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I was born and brought up in Bangalore, the information technology hub in
India. My parents named me Lakshmi after the goddess for wealth.
Although, it was more of a girl's name there were a few (un)fortunate
boys like me who were given this name. I had a pretty good childhood,
nothing to complain about. My life turned colorful once Jessie moved to
my neighborhood. She was one hell of a girl. We fell in love instantly.
After I finished my engineering and landed a nice job, we spoke to our
parents about marrying. Since, I was Hindu and she was Christian our
parents didn't agree to our marriage. So our only choice was to elope.
One fine night, we packed our bags and boarded a train to Chennai. We
rented an apartment, I started my computer programming job and Jessie
started her medical school. The first year in Chennai was like an
extended honeymoon. Everything was perfect, a newly married 23 years old
man couldn't have asked for anything better. Who knew our lives were
going to take a drastic turn soon.
During the second year of our marriage, after year of rapid growth the
Indian economy started taking a downturn. Automatically, the IT companies
started to lay off people. The new recruits were the first to be cut
off. I was let go and was forced to look for a new one. But jobs were
hard to come by. It had been three months since I was laid off but
nothing had materialized. Our savings were quickly vanishing and I badly
needed a source of income to save our sinking ship. Jessie still had four
more years of med school ahead of her and there was also the worry of her
tuition fees. With all this going on in our minds, one fine day Jessie
pitched the idea of me trying for teaching jobs. There were many colleges
in and around Chennai and if I am lucky something could work out. Taking
a lecturer job meant a definite pay cut, but beggars can't be choosers.
So I started my lecturer job hunt the next day.
It took about a month before I got my first interview call. It was from a
college called Stella Maris. That was the best news in a while and I was
ecstatic. I told Jessie the good news after she came back from her
classes. Jessie didn't seem very enthusiastic hearing it. I asked her why
and she told me that Stella Maris College was a women's only college and
that they hired only female lecturers. They should have probably thought
I was a female applicant looking at my name. At first I didn't believe
her. She then pulled up the college's website and no one could deny the
plethora of estrogen in the pictures. My hopes were dashed. I was not
just disappointed, I was devastated.
Hundreds of thoughts were going through my mind when Jessie said, "You
know what you are the same height as me 5'6", you are on the scrawny side
and have soft features. With some boobs, right clothes and makeup we
could turn you into a female Lecturer Lakshmi they are looking for! What
do you say?"
It took me a while to comprehend what she said. Then I replied, "I am not
a sissy to dress like a GIRL! I am GUY! You must be insane to suggest
something like that!"
We argued for a couple of more hours after that. I told her how
disgusting it was to do something like that. I also told her only gay men
did things like that. My final rant about male superiority and frilly
clothes were for inferior people is what ticked her off and hearing that
she walked out of the apartment. I mopped around the apartment for a
while, then grabbed a beer and drank myself to sleep. When I woke up the
next morning, Jessie still hadn't come back. I tried calling her cell
phone a number of times. But she never picked it up. She probably had
switched it off. I was starting to get worried. So I went to her college
to see if she was there. But the college was deserted as the study
holidays had begun. After roaming around the college for a while I was
able to get hold of one of her classmates. She suggested that I contact
Jessie's close friend Shweta. I tried calling Shweta, but she didn't pick
up her phone either. I finally caught hold of her after several tries.
It looked like she didn't want to talk to me for long. All she said was
Jessie was with her in her hostel room and she didn't want to talk with
me and asked me not to call any more. With that the phone went dead. I
tried calling her again and she didn't pick up her phone. After two long
days, I heard back from Shweta. She told me that Jessie was still upset
with me and was thinking about leaving to Bangalore the next day.
I realized that I had to do something quickly to change her mind. Shweta
lived in the medical college girl's hostel and only girls were let into
the hostel after 6PM. Since it was already 5:30 PM there was no point in
rushing to her hostel. There was also a good chance that Jessie could
take the early morning train to Bangalore. Since girls were allowed into
the hostel until 10PM, my only option was to somehow dress up as a girl
and meet Jessie at the hostel. How the hell was I going to do that?
That's when I remember that the lady who lived in our neighboring
apartment had a beauty parlor. I quickly went and banged on her door.
When Narmada opened the door, I just fell on her feet and asked her to
help me. She asked me to get up and patiently heard to my story. After
hearing, she sympathized with me and agreed to help me out. First, she
asked me to completely shave off all my body hair. I removed my clothes.
She gave me a flowery shaving cream to apply all over my body. Then, I
proceeded to shave off all the hair with a pink lady's razor. While I was
shaving, Narmada had gone to my apartment and got some of Jessie's
clothes for me to wear. Losing all that body hair made me feel lighter.
Narmada gave me a white panty to wear. The instant I put it on, I got an
erection. I was so ashamed by it. But my hard-on wouldn't go away. The
nylon material of the panty was so soft and cool and at the same time
uncomfortably pleasant. Narmada saw my predicament, smiled then kneeled
down and took me in her mouth. Her mouth was so nice and warm. At that
moment, I forgot about everything that was going on around me and just
melted into the moment. Her gentle maneuvering of my member resulted in
me squirting a bulk load of cum in her mouth. After licking my penis
clean, she came close and kissed me on my lips. While kissing she spitted
all of my cum into my mouth. The only option I had was to swallow the
salty substance. It tasted awful. After that my penis went flaccid and
Narmada started on my makeup. We didn't talk a word till she was done
with my makeup.
She started off with threading my eyebrow into a beautiful arch. Archly
eyebrows add that extra eroticism to Indian woman. Then she starting
applying foundation and then marched on to mascara, eye shadow, blush and
ended it with lipstick. Then she put some dangling earrings in my pierced
ears. At that time, I was experimenting with long hair, so all she had to
do was part it in the middle and comb it in a girl's style. Once the
makeup was done, Narmada helped me put on the bra. Then she stuffed it
with some old panties. Then I put on the churidar she gave me. It was the
orange anarkali churidar,I had gifted Jessie for her birthday. The
churidar was form fitting and felt very different than my boy clothes.
Narmada applied bindi on my forehead to complete the look. When I looked
at myself in the mirror I was astonished. I just didn't look convincing.
I looked beautiful. May be Jessie had a point. I scolded myself for being
silly and stupid.
Narmada wished me luck. I stepped into the dark evening to catch an
autorickshaw to go see Jessie. As I was trying to wave down an auto, a
van pulled up right next to me and its sliding door opened. In an
instant, I was pulled into it and man put a hand kerchief over my nose
and I passed out. When I woke up after several hours, I found myself in a
dark room. There seemed to be two girls sleeping next to me. Suddenly,
the door opened a woman and a burly man walked in. The woman asked all of
us to stand up. The woman looked at us for a while and said something to
her companion. Then the woman asked us to remove our clothes. After some
hesitation, all three of us complied. Once I removed my clothes, it was
evident that I was a boy. The man got angry and started to curse the
agent who kidnapped us. However, the woman seemed interested in me. She
came close to me and sized me up. She even patted my butt. Afterwards,
the woman asked the burly guy to shut up and listen to her. The woman
told something to the man. Following that the man took the two girls with
him. The woman asked me to follow her. She cautioned me not to try
anything silly. She warned that, if I tried to escape she would have me
killed. While walking with her she told me that she was Solachi the queen
of Sonagachi. She also mentioned that I was brought to the right place
and had big plans for me.
Sonagachi is an area in the city of Kolkata. It is famous for its
numerous whore houses. Every big city in India generally has a red light
area. But nothing was comparable to Sonagachi. It was the most notorious
of them all. Solachi happened to be the madam of the biggest whore house
in the area. Middle aged Solachi was fierce, terrifying and powerful.
Crossing her on the wrong side meant definite death!
I followed Solachi in to a room that looked like her office. Solachi
instructed two of her helpers to prepare me for the bride seeing
ceremony. Quickly the two women took me to the bathroom and made me
remove my clothes. Out of fear, I complied to whatever I was told to do.
They started shaving my face first. Then they cleaned up stray hairs on
my body, they even shaved of my pubic hair leaving just a patch above my
penis. Then they proceeded to bath me. While they were patting me dry, I
asked one of the women what the bride seeing ceremony was about. In a low
voice, one of the woman told me that Solachi was trying to sell me off to
a wealthy gay man. I was to be presented to him as beautiful virgin
shemale in about an hour.
Homosexuality is a taboo in India, so that's were passable shemales come
to the rescue. The outside world is fooled, while the wealthy gay man
still gets another dick to play with! For this reason, the market for
shemales had become lucrative. Passable shemales fetched a lot of money
in the open market.
After, I was bathed the makeup started. This time the makeup was very
elaborate. They even applied henna on my hands. Although I was downright
terrified, I should admit the henna job that was done on my hands was top
class. Then they glued two realistic breast forms on my chest. The weight
of them seemed to change my center of gravity. Then they helped me put on
a bra and a saree blouse over it. The saree blouse is a very sexy garment
that is form fitting and only comes up to the midriff. Then the petticoat
was fastened around my waist. The petticoat is a long skirt like garment
that holds the saree in place. Finally, they draped a silk red saree over
me. It looked like an expensive kancheevaram saree.
Kancheevaram sarees are considered to be the highest grade sarees. They
are so beautiful and generally have intricate designs. Wearing a
kancheevaram silk saree makes you feel that you are the most beautiful
woman in the whole world. You basically feel like a princess.
Then they adorned me with jewelry like bangles, anklets, earrings and
various necklaces. The clinging sound that came from my anklets with
every step I took was really weird. Seeing me in the mirror brought an
instant erection again. Tara, the girl that was dressing me up saw that
and quickly went underneath my petticoat and took my throbbing member in
her mouth. It didn't take too long for me to unload a huge load in her
mouth. This time I didn't get to taste my cum. Tara just gulped it all
up.
While I was getting ready, Solachi had invited the wealthy man Mr. Azad
to come see me. I was given a glass of milk and was asked to take it to
him. I was instructed to act shy like a bride and get blessings from him,
by touching his feet. Azad asked me to turn around. He did some sizing
up. Later I was asked to go inside. Azad and Solachi had a lengthy
discussion. After which he left.
I was shut in a room for the next two days. I was given food three times
a day and that's it. I didn't get to talk with anybody. The third day, a
person who wore a doctor's coat came into my room with the burly man. The
man in the white coat asked me to life my night gown. I asked him why.
The burly man got angry and slapped me. He told me follow the doctors
instructions. I lifted my gown after the third slap. The doctor injected
a syringe full of purple goo in my butt and went away. After a short
while, another one of Solachi's female helper's walked in and made me
strip down. Then she smeared turmeric all over me, from face to toe. Then
after an hour, I was taken to the common bathrooms to shower. After I was
all cleaned up, the helper gave me a lesson on how to apply makeup and
tie a saree. I tried talking with woman, but she kept mum. Before taking
me back to the room she made me wear heels and put a padlock on it so
that I couldn't remove the heels by myself.
This routine went on for the next 4 weeks. The doctor came in daily to
give me a mysterious shot, I tried resisting few times. But that resulted
in getting slapped and beaten up. So I just gave in after a few days. I
exactly didn't know what they were injecting me, but with my nipple
becoming larger and tender, I had an inkling it was female hormones. The
turmeric application, drastically reduced my facial and body hair growth.
The combination of the shots and the turmeric paste had softened my skin
considerably. Wearing heels 24/7 had changed my gait. I was swishing my
hips more while I walked. I was also mastering makeup skills and became
an expert in draping a saree. In my free time, I kept myself busy reading
the women's magazines that was brought in by the food supplier. My butt
seemed plumper as days passed.
One fine day, Solachi walked into my room and asked me to strip. She
touched almost every part of my body as if I were a piece of meat. She
seemed happy with my chest and butt development. She pinched my nipple
and seemed amused by my reaction. She touched my face to feel the
smoothness of my cheek. She even tugged on my testicles. Feeling
humiliated, I cried and fell on her feet and pleaded to let me go. The
female hormones that were being injected into my body were making me cry
easily. Solachi laughed out loud and exclaimed that I even cried like a
girl. She said in 6 months time, I would blossom into a beautiful girl
and be married off to Mr. Azad to be his whore princess. She walked out
of the room laughing to herself, while I sat there crying in despair.
In my second month, few more activities were added to my daily routine. I
was taught dancing, singing and tricks on modulating my voice to talk in
a higher register. Two weeks into that month, I was suddenly summoned to
Solachi's office. She instructed me to give the customer in room 9 a blow
job. There seemed to be a sudden surge in the inflow of clients during
the festival season. Since the supply was less than the demand, the
future Mrs. Azad was asked to fill in as a fuck hole. Before I could say
anything, I was just pushed into the room and the door was locked behind
me.
The man sitting on the bed smiled at me sheepishly and asked me to come
to the bed. He asked me to sit close to him and tried to touch my boobs.
I dodged him and quickly feel down to my knees. I slowly unzipped his fly
and undid his pant buttons. His dick sprung out to full attention. He had
a dark medium sized dick with lots of jet black pubic hair. After much
deliberation, I touched his cock. He spluttered in pleasure. I pushed my
hair to one side and lowered my mouth on to the tip of his cock. I
recollected my experience from the receiving end and lubricated his cock
with my saliva. The man seemed to love it. Once his cock was lubricated,
I slide up and down his cock making sucking noises in the process. I
sucked on his balls too. He was ecstatic when I did that. After a number
of iteration of this, I sensed that he was about to cum. He released a
humungous load into my mouth, I almost gagged. I slowly swallowed it all
in. The satisfied man pulled up his pants and went away in a jiffy.
The satisfied man seemed to have put in a good word about me to the
madam. The next day I was moved to a new room, were I was to have a
roommate. My new roommate was actually one of the two girls that were
brought to Solachi on the same day as me. Her name was Sanjana. She was
hostile to me during the first week I roomed with her. She just kept to
herself and rarely looked at me. She was already servicing many johns on
a regular basis. So I hardly saw her in the evenings. One night I was
deep asleep, Sanjana came crying into our room and laid beside me in my
bed and held me tightly. I held her too. Her tears made me cry also. Both
of us soaked my bed sheet with tears. After we were done crying, she
slightly kissed me on my lips. The kiss was soft and tender. I returned
the favor and kissed her full lips back. We went back and forth and even
did some tongue-ing in the process. She was kissing me all over. Her kiss
on my ear and the slight biting was heavenly. She was taking on a more
aggressive role than me. It was very different to what I was used to as a
man. Was I man anymore, I didn't have an answer to that. We tore our
clothes off and attacked each other like animals. Sanjana, played with my
budding breasts. Sensation around my pointed nipple were so electrifying
that, I feared that I would electrocute Sanjana. My smooth hairless skin
seemed to increase my pleasure many fold.
I had always refrained from giving any form of oral pleasure to Jessie. I
thought it was disgusting and beneath me to carry out oral sex. But on
the contrary, I expected Jessie to provide me with oral sex whenever I
needed it. Well I was the typical Indian man then. But suddenly, an urge
came over me to eat Sanjana's crotch. May be it was the estrogen juice
that was being injected into my body, the baby smooth skin that was
literally on fire, or the pointed nipples that were producing static
electricity, or the intoxicating smell that was coming out of Sanjana's
cunt. I just fell to her knees and took matters in my own mouth. I kissed
her clit, sucked on it. Tasted her vaginal lubricants mixed with cum from
the customers of the evening. I was in a different world. I had never
felt something like that. Both of us climaxed at the exact same time.
Jessie and I never learnt to synchronize our orgasms. But achieving that
without me penetrating was unexplainable. May be I had found my soul
mate.
From then on, Sanjana and I became inseparable. We laughed together,
cried together, ate together and literally peed together (it's a girl
thing!). We were able to bury our sorrows through our companionship.
Under her tutelage, I drastically improved my makeup skills. Her company
made me forget almost all of my male mannerisms and tendencies. I even
started talking in my female voice without thinking twice. Solachi was
still using me once a while, to suck on customers. I was getting the hang
of it. The act wasn't disgusting any more. I might have started enjoying
it a bit.
Three months had gone by and it was that time of the month. Solachi told
me to strip for her to inspect my progress. My butt and thighs had filled
even more. I was getting curvier by the day. My breasts were already an
"A" cup and I was wearing a bra to support it. Solachi was happy with my
progress and said that I was ready for the next stage and walked away.
Later, I found out that the next stage was for me to get breast implants.
The thought made me shiver. I cried the whole night; Sanjana consoled me
and assured me that everything would be ok.
Ten days into the third month, I was taken to a hospital for the surgery.
When I woke up after the surgery, I cried out in pain. It took 15 days
for the incisions to heal. I came back to Sonagachi as proud owner of
"36C" tits. Sanjana wanted to look at them. She held them and thought
that she couldn't make the difference. She jokingly said that she was
jealous that I had bigger melons than her.
I went back to my old routine and was still getting the hormone shots
from the doctor. I was becoming an expert dancer, cock sucker and lesbian
lover. My new breasts added an extra kick to our lovemaking. When we
neared the six month point, Solachi announced that my marriage date was
set for coming week. That news brought a lot of sorrow to both Sanjana
and me. Sanjana was inconsolable. We had become so close over the months
that it was so hard for her to see me go.
On the night before the marriage, I was being prepped for the big event.
Suddenly, there was a huge commotion inside the house. People were
running around. I heard some girls screaming. I realized that a police
raid was unfolding. A police constable walked into our room and arrested
us all. We were taken to the nearby police station. After days of
enquiry, we were finally released and taken to our respective hometowns.
Sanjana and I were taken on a train to Chennai under police security.
When I reached Chennai, We promised to stay in touch. Jessie came to pick
me up at the main Police Station. Sanjana's parents came to pick her up.
Jessie was too shocked to see me that she didn't talk to me at all during
our autorickshaw journey. Since I went missing, she had moved to the
girl's hostel and had got a scholarship to continue her studies. When we
reached her hostel room, see started crying hysterically. I had never
seen Jessie cry like that. Seeing her, I automatically started crying. We
cried for most part of the day. We had a proper conversation only the
next day. I told her the whole story. Hearing it she cried again. She
wanted to see my body. I showed her and she was shocked beyond
comprehension.
After we had settled down, we frankly spoke about our future. I told her
that I wanted to go back living as man and be her husband. So we decide
to go to a doctor to find about undoing the damage that had been to my
body. The doctor checked my hormone levels and implants. He took various
blood samples to conduct tests. He asked us to come back in a couple of
days. In the meantime, I tried wearing my old clothes. But they didn't
fit me. It was hard to get my old pants over my butt and my shirts didn't
fit properly either. But still I was adamant on wearing boy clothes, so I
wore an oversized t-shirt with my lungi and tantex underwear. It looked
comical on me. But I didn't relent.
We met the doctor after two days. He said that 80% of the damage that was
done could be reversed. And he also told that, in six months my breast
tissue would heal up after which he could remove my implants. That was
the good news. But the bad news was I could still look a bit effeminate
and I had to live with my breast implants for the next 6 months.
Since, I wasn't allowed to stay in Jessie hostel. We rented a new
apartment and moved into it. It was weird shopping for boy clothes
wearing a churidar. But I didn't have choice. I got a short boys haircut
and started wearing boy clothes. I hardly ventured out of our apartment,
fearing ridicule. I was bored to hell. But I didn't have a choice as
Jessie wanted to protect her reputation. Our relationship was icy. It was
very hard for Jessie to look past my huge tits. So she refrained from any
form of sexual activity with me.
The thick men's underwear was chaffing my smooth skin, which resulted in
rashes. The pain that the rashes caused was unbearable. I was also
adamant that, I wouldn't wear a bra. That resulted in severe back pain.
Wearing drab male clothes were making me sad too. I missed putting on
makeup on my face and the flowery smells of lotions and perfumes. I hated
my hair every time I saw myself in the mirror. All of that made me cry a
lot. Jealousy, that was building in me seeing Jessie dress in various
sarees and churidars pushed me to the brink. I couldn't take it anymore.
One day, when Jessie was gone to her classes, I put on her makeup, one
of the laciest panties she owned, an exquisite bra, and draped myself in
a gorgeous chiffon saree. The satisfaction I got was out of the world. I
wanted to remove the saree, clean up my makeup and change back into my
male garb before Jessie came back from her classes. But when the time
came I couldn't do it. I would have rather died instead of that. Jessie
was not totally shocked when she saw me in the chiffon saree. She
instantly realized that our days together were over.
Jessie and I divorced soon. Jessie moved on and married another doctor
within a year. I got a lecturer job at the same Stella Maris College and
moved in with Sanjana. Life couldn't be better. Sanjana was my soul mate
and God created a convoluted path for me to reach her. It's unfair that
women get to experience million times more pleasure than men when they
have sex. I pray to god every day that I never want to be a man again.
How many ever rebirths I have. I always want to be a GIRL period. God you
cheated me once, but I am flying to Thailand correct the aberration
(can't wait for Sanjana to eat my cunt out!). But don't make me go
through this operation again. I cannot be anything other than a girl.
-End
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