Catching Up

The Change Part-3

this is the concluding part of this series. hope you all like them :)

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love,

Gauri Narayanan

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The clock in the wall struck four times. I had just then completed giving the final touches to the nail paint on my toes and smiled at my handiwork. It was high time that I started getting ready and wait for Gauri. I went to bathe and then after half an hour came out wearing the towel over my chest and my hair in a tight bun under the cap. Opening the wardrobe, I chose to wear satin lingerie and a pink Patiala suit for the evening. Once I had worn the lingerie and set the breast-forms to look natural, I wore the clothes and then started applying make-up.

A year had passed since I signed my life away and became Gauri’s property. At first it had seemed like my life was doomed and that living had lost its worth. I had even attempted suicide not having been able to withstand torture at her hands, and had been saved by a furious Gauri, who then proceeded to give me the worst punishment till date. But gradually, as I gave in to her demands more and more, I started losing the will to even resist and by the time, I had been her slave for a couple of months, I began to enjoy being what Gauri had turned me into.

During this whole time, she kept me isolated from the whole world. In fact, even when I had failed at my suicide attempt, I was not rushed to a hospital and was brought back to health by her at home. She didn’t trust me with that and I couldn’t do anything. If I even stepped out of the house without her permission, I would get inflicted with pain. Anyways, life slowly took a turn when I started to enjoy these house chores. I learnt to cook well and then once I had perfected it, I started trying out new dishes to please Gauri.

Gauri never used to appreciate me and that actually became a motivation for me. To somehow get her to appreciate me for my hard work, became my dream and I strived to do it every waking hour of my life from then onwards. I would always keep the house clean, wash the dishes, indulge in cooking new dishes and then when finally everything was done, I would go and tend to Gauri and make her feel comfortable.

My days started at 5 in the morning, when I had to collect the milk from the doorstep and then start preparing breakfast and lunch. I would wake up Gauri with coffee at 7 and then she would drag me to the bathroom where she would urinate in my mouth and then make me drink it all. Then she would take a dump while I massage her hair with oil and then we both would take a bath in the bath tub, where she would make me lick her pussy and suckle her breasts till she orgasmed and then would let me scrub her and soap her up and then soap me up and harass me sexually and then we would rinse it off and go to get dressed. During working days she usually wore either a saree or an office suit. She would take my help in dressing up and making her face up and then she would dress me up, depending on her mood and then watch me practice my make-up skills on myself. Then while she read the newspaper, I would feed her breakfast and then pack her lunch and send her off to the office and then eat my breakfast.

I was ordered by her to eat only two meals a day and nothing in between, so as to reduce weight to a level that she found acceptable. At first, it used to be very difficult, but as time went by, my body adjusted and I started losing weight and size. I was also instructed to take a few tablets daily, and over a period of three months, I noticed that hair growth became sparse, hunger reduced and I even lost my beloved biceps and abs and became rather weak of frame. That was when she told me to stop taking those pills. My hair had also started growing below my neck and she ordered me to learn how to take care of it and maintain it and grow it till she liked.

And yes, coming back to my daily routine, I used to finish washing clothes, doing the ironing, cleaning the kitchen and other rooms and then if I had time to spare, spending time on the internet, trying to learn stuff such as knitting, stitching, international cuisines, make-up techniques, etc., and then practicing them. And then by four, I would start preparing dinner and getting myself ready for her arrival. She usually came back at 6 and I would welcome her with a smile and wait for her to inspect me in my evening wear. Gauri would then attack my lips for some time and when she got sated she would plop down on the sofa. I would then give her the evening coffee and then respond to her needs.

Then dinner would be served at 8 and again she would make me feed her, while she busied herself with something or the other. After eating dinner myself, I would clean up the kitchen and then if she felt like it, I would be given punishments for no apparent reason, and then she would ask me to lick her pussy and then when that was done, I would be ordered to go and sleep in my room.

The weekends were almost the same, except that there was more sex and less work. She would ask me to make a list of stuff that needed to be bought and then go grocery shopping on Saturdays. Apart from that she never felt the need to go out or let me out.

And then, a few months later, my dream came true. I had prepared a scrumptious meal for dinner and for the first time, she smiled at me and told me that the food was good. Hearing that, I became so happy and there were tears of joy in my eyes. Seeing that, she asked what happened, and when I told about it, she hugged me and told me that I finally seemed to have learned my lesson and that she was happy with what I had become. That night, for the first time, my penis was let out of chastity, after ten whole months, and I was allowed to please myself in the toilet while she watched. But try as I might, I couldn’t make it get aroused and finally frustrated, I cried of having lost my manhood entirely. Then Gauri came to me and started groping me and dominating me in ways that made me surrender, and then, to my surprise, I got aroused and ejaculated. She laughed and told me that I definitely had changed beyond recognition. This whole thing was making her more and more happy for some unknown reason. Then I was locked up in chastity again and ordered to please her.

But this time, I noticed something different in the way she handled me. Usually she would be very aloof and order me around but tonight, it looked almost as if she cared for me and she went slightly soft on me.

After that night, things started changing fast in our household. I started looking after the house with more fervor and worked day and night to keep Gauri happy always. And I soon realized that I had fallen in love with my captor and that I wanted to be hers all my life. Even if it meant that I never meet another soul ever and remained captive in this house forever. My attitude changed and I started cooking with love more so than with skills and that reflected in the taste. Gauri started appreciating me for what I did and even started bringing gifts for me. She had also started treating me as a woman rather than as a slave maid and started sharing memories from her past and we started having merry moments.

And then yesterday, out of the blue, she had told me that she felt it was time, that I met the world once again and that we were going out for dinner today. She had not told anything else, except that she wanted me to look my best and had asked me to wear anything I pleased from her wardrobe. And so, after having worn it, I sat in the dresser looking at the mirror, slowly brushed out my long hair, parting it into three bunches so that they can be braided. I then made a French braid and then added clips to finish it up.

Then, at six, the car pulled up and Gauri came in and smiled at me and took me in her arms and kissed me lovingly, saying that I was looking gorgeous. Something in me flipped and I told her that I loved her.

“Later darling, later. Now I have to get ready and we have an appointment to keep” she smiled and hurried into the bathroom. I was hurt that she didn’t respond to my professing love to her but at the same time was surprised to be called as darling by her for the first time. With my mind, as confused as ever, I entered the bath and got her washed up and then we went to the bedroom where she dressed herself up in jeans and blouse and let her hair loose and wore six inch heels and no make-up. I had never seen her dress up this way and was standing there with my mouth open when she smacked my ass and then grabbed my arm and led me to the car.

It was the first time I had stepped out of the compound and I was nervous about my appearance. Although I knew that unless someone looked under my panties I would not be caught, I still felt queasy. Gauri drove the car through the traffic and I noticed that she was deliberately going slowly, so that she could feel up my thighs and steel kisses at me. I got too distracted by her antics and didn’t realize where we were going to, till she pulled up the car and asked me to get down.

It was my house. I was stunned and pleaded with Gauri to take me back home and that I didn’t want to go into my house. She just dragged me inside, paying no heed whatsoever to my cries. Having lost all my strength and will to resist, I finally accepted defeat and walked up the stairs with my head bent low and face burning red.

“Chill Swathi, they don’t know it is you. I just told them that I have a matter of importance to discuss and that I would be bringing a girlfriend to dinner. And since your sister works for me now, she thinks it is a formal dinner. Plus I never told them what I have done with you. So it is going to be a surprise for them when I do tell them about you over dinner. Just keep your calm till then.” Saying this, she rang the bell.

My sister Smitha, dressed in a salwar rather formally, opened the door and welcomed us both in. Not wanting to be identified as to who I am, before Gauri actually told them, I decided to play along and spoke casually and in a feminine voice that I had practiced and perfected in the last few months. My mother then came out from the kitchen and served tea for both of us and told us to get cozy, as dinner would be ready in some time. Gauri introduced me as her friend from college who had come for a visit and then started talking about work with my sister, while I sipped the tea and observed the house. A lot seemed to have changed in the past one year and by the looks of it, my sister was doing really well at the job and was filling the house with costly and elegant stuff. And then we were called to dinner.

The table was set and all four of us started eating when all of a sudden Gauri started talking about me.

“You know Smitha, I have been meaning to ask. You have worked under me for a year now and yet you never ask about what happened to your brother after he tried to assault me at my house.”

“Actually Gauri, we do want to know what happened to him, but Smitha here, isn’t fond of her big brother and his chauvinistic attitude. So she avoids talking about him even with me. I have asked her so many times to ask you of his whereabouts. When you came here about a year ago and told me that you had gotten a written confession from him and that you had decided to send him off to some unknown place till he learnt his lesson and then bring him back, I got worried. But I knew that you could be trusted to keep your word, so I kept my silence. But Smitha never bothered to pass my messages to you.” Said my mother while looking genuinely concerned.

“Well your son didn’t exactly treat me as a human being. Nor did he ever listen to anything that I had got to say. If there is anything that I actually remember about him, it is the force with which he beat me up and swore at me for his own blind reasons. As far as I am concerned I want nothing to do with such a person and even though I love him for being my big brother, I hate him for being a beast. Ma’am, when you told me you were going to make him learn a lesson, I thought you were sending him off to a jail. And even though I do want to see my brother again and as a changed man, I am not sure it is ever going to be possible. Especially considering that he is such a misogynist and a chauvinistic pig.”

Hearing all this, I had started crying and silently swept away my tears. I wanted to beg forgiveness from both of them for what I had done to them, but I controlled myself and kept mum, waiting for Gauri to respond.

“Aunty, your son has changed and completely become a different person. And he has learnt his lesson and I had actually come here today to discuss his future with you. And Smitha, you will be surprised to know that the male ego is so fickle and with some manipulation and deviousness it can be brought under control and that is exactly what I have done with your brother. Right now, if he was here, I am sure that he would be begging forgiveness from both of you and wanting to be accepted back into your family and striving to be a better brother to you.”

“The main purpose of my visit today is something else altogether. Aunty, with your permission I would like to marry your son, as I have fallen in love with him and would like to be with him for the rest of my life.” Gauri’s words were followed by a pin drop silence in the room and I looked at her with love and gratitude and with joyful tears in my eyes. She held my hand under the table and looked at my mother expectantly. On the other side of the table, my sister was looking like the cat had got her tongue and my mom looked like she had not heard it correctly.

“Wh-whaaat?” was the only word that my mother could manage.

“Since you seem to be shocked with my request, I think I will ask your son himself about this” saying this, she stood from her chair, walked to my side, got down on one knee, and opened a box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring set in platinum.

“Swathi, I love you. I want you to be my partner for the rest of my life. I cannot think of anyone who I love and care for more than you. Will you marry me and be my wife?”

I shouted yes and flew into her arms and kissed her all over the face, not knowing how better to show my love to her. Gauri then placed the ring on my finger and then went back to her place and started eating the food and asked me to explain everything to my dumbfounded mother and sister.

By the end of the happiest night of my life, I had gained back the love of my family and was well into making one of my own. I started visiting my mother often and almost every single night, Gauri would take me out for the cinemas or a dinner or the circus or anything else that caught her whims. Gauri proceeded to remove the chastity permanently and we started making love, in different ways which was beautiful.

One thing remained and always would remain the same though. I was her wife in every sense and I was to take care of the house and submit to her desires and needs at all the times. And even though she gave me all the freedom I wanted and even started treating me as an equal in household decisions, I chose to just let her make all the decisions, as I felt it was not my place to meddle with the thoughts of the breadwinner’s.

There was however one thing that I was very adamant about. I wanted to become a complete woman before we got married. I felt that every that happened till now was meant to be, and that my life now was that of a wife’s and that I never was meant to be a male in the first place. Gauri listened to what I had to say and then told me that she indeed wanted me to be a female but didn’t want to force to become one and hence had not spoken about it till date, and that she was happy that I wanted to become a woman as she was a lesbian and would never have perform me as a man in bed if I had decided to stay as one.

And thus started the transitioning and everything that came with hormonal therapy. My sister had accepted me and began to refer to me as a woman and as her elder sis at all times. Gauri would often take both of us out to shopping and girls night out. It took almost one and a half years for my psychologist to finally clear me for Sexual Reassignment Surgery and now here I am being wheeled into surgery with the love of my life walking beside me, showering me with words of love and assurances about the surgery. As the anesthesia hits my head, the last thought that pops into my mind is that of my upcoming marriage when I would be married off as the bride to my darling Gauri and the future that we are about to embark upon as a happily married couple.

THE END

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The Ramp Queen

hello readers,

for the first time i have written a photo caption. have been meaning to write one for a long time now. let me know what you feel about it

love,
gauri narayanan