AnkurKumar3456
AKA Mintu the Storyteller
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Chapter 19
Promila took a deep breath and cooed softly in her maternal tone....
"Come Debu, your maa has missed you soo much!"
Subosree awed her mouth noticing the breast bulge and the hip width of her dadabhai. Even the thighs were outlined well within the gown, such were Debojit's developed feminine features.
Beside him was the old matron who smiled and greeted all three ladies as Debojit walked inside his house with sheer shame. He didn't look up a single time while he stepped inside.
"She is all your's Didi!" The matron smiled as Promila shivered on hearing 'She' but still managed to smile sheepishly as she put the tika from the thaali on her son's forehead and then kiss on it softly out of motherly love.
The pcchh sound from the motherly kiss somehow made Debojit feel a little better and somehow looking at his shameful expression and his lowered eyes, Promila cooed to Subosree...
"Subu, take dadabhai to your room!"
Subosree who couldn't help but glue her eyes shockingly to her brother's breasts through the gown, just managed to nodd and hold his arm, taking him to her room. While she held the arm, she felt so weird and awed by the feel of her brother's arm. It was silky soft with almost little or no muscle mass.
"Dadabhai's arms were never muscly, but now they are even smoother!" Subosree cooed as she politely took her brother to her room, while Pallavi acted noble by pouting to the older matron..
"Mashimoni, please come inside! have some tea and sweets atleast!"
Promila adored this gesture of her ex-bahu and nodded in agreement and the older matron agreed with a smile.
In the meantime, Subosree made her dadabhai sit on the bed and the young girl couldn't help but touch his shoulder pouting...."D..dada..b..bhai... h..how are..yo you?"
Subosree had a tremble in her voice because although the face was of Debojit, the body resembled a fully fertile woman even though it was covered by a gown. Debojit didn't answer and just kept looking down, pouting atlast...
"I am thirsty....."
A small tremor passed Subosree's heart as she realised a slight change in her dadabhai's voice.
"Oh god, dadabhai's voice changed so much, its so feminine now! Wonder what they did with his vocal chord!"
But Subosree was relieved to hear atleast something from her dadabhai and then, with a tiny tear in the eye, she nodded and rushed out to get some water. While she reached the kitchen, her ears reached a conversation taking place between her mother and the older matron in precise. She slowed her pouring action of the water in the jug and listened.....
"Didi, you took care of my Debu all these days, thank you so much!" Promila cooed helding the hands of the matron.
"Ah that's alright. But you have a lot of responsibility now!" The matron cooed with some apparent mischief in her eyes.
Pallavi made sense of that mischief and she cooed holding the shoulder of Promila..."Maa you must! Debu should be given a good share of saree and blouses and even jewellery!!! or else people will think mean of you!"
Promila bit her lower lip and heaved a sigh. Subosree hated to hear further and rather took the jug of water towards her room, but then she stopped behind the curtains to just peek into the hall, to listen where the conversation headed to.
"She is a beautiful lady didi! such an unblemished fair skin, just like your's!" The matron looked at Promila and realised how much Debojit resembled her mother and she was happy he had been bobbyfied. Promila on the other hand blushed when her son was complimented as a typical woman and then ofcoarse she had to accept the reality and just managed to cooe out..."Oh thank you for that compliment. I feel so weird but alas....Debu is a girl now!"
"Girl?? maa don't be silly. Debu has bigger assets now!!! I envy him!" Pallavi cooed in a naughty manner while the old matron covered her mouth to resist a giggle. Promila suddenly felt proud that her son in the form of a daughter had ripe big breasts and therefore she closed her eyes in a snobbish way and pouted....
"Sure Debu has them big!! as a mother I am proud and this means..."
Promila blushed at what she was about to say and so she stopped, while Pallavi continued to be naughty and she pouted...."So Debu can find a genuine husband in future!! right maa??"
Promila bit her lip again and looked down with deep blushing cheeks and Subosree wanted to bang the water jar on her once-boudi's skull in anger. She had this vision as if Pallavi was an apostle from hell who didn't mind playing with the feelings of her dadabhai even after divorce.
"Bitch!!! why doesn't maa throw her out of the house. She is not even my dadabhai's wife anymore!" Subosree angrily cooed to herself, while she noticed the matron about to say something.
The matron then took the conversation to a different level when she bit on a sweet and munched for a bit, pouting..."Didi, the first thing you should so is to think of a beautiful name for your beautiful daughter!"
Promila sighed and a silence took place in the room suddenly. Subosree waited to see why her mother took this pause and just then to her surprise, her mother bursted out weeping slightly and her head was placed on Pallavi's shoulder.
"Sniff........didi.........I always snifff..........had this wish of..........sniff having a daughter as the first child sniff! god listened to me......... after all these years sniff!!"
Pallavi awed naughtily and added more fuel to the fire by pouting...
"Chii shame to god!! he listened so late to your prayers, sending Debu in a wrong body!!! hmmmmm glad the government did what god couldn't do!"
Promila wiped her tears nodding in agreement while the matron stood up and before she took a leave, she pouted..."Take care of her. She is a precious woman now!"
"We will. Thank you mashimoni for taking care of Debu so far!" Pallavi smiled and escorted the elderly lady outside the house.
"Such a sadist bitch she is!!! chiii she is poisoning maa too!" Subosree cooed angrily for Pallavi and headed to her room. When she reached the room, she stopped with a big awe on her mouth. Her eyes rounded up more.
"Umm dadabhai?"
The gown was taken off and was lying on the floor while Debojit sat naked on the chair studing his new parts. The shocked upset man studied his slender neck first and noticed how smooth and soft it was. His face was the same somehow to a level, but the lower body was certainly not his anymore! It belonged to a ripe woman.
Subosree kept the jug aside and just kept quiet studing how his dadabhai looked at his new female body. The girl had to admit that the figure of his dadabhai belonged to a stunningly sexually attractive woman who oozed sex without a doubt.
Debojit kept feeling his neck in shame and then looked down to his
Breasts! Big B-cupped ones!
Subosree saw in awe at how her dadabhai discovered his new big breasts, feeling their width and the softness of the globes. The young sister covered her mouth in the sheer newness of this whole scenario she was witnessing and Debojit kept his eyes glued on his breasts. His mouth closed but eyes wide open in horror. The room looked silent but more like darkly silent.
In the meantime, Promila hesitated to see her son. Pallavi insisted that she should comfort her once-son and spend some time with him.
"Palu shona, how can I face him?? did you see his eyes. Aw my Debu!!" Promila purred and her breasts heaved with maternal love and empathy.
"Maa please! Debu needs you to comfort him....uhmmm sorry her!" Pallavi cooed.
"I think you are right" Promila purred again, but she stil didn't get up.
On the other hand, Subosree noticed her dadabhai now explore his hips, his navel and the slightly more curvy thighs of his. However the real shock occured when Debojit's eyes lay on his groin area and he had just forwarded a finger when suddenly he eyed Subosree's shocked and awed face on the mirror and he himself became terrified of a second person's presence!
"GET OUTTT!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HEREEE!!!"
Debojit shivered and took a flower vase from the nearby shelf and banged it on the door. To Subosree's luck, she missed from getting hurt and she rushed out of the room. However the sound had made Pallavi and Promila rush to the girl's room.
"Maa....dadabhai needs to be left alone I think!" A frightened Subosree cooed while Promila decided something and cooed...
"Subu let Dada sleep in your room, you sleep with your boudi tonight!"
Subosree hated Pallavi to the core, but somehow agreed because it was surely a better option than to get hurt from her aggressive brother who was likely to have mood swings.
Pallavi and Promila then headed to the kitchen to prepare the dinner, while Subosree left her brother alone and decided to just stay in the hall untill dinner. She then realised she has yet to give the gift from Neelima, but then she realised that the time was not right yet. It was important for her dadabhai to mentally relax first.
In the meantime, Debojit got up from his chair and studied his womanly nude body.
"No........NO!!!!! NO WAY...............GAWDDDD!!!!"
The traumetized man realised he was now a woman and he just laid on his bed with is elbow on his eyes to cover his tearful eyes, not realising that he was slowly drifting off to sleep afterall he was tired from all the mental stress since morning.
The Small Mysterious Dream :
Debojit was currently running in a very isolated forest and that too naked!
His breasts swayed to and fro and his thighs had a slight wobble. He wanted to run away from the world and his face had a mild agony while he ran and ran ahead.
However just then!
He realised he collided with a bark of tree and then he corrected himself...
It was the wide chest of a man...Strong and Robust!
Debojit strangely didn't look upto the man, but a pair strong hands and arms caught hold of his soft feminine spine and hugged him hard. To his own utter shame, Debojit felt new reactions inside his body as he felt the hard chest of the unknown man firmly cling to him and for a few moments, he and the man remained passive untill the feel of a very hard penis knocked on his new jewels.
Surely Debojit realised he didn't have the penis anymore and to his horror the hard rock penis belonged to the man who clung to him but not as a tormenter or a potential rapist, but rather like a protector! Like the knight who showed compassion and care for his damsel.
The unknown man murmered something in a language unknown to Debojit, but he didn't bother with these. He moreover felt a safety and a new sexual awekening with the robust man who hugged him.
The Dream was over in the next moment with chirping of the birds!
'Kaaak kkaaaaaaaaaakkk'
The typical sound of crows who sat by the window pane woke up Debojit who realised it was morning already!
"Uh! weird dream!" He cooed and then noticed a silhoutte near the door.
"W...who is it??" Debojit pouted. He raised the bedsheets to cover his breasts and the person to step in was none other than his ex-wife Pallavi!
"Debu.......good morning!" Pallavi cooed and stepped in to see her ex-husband shamefully looking down, unable to face her eye to eye.
Pallavi didn't mind this gesture and rather she sat next to Debojit, lifting his chin up slowly and to her relief, he atlast looked at her. The naughty ex-wife admired his beautiful face after a long time. She remembered how her sahelis would tease her that jamai babu looked so feminine and now she openly smiled rememering those compliments.
"Eesshhh o maa...... you look so gorgeous Debu!"
Pallavi then ran her palm from her husband's cheeks to down to cope a feel of his slender neck and then to his creamy soft shoulders. She was awed at how much the Bobby operation had changed his body.
"Such a delicate angel hmmmmmmmmm!" Pallavi cooed and pinched on Debojit's cheeks which made him blush with intense embarrasment.
"St...ttop it Palo! I dd....don't feel okay w...with th...this!!!" Debojit looked down and pouted.
"But Debu! you need to get ready!" Pallavi cooed with a latent excitement.
"For what?" Debojit pouted. His heart thumped hard all of a sudden.
"For a small pooja, where you shall be renamed!" Pallavi winked with mischeif.
"Rename??" Debojit wondered.
"Now quickly get ready! None of us had our breakfast yet. We have to fast untill the pooja is done!!" Pallavi pouted and eyed her ex-husband's fresh new breasts which were covered with the bedsheet.
"Hey were you ummmm doing naughty things with your new body Debu?" Pallvi cooed with a mischevious giggle, while Debojit turned a bit enraged and he pouted....
"Shutup Palo! just leave me alonee!!!"
"Amar Shona moni!!! Ki Lajuk re!
Amar Shona moni ki lajuk re!"
(My sweetheart is such a shy angel)
Pallavi teased Debojit with a tone that looked mocking, but more like a play-way.
However, Pallavi got up and forwarded a saree set to her husband, pouting...."Wear this!"
"A saree???? NO WAY! just get out!" Debojit shoved the saree aside and Pallavi just for the sake of the moment, pouted...."Fine, just wear whatever you want and come out! Pondit moshai has already arrived!"
"Urgh gawd!!! what else awaits me!" Debojit pouted to himself and after Pallavi left, he jumped off the bed and got dressed in a simple tshirt and track pants. With a lot of reluctance, he came out and saw the hall been decorated with the typical pooja like atmosphere and he looked at how his mother and sister looked at him.
"Debu come quick!"
Debojit sat with his legs folded with a lot of reluctance and finally after some spoon dips on the fire, the golden question was asked by the pandit...
"Didimoni, what name would you prefer for your newfound daughter?"
Promila happened to sit precisely besides her son and the mother rubbed his forehead with sheer maternal affection for sometime. This rubbing of the forehead made Debojit feel somehow a little better and then however came the real bang!
The new name!
"Go on maa, decide a name for your daughter!" Pallavi cooed in the typical naughty tone. She found this moment very fascinating, while Subosree looked at her ex-bhabhi in a mean way, and then looked at her mother.
A small tension took place in the atmosphere around and then with a heavy sigh, Promila smiled and rubbed the scalp of her bobbyfied son, pouting....
"Debosree! this will be her name!"
Hearing "her" from his own mother made Debojit shiver to the core and he felt more embarrased. The name made him cringe very much!
"Debosree?? urghh!!! a female...... oh god! Is this really happening with me??"
"Oh my! sweet name maa!" Pallavi cooed and deliberately winked at Subosree, who gasped at this audacity of her brother's ex-wife. If there was one person she hated the most, it was her ex-bhabhi!!
"Subu, what do you think? you legally have a new sister now!!" Pallavi cooed with a breif sarcasm in her tone which made her nanad just sigh with a 'hmmph!"
The pandit prayed some inaudible mantras and touched the forehead of Debojit, who sat in a way where he could cover his breasts with his elbows. All of a sudden even the presence of a male pandit made him feel a bit of uncomfortable and Pallavi resisted a cute naughty giggle at that.
Subosree noticed the discomfort of her once-dada bhai and she emphathised with him in her mind.
"Okay didimoni, the pooja has finished. Debosree khoki shall lead a prosperous and a happy life of a worthy woman. I have prayed so to the gods above!"
Promila smiled and rubbed her palm on her now-daughter's head in a maternal way once more, pouting....
"Yes ponditmoshai! My precious daughter Debosree!"
"And my lovely sister Debosree!" Pallavi cooed while passing a naughty smirk to Subosree, who felt a headspin from acknoledging the reality infront of her.
Moments later when the pandit left, Pallavi recieved a call and she excused herself. In the meantime, Debosree felt awful and she shouted to her mom straightaway...
"WHY THIS NAME MAA?? URGHH ITS SO FEMININE AND I AM DEBOJIT!!!! I UHHH AH HMMPH!"
Debosree banged her feet on the floor in a subtle way and Subosree held her shoulder right then, pouting...."Please relax dadabhai!"
"Oh Subo! its your didbhai!!! are you blind?" Pallavi swayed in a casual way and smirked, while Promila sighed and agreed with a soft pout...
"Umm Subu, your Promi didi is right. Calm your didbhai down! she is a little furious!"
"Gawd maa!!!!!! not you too!!" Debosree looked down in defeat, but Promila walked towards her and lifted her chin up, pouting... "You shall be my elder daughter!! ah....god has given me the solace of having the first child as a daughter now! so glad you are as fair as me shona! However, I just wished that...
"The hair was longer and some delicious gloss on the lips and a ravishing saree right maa?" Pallavi purred like a sly cat and she caught hold of her ex-husband's shoulders, shaking him a bit with her words and Debosree has a panic grimace on his face. The word 'saree' shook him with a minor current!
"Um a saree and a long hair? oh ummmm perhaps you are right Palo-shona!" Promila cooed. Her heart bursting with a maternal excitement to see Debosree clad in a saree with red and white bangles.
"Hmmmmmmmmm" Promila was lost in her own world when just then Pallavi did a fake cough 'ehhrrmmm' which made Subosree, Debosree and Promila gaze at her. Just then all of a sudden Promila remembered the phone call interruption and she cooed.... "Whose call was it Palo-shona?"
Pallavi made a deliberate coy gesture and looked down to pout out very softly...... "Reema aunty has called for a ummmmm a photshoot today itself!"
Subosree gasped and Debosree raised an eyebrow. Promila on the other hand sighed with a smile.
"Maa??? boudi is so shameless she is reffering to her second marriage!!! infront of you and..."
Subosree stopped when she by chance laid her eyes on her once-elder brother's bulging breasts through the tshirt. She now hesitated to use the word 'dadabhai naturally!'. But Debosree was shocked! In her mind, she couldn't accept another marriage for his once wife!!!
"Promi??? what the hell are you saying??" Debosree felt hurt, but Promila scolded her now-daughter...
"Debi! behave yourself! she is your sister now!!"
Pallavi smirked with a hand to mouth giggle, while Subosree gasped with her hand raised to her mouth. She noticed a slight aggression in her mother's voice and she just hoped it was her delusion.
"SISTTERR???? MAA!! NO!!! SHE IS MY WI.........."
"Debu sweetie!!! I 'was' your wife and don't go yelling to the world about our marriage!!! you are BOBBY now!!! maa please make her understand!!"
Debosree gasped and his eyes teared up when his own mother pouted...
"She is right Debi! behave like a propper daughter and listen to what your sister has to say!"
Promila stopped all of a sudden. She bit her lip when she noticed the amount aggression in her voice and then she rationalized her own behavior in mind...
"Debojit is gone now. Debosree is my new daughter! I deserve the authority to scold her if I want!!"
Subosree hated this conversation and made a grimace of a face to her ex-bhabhi before leaving the hall with a furious state of mind. Promila ignored her younger daughter and rubbed the shoulder of Pallavi, pouting..."What did Reema aunty say Palo-shona?"
With a smirk, Pallavi began to walk and deliberately she walked around Debosree, pouting...
"Maa, Reema aunty told me if I was ready for the shoot today evening and I ummmm convinced her if I can bring along my sweet sister with me!!! and she AGREED!!!"
Debosree felt irritated from Pallavi's tone and she raised her voice in doubt..."Wait, Subu?? She is too young for marriage!!"
Promila didn't speak a word and just hid a smile as much as she could because she knew the person who was being reffered to and Pallavi then pinched her ex-husband's cheek pouting...
"No Silly girl!!! Not Subu, YOU!"
Debojit felt he could get a potential heart attack and he gasped..."WHAT?? NO WAY!! MAAA??"
The terrified bobby tapped her foot on the ground, but Promila maternally rubbed his head and cooed...."Accept the reality Debi! Me and Palu have sorted a saree for you! make sure you wear it!!!"
"No way I will wear a saree!!!!! what's wrong with you all??? LEAVE ME ALONE!" Debosree sighed with agony and a defeat which he was not willing to accept at all.
"Ummm....maa its okay! She can wear whatever she wants! ummmmmm it's just a shoot afterall!" Pallavi managed to handle the situation and Promila agreed with a half smile. Her mind still a bit enraged on her now-daughter for not obeying her, but she kept this enragement to herself.
Debosree felt a heart thump when she realised she had to go for the photoshoot or else she knew the consequences of a Bobby not complying with rules. She had heared stories from her matron kakimoni at the Bobby cell about the reluctant Bobbys who objected and this made her keep quiet about it.
But the horror didn't cease in her mind...
"A photoshoot for marriage......... WITH A MAN? Oh gawddd!!"
"Take some rest now Debi, I shall be ready to take both you and your sister for the photoshoot and please do a makeover atleast!" Promila sighed and she mentally assured herself that Pallavi will make sure her ex-son behaves well as a female.
Debosree just sighed in gloomyness and Pallavi rubbed her shoulders as she reached behind him, pouting very close to his ear...
"I will maa! I love my sweet sister soooo much!" Pallavi winked at Debosree who blushed deep red with intense embarrassment because the same woman was her wife once and now life took an awful turn.
.....................
Evening, Reema's studio :
"Has Mrs Bhattacharya shown up yet with her daughters?" Reema aunty sipped her coffee and cooed to her P.A.
"Not yet ma'am!' A sweet voice occured from the other side and Reema aunty tapped her fingers while looking at her watch. The studio lights were ready and photographers were tapping their feet and gazing their watches as well.
After a few more sighs from the mature matrimonial expert, a voice finally reached her ears...
"Miss Saigal, sorry to be late!"
Reema aunty sighed with a smile atlast to see not one, but three gorgeous ladies, with the exception of the third and the last female to enter, Debosree who was dressed in a tshirt and jeand and had his hair loose, but not long or cascading enough.
"Wait, Mrs Bhattacharya, I am not familiar with her, who is she?" Reema aunty frowned on Debosree and realised it was a female for sure, but the tomboy look irritated her and Promila too realised how offended Reema was. However before the mature widow could say anything, Pallavi cooed...
"She is my sister!"
"But you never mentioned of a sister before! I suspect that...." Reema aunty who was familiar with Bobbys had just raised an eyebrow when suddenly to everyone's surprise and to Debojit's shock, Promila herself cooed at that very moment...
"She used to be my son. But now she is my darling daughter Debosree!'
Debosree felt steam run from her ears and her heart thumped up hard when she saw her mother be so straightforward without hesitation. Pallavi too admired Promila's confidence, wheras Promila in her mind justified her promptness...
"If Shulekha boudi can accept her Bobby son. I can too! I am still her mother!"
"Maa uerrr.........wwhyy did you haave to??" Debosree purred like a whisper to her mother, but Promila admonished with a whisper back...
"Debi, behave yourself! we are already late because of your stubborness and can't you see you have upset Miss Saigal!"
Debosree left her mouth open in a gasp, while Pallavi naughtily cooed to her ex-husband....
"Debu shona! we already pampered you in wearing the silly tshirt and jeans, but for god sake, atleast apply this gloss!"
Debojit looked down to see a fresh pink lip gloss and he hesitated with sweaty palms.....
"Uh Palo...please! I am already too embarassed!!!"
Reema aunty noticed that gloss and then noticed the emptyness on Debosree's lips. She got up from her chair and took the gloss and showed it to the Bobby, pouting..
"You will do as your wellwishers want, okay? Bobbys are not allowed to protest or be pampered!!!"
Debosree shut her mouth when Reema aunty showed eyes full of dominance and a mild agony. While Promila felt a little bad to have an outsider admonish her once-son, Pallavi on the other hand smirked at the scolding of her once-husband and to add some spice to the situation, she cooed with mischeif...
"Um allow me some time to make-over my sister's face a bit!!! you see she was slightly ummm hesitant!"
Debosree gasped and looked at her mother, who didn't say a word. She allowed Pallavi to have her own way and then pouted..
"Pallavi, take Debosre and have his lips and cheeks adorned well for the shoot! I want her to look all ready!!! I have already ignored the lack of a saree!"
Reema smiled when she noticed the sterness of the mother and how she accepted the present reality and spoke to her once-son like her normal daughter.
Once Pallavi took Debosree to the groom room, Reema aunty had a breif chat with Promila.
"I must say Bengali women are so gorgeous!"
"Umm oh thank you so much!" Promila smiled.
"I must compliment you on how you have accepted the reality. I know it's hard as a mother!" Reema cooed again.
"Yes it was hard. But, I am an educated practical woman. Life has to move on and hmmmmm I still love my 'daughter'! "
"Sweet!" Reema smiled and ordered a cup of coffee for Promila, allowing her to take a seat.
In the meantime, inside the Groom-room :
"Pucker your lips shona!" Pallavi smirked with mischeif.
"Palo not too much gloss please!!" Debosree cringed in her mind when his ex-wife applied the gloss well enough for both his upper and lower lips.
"Shutup! I want my sister to look supremely gorgeous!!! So what, if she hasn't wore a saree! Men will kill to just admire you!"
Debosree felt weird ants creeping up her skin when Pallavi just playfully mentioned "Men!" and yet she continued to gloss her lips with a murmering of a random song, but no way could Debosree accept that she was to be a partner for a random man!
"Ah ummmmmm now pull your hair behind your ears! ah yes like this!"
Pallavi caught a tuff of front hair from her ex-husband's forehead and ears and got them behind to make it resemble a feminine hair and then she took out something from her purse.
It shined!
"Whaa...." With a gasp from her deliciously glossed lips, Debosree noticed it was a pair of round earings.
"For you shona!" Pallavi purred in a naughty manner and smirked.
"Wasn't the gloss enough?" Debosree sighed in sadness and anger combined, but Pallavi kissed her cheek and cooed...
"No!!! not enough! Wear the earings or else you know the agencies are not kind to protesting bobbys, right?"
Debosre gulped her spit and remembered when the matron had mentioned stories of Bobbys being sent to brothels and Awful therapic mediums just to be able to comply with whatever was decided for them.
Debosree surely didn't want anything worse happening and she sighed with a pout...."Hmmmph...fine! go on!"
Pallavi smiled and adjusted the earings on Debosree's ears. She was glad that her ex-husband did his thread ceremony long ago when he was a small boy, thus making his earlobes pierced by default.
On the other hand, Promila had such a long gossip with Reema aunty that she almost spilled out the whole story of how her son failed to be a man and then ended up being a Bobby and what amazed her the most that Pallavi decided to stay over and pose as a sister instead of an ex-wife.
"Oh my..... very interesting! your bahu has accepted the reality with a lot of bravery I must say!"
Promila sipped on her last bits of coffee and cooed...
"Uhmm..... well yes. Pallavi is not my bahu anymore, she is also my daughter now. Now I am gifted with not one, but three daughters!"
Reema smiled and noticed that Promila ate just one samosa out of the five kept on her plate. Very politely she cooed..."You haven't eaten much Promilaji!"
Promila for one tiny moment, looked at the samosas and then sighed with a smile, shifting her eyes away from the plate, cooeing...
"Uhm.. oh no, I am fine. Two is good enough for me!"
Reema aunty smiled and clearly decided something in her mind, but she didn't think much on it and even Promila didn't bother to read the lady's face much, but then with a sigh, the matromonial expert looked at her watch and got to the context...
"Promilaji, I hope your so....I mean, your daughter will show up!"
"I trust Pallavi! She will convince my s............I mean, her sister!" Promila finished her coffee and kept in on the plate. No sooner she had finished, both Pallavi and Debosree showed up.
"Oh my Debi! eeeshhh ki mishti lagche toke!!" (How sweet you look dear)
Promila cooed and got up from her chair to admire Debosree's pink lip gloss and the round earings. Infact her hair looked better managed with the excess amount behind his ears, reaching his neck.
"It doesn't really matter Promilaji, that your daughter is not wearing a saree! Afterall, her assets are clearly so visible even in the tshirt and jeans! my my! Such a ravishing angel she is!'
Promila noticed the bulge of the B-cup breasts and the hip and thigh curve through her ex-son's clothes and she blushed looking down, and mentally she had to agree that her son has blossomed to a beautiful woman now.
"Your sister is as gorgeous as you Pallavi!" Reema aunty smiled and Pallavi smirked with a low toned...."I know!"
"Okay then, Manoj and Akash! Please take the ladies to the camera room and do what you are supposed to do!"
"Wait..... the photographers are men??" Debosree felt her heart thump and saw two very handsome men in black polo shirts and blue jeans come upto her and Pallavi, who smirked and laid an eye on her terrified ex-husband.
"C'mmon Debu, let's not keep the men waiting! Time for some Clicky clicks!"
Pallavi purred in a naughty way while Debosree trickled down a sweat bead from her forehead at the thought of male to help her pose for the portflolio, while Promila noticed both photographers were male and she sort of wondered..
"I hope Debu doesn't panic, no wait...he shouldn't.... he is a woman afterall!"
Promila blushed at her own thoughts and just hoped that the shoot would turn out near and successfull, when she watched Pallavi and Debosree follow the men into their respective camera rooms.
Reema aunty smirked noticing the sway of Debosree's ass even within the jeans and then, she looked at a slightly concerned Promila and cooed...
"Relax, Debosree will be alright!"
Promila took a deep breath and cooed softly in her maternal tone....
"Come Debu, your maa has missed you soo much!"
Subosree awed her mouth noticing the breast bulge and the hip width of her dadabhai. Even the thighs were outlined well within the gown, such were Debojit's developed feminine features.
Beside him was the old matron who smiled and greeted all three ladies as Debojit walked inside his house with sheer shame. He didn't look up a single time while he stepped inside.
"She is all your's Didi!" The matron smiled as Promila shivered on hearing 'She' but still managed to smile sheepishly as she put the tika from the thaali on her son's forehead and then kiss on it softly out of motherly love.
The pcchh sound from the motherly kiss somehow made Debojit feel a little better and somehow looking at his shameful expression and his lowered eyes, Promila cooed to Subosree...
"Subu, take dadabhai to your room!"
Subosree who couldn't help but glue her eyes shockingly to her brother's breasts through the gown, just managed to nodd and hold his arm, taking him to her room. While she held the arm, she felt so weird and awed by the feel of her brother's arm. It was silky soft with almost little or no muscle mass.
"Dadabhai's arms were never muscly, but now they are even smoother!" Subosree cooed as she politely took her brother to her room, while Pallavi acted noble by pouting to the older matron..
"Mashimoni, please come inside! have some tea and sweets atleast!"
Promila adored this gesture of her ex-bahu and nodded in agreement and the older matron agreed with a smile.
In the meantime, Subosree made her dadabhai sit on the bed and the young girl couldn't help but touch his shoulder pouting...."D..dada..b..bhai... h..how are..yo you?"
Subosree had a tremble in her voice because although the face was of Debojit, the body resembled a fully fertile woman even though it was covered by a gown. Debojit didn't answer and just kept looking down, pouting atlast...
"I am thirsty....."
A small tremor passed Subosree's heart as she realised a slight change in her dadabhai's voice.
"Oh god, dadabhai's voice changed so much, its so feminine now! Wonder what they did with his vocal chord!"
But Subosree was relieved to hear atleast something from her dadabhai and then, with a tiny tear in the eye, she nodded and rushed out to get some water. While she reached the kitchen, her ears reached a conversation taking place between her mother and the older matron in precise. She slowed her pouring action of the water in the jug and listened.....
"Didi, you took care of my Debu all these days, thank you so much!" Promila cooed helding the hands of the matron.
"Ah that's alright. But you have a lot of responsibility now!" The matron cooed with some apparent mischief in her eyes.
Pallavi made sense of that mischief and she cooed holding the shoulder of Promila..."Maa you must! Debu should be given a good share of saree and blouses and even jewellery!!! or else people will think mean of you!"
Promila bit her lower lip and heaved a sigh. Subosree hated to hear further and rather took the jug of water towards her room, but then she stopped behind the curtains to just peek into the hall, to listen where the conversation headed to.
"She is a beautiful lady didi! such an unblemished fair skin, just like your's!" The matron looked at Promila and realised how much Debojit resembled her mother and she was happy he had been bobbyfied. Promila on the other hand blushed when her son was complimented as a typical woman and then ofcoarse she had to accept the reality and just managed to cooe out..."Oh thank you for that compliment. I feel so weird but alas....Debu is a girl now!"
"Girl?? maa don't be silly. Debu has bigger assets now!!! I envy him!" Pallavi cooed in a naughty manner while the old matron covered her mouth to resist a giggle. Promila suddenly felt proud that her son in the form of a daughter had ripe big breasts and therefore she closed her eyes in a snobbish way and pouted....
"Sure Debu has them big!! as a mother I am proud and this means..."
Promila blushed at what she was about to say and so she stopped, while Pallavi continued to be naughty and she pouted...."So Debu can find a genuine husband in future!! right maa??"
Promila bit her lip again and looked down with deep blushing cheeks and Subosree wanted to bang the water jar on her once-boudi's skull in anger. She had this vision as if Pallavi was an apostle from hell who didn't mind playing with the feelings of her dadabhai even after divorce.
"Bitch!!! why doesn't maa throw her out of the house. She is not even my dadabhai's wife anymore!" Subosree angrily cooed to herself, while she noticed the matron about to say something.
The matron then took the conversation to a different level when she bit on a sweet and munched for a bit, pouting..."Didi, the first thing you should so is to think of a beautiful name for your beautiful daughter!"
Promila sighed and a silence took place in the room suddenly. Subosree waited to see why her mother took this pause and just then to her surprise, her mother bursted out weeping slightly and her head was placed on Pallavi's shoulder.
"Sniff........didi.........I always snifff..........had this wish of..........sniff having a daughter as the first child sniff! god listened to me......... after all these years sniff!!"
Pallavi awed naughtily and added more fuel to the fire by pouting...
"Chii shame to god!! he listened so late to your prayers, sending Debu in a wrong body!!! hmmmmm glad the government did what god couldn't do!"
Promila wiped her tears nodding in agreement while the matron stood up and before she took a leave, she pouted..."Take care of her. She is a precious woman now!"
"We will. Thank you mashimoni for taking care of Debu so far!" Pallavi smiled and escorted the elderly lady outside the house.
"Such a sadist bitch she is!!! chiii she is poisoning maa too!" Subosree cooed angrily for Pallavi and headed to her room. When she reached the room, she stopped with a big awe on her mouth. Her eyes rounded up more.
"Umm dadabhai?"
The gown was taken off and was lying on the floor while Debojit sat naked on the chair studing his new parts. The shocked upset man studied his slender neck first and noticed how smooth and soft it was. His face was the same somehow to a level, but the lower body was certainly not his anymore! It belonged to a ripe woman.
Subosree kept the jug aside and just kept quiet studing how his dadabhai looked at his new female body. The girl had to admit that the figure of his dadabhai belonged to a stunningly sexually attractive woman who oozed sex without a doubt.
Debojit kept feeling his neck in shame and then looked down to his
Breasts! Big B-cupped ones!
Subosree saw in awe at how her dadabhai discovered his new big breasts, feeling their width and the softness of the globes. The young sister covered her mouth in the sheer newness of this whole scenario she was witnessing and Debojit kept his eyes glued on his breasts. His mouth closed but eyes wide open in horror. The room looked silent but more like darkly silent.
In the meantime, Promila hesitated to see her son. Pallavi insisted that she should comfort her once-son and spend some time with him.
"Palu shona, how can I face him?? did you see his eyes. Aw my Debu!!" Promila purred and her breasts heaved with maternal love and empathy.
"Maa please! Debu needs you to comfort him....uhmmm sorry her!" Pallavi cooed.
"I think you are right" Promila purred again, but she stil didn't get up.
On the other hand, Subosree noticed her dadabhai now explore his hips, his navel and the slightly more curvy thighs of his. However the real shock occured when Debojit's eyes lay on his groin area and he had just forwarded a finger when suddenly he eyed Subosree's shocked and awed face on the mirror and he himself became terrified of a second person's presence!
"GET OUTTT!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HEREEE!!!"
Debojit shivered and took a flower vase from the nearby shelf and banged it on the door. To Subosree's luck, she missed from getting hurt and she rushed out of the room. However the sound had made Pallavi and Promila rush to the girl's room.
"Maa....dadabhai needs to be left alone I think!" A frightened Subosree cooed while Promila decided something and cooed...
"Subu let Dada sleep in your room, you sleep with your boudi tonight!"
Subosree hated Pallavi to the core, but somehow agreed because it was surely a better option than to get hurt from her aggressive brother who was likely to have mood swings.
Pallavi and Promila then headed to the kitchen to prepare the dinner, while Subosree left her brother alone and decided to just stay in the hall untill dinner. She then realised she has yet to give the gift from Neelima, but then she realised that the time was not right yet. It was important for her dadabhai to mentally relax first.
In the meantime, Debojit got up from his chair and studied his womanly nude body.
"No........NO!!!!! NO WAY...............GAWDDDD!!!!"
The traumetized man realised he was now a woman and he just laid on his bed with is elbow on his eyes to cover his tearful eyes, not realising that he was slowly drifting off to sleep afterall he was tired from all the mental stress since morning.
The Small Mysterious Dream :
Debojit was currently running in a very isolated forest and that too naked!
His breasts swayed to and fro and his thighs had a slight wobble. He wanted to run away from the world and his face had a mild agony while he ran and ran ahead.
However just then!
He realised he collided with a bark of tree and then he corrected himself...
It was the wide chest of a man...Strong and Robust!
Debojit strangely didn't look upto the man, but a pair strong hands and arms caught hold of his soft feminine spine and hugged him hard. To his own utter shame, Debojit felt new reactions inside his body as he felt the hard chest of the unknown man firmly cling to him and for a few moments, he and the man remained passive untill the feel of a very hard penis knocked on his new jewels.
Surely Debojit realised he didn't have the penis anymore and to his horror the hard rock penis belonged to the man who clung to him but not as a tormenter or a potential rapist, but rather like a protector! Like the knight who showed compassion and care for his damsel.
The unknown man murmered something in a language unknown to Debojit, but he didn't bother with these. He moreover felt a safety and a new sexual awekening with the robust man who hugged him.
The Dream was over in the next moment with chirping of the birds!
'Kaaak kkaaaaaaaaaakkk'
The typical sound of crows who sat by the window pane woke up Debojit who realised it was morning already!
"Uh! weird dream!" He cooed and then noticed a silhoutte near the door.
"W...who is it??" Debojit pouted. He raised the bedsheets to cover his breasts and the person to step in was none other than his ex-wife Pallavi!
"Debu.......good morning!" Pallavi cooed and stepped in to see her ex-husband shamefully looking down, unable to face her eye to eye.
Pallavi didn't mind this gesture and rather she sat next to Debojit, lifting his chin up slowly and to her relief, he atlast looked at her. The naughty ex-wife admired his beautiful face after a long time. She remembered how her sahelis would tease her that jamai babu looked so feminine and now she openly smiled rememering those compliments.
"Eesshhh o maa...... you look so gorgeous Debu!"
Pallavi then ran her palm from her husband's cheeks to down to cope a feel of his slender neck and then to his creamy soft shoulders. She was awed at how much the Bobby operation had changed his body.
"Such a delicate angel hmmmmmmmmm!" Pallavi cooed and pinched on Debojit's cheeks which made him blush with intense embarrasment.
"St...ttop it Palo! I dd....don't feel okay w...with th...this!!!" Debojit looked down and pouted.
"But Debu! you need to get ready!" Pallavi cooed with a latent excitement.
"For what?" Debojit pouted. His heart thumped hard all of a sudden.
"For a small pooja, where you shall be renamed!" Pallavi winked with mischeif.
"Rename??" Debojit wondered.
"Now quickly get ready! None of us had our breakfast yet. We have to fast untill the pooja is done!!" Pallavi pouted and eyed her ex-husband's fresh new breasts which were covered with the bedsheet.
"Hey were you ummmm doing naughty things with your new body Debu?" Pallvi cooed with a mischevious giggle, while Debojit turned a bit enraged and he pouted....
"Shutup Palo! just leave me alonee!!!"
"Amar Shona moni!!! Ki Lajuk re!
Amar Shona moni ki lajuk re!"
(My sweetheart is such a shy angel)
Pallavi teased Debojit with a tone that looked mocking, but more like a play-way.
However, Pallavi got up and forwarded a saree set to her husband, pouting...."Wear this!"
"A saree???? NO WAY! just get out!" Debojit shoved the saree aside and Pallavi just for the sake of the moment, pouted...."Fine, just wear whatever you want and come out! Pondit moshai has already arrived!"
"Urgh gawd!!! what else awaits me!" Debojit pouted to himself and after Pallavi left, he jumped off the bed and got dressed in a simple tshirt and track pants. With a lot of reluctance, he came out and saw the hall been decorated with the typical pooja like atmosphere and he looked at how his mother and sister looked at him.
"Debu come quick!"
Debojit sat with his legs folded with a lot of reluctance and finally after some spoon dips on the fire, the golden question was asked by the pandit...
"Didimoni, what name would you prefer for your newfound daughter?"
Promila happened to sit precisely besides her son and the mother rubbed his forehead with sheer maternal affection for sometime. This rubbing of the forehead made Debojit feel somehow a little better and then however came the real bang!
The new name!
"Go on maa, decide a name for your daughter!" Pallavi cooed in the typical naughty tone. She found this moment very fascinating, while Subosree looked at her ex-bhabhi in a mean way, and then looked at her mother.
A small tension took place in the atmosphere around and then with a heavy sigh, Promila smiled and rubbed the scalp of her bobbyfied son, pouting....
"Debosree! this will be her name!"
Hearing "her" from his own mother made Debojit shiver to the core and he felt more embarrased. The name made him cringe very much!
"Debosree?? urghh!!! a female...... oh god! Is this really happening with me??"
"Oh my! sweet name maa!" Pallavi cooed and deliberately winked at Subosree, who gasped at this audacity of her brother's ex-wife. If there was one person she hated the most, it was her ex-bhabhi!!
"Subu, what do you think? you legally have a new sister now!!" Pallavi cooed with a breif sarcasm in her tone which made her nanad just sigh with a 'hmmph!"
The pandit prayed some inaudible mantras and touched the forehead of Debojit, who sat in a way where he could cover his breasts with his elbows. All of a sudden even the presence of a male pandit made him feel a bit of uncomfortable and Pallavi resisted a cute naughty giggle at that.
Subosree noticed the discomfort of her once-dada bhai and she emphathised with him in her mind.
"Okay didimoni, the pooja has finished. Debosree khoki shall lead a prosperous and a happy life of a worthy woman. I have prayed so to the gods above!"
Promila smiled and rubbed her palm on her now-daughter's head in a maternal way once more, pouting....
"Yes ponditmoshai! My precious daughter Debosree!"
"And my lovely sister Debosree!" Pallavi cooed while passing a naughty smirk to Subosree, who felt a headspin from acknoledging the reality infront of her.
Moments later when the pandit left, Pallavi recieved a call and she excused herself. In the meantime, Debosree felt awful and she shouted to her mom straightaway...
"WHY THIS NAME MAA?? URGHH ITS SO FEMININE AND I AM DEBOJIT!!!! I UHHH AH HMMPH!"
Debosree banged her feet on the floor in a subtle way and Subosree held her shoulder right then, pouting...."Please relax dadabhai!"
"Oh Subo! its your didbhai!!! are you blind?" Pallavi swayed in a casual way and smirked, while Promila sighed and agreed with a soft pout...
"Umm Subu, your Promi didi is right. Calm your didbhai down! she is a little furious!"
"Gawd maa!!!!!! not you too!!" Debosree looked down in defeat, but Promila walked towards her and lifted her chin up, pouting... "You shall be my elder daughter!! ah....god has given me the solace of having the first child as a daughter now! so glad you are as fair as me shona! However, I just wished that...
"The hair was longer and some delicious gloss on the lips and a ravishing saree right maa?" Pallavi purred like a sly cat and she caught hold of her ex-husband's shoulders, shaking him a bit with her words and Debosree has a panic grimace on his face. The word 'saree' shook him with a minor current!
"Um a saree and a long hair? oh ummmm perhaps you are right Palo-shona!" Promila cooed. Her heart bursting with a maternal excitement to see Debosree clad in a saree with red and white bangles.
"Hmmmmmmmmm" Promila was lost in her own world when just then Pallavi did a fake cough 'ehhrrmmm' which made Subosree, Debosree and Promila gaze at her. Just then all of a sudden Promila remembered the phone call interruption and she cooed.... "Whose call was it Palo-shona?"
Pallavi made a deliberate coy gesture and looked down to pout out very softly...... "Reema aunty has called for a ummmmm a photshoot today itself!"
Subosree gasped and Debosree raised an eyebrow. Promila on the other hand sighed with a smile.
"Maa??? boudi is so shameless she is reffering to her second marriage!!! infront of you and..."
Subosree stopped when she by chance laid her eyes on her once-elder brother's bulging breasts through the tshirt. She now hesitated to use the word 'dadabhai naturally!'. But Debosree was shocked! In her mind, she couldn't accept another marriage for his once wife!!!
"Promi??? what the hell are you saying??" Debosree felt hurt, but Promila scolded her now-daughter...
"Debi! behave yourself! she is your sister now!!"
Pallavi smirked with a hand to mouth giggle, while Subosree gasped with her hand raised to her mouth. She noticed a slight aggression in her mother's voice and she just hoped it was her delusion.
"SISTTERR???? MAA!! NO!!! SHE IS MY WI.........."
"Debu sweetie!!! I 'was' your wife and don't go yelling to the world about our marriage!!! you are BOBBY now!!! maa please make her understand!!"
Debosree gasped and his eyes teared up when his own mother pouted...
"She is right Debi! behave like a propper daughter and listen to what your sister has to say!"
Promila stopped all of a sudden. She bit her lip when she noticed the amount aggression in her voice and then she rationalized her own behavior in mind...
"Debojit is gone now. Debosree is my new daughter! I deserve the authority to scold her if I want!!"
Subosree hated this conversation and made a grimace of a face to her ex-bhabhi before leaving the hall with a furious state of mind. Promila ignored her younger daughter and rubbed the shoulder of Pallavi, pouting..."What did Reema aunty say Palo-shona?"
With a smirk, Pallavi began to walk and deliberately she walked around Debosree, pouting...
"Maa, Reema aunty told me if I was ready for the shoot today evening and I ummmm convinced her if I can bring along my sweet sister with me!!! and she AGREED!!!"
Debosree felt irritated from Pallavi's tone and she raised her voice in doubt..."Wait, Subu?? She is too young for marriage!!"
Promila didn't speak a word and just hid a smile as much as she could because she knew the person who was being reffered to and Pallavi then pinched her ex-husband's cheek pouting...
"No Silly girl!!! Not Subu, YOU!"
Debojit felt he could get a potential heart attack and he gasped..."WHAT?? NO WAY!! MAAA??"
The terrified bobby tapped her foot on the ground, but Promila maternally rubbed his head and cooed...."Accept the reality Debi! Me and Palu have sorted a saree for you! make sure you wear it!!!"
"No way I will wear a saree!!!!! what's wrong with you all??? LEAVE ME ALONE!" Debosree sighed with agony and a defeat which he was not willing to accept at all.
"Ummm....maa its okay! She can wear whatever she wants! ummmmmm it's just a shoot afterall!" Pallavi managed to handle the situation and Promila agreed with a half smile. Her mind still a bit enraged on her now-daughter for not obeying her, but she kept this enragement to herself.
Debosree felt a heart thump when she realised she had to go for the photoshoot or else she knew the consequences of a Bobby not complying with rules. She had heared stories from her matron kakimoni at the Bobby cell about the reluctant Bobbys who objected and this made her keep quiet about it.
But the horror didn't cease in her mind...
"A photoshoot for marriage......... WITH A MAN? Oh gawddd!!"
"Take some rest now Debi, I shall be ready to take both you and your sister for the photoshoot and please do a makeover atleast!" Promila sighed and she mentally assured herself that Pallavi will make sure her ex-son behaves well as a female.
Debosree just sighed in gloomyness and Pallavi rubbed her shoulders as she reached behind him, pouting very close to his ear...
"I will maa! I love my sweet sister soooo much!" Pallavi winked at Debosree who blushed deep red with intense embarrassment because the same woman was her wife once and now life took an awful turn.
.....................
Evening, Reema's studio :
"Has Mrs Bhattacharya shown up yet with her daughters?" Reema aunty sipped her coffee and cooed to her P.A.
"Not yet ma'am!' A sweet voice occured from the other side and Reema aunty tapped her fingers while looking at her watch. The studio lights were ready and photographers were tapping their feet and gazing their watches as well.
After a few more sighs from the mature matrimonial expert, a voice finally reached her ears...
"Miss Saigal, sorry to be late!"
Reema aunty sighed with a smile atlast to see not one, but three gorgeous ladies, with the exception of the third and the last female to enter, Debosree who was dressed in a tshirt and jeand and had his hair loose, but not long or cascading enough.
"Wait, Mrs Bhattacharya, I am not familiar with her, who is she?" Reema aunty frowned on Debosree and realised it was a female for sure, but the tomboy look irritated her and Promila too realised how offended Reema was. However before the mature widow could say anything, Pallavi cooed...
"She is my sister!"
"But you never mentioned of a sister before! I suspect that...." Reema aunty who was familiar with Bobbys had just raised an eyebrow when suddenly to everyone's surprise and to Debojit's shock, Promila herself cooed at that very moment...
"She used to be my son. But now she is my darling daughter Debosree!'
Debosree felt steam run from her ears and her heart thumped up hard when she saw her mother be so straightforward without hesitation. Pallavi too admired Promila's confidence, wheras Promila in her mind justified her promptness...
"If Shulekha boudi can accept her Bobby son. I can too! I am still her mother!"
"Maa uerrr.........wwhyy did you haave to??" Debosree purred like a whisper to her mother, but Promila admonished with a whisper back...
"Debi, behave yourself! we are already late because of your stubborness and can't you see you have upset Miss Saigal!"
Debosree left her mouth open in a gasp, while Pallavi naughtily cooed to her ex-husband....
"Debu shona! we already pampered you in wearing the silly tshirt and jeans, but for god sake, atleast apply this gloss!"
Debojit looked down to see a fresh pink lip gloss and he hesitated with sweaty palms.....
"Uh Palo...please! I am already too embarassed!!!"
Reema aunty noticed that gloss and then noticed the emptyness on Debosree's lips. She got up from her chair and took the gloss and showed it to the Bobby, pouting..
"You will do as your wellwishers want, okay? Bobbys are not allowed to protest or be pampered!!!"
Debosree shut her mouth when Reema aunty showed eyes full of dominance and a mild agony. While Promila felt a little bad to have an outsider admonish her once-son, Pallavi on the other hand smirked at the scolding of her once-husband and to add some spice to the situation, she cooed with mischeif...
"Um allow me some time to make-over my sister's face a bit!!! you see she was slightly ummm hesitant!"
Debosree gasped and looked at her mother, who didn't say a word. She allowed Pallavi to have her own way and then pouted..
"Pallavi, take Debosre and have his lips and cheeks adorned well for the shoot! I want her to look all ready!!! I have already ignored the lack of a saree!"
Reema smiled when she noticed the sterness of the mother and how she accepted the present reality and spoke to her once-son like her normal daughter.
Once Pallavi took Debosree to the groom room, Reema aunty had a breif chat with Promila.
"I must say Bengali women are so gorgeous!"
"Umm oh thank you so much!" Promila smiled.
"I must compliment you on how you have accepted the reality. I know it's hard as a mother!" Reema cooed again.
"Yes it was hard. But, I am an educated practical woman. Life has to move on and hmmmmm I still love my 'daughter'! "
"Sweet!" Reema smiled and ordered a cup of coffee for Promila, allowing her to take a seat.
In the meantime, inside the Groom-room :
"Pucker your lips shona!" Pallavi smirked with mischeif.
"Palo not too much gloss please!!" Debosree cringed in her mind when his ex-wife applied the gloss well enough for both his upper and lower lips.
"Shutup! I want my sister to look supremely gorgeous!!! So what, if she hasn't wore a saree! Men will kill to just admire you!"
Debosree felt weird ants creeping up her skin when Pallavi just playfully mentioned "Men!" and yet she continued to gloss her lips with a murmering of a random song, but no way could Debosree accept that she was to be a partner for a random man!
"Ah ummmmmm now pull your hair behind your ears! ah yes like this!"
Pallavi caught a tuff of front hair from her ex-husband's forehead and ears and got them behind to make it resemble a feminine hair and then she took out something from her purse.
It shined!
"Whaa...." With a gasp from her deliciously glossed lips, Debosree noticed it was a pair of round earings.
"For you shona!" Pallavi purred in a naughty manner and smirked.
"Wasn't the gloss enough?" Debosree sighed in sadness and anger combined, but Pallavi kissed her cheek and cooed...
"No!!! not enough! Wear the earings or else you know the agencies are not kind to protesting bobbys, right?"
Debosre gulped her spit and remembered when the matron had mentioned stories of Bobbys being sent to brothels and Awful therapic mediums just to be able to comply with whatever was decided for them.
Debosree surely didn't want anything worse happening and she sighed with a pout...."Hmmmph...fine! go on!"
Pallavi smiled and adjusted the earings on Debosree's ears. She was glad that her ex-husband did his thread ceremony long ago when he was a small boy, thus making his earlobes pierced by default.
On the other hand, Promila had such a long gossip with Reema aunty that she almost spilled out the whole story of how her son failed to be a man and then ended up being a Bobby and what amazed her the most that Pallavi decided to stay over and pose as a sister instead of an ex-wife.
"Oh my..... very interesting! your bahu has accepted the reality with a lot of bravery I must say!"
Promila sipped on her last bits of coffee and cooed...
"Uhmm..... well yes. Pallavi is not my bahu anymore, she is also my daughter now. Now I am gifted with not one, but three daughters!"
Reema smiled and noticed that Promila ate just one samosa out of the five kept on her plate. Very politely she cooed..."You haven't eaten much Promilaji!"
Promila for one tiny moment, looked at the samosas and then sighed with a smile, shifting her eyes away from the plate, cooeing...
"Uhm.. oh no, I am fine. Two is good enough for me!"
Reema aunty smiled and clearly decided something in her mind, but she didn't think much on it and even Promila didn't bother to read the lady's face much, but then with a sigh, the matromonial expert looked at her watch and got to the context...
"Promilaji, I hope your so....I mean, your daughter will show up!"
"I trust Pallavi! She will convince my s............I mean, her sister!" Promila finished her coffee and kept in on the plate. No sooner she had finished, both Pallavi and Debosree showed up.
"Oh my Debi! eeeshhh ki mishti lagche toke!!" (How sweet you look dear)
Promila cooed and got up from her chair to admire Debosree's pink lip gloss and the round earings. Infact her hair looked better managed with the excess amount behind his ears, reaching his neck.
"It doesn't really matter Promilaji, that your daughter is not wearing a saree! Afterall, her assets are clearly so visible even in the tshirt and jeans! my my! Such a ravishing angel she is!'
Promila noticed the bulge of the B-cup breasts and the hip and thigh curve through her ex-son's clothes and she blushed looking down, and mentally she had to agree that her son has blossomed to a beautiful woman now.
"Your sister is as gorgeous as you Pallavi!" Reema aunty smiled and Pallavi smirked with a low toned...."I know!"
"Okay then, Manoj and Akash! Please take the ladies to the camera room and do what you are supposed to do!"
"Wait..... the photographers are men??" Debosree felt her heart thump and saw two very handsome men in black polo shirts and blue jeans come upto her and Pallavi, who smirked and laid an eye on her terrified ex-husband.
"C'mmon Debu, let's not keep the men waiting! Time for some Clicky clicks!"
Pallavi purred in a naughty way while Debosree trickled down a sweat bead from her forehead at the thought of male to help her pose for the portflolio, while Promila noticed both photographers were male and she sort of wondered..
"I hope Debu doesn't panic, no wait...he shouldn't.... he is a woman afterall!"
Promila blushed at her own thoughts and just hoped that the shoot would turn out near and successfull, when she watched Pallavi and Debosree follow the men into their respective camera rooms.
Reema aunty smirked noticing the sway of Debosree's ass even within the jeans and then, she looked at a slightly concerned Promila and cooed...
"Relax, Debosree will be alright!"
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