopping this morning." Sunita stated between mouthfuls of the most delicious strudel. "We are going to indoctrinate you into a female institution, which will afford you the opportunity to refine your feminine posture and demeanor." Although I was admittedly reluctant to undertake such a journey, I could not help but feel a sense of anticipation and desire for the upcoming trip. Chapter Ten: The Identity Crisis One doctor comes to my room for final check up. Sunita tells my 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?"Sunita says "Yes". Then she calls our travel agent & requests him to come into the hospital to discuss the matter. Sunita says the travel agent contacted with her & said sorry for the accident & raised his hand for any type of help necessary for us. After 20 minutes he comes. And greets me without any hesitation. Sunita says everything the doctor said to her about the papers. He listens everything silently. Then said "if everything is ok by you then I have no problem?.but, what I am thinking is, and will your society & relatives accept the fact? What you think?" "I know they can't. And I can't reveal myself. "I can't keep myself strong?the female hormones have already started their work. I am feeling vulnerable. I start crying. Chapter Eleven: The Solution The travel agent says," I have a suggestion. And if you agree, I can help you." Sujata says," It is true, we can't return back to our home taking dad in this form & tell everyone what actually happens to him??they don't believe it?if they believe, they don't accept us?.if they accept us, they at least don't accept dad??if accept, they will humiliate him for sure." My 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 a 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. "We will collect the death certificate of Shyamal Gupta & death certificate 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 Shyamali Roy with you to India because she has no relative in this country & your family is very much sympathetic to her because her dad & your husband both are killed in an accident. Sound realistic to you?" The travel agent paused. Sunita & my kids are very much excited. "This is the best plan we have. Are you sure you can arrange everything?" Sujata says. "Yes. I can arrange. But you need to spend some money.""Money will not be any problem. Just arrange everything." Sunita says. The travel agent hurriedly goes outside & within some minutes he returns back with the head clerk of the hospital. "He will prepare the necessary documents." And tells sunita "Please come with us in the office room, we have to give inputs to him." After they have gone I did not keep my tears in my eyes. I cried & tell my 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 stops those things. She caresses me" I know, I understand your feeling?.but we really need these documents?.we need you as a normal human being?with a normal female identity?.see, all will be well" 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 Thailand. And, here is your death certificate. Probably you are the first in the world who sees his/her owns death certificate." I am in a fix. I can't talk. I chocked. I cried. The travel agent tells "Tomorrow I have to go some places with Shyamali?the driver's home, to the neighbors, to the municipal office & to the passport office to prepare new passport for her." Chapter Twelve: Decision of Marriage Sunita says to travel agent, " but how can we keep someone for a long time who is not related to us, who is not even married? you know, the relatives, the neighbors?they will question us after some days? what is your plan with this girl? Why she has come with you? When will be she married? You know the neighbors & relatives are always like gossips." "Then settle her with your son" the travel agent replied. "WHAT!!! Are you mad! You know this is illegal! This is incest! "Sunita shouted. "Madam! Why? What I am saying is absolutely correct in the legal point of view. As per the official documents; she is resident of Thailand & daughter of Late N. Roy. Physically she is a complete woman. And since she can't bear child there is no problem of anything like incest. So, the marriage will be absolutely legal. And that will also solve all the problems. You will tell the neighbors & relatives that after losing your husband you were in complete shock. But when you heard that the driver has survived by a 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. Chapter Thirteen: Back in the Hotel At 12 noon we left the hospital. The travel agent arranged everything with absolute secrecy. So, they take me to another hotel. The travel agent advised Sunita to check out from the previous hotel. That day we took complete rest. I don't know what Sunita, Sujata, 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 strip. I denied. She shouted. "Have you forgotten about everything? You need dilation with this long dildo coated with K-Y Jelly every day for at least 20 minutes. Just become nude & lie in the floor" I obeyed. She asked Sujata to insert the 6' long dildo into my new vagina. She did. I cried in my new high pitched voice. I screamed. She says," dad, welcome to our women territory?from now on you will become one of us?. And very fast you should accustomed with the fact that you are no longer a male, an MD or our dad?.you are like us?a female, and officially a 30 years old spinster who will soon become my Bhabi?my sister-in-law." I have no time to reply her?.I am moaning?.a huge pain with pleasure?..I began to like the feeling. Sunita rented two adjoining double bed rooms & one single room in this hotel. The single room was for 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. The doctors applied electrolysis all over my body. After bath, they cleaned my body by a towel. And took me before the king size mirror in the room. I see a beautiful nude young woman is looking after me. I am stunned by her beauty. The smooth & bright skin, the figure, the huge boobs & obviously the deep vagina surrounded by black hair?..I really love my new body. Sunita gives me the pink colored female underwear which she purchased from the hotel boutique. Those perfectly fitted my new body. Then she handed me a short skirt & tight fitting top. "Give me salwar kameez. I do not want to wear those" I say. "No, you have to wear those. You are now going down to hotel beauty parlor. I have already talked with the lady beautician & have taken an appointment at 3pm. We need your complete makeover." I reluctantly wear the mini skirt & top. Sujata adjusted the cloth perfectly for me. It is very much foreign to me. I never wear even Bermuda after marriage. So, I am feeling very shy in this dress. Never mind what it does effect on me?.I understand?.now I have to do many more things what I did not do in my life, what I do not want to do?.and the 2' hills. First I did not keep my balance. Sujata take my hand & tells me to practice. Sunita went to the adjacent room to change herself. She will go with me in the beauty parlor. Sujata whispers in my ear," I have great news for you." I look at her. She continues," Dada (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. Chapter Fourteen: Adopting New Identity & Beautification One Thai woman greets us. She is the owner of the beauty salon. Sunita tells her name."Ohh! Yes. I was waiting for you. The manager called me & fixed an appointment. He told me you need a complete makeover. "She asked to Sunita."No. Not for me. I need a complete makeover for her. She is my future 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. At least 40'*20' space & filled with modern equipments. There are 4 lady assistants in the room. I never before entered into a ladies beauty parlor in my life. And now, I am here to get a beauty treatment for myself!!! "I have cancelled all of my appointments to give you special treatment." She smiles & gives names of her assistants. I greeted everyone & shake hands with them. Then Tangmoo asked me to strip." What! "I scream as if I did not understand. She smiles again. You have to strip now. Without you being nude, how will we give complete treatments to your body? I hesitantly strip. This is the first time in my life I am naked before any lady except my wife Sunita & my Daughter Sujata... I feel very shy. The ladies are really expert. They know how to handle the situation. Tangmoo observes my body fully. Then instruct one of her girls to measure me. That lady came to me with a tape. After measurement, she tells Tangmoo "its 36-26-36". "You should start exercise every day. Because anyone like your body needs 24' of waist." Tangmoo says. "However lie on the bed." She took me to a bed covered by a white sheet. The one of the lady takes some olive oil in her palm, applies all over my body & begin to message. The cream has a beautiful smell. Ohh! What a comfort! I never felt such comfort in my life. I am simply enjoying the message. She applies little more on my boobs & starts giving curly massage. It runs nearly 15 minutes. She took some extra care for my nipples. Her massage gives me bit wetness in my new pussy. Now I completely understand why Sunita would so much excite when I messaged her boobs in early days in our marriage life. Ohhhh God! I am in heaven now. Then she came to my foot. She massaged every fingers of my foot. Then she messaged my legs?then the thighs. She started very slowly. Then she goes very fast. Then she pours little extra oil on my vagina & started rubbing pussy lips?.I cannot control me?.what a feeling! I did know sex is so much exciting in lady's form. She then started to message my clitoris?..Ohhhh! Every inch of my pussy touched by those expert hands. I am really aroused. I felt so horny. If she is a male probably I simply asked her to fuck me. That is the best phrase to describe my condition. The lady also understands my condition. So, she gives a bit extra time to message my vagina. I bit my lower lip by my upper teeth in excitement & finally climaxed. The lady smiled naughtily. "How you feel madam?" I felt shy. Then she took me to shower & applied shampoo in my short hair. She bathed me well. I felt like a feather. She asks me to sit on a chair & asked to spread my thighs widely. I do so. She applied some foam on my pussy hair & started brushing. It gave lot of lather. Then she started to shave my pussy hair. She removed all the hair on my vagina. I never imagined that I am going to get shaved all of my pussy hair. She then shaved my arm pits. Then she brings a mirror to show my vagina first time. I see my shaved pussy. It looks really nice. It looks like 10 years old girl's pussy before her puberty. I am very fair. So, my vagina is pinkish in color. Rosy colored clitoris looks like a crown on my pussy. She asks me, "Are you satisfied madam?" I shyly said "yes." "This was a special instruction from your would be husband. He does not like hair in pussy." I blushed again. Did really Sumit instruct them? Did he really decide to marry me? How he can do that? I am his father. Then she takes me to shower. She poured rose water in bath tub & started bathing me. I felt like a doll in her hand. Another lady assistant brings towels & dried me. Then she asked me to sit on chair. One lady begins to cut my short hair in a feminine style. Another one started to give facial on my face. Another one began pedicure. Another one hour passed. They already set my short hair in feminine style. The facial & bleach has been completed. The pedicure & manicure has already done. Then one of them begins to apply nail police. The other lady begins works on eyebrows. She gives them very sexy shape. She applies foundation on face. The eyeliner, mascara, blushes on cheek, lipstick, lip gloss, lip liner, all these are applied on my face for the first time. Another lady pierced both of my ears 3 times & pierced my left nostril one time. Then Tangmoo called Sunita to come in the salon as they are about to complete the makeup. Within 10 minutes she came into the parlor with Sujata, my 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 would 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 pierced nose. Then she helped me to wear the new pink colored panty & bra. The design is very modern & the materials are very comfortable. Sunita says "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 do too many things today." Sunita hands over me a faded whitish jean & a pinkish top. I have worn so many jeans in my earlier life. But this is ladies jean. But I am now feeling more comfortable because this cloth will cover my smooth legs. Then I wear the top. This is typical ladies wear. I have seen Sujata to wear this type of top. But this is very short & tight fitting. It does not cover my naval. And the jean fits only 4 inch below the naval. And then I wear 4 inch high heal in my foot. Chapter Fifteen: My new Home & Nabors Tangmoo says goodbye to us. We return back to our hotel room. I noticed the male visitors & male staffs of the hotels looks at me. There was the travel agent waiting for us. He surprised to see new me. "Ohh! What a change. I did not recognize you. You are looking beautiful." I smiled." Madam, she has to go with me. You all should go with me." He says to Sunita."Where?" "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 Nabors, 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 family & 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 dad? You are already beginning to miss him. The marriage only has been fixed. What will you do after marriage? Will you keep him always in your arms?"Again I blushed. We went to the house of late N Roy, the dead driver. Officially he would be my father. I had small talk with him before & while driving the car. He was a good human being. The travel agent chose him as our driver because he was a non resident Indian, a Bengali & established driver in Thailand. He was a widower & lonely. He showed me an old photo of young 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 in my marriage which would be held 3 days later. We then entered into the room. A one storied small house. There are two bedrooms & one dining space. Though he was the only member of the family, still the rooms are neatly arranged. The kitchen also has all the modern equipments. Now this is officially my house. Me, Miss 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 & 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!!! Chapter Sixteen: The Preparation for Marriage Next 2 days we went to different places to collect necessary documents including my birth certificate, death certificate of the driver etc. Everything has arranged finally. The marriage date has been fixed on tomorrow. The travel agent arranged a Hindu marriage ritual & he also called a Hindu purohit to do the rituals. I never see 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 ceremony has been fixed at dot 4-30pm in a nearby banquet. So we have sufficient time for bridal make up. We went there and a nice young lady invited us into the parlor. The name of the lady is Rehashed is a friend of 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. Chapter Seventeen: The Preparation as Bride Rupa brought everything of bridal make up? the jewelry, the dress & other things. 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 likes the hairless pussy, so, she requested her to remove hair from her pussy." I am feeling very nervous & shy hearing their dialogue. Then Rekha removes a small spray bottle from bag & sprays it in my pussy & says," this will tight your pussy lips, I mean, I know, it is already tight, you are a virgin, still?and it will remove all the bad odors from your pussy." 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 sari. The sari is slowly unfolded, tucked into the waistband of my petticoat, and wrapped around my body. They are experts at folding the pleats in the front. The remainder of the material is wrapped around my body again then folded and draped over my left shoulder where it was pinned into place. The extra material hung down my back. The outfit is gorgeous. It is huge. I don't know from where 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 sari. It took them another 45 minutes to complete my bridal make up in my face. After cleaning my face, light moisturizer is applied for smoothing my skin. Afterwards, to put spot on the skin out of sight, a concealer of a light color shadow is selected for the areas of the face around the eyes and nose. Then it is gently applied and blended all over the face and under the neck for an oil-free foundation to make it last throughout a long day. Considering the skin quality of my face the accurate foundation shade to match with skin color is given. After applying the concealer, pancake and foundation on the face and neck, the eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow are used. Then, to hide the shine of the makeup, compact powder is applied. Prior to filling lips with lipstick lips are drawn round using a lip liner. The best colors for lipsticks are maroons and browns for the darkish skin color of the Indian bride. Though I am a fair lady, still, Rekha selected the color for me. A good quality lipstick is selected for its lasting matching with my dress. For the makeover of the eyes glitters over the eyebrows are used to give a glowing look of the bride. So, Rekha uses s thin line of white eyeliner on the eyelid to highlight the eyes. Black mascara is used to highlight my lashes. Eyebrows are brushed out to have a thorough look. Proper makeup is also applied to the forehead, nose and chin. As my hair was short, they placed a long, gold thread, hair net over my head. It was adorned with beads. A beaded Ghunghat, matching the hair net, was hooked to either side of my head. It covered the lower half of my face revealing only my heavily made up eyes. Then Rekha brings a stool & asks me to sit on it in front of mirror. I know, it is the final stage to be prepared as bride. I have to wear jewelries. The jewelries are heavy. Those are specially designed for Indian marriage. First Rekha tugged long, dangling, golden earrings heavily into my lower earlobes. Then she puts small golden earrings into my other earlobes. She then puts a huge nose ring in my left nostril. I was surprised when they attached a number of gold chains to my pierced ears and nose. After putting those chains, I feel the inconvenience. The big nose ring now always touches my lips. I admired myself in the mirror as Rekha attached wide, gold bracelets around my ankles and wrists. I remembered the lines from magazine 'The Bride'; a woman's wedding day is a very special day in her life. In addition to being joined with her husband and of the burden and commitment that goes with that, she also get to dress in the most beautiful, the most feminine of outfits; The Bridal make up & bridal sari. When they finished it was almost 4pm.For the last time I look at me in the mirror. The lady in mirror is just like a princess. I have to confess, even she is better than Sunita in her marriage night. And she is not like 44yrs old lady; she looks like a lady of her early thirty. Ready to be get married, ready to be someone's wife. 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. Chapter Eighteen: The Marriage It took him only five minutes to reach the banquet. There are some peoples. I recognize them. They are the neighbors. They brought me to inside. The banquet is beautifully decorated for the auspicious ceremony. And in the middle there is an arrangement for Bengali marriage ceremony. They took me to an adjacent room. This room is also decorated. I sit on a decorated chair. The people of groom side including groom came after 10 minutes. That means 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 Nabors is decided to be my guardian & he will perform the role of the father of the bride by the Hindu marriage. There was no time to wait. It is already 4-30 pm. So, all the guests gathered to the hall where they arrange the things for marriage. They also escorted me to the place. I, in bridal dress, shyly went there. They asked me to sit next to the groom. This is the first time I see 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 puja and finally Sumit tied mangalsutra around my neck & put vermilion on my forehead. It was simultaneously an exciting as well as shameful scene for me as my own 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 puja. We did all the things too newlyweds do while marrying. The old Thai Nabors performed parent's duties from my side and Sunita performed my duties for my 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. 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 he is enjoying his time with me, touching me very easily. The travel agent arranged a photo session. We posed for the pictures. Sometimes I was alone, sometimes we were both in different gesture, in different moods & there were some family photo session. Every time, I felt his growing possessiveness to me. He even dictated some times what I should have to do & made sure that I do that. Most of the guests left us after midnight. The marriage has been completed. The auspicious rituals also. Only one last ritual is pending. Physical intimacy of our first night. It is not the first night of my life as a husband & man, but it is definitely my first night as a wife, as a woman with my hubby my own 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.. Chapter Nineteen: The First Night They finished all rituals and then sent Sumit to our decorated bedroom. Few minutes later, Sunita, my former wife and now my new mother-in-law gave me a glass of milk and escorted me to the room. The other ladies smile. Sujata whispers in my ear," Dad, forget the past. You are now my sister-in-law, my bhabi, enjoy your first night & prepare yourself to lose your virginity." Other ladies smile. It was a shaking moment for me. I am going to celebrate my first night as a woman with my own son. Sunita slowly pushed me into the room and quickly shut the door behind me. I could hear her locking it from outside. I took a look at the room and saw Sumit sitting on the bed that was decorated with lots of flowers. Sujata advised me to forget my past. But it reminds me of my past. Everything is very similar to my marriage with Sunita. But that day I was the groom & Sunita was the blushing bride. Today, I am the blushing bride & my own son is my groom. I slowly walked towards him hesitantly. He stands up and meets me halfway. He takes the glass, drinks half the milk and gives it to me to drink the remaining half of milk to drink. He helps me to lift the glass to my mouth as I slowly drank th