The Three-Day Girlfriend

Samir was sitting in his living room in Pune. He was drinking hot tea. His roommate, Kabir, walked into the room holding his phone. Kabir looked very tired.

Kabir sat on the sofa. "My cousin Amit is getting married next week," Kabir said. "It is a big three-day wedding. My mother invited three single girls to the wedding just to meet me. She wants me to choose a wife. I just want to focus on my job right now."

Kabir sighed. "If I had a girlfriend to bring, she would leave me alone."

Samir looked at his friend. Kabir always helped Samir pay the rent. Samir wanted to help him back.

"You do not need to find a real girlfriend," Samir said. "I will go with you. I will dress up and be your girlfriend."

Kabir laughed. "Samir, you are a boy. My mother will know."

"No, she won't," Samir said. "I do acting in the college theater. I know how to change how I look. If we do it right, no one will know."

Kabir looked at Samir's face. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Samir said. "But we need Riya to help us make it perfect."

Samir called their friend Riya. She came over right away. Samir told her the plan.

"This is a big job," Riya said. "Samir, if you want to fool Kabir's mother, you cannot just put on a dress. We have to change your whole body."

The next morning, Riya brought a big bag to their apartment.

"First, the hair on your body must go," Riya said. She plugged in a small machine to melt some wax. It became hot and sticky.

Samir sat on a chair in shorts. Riya spread the hot wax on his hairy legs. She put a cloth strip over it and pulled very fast.

"Ouch!" Samir yelled.

"Sorry," Riya said. "But look." Samir's leg was completely smooth and bare. Riya waxed his other leg, both his arms, and his chest. It hurt a lot, but soon his skin felt very soft, just like a girl's skin.

Next, Riya looked at his face. "Your eyebrows are too thick," she said. She took small tweezers. She pulled out the hairs one by one. Pluck, pluck, pluck. It stung his skin. When she finished, his eyebrows were thin and had a high, pretty arch. He shaved his face very close with a new razor.

"Now for the body," Riya said. She opened her bag. She took out a bottle of special skin glue and two large, soft silicone breasts. She also took out a special silicone piece for his lower body.

"Go to your room," Riya told him. "Put the glue on the back of the breasts and press them onto your chest. They will stay there for the whole trip. Then use the glue for the lower piece. It will hide your boy parts completely and make you smooth down there. You must look like a woman even under your clothes."

Samir went into his room. He stood in front of his mirror. He put the special glue on the heavy silicone breasts. He pressed them hard against his chest. They stuck tightly to his skin. When he moved, they moved like real breasts. Then, he carefully glued the lower silicone piece on. He looked down. His boy shape was completely gone. He looked completely smooth and feminine. He put on a tight black dress.

He called Riya into the room.

"Perfect," she said. "Now sit down. We must do the hair and makeup."

Riya did not use clip-in hair. She brought a very expensive wig. The hair was dark and reached all the way down to his waist. Riya painted a special clear liquid solution all along the top of Samir's forehead. It felt very cold. She carefully pressed the edge of the wig into the solution. The glue dried fast.

"Look," Riya said. The wig looked exactly like the hair was growing right out of his own head. He could pull it, and it would not fall off.

Finally, Riya did the makeup. She worked for a whole hour. She rubbed a thick, orange cream on his chin to hide any dark beard shadow. She put soft foundation all over his face. She used brown powder on his cheeks to make his jawline look soft and round, not sharp like a boy's. She drew thick black lines around his eyes with eyeliner to make them look big. She brushed thick mascara on his eyelashes. Last, she painted his lips with a dark pink lipstick.

"Okay," Riya smiled. "You are done."

Samir stood up and looked in the tall mirror. He gasped. The boy was gone. The tight black dress hugged his glued-on curves perfectly. His eyebrows were thin, his eyes looked huge, and his long, dark hair fell beautifully over his shoulders.

He walked out of the bedroom. Kabir was sitting on the sofa.

When Kabir looked up, his phone slipped out of his hand and fell on the floor. He stood up very slowly. His eyes were wide open.

"Samir?" Kabir asked quietly. He walked closer. He looked at the smooth skin, the perfect curves, and the pretty face. "You look... you look exactly like a real woman. It is amazing."

Samir smiled softly. His lips felt thick with the lipstick. "My name is Sonia now," he said.

The heavy wooden door closed as Kabir left for work. Samir stood alone in the living room. He was wearing the tight black dress. The heavy silicone breasts were glued firmly to his chest, and the lower silicone piece hid his boy shape completely. The long, dark wig was glued tightly to his forehead. He looked in the tall mirror. He looked exactly like a beautiful girl, but his body felt stiff. He still felt like a boy inside.

The doorbell rang. It was Riya, and she brought two of her friends, Neha and Pooja. They both knew the secret plan. When they walked in and saw Samir, their eyes went wide.

"Wow," Neha said. "You look amazing. But looking like a girl is only half the job. You must act like one. We have a lot of work to do."

"First, we fix your voice," Pooja said. She made Samir sit at the dining table. "Say 'Hello, Kabir', but do not speak from your chest. Speak softly from your throat."

Samir tried. "Hello, Kabir," he said. It sounded like a boy trying to make a funny, high voice.

Neha laughed. "No, that is too loud. Make it softer." Pooja put her fingers gently on Samir's throat. "Feel the vibration right here. Make it higher and very light."

They practiced for a long time. Samir drank two glasses of water because his throat started to hurt. He tried again and again. Finally, he smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Sonia." It sounded very soft, breathy, and sweet.

"Perfect," Pooja smiled. "Always speak like that."

"Now, stand up," Neha said. She opened her bag and took out a pair of small black heels. "Put these on."

Samir put his feet into the shoes. He stood up and immediately wobbled. He took a step, walking with his legs far apart to keep his balance. His shoulders moved up and down.

Riya shook her head. "Sonia, girls do not walk like that," Riya said. "Keep your knees close together. Put one foot right in front of the other, like you are walking on a straight line."

Riya walked across the room to show him. Her hips moved softly, and her back was straight. Samir tried again. He kept his knees close. He put one foot in front of the other. It was hard to balance.

"Let your hips sway just a little bit," Neha said. She walked behind him and held his shoulders to guide him. "Relax your back."

Samir walked from the window to the door, over and over. Slowly, it felt easier. He stopped wobbling. His walk became smooth and feminine. The long hair swished softly against his back when he moved.

They sat down on the sofa to rest. Samir immediately opened his knees wide. Riya quickly reached over and pushed his knees together.

"Girls never sit like that," she scolded nicely. "Cross your ankles. Or cross your legs tightly at the knees. Always pull your dress down over your legs." Samir quickly crossed his ankles and smoothed his black dress down.

"We need to talk about the bathroom," Neha said next. She handed Samir a small, pretty purse. Samir opened it. Inside were two wrapped sanitary pads.

Samir looked confused. "Why do I need these?" he asked.

"To make the lie perfect," Neha explained. "At the wedding, you will use the ladies' washroom. If another lady asks for a pad, you can give her one. Also, if you go to a bathroom stall, you can open one and put the wrapper in the small dustbin. If other girls see it, they will think you are having your period. They will never doubt you are a real woman."

Pooja nodded. "And remember, the glue holding your silicone pieces is strong, but you must be careful. You cannot stand up to use the toilet anymore. You must sit down every single time. When you wipe, be very gentle. Do not pull the edges of the fake silicone skin."

Samir listened carefully. He knew this was very important to keep his secret safe.

"What about changing my clothes?" Samir asked. "At Indian weddings, ladies often share a big room to change their sarees."

"You must be very careful there, too," Riya said. "The ladies cannot see your bare back or your chest, or they will see the glue lines. When you change your top, always face the wall. Turn your back to the other girls. Never take off your bra. The bra hides the top edge of the fake breasts."

Riya handed him a large towel. "When you change your lower clothes, wrap this towel tightly around your waist first. Take off the clothes under the towel. If you drop the towel, they will see the fake lower piece. Act very shy. Real girls are shy when they change clothes in front of others."

To finish the day, Riya turned on some loud wedding music from her phone. "There will be a big dance party," she said. "Boys jump and use big, heavy arm movements. Girls use soft wrists and gentle waist movements."

The three girls stood around Sonia in the living room. They showed him how to move his hands gracefully. They taught him how to spin nicely so his long hair would fly in a pretty circle. Samir copied them. He spun around, laughing in his soft, new voice.

By the time the sun went down, the girls left. Samir was very tired. His feet hurt from the heels. But when he walked to the mirror, he crossed his ankles perfectly. He fixed his long hair with a very light touch. He did not just look like Sonia anymore. He moved exactly like her.

It was Saturday morning. Kabir did not have to go to the office. He walked out of his bedroom and stopped. Samir was already fully dressed as Sonia.

Sonia wore a soft yellow kurti. The heavy silicone breasts made the front of the dress look perfectly round and soft. Her lower silicone piece gave her wide, gentle hips. Her long, dark hair was open and fell all the way down to her waist. She looked exactly like a beautiful girl ready for a date. Kabir still felt a little shy when he looked at her.

The doorbell rang. Riya, Neha, and Pooja walked in.

"Today is the big test," Riya said. "You look like a girl in the house, Sonia. But now you must act like Kabir's girlfriend in public. We are going to the mall."

Kabir and Sonia looked at each other. They felt nervous.

When they walked into the big, crowded mall, Kabir started walking very fast. Sonia tried to keep up in her small black heels.

"Stop!" Neha whispered loudly. She walked up to them. "Kabir, you look like you are running away. Couples walk together. Sonia, take his arm."

Sonia slowly lifted her hand and wrapped it around Kabir's arm. It felt a little stiff.

"No, that is how a sister holds a brother," Pooja said. "Lean closer. Your shoulders must touch. Sonia, hold his hand, not just his arm. Lock your fingers with his."

Sonia slid her hand down and held Kabir's hand. She moved closer. Her soft silicone chest pressed gently against Kabir's arm. Kabir looked down at her. His face got a little red, but he smiled. They started walking very slowly. Sonia made sure to sway her hips just a little bit, like the girls taught her. Soon, holding hands felt nice and warm.

Next, they went to a small cafe in the mall. They sat at a small table. The three girls sat at another table to watch them.

Sonia ordered a cold coffee. Kabir ordered a slice of chocolate cake.

When the coffee came, Sonia picked up the glass. Riya shook her head from the other table and pointed to her lips. Sonia remembered. She had thick pink lipstick on. If she drank from the glass, she would ruin it. She asked the waiter for a straw. She drank very carefully, keeping her lips soft.

When the cake came, Neha sent Kabir a message on his phone: Feed her a bite. Kabir picked up a small piece of cake on his fork. He held it up to Sonia's mouth. Sonia leaned forward. Her long, dark hair fell beautifully over her shoulder. She opened her mouth softly and took the bite. She chewed slowly and gave Kabir a very sweet smile.

"Now, look at his eyes," Pooja texted Sonia. "Give him a romantic look."

Sonia swallowed the cake. She rested her chin on her hand. She looked deep into Kabir's eyes. She made her eyes look soft and full of care. The noisy mall around them seemed to get very quiet. Kabir looked back at her. He did not look away. He saw the pretty makeup and the long hair, but he also saw his best friend who was doing all this just to help him.

After eating, it was time for photos.

"At the wedding, the family will take a hundred pictures of you two," Riya said. "You must look like you are in love."

Kabir stood next to Sonia. He put his arm around her shoulders. He stood very stiff.

"No, Kabir," Neha laughed. "Put your hand firmly on her waist. Pull her close."

Kabir moved his hand down to Sonia's curvy waist. He pulled her tight against his side.

"Sonia," Riya said. "Put one hand flat on his chest. Turn your body towards him a little. Now, rest your head right on his shoulder."

Sonia turned. She put her soft hand on Kabir's shirt. She tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder. Her long, heavy wig spread out perfectly over his arm. Riya took the photo. She showed it to them. They looked beautiful together, like a very happy couple.

"Now, the hardest part," Pooja said. "You have to be touchy without thinking about it. Small romantic touches."

They practiced standing near a shop window. "Sonia, fix his collar," Neha said.

Sonia reached up. She stayed very close to Kabir. Her fingers gently fixed the collar of his shirt. She smoothed the cloth over his chest.

"Kabir, touch her face," Riya said softly.

Kabir slowly lifted his hand. He touched Sonia's cheek. His thumb rubbed her soft makeup. Then, he gently pushed a long piece of dark hair behind her ear. His fingers touched her neck. It gave Sonia a big flutter in her tummy.

"Lean in for a small kiss," Neha whispered. "Just a small one."

Kabir leaned his face down. Sonia closed her eyes and tilted her chin up. Kabir did not kiss her lips because they were in public. He gave her a very soft, slow kiss on the cheek. Then, he moved up and gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead.

When Kabir pulled back, they both felt very warm. The chemistry was not just acting anymore. The touches felt real.

They walked back to the car. This time, no one told them to hold hands. Kabir just reached out and took Sonia's hand tightly. The three girls walked behind them, smiling at each other. The training was finished. They were ready for the wedding.

It was Sunday morning. The wedding started the next day. The apartment was full of open bags.

Riya stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips. "I am coming with you to the wedding," Riya told Kabir and Sonia. "Sonia cannot manage the glue and the heavy dresses alone. I will stay in your room to help her."

Kabir was very happy to hear this. He felt much safer with Riya there.

"Okay, let us pack the bags," Riya said. She opened a large suitcase.

First, she packed the heavy wedding clothes. She folded the yellow suit, the pink lehenga, and the heavy red silk saree very carefully. Then, she opened a smaller bag for Sonia's private things.

"You are a girl now, so you need girl clothes," Riya said. She packed four soft bras to hold the heavy silicone breasts. She packed a set of pretty lace panties.

Then, she packed the secret supplies. She put two extra bottles of the special skin glue in a plastic bag. "If the silicone pieces start to come off, we need this glue to fix them fast," she said. She packed the large makeup box, makeup brushes, and the hair solution for the long wig. Finally, she put a whole packet of sanitary pads into the bag. "Remember," Riya said, "put two of these in your small purse every morning."

While Riya packed, Sonia went to get ready for the journey. They were taking a sleeper bus. It was an eight-hour trip, so she needed to be comfortable.

She went to the bathroom. She cleaned her chest and her lower body. She put fresh, strong glue on the heavy silicone breasts and pressed them hard against her skin. She did the same for the lower silicone piece, making sure it was completely smooth. She put on a soft bra and a pair of the new panties. They fit perfectly over the silicone curves.

She walked out and put on a very comfortable, light blue cotton kurti and soft white leggings. The cotton cloth felt nice over her fake curves.

Riya sat her down to do her hair. "You cannot leave this long hair open in the bus. It will get tangled while you sleep," Riya said. She brushed the heavy, dark hair until it was shiny. Then, she made a thick, loose braid that rested over Sonia's shoulder. She put very light, simple makeup on her face—just a little pink on her lips and some dark kajal in her eyes. Sonia looked like a very pretty, simple college girl.

They took a taxi to the bus station. It was very crowded. When they walked through the station, many people turned to look at Sonia. She was tall, her walk was smooth, and her long dark braid looked beautiful. A group of boys drinking tea stopped talking and stared at her.

Kabir noticed the boys looking. He felt a sudden, strong feeling in his chest. He felt protective. He quickly reached out and held Sonia's hand very tightly. He pulled her a little closer to his side as they walked to the big bus. Sonia felt his warm hand and smiled. She liked that he was protecting her.

They found their bus. It was a large AC sleeper bus. Inside, there were small beds instead of seats. Kabir and Sonia had a double bed compartment to share. Riya had a single bed just across the narrow walking path.

They took off their shoes and climbed into the small bed area. It was very cozy. Kabir and Sonia sat next to each other, leaning against the pillows. The bus started its engine and began to move out of Pune.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air. Kabir pulled a soft blanket over their legs. Because the bed was small, their shoulders touched. Their legs pressed together under the blanket.

"Are you comfortable?" Kabir whispered.

"Yes," Sonia whispered back. "The cotton kurti is very nice for traveling."

They shared a packet of chips and drank some juice. Across the path, Riya opened her curtain. "Is your hair okay?" she whispered. "Is the wig pulling your head?"

"No, it feels fine," Sonia smiled, touching the thick braid. Riya nodded and closed her curtain to sleep.

For the next few hours, they just enjoyed the ride. They put earphones in their ears and listened to romantic music together. The bus rocked gently on the highway. Sonia felt very sleepy. She slowly rested her head on Kabir's shoulder.

Kabir did not move away. He put his arm around her. He gently untied the small band at the end of her braid. He started to slowly open the braid with his fingers, letting the long, dark hair spread out over his arm. He loved playing with her hair. He stroked her head softly as the bus drove through the dark night. Sonia closed her eyes, feeling incredibly safe and happy in his arms. The fake girlfriend act felt very, very real right now.

When they woke up, the sun was setting. The bus finally stopped at the big hotel in the new city. It was evening.

They stepped out of the bus. The hotel was huge and covered in bright, colorful lights. They could hear loud, happy wedding music playing from inside.

Riya looked at her watch. She grabbed Sonia's arm.

"Hurry up, Kabir! Grab the bags," Riya said, looking excited and nervous. "We are already late. The Mehendi event starts in exactly one hour. We have to get to the room and get Sonia dressed in her yellow suit!"

The taxi dropped them at the entrance of the grand hotel. It was a beautiful palace covered in strings of yellow and orange marigold flowers. The air already smelled sweet.

Riya grabbed the bags. "Hurry, Kabir!" she said. "We have to get the keys and get upstairs. The Mehendi party starts in an hour!"

They rushed to the reception desk. Kabir’s mother had booked two rooms for them next to each other. Kabir took one room, and Riya and Sonia took the other.

As soon as the door to their room clicked shut, Riya opened the big suitcase on the bed. "Sonia, take off the bus clothes. We need to work fast."

Sonia went into the bathroom. She carefully washed her face and checked the glue holding her heavy silicone breasts and lower piece. They were still perfectly tight and smooth against her skin. She walked back into the room wearing only her soft lace bra and panties.

Riya pulled out the yellow suit. It was a beautiful, bright lemon yellow, made of soft silk with tiny silver mirrors stitched all over the front. It came with a long, matching yellow dupatta (scarf).

Sonia stepped into the wide yellow pants. Then, she slipped the tight silk top over her head. Because of the silicone curves underneath, the silk stretched perfectly across her chest and hugged her waist. Riya draped the soft yellow dupatta elegantly over one shoulder.

Next was the hair and makeup. Riya made Sonia sit in a chair. The long, dark wig was slightly tangled from the bus ride. Riya sprayed a special sweet-smelling water on it and brushed it until it fell in thick, heavy waves all the way down Sonia’s back.

"For a Mehendi, your makeup should look fresh and bright," Riya said. She worked quickly, adding a touch of golden powder to Sonia’s cheeks to make them glow. She lined Sonia’s big eyes with thick black kajal and painted her lips a soft, pretty peach color. Finally, Riya placed a small yellow bindi between Sonia’s eyebrows and clipped heavy silver earrings into her ears.

Sonia stood up. She looked in the mirror. She didn’t look like Samir, the boy from the apartment, or even Sonia, the girl on the bus. She looked like a stunning, traditional Indian woman ready for a celebration.

There was a knock on the door. It was Kabir. He was wearing a simple, sharp white kurta.

When Kabir walked in, he stopped completely still. His eyes traveled from the silver earrings down the soft yellow silk, to her curvy waist, and down to the delicate silver anklets Riya had just put on her feet.

"Sonia..." Kabir breathed out, his voice a little husky. "You look... incredible."

Sonia smiled, feeling a hot blush spread across her cheeks. The way Kabir looked at her made her stomach flutter happily.

"Let's go," Riya said, grabbing her own purse. "Time to meet the family."

They walked out of the room together. Kabir offered his arm, and Sonia looped her hand through it naturally. Her heart beat fast as they walked toward the open garden where the Mehendi was happening.

The garden was magical. Brightly colored tents were set up under the trees. Loud, joyful Bollywood music was playing. The air was thick with the earthy, sharp, beautiful smell of fresh heena paste.

As soon as they entered, a loud, happy voice called out. "Kabir! Finally!"

It was Kabir’s mother, a woman in a heavy green saree. She bustled over, followed closely by a young woman in a pink suit—Kabir’s younger sister, Ananya.

Kabir tightened his arm around Sonia. "Maa," he said smoothly. "This is Sonia. My girlfriend."

Kabir’s mother stopped. Her eyes swept over Sonia’s beautiful yellow suit, her perfectly round curves, and the long, dark waves of hair cascading down her back.

Sonia remembered her training perfectly. She gently let go of Kabir’s arm, stepped forward with her knees close together, folded her hands, and bowed her head slightly.

"Namaste, Aunty-ji," Sonia said, her voice soft, sweet, and perfectly feminine.

Kabir’s mother’s face broke into a huge, delighted smile. "Namaste, beta! Oh, Kabir, she is so beautiful! You didn't tell me she was so lovely." She reached out and patted Sonia’s cheek warmly.

Ananya grinned and grabbed Sonia’s hand. "Hi, Sonia! I'm Ananya. Come on, all the ladies are sitting down for the Mehendi. You have to get yours done right now!"

Before Kabir could say anything, Ananya pulled Sonia away toward the center of the garden. Riya followed closely behind, giving Kabir a thumbs-up.

Sonia was led to a large circle of comfortable cushions on the grass. Dozens of women, aunts, cousins, and friends, were sitting there, laughing, singing traditional songs, and holding out their hands for the Mehendi artists.

Sonia sat down gracefully, crossing her ankles under her yellow pants just like Riya had taught her. The women immediately welcomed her.

"Kabir’s choice is excellent," an older aunt said, admiring Sonia’s long hair. "Such thick hair, beta. And such a sweet face."

Sonia blushed and giggled softly behind her hand. She felt a thrilling rush of excitement. They completely believed her. She wasn't just acting; in this circle of women, surrounded by the music and the laughter, she felt completely, wonderfully female.

A Mehendi artist sat in front of her with a small green cone. "Give me your hands, Didi," the artist smiled.

Sonia held out her hands, palms up. The artist began to squeeze the cold, dark green paste onto her skin. She drew intricate, beautiful patterns of flowers and leaves. The smell of the heena was strong, sharp, and deeply earthy. It filled Sonia’s nose. The cold paste felt wet and heavy against her skin. It was a feeling she had never experienced before—a deeply traditional, beautiful ritual meant only for women.

She sat there for an hour, chatting softly with Ananya and the aunts, making sure not to move her hands. She felt perfectly happy, perfectly at home in the yellow silk and the sweet-smelling air.

When the Mehendi was finally dry and crusty, the party began to wind down for the night. The women started heading back to their rooms.

Kabir was waiting near the edge of the garden. As Sonia walked toward him, holding her hands carefully out in front of her, she saw the way his eyes locked onto her.

"Let me help you," Kabir said softly. He didn't take her hand because of the wet heena. Instead, he placed his hand gently on the small of her back. The touch sent a jolt of electricity straight through the yellow silk.

They walked back to the hotel rooms in silence. The loud music faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the air conditioning in the hallway. Riya walked a few steps ahead of them.

When they reached their doors, Riya unlocked her and Sonia's room. "I'll go in first," Riya whispered, slipping inside.

Kabir stood in front of his door. Sonia stood next to him. The smell of the heena on her hands was intoxicatingly strong in the small hallway.

Kabir looked down at her. He looked at the dried green patterns on her hands, then up at her dark eyes and her peach-colored lips.

"You were amazing tonight," Kabir murmured, his voice low. "My mother loves you. Ananya loves you." He stepped closer. The smell of the heena seemed to wrap around him. "I couldn't take my eyes off you all night."

Sonia looked up, her heart hammering against her ribs. "I liked being there," she whispered softly.

Kabir didn't say anything else. He moved closer, trapping her gently against his door. His hands came up, very carefully avoiding her heena-covered palms, and cupped her face. His thumbs brushed over her soft, makeup-covered cheeks.

He leaned down, and this time, it wasn't a sweet, practiced kiss for a photo. His lips crashed down on hers, hard and desperate. The kiss was deep, fueled by the intoxicating smell of the heena, the soft feel of the yellow silk, and the undeniable chemistry that had been building between them all day.

Sonia let out a soft gasp into his mouth, melting against him. She couldn't touch him with her hands, so she just leaned her body fully against his, the soft silicone curves pressing firmly into his chest. Kabir groaned softly, his fingers tangling roughly in the long, dark waves of her wig, pulling her closer, kissing her until she was breathless and dizzy.

When he finally pulled away, they were both panting. Kabir rested his forehead against hers.

"Goodnight, Sonia," he whispered huskily.

"Goodnight," she breathed back, her lips swollen and pink.

Kabir opened his door and stepped inside. Sonia stood in the hallway for a moment, her chest heaving, the smell of heena and Kabir’s cologne mixing in the air. She turned and walked into her room, where Riya was waiting with a knowing smile, ready to help her carefully remove the Mehendi paste so she could sleep.

The next morning, the hotel was very busy. It was the main wedding day. Riya woke Sonia up early.

"Today is the big day," Riya said. "We have to be perfect."

First, they locked the door. Sonia went into the bathroom to prepare her body. She checked the strong glue on her heavy silicone breasts and her lower silicone piece. Everything was smooth, secure, and perfectly round. She put on a pretty red lace bra and matching panties.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. It was a lady hired by Kabir's family. Her job was to help all the ladies in the house wear their sarees perfectly.

Riya let the lady in. Sonia was already wearing a tight red blouse and a long red underskirt. The drape lady smiled at Sonia. "You have a beautiful figure, Didi," the lady said. Sonia felt very proud and happy.

The lady took out the wedding saree. It was made of thick, heavy red silk with a wide gold border. The lady started to wrap the silk around Sonia's waist. She made perfect, neat folds with the cloth and tucked them tightly into the skirt. The silk felt cool and heavy against Sonia's skin. It hugged her soft silicone hips perfectly. Finally, the lady took the end of the saree, called the pallu, and pinned it beautifully over Sonia's shoulder.

When Sonia took a breath, the tight red blouse and the heavy silk made her feel completely feminine.

Then, there was another soft knock. It was Kabir's mother. She walked in holding a small velvet box.

"Sonia, beta," Kabir's mother said warmly. She opened the box. Inside was a heavy, beautiful gold necklace and matching earrings. "This is our family jewelry. I want you to wear it today. You are so special to Kabir."

Sonia felt a happy tear in her eye. "Thank you, Aunty-ji," she said softly. Riya helped fasten the heavy gold necklace around Sonia's neck. It looked royal against the red silk.

Next was the hair. The drape lady and Riya worked together. They took Sonia's long, dark wig. Instead of leaving it open, they divided the thick hair into five pieces. They wove the pieces together to make a very thick, long, 5-strand braid. It went all the way down Sonia's back. To finish it, they tied a string of fresh, sweet-smelling white jasmine flowers around the top of the braid. The heavy braid rested on the red silk, making Sonia look like a perfect Indian bride herself.

Riya finished the makeup. She painted Sonia's lips a deep, matte red and put a beautiful red bindi on her forehead. Sonia stepped into high golden heels.

When Sonia walked, the heavy red silk swished around her legs with a soft rustle, rustle sound. Because the saree was tight, she had to take small, very graceful steps.

She walked out of the room. Kabir was waiting in the hall, wearing a handsome golden sherwani. When he saw Sonia, he stopped breathing. She looked like a dream.

"Sonia..." Kabir whispered. He stepped close and held her hand. "You are the most beautiful girl in the world."

They walked down to the big wedding hall together. The hall was full of bright lights and hundreds of people. As they walked in, many young single boys turned their heads to stare at Sonia. They looked at her curvy waist, her heavy 5-strand braid, and her beautiful face.

Kabir noticed the boys staring. He felt very proud, but also a little jealous. He wrapped his arm tightly around Sonia's waist to show everyone she was his. Sonia smiled and leaned into him.

Waiters walked around with trays of food and drinks. Sonia remembered her training. She asked for a glass of juice with a straw. She sipped it very carefully so she did not ruin her perfect red lipstick. Kabir brought her a plate of hot paneer starters. She took small, elegant bites, chewing slowly.

After an hour, Sonia tapped Ananya's shoulder. "I need to go to the washroom," Sonia smiled softly.

"I will come with you!" Ananya said. They walked to the ladies' room together.

Inside the washroom, Sonia went into a closed stall. She locked the door. She carefully lifted the heavy red silk and pulled down her panties. Because of the glued silicone piece, she could not stand. She sat down carefully on the toilet seat. When she was done, she wiped very gently. Then, she opened her purse. She took out a wrapped sanitary pad. She opened the plastic wrapper and threw the empty wrapper right into the small open dustbin next to the toilet.

She fixed her clothes and walked out to the sinks. Ananya went into the same stall next. When Ananya came out to wash her hands, she smiled at Sonia. Ananya had seen the pad wrapper in the bin. The secret trick worked perfectly. Ananya was totally sure Sonia was a real woman.

At the big mirror, Sonia took out her red lipstick and carefully fixed her lips. She checked her bindi and smiled at the other aunts washing their hands. She belonged there with them.

They walked back to the party. Ananya pulled Sonia to a beautiful wall covered in red and pink roses. "Selfie time!" Ananya shouted. All the female cousins gathered around. Sonia stood in the middle. She tilted her head, put one hand on her soft hip, and smiled brightly. The heavy 5-strand braid fell perfectly over her shoulder. Click! The photo was perfect.

It was time for the main wedding rituals. Everyone sat around the holy fire. Sonia sat gracefully on a chair next to Kabir, keeping her knees pressed tightly together. The fire made the room warm, and the smell of the jasmine flowers in her hair mixed with the wedding smoke.

Kabir sat very close to her. Under the long red silk of her saree, where no one else could see, Kabir reached over and took her hand. He held it very tight. His thumb slowly rubbed the soft skin of her hand.

He leaned close to her ear. "I am so happy you are here with me," he whispered over the sound of the wedding songs. "I do not want this trip to end."

Sonia looked at him. His eyes were full of real affection. She squeezed his hand back, her heart beating very fast under the heavy gold necklace. She was entirely lost in the magic of the red saree and the man sitting beside her.

It was midnight. The big hotel was finally quiet. The wedding party was over for the day.

In her room, Sonia had taken off the heavy red saree and the gold jewelry. She washed her face but kept her soft makeup on. She was wearing a very short, silky pink nightdress with thin straps. Her long, dark wig was still glued perfectly to her head, but she had twisted the heavy hair up into a messy bun on top of her head. She used a large plastic clip to hold it up so her neck could cool down. Riya was already fast asleep in the other bed.

Suddenly, there was a very soft knock on the door.

Sonia walked over quietly and opened the door just a little bit. It was Kabir. He looked at her with dark, serious eyes. He did not say a single word.

Before Sonia could ask what was wrong, Kabir reached his hand through the open door. He grabbed her wrist. His hand was big and very warm. He pulled her out into the quiet hallway and pulled her right into his room next door. Click. He shut his door and locked it.

Sonia gasped, surprised. But before she could speak, Kabir pushed her gently against the wooden door. He put both his hands on her soft, curvy waist. He leaned down and crashed his lips onto hers.

The kiss was hot and very demanding. Sonia melted against the door, opening her mouth to him.

Kabir pulled away just for a second. He bent his knees, put one strong arm under Sonia’s legs, and his other arm around her back. He lifted her up into the air like she weighed absolutely nothing.

Sonia gasped again, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She had never felt anything like this before. Samir had always been just a normal college boy. But right now, as Sonia, she felt incredibly small, light, and delicate in Kabir's arms. The sheer strength of a man carrying her so easily made a wild thrill shoot through her stomach. It made her feel completely, one hundred percent female.

Kabir carried her across the room and laid her gently on the soft white sheets of the big bed.

He stood over the bed for a second. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it on the floor. His chest was broad, hard, and strong.

He climbed onto the bed, moving over her. He reached his strong hand up to the top of her head. His fingers found the plastic hair clip. He snapped it open and pulled it out.

The heavy, thick, dark hair fell instantly. It cascaded all over the white pillows like a dark waterfall. Kabir pushed his hands deep into the thick waves. He grabbed handfuls of the long hair and pulled gently, forcing Sonia to tilt her chin up and expose her soft neck.

Kabir leaned down and started kissing her everywhere. His hot lips moved from her mouth down to her jaw. He kissed her neck deeply, making Sonia let out a soft, shaky breath. He kissed her bare shoulders and her collarbone.

Sonia closed her eyes, completely lost in the sensation. His body was so different from hers now. Kabir was all hard muscle and strong force. Under the thin pink silk, Sonia’s glued-on silicone breasts were perfectly soft and round. When Kabir pressed his bare chest against hers, the contrast was amazing. She felt his heavy weight pressing her down into the mattress. She loved the feeling of being overpowered by his masculine strength.

Sonia responded with all her heart. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She ran her hands over his bare back, feeling the muscles move under his skin. She pulled his face back up to hers and kissed him back with intense passion.

They did not need any words. The fake girlfriend story was completely forgotten. In the dark, quiet hotel room, Kabir held her tight, his strong hands exploring her soft curves and tangling in her long hair. Sonia surrendered completely to his strength, enjoying the beautiful, intense passion and the feeling of being perfectly loved as a woman all night long.

The dark room was filled with the sound of their fast breathing. Kabir’s strong body was heavy, pressing Sonia deep into the soft mattress. Under the thin pink silk, the heavy silicone breasts flattened gently against Kabir’s hard, muscular chest. They felt perfectly soft and real, completely hiding the boy she used to be. For the first time, Sonia did not just look like a woman in a mirror; under his heavy weight, she felt completely, truly female.

Kabir’s hands were rough and full of passion. He pushed his fingers deep into the thick, dark waves of her long wig. He grabbed a handful of the heavy hair and pulled it gently but firmly. The strong pull made Sonia tilt her head back, exposing her soft neck to his hot kisses. She let out a shaky, happy sigh. She loved the strong, rough way he held her. It made her feel incredibly delicate and small.

They kissed deeply, completely lost in the intense feelings. Then, Kabir rolled over onto his back. He put his hands on her soft, curvy waist and pulled Sonia right on top of him.

Sonia sat up, resting over his hips. The thin straps of her pink dress slipped down her shoulders. Her long, dark hair fell forward, creating a beautiful, dark curtain all around them. She looked down at Kabir in the dim light. His eyes were dark and hungry.

Sonia leaned down, pressing her chest flush against his. The silicone curves moved and shifted against his body exactly like real flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Kabir’s strong hands moved over her back and down to the soft, wide curve of her silicone hips. He gripped her tightly, letting her feel all his strength. They moved together in the quiet room, kissing, holding each other, and exploring the amazing, thrilling difference between his hard muscles and her soft, feminine shape. The passion kept them awake for hours, completely wrapped up in each other.

Hours later, the bright morning sun peeked through the hotel curtains.

The room was very quiet. Under the thick, warm, white blanket, their legs were tangled together. They were not wearing any clothes now. The heavy silicone curves were still perfectly glued to Sonia's skin, making her body look round and beautiful even as she slept.

Sonia lay on her side, her bare back pressed snugly against Kabir’s warm, bare chest. Kabir’s strong arm was wrapped tightly around her soft waist, holding her close to him in his sleep.

Sonia slowly opened her eyes. She felt a little tired, but she felt incredibly warm and happy inside. Her long, dark hair was messy and spread all over the white pillows. Some of her eye makeup was a little smudged.

She felt Kabir shift behind her. He pressed a soft, sleepy kiss right onto her bare shoulder.

"Good morning," Kabir’s deep voice whispered right into her ear.

Sonia turned over carefully under the blanket to look at him. Kabir’s hair was messy, and he looked perfectly relaxed. When he looked at Sonia's messy hair and soft face, a huge, real smile spread across his lips.

Sonia smiled back, a big, bright, happy smile. There was no more acting. There was no more pretending for the family. In the bright morning light, under the warm covers, she just felt like Kabir's beautiful girl.

The morning sun was bright. Sonia quietly slipped out of Kabir’s bed, put on her silky pink nightdress, and tip-toed back to her own room. Riya was just waking up. Sonia had a huge, shy smile on her face that she could not hide.

The whole day went by in a happy blur. Finally, it was evening. It was time for the grand wedding reception, the very last event before they had to go home.

Riya opened the suitcase and took out the final outfit. It was a stunning, heavy pink lehenga.

Sonia went into the bathroom. Her soft silicone curves were still glued perfectly in place. She stepped into the heavy pink skirt. It was covered in tiny silver stones that sparkled in the light. She put on the small, tight pink blouse. It hugged her chest tightly. Riya draped the sheer pink dupatta over her arm.

For the hair, Riya did not make a braid this time. She brushed the long, dark wig until it was very smooth and left it completely open. The heavy hair fell in beautiful, loose waves all the way down to Sonia’s waist. Riya put shiny pink gloss on her lips and dark mascara on her eyelashes.

When Sonia walked out of the room, Kabir was waiting in the hallway in a sharp black suit.

When he saw her, Kabir stopped walking. He looked at the sparkly pink skirt, her soft bare stomach, and her long, wavy hair. Then, he looked right into her eyes.

Sonia felt a sudden rush of heat in her cheeks. She remembered last night. She remembered how his strong hands had grabbed those long dark waves of hair. She remembered the heavy weight of his chest pressing against her. She looked down quickly, feeling very shy, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

Kabir smiled a slow, handsome smile. He walked over to her. He didn't say anything, but he gently reached out and touched the soft skin of her waist, right above the heavy pink skirt. His touch made Sonia's breath catch.

They walked down to the huge reception hall together. The music was very loud, and there were hundreds of people taking photos.

During the party, they had to sit on a big stage with the family. Every few minutes, Sonia would turn her head and catch Kabir looking at her. His eyes were dark and full of memories. Every time their eyes met, Sonia felt that hot blush spread over her face. She would give him a small, shy smile and look away, her heart beating very fast. She felt completely beautiful and perfectly loved. The secret of their passionate night made everything feel electric.

Finally, the party ended. It was time to say goodbye.

Kabir’s mother came over and gave Sonia a very big, tight hug. "You are a wonderful girl, Sonia," his mother said with happy tears in her eyes. "Please come visit us in Pune soon. Take care of my Kabir."

"I will, Aunty-ji," Sonia said softly, folding her hands in respect. The fake girlfriend plan had worked perfectly. Kabir’s mother was completely happy.

They went upstairs to pack. Riya packed all the heavy dresses, the makeup, and the jewelry. Sonia changed into a simple, soft white kurti and black leggings for the long bus ride home. She kept the silicone curves and the long hair on. She wanted to be Sonia for just a little bit longer.

They took a taxi to the bus station and climbed into their small sleeper bed on the AC bus. The bus was dark and cool. Riya went to sleep in her own bed across the path.

The bus started moving, driving away from the bright city lights and into the dark night.

Sonia leaned back against the pillows. She was very tired, but she felt wonderful. Kabir pulled the warm blanket over their legs. He moved very close to her in the small bed.

He put his strong arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. Sonia rested her head perfectly on his shoulder. Her long, dark hair spread out over his arm.

Kabir rested his chin on the top of her head. "We did it," he whispered into her hair. "My mother is happy. The wedding is over."

Sonia looked up at him in the dark. "Are you sad it is over?" she asked softly.

Kabir looked down at her pretty face. He reached up and gently traced her cheek with his thumb, remembering the taste of her pink lips and the feeling of her soft curves.

"The wedding is over," Kabir whispered, leaning down to press a soft, sweet kiss to her forehead. "But I think our real story is just starting."

Sonia smiled, a big, bright smile. She snuggled closer into his warm, strong chest, closing her eyes. As the bus rocked gently on the highway back to Pune, she knew he was right. The fake trip was done, but the love they found was completely real.