Rhea My Darling
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I heard Sanjana open the door and walk in. I looked at the clock in my
iMac and it was already 7 PM. I could still hear the scooters and bikes
honking in the rush hour traffic of Bangalore. I closed up my work and
went down stairs to great her. She gave me a fake smile and said Hi. I
knew something was going on in her mind. I kissed her and asked her what
the matter was. She said that she had been assigned to an off-shore two
year long project in the United States. That sounded like good news to
me. But didn't understand why she looked all gloomy. Puzzled, I said
"This is something you longed for and the overseas opportunity would
definitely strengthen your future career prospects. I don't understand
why you haven't started celebrating yet?"
Sanjana replied "Yeah, but that is not the only news. I told mom about
this, she called me back after a while and warned me that her astrologer
said that according to my horoscope I can't travel overseas as a married
woman. If I travelled overseas something bad would happen to you, Rahul!"
Sanjana's mom is this weird little crazy woman. Her astrologer words were
like God's word for her, she never did anything without consulting him.
The alignment of stars was more important to her than common sense. This
psychopath of a woman made me do all sorts of weird things before I could
get her daughters hand for marriage. She made me walk 3000 steps barefoot
to a temple and shave my hair as an offering, then I had to be celibate
for a month and make an arduous journey through a jungle to bath in an
ancient temple pond, and the worst of them all; I had to be a beggar
outside a temple for nine days. Sanjana was so close to her mom that she
never said no to any of her eccentric ideas.
Sanjana added, according to her horoscope the planet alignments were in
such a way that she could travel overseas only after she gave birth to a
baby. The overseas assignment started in another month so a quick baby
was out of question. I asked her if there was another way out. She said
that there were two more options but both of them were not viable. I
pressed her to tell me more about those two options. She went on saying
that according to the astrologer it was ok for her to travel overseas if
she didn't have a husband. Of course, if she didn't have a husband, she
wouldn't have to worry about something bad happening to him. She went on
saying that, for that to happen we either had to get divorced or I had to
become the wife. I went "A what?" She explained that we would have to
remarry, only this time she would tie the mangalsutra around my neck and
I will have to be the wife in our relationship. I would have to be a
woman and wife until the end of our stay in the US.
Laughing, I said, "Your mom's craziness has definitely reached its
epitome." She replied, "The whole thing might look ludicrous, but I
don't want to lose you. What if something really bad happened to you,
Rahul?" She went on saying that although she badly wanted to take up the
assignment, she was leaning towards rejecting it for the sake of me. I
was moved by her love towards me. We hugged and kissed for a while. We
didn't talk about it anymore the whole evening.
The next day was a Saturday and Sanjana didn't have to go to work. IT
companies in India generally gave their employees both the Saturdays and
Sundays off. It was the only positive in working in the IT sector, other
industries rarely did that. Of course the money was good too. While
Sanjana worked in a 9-5 job, I was a freelance graphic designer. I mostly
worked from home at odd hours. I rarely had to meet any clients; most of
my communications were through email.
On that day, we eat lunch and dinner together but we didn't talk much
during our meals. As a matter of fact, we hardly spoke all day. Her
sorrow face made me ponder on the so called unviable options. Getting a
divorce was out of question. My love for her was still strong and I
couldn't imagine life without her. Moreover, it was such a drastic step
to take for mere professional advancement. The other choice was also
drastic in its own sense. But the positive side was that at least I could
still be with her. I deliberated more and convinced myself that it might
not be that bad after all.
On Sunday, at breakfast I told Sanjana that I had been thinking a lot
about the options and wanted to know what was all involved in me becoming
the wife. Sanjana, was surprised to hear me say that. She exclaimed "Are
you serious? Are you willing to consider this?" I said, "I couldn't bear
the pain you were going through. I have never seen you so sad. I thought
hard and came to a conclusion that it might be worth a try. After all,
one half of the human species is female. How bad could it be?" Then I
said that I wanted to get more details regarding this idea.
It looked like her mom had already come up with a plan to implement the
idea. What a lucky son-in-law I was. The plan was for me to undergo a
long ceremony to become a girl. Then, I would have to go and live with
the mom-in-law for 28 days (signifying one menstrual cycle). After which
I would be deemed ready for marriage. Sanjana would marry me in a small
ceremony. She would remove her mangalsutra and tie it around my neck and
apply sindoor on my forehead and take me as her wife. Sanjana, would be
forbidden to see me until the day of the marriage though. Once married,
we would fly to San Francisco, CA and settle down there. During our stay
in CA, I would have to dress as a woman and conduct myself as Sanjana's
wife. Since same-sex marriage is legal in California, nobody would think
twice seeing two women living together. We would have to live in that
arrangement for the duration of her assignment. The good news was I could
still continue with my freelance graphic design work.
It was a lot for me to take. I said I would think it over and give an
answer later in the day. Sanjana reassured me that either "Yes" or "No"
was fine with her. I thought for a long time. I weighed the pros and cons
and finally came to a decision. At dinner, I told Sanjana that I would do
it. She was ecstatic hearing it. We jumped on each other like animals
after that. It was great sex. Sanjana rarely gave me blow jobs. But that
day was different; I received the best of the best.
After a quickie in the morning, Sanjana left for work. As soon as I
started my work, I got a call from the mom-in-law. She said she was happy
to hear that I had agreed to become Sanjana's wife. She also said that
she was looking forward to spend some quality time with me soon. Then she
asked me to meet her at the astrologer's office in an hour. I obliged and
went there. The astrologer looked at various books and papers and
announced that the coming Wednesday was an auspicious day for the
ceremony. I wondered to myself on how fast things were moving.
The night before the ceremony, Sanjana and I had some great sex again. It
was to be my last as her husband for a while. The final hurray was even
better than the previous night. I never knew Sanjana was this skillful in
bed. On the day of the ceremony, I kissed her and took the autorickshaw
to my mom-in-law's house to jump start my journey to womanhood. When I
reached her house, she had already gotten everything ready for the
ceremony. A priest was seated before the homa (a square shaped fire-altar
used in Hindu religious ceremonies) and was reciting Sanskrit verses. I
was also made to recite some verses sitting in front of the homa. After a
while, I was asked to remove all my clothes and wear a white cloth around
my waist. While my male clothes were burnt to ashes, I was made to recite
some more verses. Then, my mom-in-law started applying a lotion all over
my body. It stung a bit. She even made me remove the cloth I was wearing
and started applying the lotion over my pubic area and on my thighs. It
was embarrassing to stand naked in front of my mother-in-law. But she
didn't seem to mind at all seeing me in all my glory. After half hour of
this, she started pouring water over me. All my body hair washed away
with the water. Then she applied vermillion paste over my hair free body
and washed it off again with water. This was very soothing to my skin.
After I toweled myself dry, the priest gave me a saree and asked me to
wear it.
The mother-in-law took me into the bedroom and asked me to lie down. She
applied glue like substance on my chest and stuck two life-like breast
forms to my chest. They were big and heavy and seemed to alter my center
of gravity. Her touch triggered an immediate erection. To my surprise, my
mom-in-law started to give me a hand job. I squirted out a load in her
palm in no time. After cleaning up, she made me wear a flesh like
undergarment and fastened it over my flaccid penis. It seemed to encase
my penis and balls tightly and gave me a flat front like a girl. Then she
helped me slide on a white panty over my new flat front. Then she helped
me put on a 36c bra. With my modesty taken care of, she started working
on my makeup. She applied a coat of foundation; some face powder to set
the foundation; blush to accentuate my cheeks; mascara to lengthen my
eyelashes; plucked my eyebrows into an arch and defined them with an
eyebrow pencil; elongated my eyes with eyeliner and made my lips kissable
with lipstick. After, she was happy with the outcome she made me get into
a pink petticoat. Then she made me put on a matching pink saree blouse.
Then she draped a pink silk saree over me. The saree looked elaborate and
costly. Finally, she attached a wig to my head and pronounced me ready.
It was unbelievable to look at myself in the mirror. I wasn't very tall
for a man, only 5'5" and was also on the scrawny side. I also had soft
features. As a result, not only did I look convincing; I looked
beautiful. The image in the mirror immediately triggered a hard-on. But
my fake vagina kept it in place. I was taken back and was made to sit
before the homa again. When the ceremony ended, the priest said I was a
girl from now on and shall be named Rhea.
My mom-in-law kept me busy the next 28 days. I was asked to take a
temporary break from my graphic design assignments. She started to train
me in different aspects of being a perfect Indian woman and wife. She
thought me on how to walk gracefully, sit like a girl, move my hands in a
feminine manner, and talk like a woman. I was even made to wear high heel
shoes to add the extra sway to my hips. I also practiced to speak in a
higher pitch to sound like a girl. During my stay there, all that I wore
were churidars, sarees, skirts and nighties. I even became an expert in
tying a saree. She made me read women's magazines like Womans Era, Femina
and even a few American women's magazines. I also watched many soap opera
like India TV serials in the afternoons. An Indian bride wouldn't be
complete without learning how to cook a proper Indian meal. So I was
thought the fine art of cooking various Indian dishes. Cooking was
something I never had to worry about as Rahul. But as Rhea I was
literally cooking every meal of the day. My long stay with my mom-in-law
changed my perception of her and to my surprise I actually started to
like her. It's fair to say that we became very close. I didn't think
twice before undressing before her. It was the same for her. We were just
two girls after all.
During my stay at my mom-in-law's house, I had to make a trip to the
American Embassy to get a visa for my travel. Since, I was still Rahul
Rastogi according to my passport. I had to crossdress (yes crossdress!)
as a boy to fool the American officials. Since there were no male clothes
at my mom-in-laws house, we had to go buy some male clothes for me. I
was very nervous about going out. Till then I never had to venture out.
My mom-in-law reassured me that I looked beautiful and nobody would
suspect anything. After quite a bit of convincing I agreed to go with her
to the mall. As per her assurance, nobody seemed to bat an eye lid at me.
We looked like a normal mom and daughter out on a day of shopping. We
bought a shirt and trouser for me at one of the men's stores. I wanted to
leave the mall once we made our purchase. But the mom-in-law had other
ideas. We ended up doing quite a lot of window shopping and even bought a
new Salwar Kammez and some ear rings for me. At the jewelry store, she
kidded about getting my nose pierced. I pretended as if I didn't hear
anything and walked out of the store. On our trip back home, I saw a
hoarding of the Tennis player Sania Mirza and my eyes turned to her nose
ring. I wondered if a nose ring would look good on me.
Since I didn't own any male underwear, I still had to wear panties and a
plain camisole underneath. It looked silly to wear trousers over panties.
Moreover, my flat front made the fly area hang loose. My mom-in-law was
adamant that she wouldn't remove the fake vagina saying that I had to
maintain at least some semblance of being a woman. At least, she was OK
with removing my breast forms. But, I think I missed the jiggle while I
walked. The most difficult part was to make my face look like a man.
After several tries, my mom-in-law was able to make my face presentable.
It was still on the androgynous side but we had a feeling it somewhat
resembled my passport picture. However, the effort we put in bore fruit
and I successfully got the visa stamped on my passport.
On the 23rd day of my womanhood, my mom-in-law asked me to start
inserting a tampon into my fake vagina to simulate a period. It was weird
to have something inserted into me. I had to change tampons every 4 hours
and this went on for 5 days. This ordeal gave me a perspective into what
girls went through monthly. It definitely wasn't fun. May be it was the
minor discomfort girls like us had to go through to get to wear all those
beautiful and nicer clothes. Did I really say that?
The marriage was set two days after my period ended. The mom-in-law was
excited while, I was nervous. A professions beautician came to our house
to help me with my makeup. The beautician did an awesome job and made me
look like a million dollars. Mehandi was applied on my hands and legs.
The designs were very intricate and made my hands look very beautiful. I
was given a red silk saree to wear for the marriage. My mom-in-law made
me wear jewelry ranging from diamond necklaces to ear rings and anklets.
The ringing sound that came from the anklets reminded me that I was a
beautiful bride ready for marriage. My mom-in-low joked again that that
the only ornament missing was a nose ring. I just blushed.
With the mom-in-law on my side, bowing my head down in shyness I entered
the ceremony hall. Sanjana was already seated at the altar and was
reciting the sacred verses that the groom had to say. She was wearing a
dull salwar kameez and didn't have any sindoor on her forehead. It was
evident that, there was no mangalsutra either. When I sat next to her,
she smiled at me and said hi. I smiled back at her shyly. That's when I
noticed that she had cut her hair very short. More like a boy-cut. Both
of us were made to recite some more verses. Then we exchanged garlands.
After which, Sanjana tied the mangalsutra around my neck and applied
sindoor on my forehead. Finally, she took me around the homa seven times
to finalize our bond. I officially become her wife. The whole experience
felt very different from the other side. I might have liked it this time
around more than the last one. There was no denying that the getting
ready part was way more fun than my first marriage.
We had our first night, that evening. I brought milk and entered our
bedroom very shyly. Sanjana asked me to sit beside her. I shyly sat and
gave her the glass of milk. She drank half of it and gave the glass back
to me. As a good wife, I drank the remaining. She said I looked very
beautiful. I said thanks and said "Sanjana! You look different too!" For
that she said "Call me Sanju from now on" I said "Sanju!" and suddenly
she kissed me on my lips. I kissed her back. Then she started to kiss me
all around. She slowly removed my saree and kissed me near my belly
button. That was very erotic. Soon we were both nude. I still had my fake
vagina on. She took the dominant role this time. It was very different
playing the submissive role, but I liked it. I eat her pussy out and
brought her to an orgasm. She in turn fingered my fake vagina to satisfy
me. After a very different kind of sexual experience, both of us fell
asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, we were busy packing for our trip to San Francisco, CA. The
plane was scheduled to leave at mid night. I had to wear my male clothes
again to look like the person in my passport. I didn't pack any male
clothes in my suitcases though. The flight journey was fine, except for
some stares I got due to my androgynous appearance. The two bedroom
apartment that Sanju had rented looked very nice. I liked it a lot. We
boiled some milk and started a new chapter in our life.
The following six months were beautiful. We had settled in well. We got a
car and Sanju started her job. I resumed my freelance work. Since she had
to work long hours, I took care of all the domestic chores in our
household. I cleaned the house and cooked a nice meal for Sanju every
night like a good house wife. We had sex quite often. It was soft and
sensual more like lesbian sex. I wasn't penetrating her anymore, since I
was forbidden from removing my fake vagina. Sanju usually probed my fake
vagina to bring me to an orgasm. One fine day, Sanju surprised me with a
strap-on dildo. She took me in the back and it was like heaven. From then
on the stap-on became a regular in our sexual escapades. I started to
feel empty without something inside my anus. Even if Sanju was not in a
mood, I seduced her into penetrating me.
I expanded my wardrobe manifold during the course of six months. I spent
most of my hard earned money on summer dresses, pencil skirts, bikinis,
stockings, pantyhose, garters, panties and bras. United States was a
heaven for shopping. There were innumerable varieties. I couldn't get
enough of it. I also started to go to the salon regularly to get my hair
and nails done. My hair had grown up to my shoulders, so I was able to
get rid of my wig. In the back of my mind, I actually started to dread
the day I would have to give up all this to go back being a man.
While, I was splurging on making myself beautiful, Sanju had stuck to
wearing pants and plain blouses. She always kept her hair short and
rarely wore makeup. I never knew the reason why Sanju had suddenly
changed her style and wardrobe before our second marriage. May be she
wanted to look like the man in our relationship. In reality, our
relationship had become like that. I was playing the wife's role to
perfection while, Sanju was acting more like the man. The whole
arrangement was fine with me. I wasn't complaining. I never knew being a
girl was this much fun.
Sanju had planned to take me to a nightclub to celebrate her birthday. I
wanted to make the night extra special for Sanju. So I wore a very sexy
and revealing dress for the date. When she came home to pick me up, she
didn't look pleased with my outfit. She didn't say anything, instead kept
quiet. As soon as we entered the club, I got some wolf whistles. It was a
bit demeaning but at the same time complementing. Girls like flattery
don't they. I had the same feeling as a typical girl would. We ordered
some drinks and sat at the bar. Instantly, a couple of guys started to
hit on me. The turn of events didn't please Sanju, she got up and slapped
me on the face and walked out of the bar. I was taken aback by it and all
I could do was cry. I don't know for how long I cried. I never had cried
like that.
While I was crying, I felt somebody put a hand on my shoulder. I don't
know what came over me, I hugged the person. I knew that he was a
complete stranger, but at that instant I just felt like doing it. He was
gracious enough to console me. Once I pulled myself together, he offered
me a glass of water and took me over to a more private table. Luke was a
very charming gentleman. We had a great conversation. He made me forget
all that happened earlier. I feel at ease talking with him. After two
hours, he took me back home. At home there was no Sanju, instead there
was a letter on the dining table.
I opened the letter and read it,
Dear Rhea,
I am deeply sorry for what I did today. I shouldn't have done that. I
couldn't help myself. I am jealous of you, Rhea. I am jealous of your
beauty. I couldn't take it anymore. I can't put on this fake dyke image
even one more day. I want to be desired. I want to be loved like a girl.
I want to be held by a man. I want to be penetrated for God's sakes. I
feel that you have crossed the line. I don't think you can ever be the
old Rahul.
I am leaving. I think that is best for you and me.
Sorry,
Sanjana
This time I didn't cry. Deep down I knew this was coming. I had crossed
the line. I could never be Rahul again. I was destined to be Rhea.
My relationship with Luke blossomed over the next six months. He was
meant to be my soul mate. He made me feel special. Although, he wasn't
gay he was cool with my extra package underneath. I soon started on
hormones. Hormones changed me even more. I got child bearing thighs, a
bubble butt and a nice set of boobs. Luke knows how to manipulate them.
Did I say that Luke is a Sex God. He is unbelievable in bed and has a
thick 8' white cock. I can't wait to have my Sexual Reassignment surgery
done to have him fuck me the traditional way.
Luck popped the question the day I woke up from my SRS surgery. I
immediately said yes. The wedding was scheduled two months after my
surgery. My third and final wedding was going to be a church wedding. So
I wore a beautiful white dress for the occasion. Luke was smart as always
in a tuxedo. Sanjana was beaming in the pink bridesmaid gown. She looked
beautiful. Luke and I exchanged vows and rings. Finally, the priest
pronounced us man and wife. Luke planted a wet kiss on me. In an instant,
he grabbed me of the floor and carried me out of the chapel to the
waiting car.
We rushed to our house and literally tore our clothes off. Of course,
Luke was careful with my wedding gown (wink). We kissed and probed our
tongues. He kissed my ear and slightly bit it. I always loved that part.
Then he slightly licked each of my ear piercings. I had three on each
side. He didn't forget my nose piercing (how could I not get one). He
sucked on my neck and reached my arm pits. It might sound gross to some.
But I absolutely love being sucked on my arm pits. It's out of the world.
Then he attended to my breast and nipples. It was electric. He bit me in
various areas, even on my back and my plump butt. The kisses he planted
on my belly were the best though. He turned his attention to my newly
formed female part. Today was actually the grand opening day of my
vagina. From today on my vagina was open for business. He kissed on my
clit and sucked on it. I shuddered. After quite a bit of sucking he
finally put in his 8" fuck tool into me. I squealed in pain. But I was in
glory!
Xoxo,
Rhea
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