Falling For My Own Shape

I am 22, living in joint family in Pune. My elder brother and Bhabhi live in the next room.

Bhabhi is 27. She is not very tall, but her figure has always been what I stared at when no one was looking — not in a wrong way, but in a longing way. When she wears a tight blouse, the cloth stretches fully over her chest, it rests on weight, it has softness that holds. Her petticoat and tight leggings fall completely smooth in front, no hanging, no break, one clean line from waist to thighs. When she walks in a tight churidar, the top has fullness and bottom is smooth.

I started hating my own mirror after that.

In my mirror, in my vest, my chest was flat. The tight t-shirt hung loose, no stretch, no weight, nothing to hold the cloth. And below, in tight lower, there was always hanging shape, always a bulge breaking the smooth line. I would wear her old tight leggings once when she was at parlor and I would stand sideways — the top flat, the bottom not smooth. I would feel wrong inside my own body. I wanted what she had — not to look like her for others, but to feel like the clothes finally belong to my body. Weight on top, smooth nothing hanging down below.

One afternoon Bhaiya was at office. I thought Bhabhi was at parlor. I took her green tight blouse and her tight black leggings from her cupboard. I wore my boxers under, no forms yet. I stood in her full-length mirror in our hall.

The blouse was loose over my flat chest, it did not stretch. The leggings showed hanging shape clearly, not smooth at all. I kept pulling blouse forward trying to create fullness that wasn't there, and pulling leggings down trying to hide hanging shape. My eyes stuck on the difference — her blouse in morning had stretch over weight, mine had empty folds. Her leggings had smooth flat front, mine had a break.

I didn't hear the main door.

Bhabhi stood at hall door with keys.

She saw me — her blouse loose on flat chest, her tight leggings showing hanging shape, long hair open, trying to look like her.

I froze, shame hot on face, hands still holding blouse pleats.

She didn't shout. She closed door slowly, came close, and looked at me in mirror, not at my face, at my silhouette.

She said, "You keep taking my tight clothes, but they will never fit you like that. You don't have what I have. You have flat chest and hanging bottom. I have weight on top and smooth down."

My eyes filled. I nodded.

She touched the empty blouse over my flat chest lightly, not sexual, just showing, "See, no stretch here. And here," she pointed at leggings front, "your tight clothes will always show hanging, never smooth like mine."

She said, "If you hate your shape so much, why don't you get your own shape?"

I looked up.

She said, "I work in parlor. Many didis use silicone breasts for blouse fitting and full silicone panty for smooth front under tight saree. I can get you your own — one with weight on chest, one that makes bottom fully smooth, nothing hanging. Then your tight clothes will finally feel like mine feel to me — stretch on top, smooth at bottom."

She went to cupboard, took out her blouse, and said, "Take this off now. I will help you. But Bhaiya should not know till you are comfortable. This is about your body, not about us."

She held the mirror steady for me while I stood still — flat chest, hanging bottom — for the last time before getting my own shape.

For the first time, someone didn't see a boy in women's clothes. She saw someone who wanted a different silhouette under the clothes.

Next day Bhabhi came from parlor at 2 pm. Bhaiya was on night shift. She locked the main door and kept two big bags on bed.

She looked at me — I was in my loose t-shirt, flat chest showing, loose lower showing hanging shape again — and said with full masti,

"Kya devar ji, kal meri green blouse ko pareshan kar rahe the? Itni badi blouse, par andar kuch hai hi nahi, bechari latak gayi. Aur meri leggings? Usme toh tumhara... woh sab dikh raha tha. Tumse tight kapde ka fall hi nahi sambhalta."

I turned red. She laughed, not to shame, but that bhabhi wala taunt.

She opened first bag.

"Chal, aaj se dusro ka nahi, tera apna. Pehle upar ka dukh khatam karte hain."

It was a pair of medium silicone breasts — skin colour, soft, heavy. Not hard like a pillow, proper weight.

She said, "Pehno. Bra ke andar."

I took my t-shirt off. Flat chest in mirror. She made me wear a tight nude bra and then placed one by one. The moment they settled...

The weight pulled. My shoulders felt a soft drag. The bra straps tightened. My flat chest was gone. Instead, there was fullness, soft round weight resting on my ribs. When I wore her tight maroon blouse over it, the blouse finally stretched. The fabric that was loose yesterday now had that same stretch I saw on her — tight over curves, resting on softness.

She tugged blouse from side,

"Dekh, ab stretch aa raha hai? Kal toh flat dabba lag raha tha. Ab dekho, blouse ko bhar diya. Yeh hota hai weight ka sukoon."

I put my arms across my chest and felt softness pressing back, not bone. For first time, tight top felt like it belonged to me.

Then second bag.

"Ab neeche ka rona khatam. Iske bina koi bhi tight salwar, leggings, petticoat smooth nahi lagega."

It was a full silicone bottom panty — high waist, thick hips, fully smooth front. She held it up. Front was completely flat, closed, with soft outer folds made like a real feminine front — two soft outer lips meeting in middle, hiding everything underneath, with a small soft tube inside that goes to your own place so you can pee sitting like a girl without removing it.

She said in low voice, playful but not ganda,

"Isme sab chhup jayega. Tumhara latakna-wala shape pura gayab. Dekh, yahan se pura band, bilkul ladkiyon jaisa smooth. Aur andar yeh chhoti si nalki hai, susu ke liye. Toh tight kapde me line nahi ayegi."

I wore it. I had to step in slowly, it was heavy on hips, soft silicone hugging thighs. When it came up, everything hanging that I hated was pressed inside and covered. Front became completely smooth. No break, no bulge. Just flat, closed, soft feminine line with those soft outer folds. The tight inner layer inside held me smooth.

I wore her tight black leggings over it.

I gasped.

For first time, leggings did not show hanging shape. The front was uninterrupted, smooth, just like Bhabhi's leggings in morning. I walked — nothing shifted. I sat on floor — nothing needed adjusting. Tight fabric glided over smooth.

Bhabhi whistled,

"Hayye, ab toh meri se bhi zyada smooth lag rahi hai teri. Dekh side se."

Mirror.

Side profile — top had full weight, blouse stretching, soft curve. Bottom had completely smooth line, leggings falling straight.

She brought wig — long, wavy, till waist.

"Ab pura look, varna adha adhura lagega."

I wore wig, set bindi small.

Then she gave me her dark green anarkali — tight choli on top, flared down.

I wore it over both.

Choli stretched over silicone chest weight — that stretch on top I always wanted. It rested, it felt heavy, comforting. And below choli, anarkali's tight lining over silicone smooth bottom — flat, closed, no hanging line breaking the anarkali fall.

I stood in her full-length mirror.

Long hair, full chest with weight, completely smooth front down there with soft closed feminine shape, tight anarkali hugging both.

Bhabhi stood behind me, holding mirror at angle.

"Bolo devar ji, kal ka flat aur latakta hua ladka zyada accha tha, ya aaj wali tu?"

I couldn't answer. My eyes were stuck on silhouette.

Bhabhi said, "Ek din pehen ke utar doge to kya samjhega? Body ko feel karna hai to usme jeena padta hai."

Bhaiya was on 3 day tour. So she said, next 3 days you will not be devar. You will live in house as my chhoti behen. Full time. With your own shape.

I was still in that green anarkali, long wig till waist, silicone chest heavy on my chest, silicone smooth bottom making front completely flat and closed.

She said, "Chal, pehle chai bana. Dekh kaise lagta hai is body me kaam karna."

I went to kitchen. Anarkali choli was tight. Every time I leaned to lift kettle, I felt weight on top pulling slightly, soft fullness pressing against blouse. The stretch that I always saw on Bhabhi, now I was feeling on myself. Not loose, but filled.

Bhabhi leaned on fridge and teased,

"Arre waah, jhuk ke kaam karne me ab maza aa raha hai na? Pehle toh flat se bartan bhi nahi sambhalte the."

And bottom, when I bent to pick floor cloth, earlier I used to feel hanging shape shifting and I had to adjust. Now nothing. The silicone bottom panty held everything inside, front stayed smooth, closed, those soft outer folds staying flat under tight lining. Tight anarkali lower did not break anywhere.

She made me sit on floor to cut vegetables, like she does.

"Pair fold kar ke baith. Dekh ab kaisa lagta hai."

I folded legs. Earlier with hanging shape, tight leggings used to feel awkward, pressure. Now with smooth front, I could sit cross leg, knees together, completely comfortable. The soft closed front just stayed smooth, no need to adjust.

At 4 pm she said, "Susu aaya?"

I nodded, shy.

She said, "To ja. Isi me ja. Wahi to iska jadoo hai."

I went to bathroom. For first time I did not have to remove tight leggings fully or tuck something back. I just sat, the small soft tube inside the silicone bottom that goes to my own place let me pee sitting, and front stayed closed and smooth only with those soft outer lips. No hanging came out, no line. I came out and said softly, "Ho gaya."

Bhabhi laughed,

" Dekha? Ladkiyon jaisa smooth rehta hai, kaam bhi ladkiyon jaisa hota hai. Ab samjha tight kapdo ka sukoon?"

Evening we both stood in front of big mirror doing kajal. She in her pink suit, me in anarkali. Side by side.

She said, "Pehle teri chhati dekh, flat tha, ab dekho choli ka stretch. Pehle tera neeche dekh, latakta tha, ab dekho front kitna flat, ek hi line."

I kept touching choli lightly, feeling weight, and then running hand over lower front of anarkali, feeling only smoothness, soft closed folds, no break.

Night, she gave me tight nighty to sleep. I said, "Nikal du?"

She said, "Pagal hai? Neend me bhi to body chahiye. Pehen ke so. Dekh raat ko weight kaise comfort deta hai."

I slept with silicone chest and smooth bottom on, wig off, long hair of wig on table. In nighty, chest weight rested softly on me when I turned, and bottom stayed smooth under nighty, no hanging disturbing sleep.

Morning, she woke me,

"Uth ja, meri sundari behen. Aaj din bhar isi me rahegi. Bartan, jhadu, sab."

I did. Whole day I lived with that weight on top and smoothness down below. Tight clothes finally felt like they were made for my body. Mirrors in hall, kitchen, bedroom, I kept checking not looks, but silhouette. Top full, bottom flat and closed.

At night, after dinner, Bhabhi said,

"Kal last day hai Bhaiya aane se pehle. Ghar me to jee liya. Bahar kab jayegi is body me?"

I looked at her.

She said, "Soch. Kal ka plan bana. Kahan jayegi apni iss nayi shape me? Mandir? Market?"

Morning. I was still in nighty. Silicone chest was still on, that soft heavy weight giving stretch on tight inner. Smooth bottom was still on, front fully flat and closed with soft outer folds, no hanging shape, that small inner tube for peeing resting in place. I was in front of mirror trying to take off the long wig because scalp felt hot and loose.

Bhabhi came in with tea. She saw and kept cup down.

"Arre yeh kya kar rahi hai?"

I said, "Bhabhi garmi lag rahi hai, thoda nikal du?"

She took wig from my hand.

"Agar nikal degi toh apna kaise lagega? Kal tak bol rahi thi apni body chahiye, ab utar rahi hai?"

I said, "Loose ho raha hai, bahar gir jayega toh?"

She made me sit on stool.

"Loose isliye lagta hai kyunki tu isko mehmaan samajhti hai. Mehmaan samjhegi toh mehmaan jaisa hi hilega."

She put thin wig cap. Tucked my short hair inside. Then she took skin safe wig glue and strong hold fashion tape. She secured sides, back, near ears. A light tight pull came on scalp, not pain, just firm hold. Wig stopped moving.

She said, "Ab dekh, hil raha hai kya? Thoda kheenchav lagega, par yahi toh apnapan hai. Ab yeh tere apne baal hain."

Then she saw my bra. Silicone breasts had shifted a little in sleep.

"Yeh bhi same kahani. Loose chhod degi toh blouse ka stretch bigad jayega, logon ko lagega nakli hai. Bahar ja rahe hain aaj."

She opened bra, set both heavy silicone breasts properly. Pressed body safe tape under bra edges, on chest. Now weight felt fixed, not moving. Tight choli that I will wear later will have constant stretch over fullness. When I breathed, soft weight pressed gently.

She said, "Ab bol, flat lag raha hai kya? Ab toh choli bhar ke rahegi."

Then smooth bottom. She checked high waist silicone panty.

"Iska toh sabse zyada dhyan rakhna hai. Iske bina teri koi tight salwar smooth nahi lagegi."

She secured waist and thighs with skin safe tape. Front was already fully flat, closed, soft outer folds meeting in middle, hiding everything. No bulge, no break, one smooth line. The small soft tube inside that lets me pee without removing stayed in place.

She said, "Ab chahe theatre me baithe, chahe chale, front ek hi rahega. Smooth. Isiliye chipka rahi hu, taaki bahar risk na ho."

After that we had full afternoon free, no one at home, so Bhabhi said,

"Aaj tujhe poora ladki bana dete hain, sirf kapde se nahi, body se."

First waxing. She heated wax in her parlor heater.

She said, "Ladkiyon ki tight dress tabhi smooth lagti hai jab body smooth ho."

She waxed my arms, full legs, chest where flat area was hairy, back. I felt slight burn but skin became clean and smooth. Then face, upper lip and chin where light hair was.

She said, "Dekh, ab hath laga, kitna smooth hai."

I touched, no hair, fully smooth like her.

Then face pack. She mixed multani and rose water, applied on my face, neck.

She said, "Thodi der baith, glow ayega, phir pink anarkali me face aur khilega."

Fifteen minutes we sat with pack, talking.

Then piercing. She had small piercing kit from parlor.

She said, "Kaan me chhed nahi toh jhumka kaise pehnegi?"

She cleaned my ear lobes, marked with pen, and with quick parlor gun she pierced both ears. Light sting, then small gold tops in.

She said, "Ab toh ladkiyon wali chubhan bhi feel kar li."

Then nail polish. She made me sit, took my hands, filed nails.

She applied light pink polish on hands and feet.

She said, "Haath dekh apne, ab yeh devar wale haath nahi lag rahe."

I looked, smooth waxed arms, pink nails, small earrings shining, face glowing after pack.

Mirror me I saw, even before anarkali, body already feeling different. Chest weight, smooth closed front, now smooth waxed skin, pink nails.

We decided pink anarkali. That one gave best stretch on top and best smooth line down below.

I wore it slowly. Tight choli hugged fixed silicone chest. Fabric stretched over weight. That stretch I always saw on Bhabhi, now I felt on myself. Soft fullness resting, pressing when I folded arms. Below, tight inner lining hugged smooth bottom, front stayed flat and closed, no hanging line breaking anarkali fall.

Hair guide again because wax and pack had loosened wig a little. She re-secured sides.

"Maang beech se nikal."

I parted.

"Aage ke baal kaan ke peeche daal, jhumka dikhega."

I tucked, small gold jhumka now visible with new piercing.

"Piche se thoda clutch laga dete hain."

She brushed long wavy wig till waist, slow.

She said, "Ab dekh, ab toh poori ladki lag rahi hai. Upar weight, neeche smooth, skin smooth, nails pink."

Full length mirror. Long hair, glowing face, small jhumka, full chest with weight giving stretch, lower fully smooth and closed under pink anarkali, pink nails holding dupatta.

We took auto. I sat with knees joined. Earlier with hanging shape I could never sit like that in tight, now smooth front made it natural. No adjusting. Auto jerk, chest weight gave soft bounce, bottom stayed flat.

Theatre, corner seats, low light as planned.

Bhabhi whispered, "Kaisa lag raha hai?"

I said, "Tight lag raha hai par apna lag raha hai."

She said, "Wahi toh chahiye tha na. Aur aaj toh skin bhi smooth hai, toh anarkali aur chipak rahi hai."

Whole movie I felt body more than movie. Sitting, choli stretch constant, pink nails resting on lap. Crossing legs, pink anarkali lining gliding over smooth flat front. Leaning for cold drink, weight pulling slightly forward.

Interval. Washroom. Low light mirror.

She fixed dupatta.

"Dupatta thoda upar kheench, choli ka stretch dikh raha hai, achha lag raha hai."

She fixed hair.

"Baal theek hain, jhumka dikh raha hai? Haan, ab toh kaan bhi apne ho gaye."

Late dinner. Small dhaba, dim yellow light. I sat opposite her, managing dupatta with pink nails, legs folded, earrings shining, chest weight resting, bottom flat on chair but secure.

She said, "Dekh, bahar bhi andar jaisa hi comfortable hai na? Ab toh poori tarah ladki lag rahi hai."

Auto back home. Night 11 pm. Door locked. Hall dark.

I stood again in hall mirror, still in pink anarkali, wig still secure with light pull, chest still giving stretch, bottom still flat and closed, pink nails, new jhumka.

Bhabhi said, "Kaisa laga apni body ko bahar le ja ke?"

I said, "Bhabhi, andar jitna apna lag raha tha, bahar bhi utna hi apna laga. Jaise yahi meri normal body ho."

She smiled.

"To bas, ab samajh gayi na, yeh shape utarne ke liye nahi hai. Kal se roz pehenna hai. Ab toh wax bhi ho gaya, glow bhi, piercing bhi."

We switched off light, mirror still showing pink anarkali silhouette in dark, long hair and soft full chest and smooth lower line.

Late dinner. Small dhaba, dim yellow light. I sat opposite her, managing dupatta with pink nails, legs folded, earrings shining, chest weight resting, bottom flat on chair but secure.

Bhabhi said, "Ab dekh, yahan sab ladkiyan kaise baithti hain."

I looked around. Two girls on next table in tight kurtis, legs joined, dupatta folded on lap, laughing with hands near mouth.

Bhabhi whispered, "Tu bhi waise baith, pair jod ke, haath god me. Ladkon ki tarah pair khol ke nahi."

I joined knees more. Smooth bottom made that easy, no hanging to adjust. Tight anarkali lining stayed flat. I put pink nails on lap, dupatta set.

She said, "Aur chai ya pani peena ho toh aise, chhoti sip, seedha back."

I tried, sipping water slowly, chest weight moving slightly when I leaned.

Then she nudged.

"Woh dekh, piche wala ladka dekh raha hai."

I turned, a boy in blue shirt was glancing.

I got shy, hair fell forward.

Bhabhi laughed.

"Ab toh dekhega hi, pink anarkali, lambe baal, jhumka. Tu bhi toh ladki lag rahi hai."

I whispered, "Bhabhi kya bol rahi ho."

She said, "Arre sach me, dekh kaise dekha. Tu sharma rahi hai na, wahi toh ladkiyon wala style hai."

I learned watching the next table girls. How they laughed, not loud, hand near mouth. How they adjusted choli from side, not pulling front. How they touched hair again and again.

Bhabhi said, "Baal khol ke garmi lag rahi hogi, updo kar le, yahan dim light me updo zyada accha lagega."

She stood behind, took my long wig hair, gathered till waist, twisted into a loose high bun, few strands left near ears. My new jhumka with new piercing now fully visible, neck clean after wax, face glow after pack.

She said, "Ab dekh, updo me gardan lambi lag rahi hai, aur choli ka stretch aur dikh raha hai."

I touched bun, tight pull on scalp, chest weight now more noticeable because neck was open. Smooth bottom still flat under chair, pink nails holding bun.

Food came. We ate like girls, small bites, dupatta managed. I kept adjusting anarkali lining over smooth front, not because it shifted, it was secure with tape, but because I liked feeling flatness again and again.

Bhabhi said, "Dheere kha, jaldi kya hai, ladkiyan aise hi khati hain."

We talked like girls that whole time, commenting on boys, on dresses.

"Yeh wala kurta accha hai us ladki ka, par choli loose hai," Bhabhi said.

I said, "Meri wali tight hai, stretch aa raha hai, isliye achhi lag rahi hai."

She smiled, "Haan, kyunki tere paas weight hai ab."

We paid, walked out, auto back.

Home, door locked, hall dark.

Bhabhi said, "Chal, ab yeh pink anarkali utar, raat ke liye halka pehen."

I removed anarkali slowly. Silicone chest still fixed, giving stretch, smooth bottom still fixed, flat and closed. Waxed skin shining under tubelight, pink nails.

She gave me short nighty, light pink, just above knees, thin straps.

She said, "Yeh pehen, isme toh aur pata chalega upar neeche ka."

I wore it. Tight chest area stretched over silicone weight, soft fullness visible. Below, short hem, smooth bottom made front fully flat under nighty, no break, legs looking smooth after wax, pink toe nails.

Then hair. She removed bun, brushed long wig again, then tied tight high pony.

She said, "Raat ko pony tight rakh, subah tak set rahega, aur garmi bhi nahi lagegi."

Pony pulled scalp, tight, long hair now swinging.

We slept side by side on one bed, both in nighties, both with chest weight and smooth bottoms on, her natural, mine silicone but fixed like mine. My pony tight, chest weight resting when I turned, bottom flat under short nighty, pink nails on pillow.

Bhabhi said last, "Dekha, din bhar ladki banke ghoomi, raat bhi ladki banke so rahi hai."

I slept feeling stretch on top and smoothness down below, even in sleep.

Next morning Bhaiya's tour was ending, he was coming back evening. We did not want to stop this.

Bhabhi said, "Ghar me ab roz yeh sab nahi chalega, woh dekh lega. Par bagal wala flat toh khali hai na, ladki wala."

Next door, a girl lived alone, she had gone to her village for a month, flat vacant. Bhabhi had keys for plants.

She said, "Tu wahan shift ho ja, din me main wahan aa jaungi jab woh office jayega, raat ko tu apne ghar wapas."

Afternoon we shifted only one bag. Pink anarkali, nighty, nail polish, jhumka, that girl's extra dresses were already there. No need for second bag because silicone chest and smooth bottom panty were already fixed with long hold skin safe permanent glue and tape, and wig was also fixed with strong wig glue that needs special remover to take off. So chest weight giving stretch and smooth flat closed front with soft outer folds and small inner tube inside were now locked to body for days, cannot be removed daily.

I set my new place. Wig on stand was not needed now because it was fixed on head, pink anarkali hanged. That flat had big mirror and one big almirah full of that girl's dresses. Bhabhi opened and said,

"Dekh, iske kapde try kar sakti hai, usko pata bhi nahi chalega."

That flat gave me freedom I never had. Alone house, no one to hide from, I could walk in tight clothes, sit cross leg, stand in front of mirror as long as I wanted, with weight on top and smooth flat front down below permanently fixed now, feeling like my own body.

Evening before Bhaiya came back, I had to go home but chest and smooth bottom were still fixed inside, cannot remove. I wore loose boy t-shirt over tight bra holding fixed silicone chest, and loose pajama over fixed smooth bottom. From outside flat looked boy, inside weight and flatness still there, stretch still there under loose shirt.

Next two days we managed well. Morning Bhaiya office जाता, I would go next door flat straight, already in fixed chest and fixed smooth bottom, only change anarkali, add pink nails, new ear piercing with small tops, long hair fixed in pony or loose waves.

We tried new dresses. That girl had tight kurtis, leggings, short tops, one red anarkali, one black tight dress.

I tried red anarkali.

Bhabhi said, "Isme tera upar ka stretch aur dikh raha hai."

I tried black tight leggings and short kurti.

She said, "Neeche dekh, kitna smooth lag raha hai, ek line, kahi se break nahi."

Freedom living alone meant I could cook in tight kurti, dance in front of mirror, sleep in short nighty without worry, because body parts were permanently fixed, no daily fixing needed.

Those two days Bhabhi told me more on breasts and smooth front, to make me fall in love with them.

One afternoon she closed the curtain of that next door flat, we both were in tight kurtis, mirror full size in front.

She said, "Aaj tujhe samjhati hu weight ka maza kya hota hai."

She made me stand straight in pink tight kurti. Fixed silicone chest was locked with long hold skin safe glue, so weight was not moving like pillow, it was resting like own.

She said, "Dekh, flat hone me kuch feel nahi hota, hawa lagti hai. Ab jab yeh weight hai toh har kadam pe pata chalta hai tu hai. Chal ke dekh."

I walked slow in that small hall. With each step soft weight gave a light bounce, choli stretch up down.

She said, "Ab let ke dekh."

I lay on bed in same kurti. Weight shifted to sides, soft fullness resting on chest, not falling flat like before. I felt present even lying.

She said, "Yahi toh ladki hone ka pehla sukoon hai, let ke bhi khali nahi lagta."

Then smooth body. She touched my waxed arm.

She said, "Pehle rough tha na, ab dekh wax ke baad. Tight kapda isi smooth skin pe chipakta hai."

She made me wear that black tight leggings of that girl, and short tight top.

She said, "Ab baith pair jod ke, jaise ladkiyan baithti hain."

I sat on floor, knees joined. Fixed smooth bottom made front fully flat and closed, no need to adjust, no bulge breaking legging line. One smooth line from waist to thighs, soft outer folds closed.

She said, "Yeh dekha, is smoothness ki wajah se tu koi bhi tight pehen sakti hai, leggings, skirt, nighty. Neeche se kuch hilta nahi, kuch latakta nahi, isliye kapda chipak ke rehta hai aur body ka shape dikhta hai."

She made me sit cross leg, then side, then stand.

She said, "Ab khadi ho ke hath neeche pher."

I ran pink nails from waist over tight leggings over fixed smooth front. Flat, soft, one line.

She said, "Is flatness me hi confidence hai. Bahar jayegi toh dupatta sambhalne ka dar nahi, kahi se line tootegi nahi. Aur andar woh chhoti nalki hai, toh washroom ka tension bhi nahi, din bhar apni hi body lagti hai."

Then she made me hug pillow in front of mirror, tight kurti me chest weight pressing pillow, smooth bottom pressing bed.

She said, "Dekh, gale lagne pe bhi pehle kya tha, kuch nahi, ab softness hai, apna pan hai. Isiliye toh log gale lagna chahte hain."

That whole afternoon she did not talk about look, she talked about feel. How weight gives presence when walking, sitting, lying, hugging. How smooth waxed skin makes tight clothes feel like second skin. How fixed flat closed front gives freedom to sit, walk, dance without thinking.

I started loving that feeling, not because it looked like girl, but because it felt complete. Empty stretch and hanging feeling was gone. In its place was soft weight on top that stayed, and smooth flat closed line below that stayed.

She said last line before tea,

"Ek baar is weight aur is smoothness ki aadat lag gayi na, toh flat aur latakta hua wapas achha hi nahi lagega. Tab samajh ayega yahi apna tha."

And in that mirror, in black leggings and tight top, waxed smooth arms, pink nails, long hair in tight pony, fixed chest giving stretch, fixed smooth bottom giving flat line, I felt for first time I did not want to take anything off, I wanted to keep this feeling always.

Next morning when I was in my tee and tight shorts, hair tied in pony I opened door and bhaiya saw me, I suddenly closed the door. And saw from peep hole he stopped for a while and confused went his house.After Bhaiya saw me in the balcony with the milk bag, I became more cautious. Next morning I did not go to the balcony. I took milk from inside, door half closed, in loose gown over my fixed body.

I said, "Bhabhi, ab bahar nahi jaungi, Bhaiya ne dekh liya."

Next day afternoon, Bhaiya went to office, Bhabhi came to that next door flat. I was already there, alone since morning, in pink tee and black shorts, long hair open till waist, fixed chest weight giving stretch inside tee, fixed smooth flat front under shorts, waxed smooth legs shining, pink nails on toes, new jhumka with new piercing.

Bhabhi sat on bed, looked at me.

She said, "Aaj tujhe ek aur cheez samjhati hu, jo ladkiyan hi samajhti hain."

I said, "Kya Bhabhi?"

She said, "Yeh naya body sirf mirror ke liye lovely nahi hai, logon ke paas rehne pe aur lovely lagta hai."

She made me stand in front of full mirror in that tee and shorts.

She said, "Pehle dekh weight."

I saw tee stretch over fixed silicone chest. Soft heavy weight resting, not flat like before. When I breathed, stretch moved.

She said, "Ab jab koi gale lagta hai na, toh yeh weight samne wale ko soft lagta hai. Pehle hug me haddi lagti thi, ab softness lagti hai."

She gave me a sister hug to show. My fixed chest pressed softly, her chest pressed back. I felt for first time hug me kuch bhara hua lag raha tha.

She said, "Aur smooth body."

She touched my waxed arm with her palm, slowly.

She said, "Dekh kitna smooth hai, wax ke baad. Jab koi arm touch karta hai, toh glide hota hai, chipakta nahi."

I felt her palm gliding on my smooth arm, no hair, only soft skin under tee sleeves.

She said, "Shorts me toh aur pata chalta hai."

I sat on bed, knees joined, fixed smooth bottom making front fully flat and closed under shorts, no bulge, one line. Waxed thighs smooth.

She said, "Is smoothness ki wajah se tu tight pehen sakti hai, aur baith sakti hai bina soche. Yeh flat closed front, soft outer folds wala, isi liye toh tu pair jod ke baith pati hai. Ladkon ko yeh freedom nahi hoti."

Then she took my open hair in her hands.

She said, "Baal ka feel bhi alag hai."

She played with my long fixed hair, tucked behind ear, showing jhumka.

She said, "Jab koi baal theek karta hai, ponytail kholta hai, ya open hair ko piche karta hai, toh gardan pe hawa lagti hai. Tujhe pehle kabhi yeh feel hua tha chhote baalon me?"

I said, "Nahi Bhabhi, kabhi nahi."

I was feeling her fingers in my long hair, tight scalp pull from fixed wig, neck exposed after wax and face pack glow.

She said, "Aur jab koi paas khada hota hai na, toh yeh soft body alag lagti hai. Weak nahi, soft. Soft ka matlab hai jo touch me achha lage, jo paas aane pe comfortable lage. Tera pehle wala hard body tha, ab yeh soft hai, isliye gale lagne ka mann karta hai."

She made me stand again, held my shoulders lightly.

She said, "Dekh, ab tu khud se pyaar karegi toh dusron ka pyaar bhi achha lagega. Lotion laga, oil laga, pony tight kar, tee ka stretch dekh. Ek baar is weight aur is smoothness ki aadat lag gayi, toh flat aur latakta hua wapas achha hi nahi lagega."

Whole afternoon she made me walk, sit, lie, hug pillow, touch my own smooth arms, feel fixed weight shifting when lying, feel fixed flat front when sitting in shorts.

I said, "Bhabhi, sach me ab samajh aa raha hai, pehle mirror me ladki lagna achha lagta tha, ab is body me rehna achha lag raha hai. Uthne baithne me, chalne me, baal hilaane me, sab me kuch feel ho raha hai jo pehle nahi tha."

I said, "Ab mann karta hai koi mujhe isi roop me dekhe, isi soft body me, isi weight aur smoothness ke saath, aur gale lage toh yahi feel kare jo main kar rahi hu."

That night I slept in that flat alone, in short nighty, tight high pony pulling scalp, fixed chest weight resting on chest, fixed smooth flat front under nighty, waxed smooth legs, pink nails, and I felt for first time I did not want to remove anything. I wanted to live in this fixed body, with this weight and this smoothness, always.

One evening in that next door flat, I was in short nighty, tight high pony, fixed chest weight resting, fixed smooth flat front under nighty, waxed legs, pink nails, sitting in front of mirror.

Bhabhi came and sat behind me.

She said, "Ek idea hai."

I said, "Kya Bhabhi?"

She said, "Tu roz yahan akeli rehti hai, apni new body me, mirror me dekhti hai. Kabhi socha hai kisi ke saath bahar ja ke kaisa lagega, jab tu ladki banke kisi ladke ke saath jaaye?"

I said, "Bhabhi kya bol rahi ho, kaun jayega mere saath?"

She said, "Bhaiya ka ek dost hai, Rohit. Achha ladka hai, decent hai, teri age ka hi hai. Usko maine bola meri cousin aayi hai gaon se, yahan flat me reh rahi hai. Usse mil le, ek coffee date. Blind date samajh."

I got nervous, dupatta adjusted even though I was in nighty.

I said, "Bhabhi, woh kya sochega? Main toh..."

She said, "Isiliye toh bol rahi hu, pehle mil toh le, baat toh kar. Main chahti hu tu feel kare kisi ke saath ladki banke jana kaisa hota hai. Aur mera long term plan sun, agar tum dono ki banti hai toh phir hum couple date pe ja sakte hain, main aur Bhaiya, tu aur Rohit. Kitna maza ayega, do behno jaisa."

I said, "Par Bhabhi, usko sach pata hona chahiye na?"

She said, "Haan, isiliye maine usko pehle hi bola hai tu thodi alag hai, apni identity explore kar rahi hai, fixed body me rehti hai. Usne bola usko koi problem nahi, milne me kya jaata hai. Toh koi jhooth nahi hai."

I felt a little calm.

Next day was date day. Morning se Bhabhi came to ready me.

She said, "Aaj tujhe poora tayar karna hai."

First bath, lotion on full waxed smooth body, arms, legs, neck. Fixed chest and fixed smooth flat front were already locked with long hold skin safe glue, so weight and flatness were secure, no shifting.

She gave me that girl's pink tight dress, short, above knee, which gave best stretch on top and best smooth line down below.

I wore it slowly. Tight top hugged fixed silicone chest, fabric stretching over weight, soft fullness pressing. Below, tight dress hugged fixed smooth bottom, front fully flat and closed, one smooth line, no bulge breaking dress fall. Waxed thighs showing under short hem, pink toe nails.

Then hair. She opened my long fixed wig, brushed till waist, then made soft curls, then left open with middle parting, new jhumka shining with new piercing.

She said, "Aaj open rakhenge, ladkon ko open zyada pasand aata hai."

Then light makeup, kajal, bindi, pink lipstick matching nails.

She fixed my high heels.

She said, "Ab dekh mirror me."

Full mirror, short pink tight dress stretching over fixed weight and fixed flat line, long open hair, glowing face after packs, smooth waxed legs, pink nails.

I said, "Bhabhi, main sach me ladki lag rahi hu kya, koi ladka mere saath date pe jayega aise?"

She smiled and said, "Tu ladki hi toh hai aaj, dekh toh, upar weight, neeche smooth, baal lambe, dress tight. Rohit bhi dekhega toh bolega meri cousin toh bahut sundar hai."

She held my hands, pink nails in her hands.

She said, "Dekh, dar mat, sirf coffee pe ja rahi hai, baat karni hai, apni new body me kaisa feel hota hai kisi ke saath, woh feel karna hai. Couple date ka toh baad me sochenge."

I stood at door of that next door flat, in pink tight dress, open hair, fixed chest weight giving stretch, fixed smooth bottom giving flat line under short dress, heels, clutch in pink nailed hands, waiting for auto, for my first date as a girl.

Auto me I was sitting, short pink tight dress, fixed chest weight giving stretch in tight top, fixed smooth flat front under short dress, one smooth line, no bulge, waxed legs joined, open long hair, pink nails holding clutch.

I said in mind, "Pehli baar kisi ladke se ladki banke milne ja rahi hu."

Cafe, corner table. Rohit already there. Decent shirt, smile.

He said, "Hi, tum Bhabhi ki cousin?"

I said, "Haan, hi."

I sat opposite, knees joined, dress managed with pink nails. Fixed weight was resting, tight dress stretch visible. I was nervous, dupatta nahi tha toh baar baar dress ka hem theek kar rahi thi, but fixed smooth front made sitting easy.

He said, "Bhabhi ne bola tum yahan kuch din ke liye aayi ho."

I said, "Haan, yahan flat me reh rahi hu, akeli."

We ordered coffee. Baat normal, college, gaon, city. He was not staring weird, normal baat.

In between I felt my long open hair falling forward, I tucked behind ear, new jhumka with new piercing showing.

He said, "Tumhare baal bahut lambe hain."

I said, "Haan, mujhe lambe hi pasand hain."

Coffee khatam, walk for little.

Outside cafe, light crowd. He walked close.

He said, "Chale thoda walk karte hain?"

We walked. He lightly touched my shoulder to guide from bike.

I felt his hand on my shoulder, over smooth waxed skin near tee strap, soft.

Then he said, "Yahan photo achhi ayegi."

We stood for selfie, he put hand lightly on my waist over tight pink dress, over fixed smooth flat side, not pressing hard, just holding.

I felt his hold on waist, my fixed chest weight giving stretch in front, my fixed smooth bottom giving flat line under dress, and his hand on waist made me feel for first time I am being held like a girl.

Then cafe ke bahar hug. Goodbye hug.

He hugged lightly, soft. My fixed chest weight pressed softly against him, his chest against my soft fullness. Short hug, decent.

He said, "Phir milte hain?"

I said, "Haan."

Then cheek kiss. He leaned and gave light kiss on my cheek, near ear, where my new jhumka was.

I felt his lips on cheek, warm, my face glowed after pack, I blushed.

Then he said, "Good night wali ek?"

I nodded slowly. He gave light lip kiss, quick, soft, good night wala, not long, just lips touch.

I felt his lips on mine, pink lipstick light, my long open hair between us, fixed chest weight giving little bounce when I stepped back.

I said, "Bye."

Auto back to flat. Full way I was touching my cheek where he kissed, touching my waist where he held, feeling fixed weight and flatness in tight dress.

I came to next door flat, Bhabhi waiting in nighty.

She said, "Kaisi rahi date?"

I sat on bed, still in pink tight dress, open hair messed, lipstick light faded.

I said, "Bhabhi, pehle toh bahut dar lag raha tha, phir coffee pe baat normal thi."

I said, "Usne shoulder pe haath rakha jab bike se bachaya, toh smooth skin pe uska haath alag laga."

I said, "Phir waist pe hold kiya photo ke liye, tight dress ke upar, wahan se fixed smooth side pe uska hold tha, mujhe laga main sach me ladki hu jisko ladka hold kar raha hai."

I said, "Phir hug kiya, toh upar ka weight usko soft laga hoga, mujhe bhi hug me bhara hua laga, pehle kabhi aisa nahi laga."

I said, "Phir cheek pe kiss diya, jhumka ke paas, yahan."

I touched cheek.

I said, "Aur good night wala lip kiss bhi, halka sa, par mujhe laga meri lipstick, mere lambe baal, meri pink dress, sab usne ladki samajh ke hi kiya."

I said, "Bhabhi, ab samajh aa raha hai tum kya bol rahi thi, yeh new body sirf mirror ke liye nahi, kisi ke paas rehne pe aur lovely lagti hai. Jab usne hold kiya, hug kiya, kiss kiya, toh weight aur smoothness aur baal sab ka feel double ho gaya."

Bhabhi smiled.

She said, "Dekha, maine bola tha na, ek baar ladki banke bahar jayegi toh wapas ladka banne ka mann nahi karega."

I was still in same pink tight dress, open hair, fixed chest stretch, fixed flat front, pink nails holding clutch, cheek still warm where he kissed.

I said, "Bhabhi, kal phir milu usse?"

That morning after breakfast, I was in that next door flat in nighty, tight high pony, fixed chest weight resting, fixed smooth flat front secure, waxed legs. Bhabhi came with two sarees in hand, one red, one pink.

She said, "Aaj mandir chalte hain, double date. Tu aur Rohit, main aur Bhaiya. Dono saree pehente hain."

I looked at pink saree on bed, that girl's collection wala.

I said, "Bhabhi saree me kaise lagega mujhe? Kabhi pehni hi nahi acche se."

She said, "Aaj pehna deti hu, dekhte hain kaise lagti hai tu."

We locked door. First she laid both sarees, blouse, petticoat. I removed nighty slowly. Fixed body already locked from morning with long hold skin safe glue, so weight and flatness were fully secure, no need to adjust.

First petticoat. I took pink petticoat, tied over my fixed smooth bottom. Because fixed smooth flat front was locked flat, petticoat fell straight from waist in one smooth line, no center bulge breaking saree fall, soft outer folds closed look, only flat line under string. I tied string tight, felt flatness secure around waist.

Then blouse. Tight pink blouse with small sleeves. I slipped arms in, waxed smooth arms shining. Fixed silicone chest weight was locked on chest, so when I closed front, blouse stretched fully over fullness. Back hook, Bhabhi came close and closed.

She said, "Dekh blouse ka stretch."

I saw in full mirror. Tight blouse hugging weight, soft fullness pushing fabric, shape coming, waxed back and shoulders smooth behind blouse strap.

Then saree draping. She started pleats. Each pleat she made in front fell exactly over petticoat flat front, no break in pleats because flat line was clean. Pallu she set over blouse weight, over shoulder, pin.

She said, "Pallu weight pe tikega."

Long hair she opened from tight pony, brushed till waist, then made low bun with gajra, new jhumka with new piercing set, bindi on forehead, kajal, pink lipstick matching saree, pink nails on hands and toes, small heels.

I stood full mirror, pink saree pleats over flat front, pallu over weight, bun with gajra.

I said, "Bhabhi sach me ladki lag rahi hu?"

She in red saree, ready same, looked at me and smiled.

She said, "Ab toh tu hi hai is ghar ki dusri bahu jaisi."

Then she called Bhaiya before leaving, speaker on.

She said, "Sun, aaj mandir ja rahe hain shaam ko. Rohit bhi ayega office se direct. Aur mere saath meri cousin nahi hai, tumhara bhai hai, saree me, apni fixed body me. Tumko pehle bata rahi hu, shock nahi hona, support karna. Hum do couples ja rahe hain."

Bhaiya on phone was quiet one second.

He said, "Kya matlab fixed body me?"

Bhabhi said, "Matlab fixed chest aur fixed smooth bottom ke saath rehta hai ab, waxed, lambe baal. Aaj uska date hai Rohit ke saath, hum husband wife, woh dono date. Sabko pata hai."

Bhaiya said, "Ok, samajh gaya, main Rohit ke saath seedha mandir gate pe aata hu office se."

Evening 6 pm, we left early for temple, auto. I managed saree pallu with pink nailed hands, pleats holding flat front line, bun gajra tight.

Temple gate, Bhaiya bike with Rohit, both office shirts, both came directly. We were waiting side, both sarees, Bhabhi red, me pink.

Rohit saw me first, pink saree, bun with gajra, blouse stretch.

He said, "Wow, saree me toh alag hi lag rahi ho, subah dress me aur ab saree me."

I managed pallu with pink nails, feeling shy.

I said, "Thank you, Bhabhi ne pehnayi."

Bhaiya saw me. Because Bhabhi already told, no shock face, but he looked once at my saree pleats falling over flat front and blouse stretch over weight, then normal.

He said, "Chale andar? Bheed badh rahi hai."

We four went inside together, temple bells ringing. Crowd side side.

Inside we stood as two couples for darshan. Bhaiya Bhabhi one side, hand in hand, I and Rohit other side, little gap. Pandit was giving kumkum.

I took pallu on head, bent for pranam, fixed chest weight pressed blouse inside when bent, fixed flat front under petticoat made saree fall flat even when bending, smooth walk.

Rohit stood close behind, his hand lightly on my back over saree, over smooth skin near blouse hook, just to support in crowd.

Bhaiya and Bhabhi took blessing together first, then me and Rohit. Rohit put hand lightly on my shoulder as couple while pandit gave tikka.

After darshan we came out to prasad counter. Light air.

Rohit took prasad and gave in my pink nailed palm.

He said, "Lo prasad."

We walked slowly back to parking, four together, sarees rustling, heels sound on stone, my long bun gajra moving with steps, blouse weight giving soft movement, petticoat flat line giving smooth saree walk without adjusting.

Auto and bike back to house, same pairs, me and Bhabhi auto, Bhaiya Rohit bike.

At house, we entered hall, still sarees on. Bhabhi took Bhaiya to kitchen, I and Rohit sat in hall on sofa, prasad in hand, saree pallu on shoulder.

In kitchen voice low.

Bhabhi said, "Dekha, isiliye bola tha, yeh ab isi body me khush hai, fixed chest, fixed smooth bottom, waxed, lambe baal, saree me usko apna lagta hai. Rohit ko sab pata hai, usko problem nahi."

Bhaiya said, "Samajh gaya, pehle laga mazaak hai, par ab dekha saree me toh sach me ladki lag raha hai, mandir me sabne couple hi samjha, kisi ne kuch bola nahi."

Bhabhi said, "Haan, toh ab se jab yeh next door flat me rahega, kuch mat bolna, couple date pe aise hi chalte rahenge, support karna."

In hall I was sitting in pink saree, pallu on shoulder, fixed weight resting in blouse, fixed flat line under petticoat, pink nails holding prasad box.

I said softly to Rohit,

"Aaj pehli baar Bhaiya ke saamne saree me aayi, unko pehle se pata tha main kaun hu, phir bhi unhone couple samajh ke saath liya, ajeeb nahi laga unko."

Rohit said,

"Tum saree me bahut sundar lag rahi ho, aur mandir me sabne couple hi samjha, wahi toh chahiye tha na, normal feel."

After temple, we came back home. Still in sarees. Bhabhi went inside and changed her red saree to nighty. I was still in pink saree in hall, pallu on shoulder, fixed chest weight inside blouse, fixed smooth flat front under petticoat giving flat line, bun with gajra, bindi, pink nails holding prasad box. Rohit was sitting on side sofa.

Bhaiya looked at me and said,

"Tu andar aa, we need to talk serious, akela."

I managed my saree pleats over flat front with my pink nails and went inside bedroom with him. Door half closed. Rohit stayed outside in hall with Bhabhi.

Bhaiya sat on bed, office shirt still.

He said, "Ab honestly bata, what you want? Kab se ye sab start hua?"

I sat opposite, pallu tight, hands on lap.

I said, "Bhaiya, start actually Bhabhi ke flat se hua. You know wo next door wala flat empty rehta tha. Bhabhi said yahan shift ho ja, akeli rahegi. Usne apni friend ka girls collection diya, pink tee, black shorts, long wig. Pehle din maine try kiya."

I said, "Usi din first time fixed chest lagaya, that silicone weight wala, with skin safe long hold glue. Bhaiya, pehle toh strange laga, chest pe ek bhara hua weight, tee ka stretch fully change. When I walk, thoda movement feel hota hai, when I sit, it rests. Earlier flat tha, ab weight tha, fullness tha."

I said, "Same day fixed smooth flat front bhi lagaya, same glue se. Bhaiya, that is the biggest change. Shorts ke neeche, saree petticoat ke neeche, ek straight flat line, no bulge in between. I can sit with legs joined, saree pleats girti nahi, dress ka fall clean rehta hai. Baithne uthne me koi adjustment nahi."

I said, "Phir Bhabhi ne full wax karwaya, legs, arms, everything. Uske baad lotion lagane pe hand glide karta hai, skin ekdum smooth. Saree pe haath pherun toh smooth feel, pehle wali rough feeling gone."

I said, "Baalo ka bhi same, long hair, tight pony ka pull, gardan pe hawa lagna, bun with gajra, new jhumka with new piercing, bindi, kajal, pink nails, heels. Roz subah se raat tak I started living in this body in that flat."

He said, "But isme tujhe kya milta hai? Why you like it?"

I said, "Bhaiya, starting me mirror me achha lagta tha, ab body me rehke sukoon milta hai. I feel calm in this. Chalne ka style change ho gaya, baithne ka. Saree ki pleats flat front pe perfectly tikti hai, blouse ka stretch weight pe perfect aata hai. Nighty me bhi weight rest karta hai, flat line se neeche kuch pull nahi karta. I feel complete, Bhaiya. Jaise yehi meri body hai."

I said, "Jab Rohit ke saath cafe gayi, usne shoulder pe haath rakha, waist pe hold kiya over tight dress, toh us hold me I felt like a girl being held. Temple me jab pallu sir pe liya for pranam, blouse weight and flat line ki wajah se saree sahi giri, sabne normal couple samjha. No one stared weird. Wahi toh chahiye mujhe, normal treatment as a girl."

I said, "Ab ye roz glue se chipkana, raat ko utarna, subah phir lagana, ye nahi chahiye. I want this real, forever wala. I want to wake up morning me wahi weight chest pe ho, wahi flat line neeche ho, jo raat ko bhi rahe, nahane pe bhi rahe. Real body, jo utre nahi. I want to live in this body permanently."

Bhaiya was silent for a long time, looking at my pink saree pleats over flat line and blouse stretch over weight, bun with gajra.

He said, "Parents ko kya bolenge? Maa papa ko kaise samjhayenge?"

I said, "Bhaiya you support karega toh they will understand. You just tell them ki main next door flat me isi fixed body me rehti hu, kaam karti hu, kisi ko problem nahi deti. Bhabhi knows, Rohit knows, you have seen in mandir. I am happy like this. Bas bolna hai I want this body real, hamesha ke liye. No more hiding."

He nodded slowly.

He said, "Theek hai, kal subah I will call maa papa, Bhabhi ke saath baithke baat karte hain. You be ready in saree itself, jo hai wahi dikhana, hide mat karna."

I said, "Thank you, Bhaiya, thank you so much."

We came out. Bhabhi in nighty, Rohit in hall waiting.

Bhaiya said to Bhabhi, "Kal morning maa papa ko bula lete hain, important baat karni hai."

Bhabhi said, "Theek hai, main call karti hu."

That night was end of story ka last night.

Bhabhi said, "Aaj yahi flat me so ja, saree me hi, Rohit hai toh akeli nahi lagegi. Kal bada din hai."

I was still in same pink saree, bun with gajra, weight and flat line secure, pink lipstick light.

Rohit came to flat at 10 pm. Bhabhi locked main door from her side.

We both on same bed, but not like strangers. He came close, not like first date wala formal.

He sat behind me and fixed my bun gajra, tucked few loose long hairs behind ear, jhumka touch.

He said, "You were so good today, Bhaiya ke saamne itna honestly bola."

I leaned little back, my back touched his chest, my fixed chest weight inside blouse pressing pallu.

I said, "I was so nervous, but jab maine bola real body chahiye forever, toh halka laga."

He held my pink nailed hands over saree pallu, fingers crossed.

He said, "Kal jo bhi ho, I am with you."

Then closeness. He hugged me from side over saree, his hand on my waist over petticoat flat line side, soft hold. My head went on his shoulder, bun gajra near his face.

I said, "Rohit, aaj pehli baar laga I am not alone in this saree."

He kissed lightly on my forehead over bindi, then light cheek kiss near jhumka, very soft, not rushing.

We lay down same bed, saree still on, pallu over weight, pleats over flat line. He was on side, I was on side, facing, talking slowly.

I said, "Tomorrow if parents agree, I will finally get real body, no more glue."

He said, "Yes, and you will still look same, pink saree, long hair, same you."

We slept that night close, his arm around my saree waist, my head near his chest, fixed body secure, gajra smell, calm. Thinking, tomorrow will be the day when I start living my dream life. The way I m in his arms. THE END