One day when he came back from office in the evening, he found that the wife was very sad, she seemed to have cried some time back. He tried to question a lot but she didn't say a word. So he went away that day. Next day when he went to her place. She seemed to be waiting for him. She offered him a juice to drink and asked him if he liked to dance. He said he had never danced before. She said dancing would be a way better exercise that going to a GYM and she would teach him to dance. She told him that if he listened well, then we would become very fit and also be able to compete in big competitions. He always wanted to learn dancing like the film stars. So he told her that he was ready.
So from the next day onwards. The classes started as he visited her place each day after office. He would spent two hours learning to dance in Bollywood style. After the two hours she would give him fruit juice to drink and then they would spent hours talking. They would talk about dancing, household, and even her husband. His likes and dislikes were discussed a lot and it seemed without even knowing her husband, he knew him completely. They started watching videos of dancing serials and movie video songs for new dances. One day during watching one of these songs, they saw a guy dancing on a feminine song in a feminine way, completely transformed as a girl. He saw twinkle in his neighbor's eyes. She turned to him and said now the next song would be like this only. She wanted him to learn all kinds of dance forms and dancing in a feminine way meant more fluid and graceful movements. She called him to come early from the office. She said she wanted time to prepare him for the next dance lessons.
So he went early to his office and then came home an hour earlier than usual time. She was prepared for him. She gave him a special cream TO APPLY on whole body and afterwards take bath. He applied the cream all over his body and even his face as he thought it was a winter cream. It was hair removal cream which never left any hair on his body. He liked the smooth and soft skin hw now had. He touched it while drying it with the towel. Afterwards he came outside where the wife gave him a bra and panty to wear. She helped him put on the bra and filled it with tennis balls. She gave him a long hair wig to wear. Then she gave him a salwar suit to wear as it was the easiest of female dresses to wear. After wearing the dress she made him sit down in front of mirror and showed him how to do eye make up and how to apply lipstick. It was time for dance lessons so he was back on the floor learning the routine. She made him dance the most feminine steps. He was a bit uncomfortable in the new clothes. So she told him to keep wearing the dress even after the dance class. She said the more he wore the dress, the more comfortable he will be in the dress.
Soon it became his schedule the moment he went back home from office. He would change into feminine clothes that his neighbor had bought for him and gifted him. Then go to her place for dance lessons. His dance lessons were going fine. Yet she kept telling he lacked the feminine charm and finesse. She said maybe it was because he had not embraced femininity completely. So she asked him to stay after dance classes to learn about being feminine. She would teach him about walking like a girl, sitting like a girl. She got one of her friends to come and teach him about the way a girl moves her hands while talking, how she moves her fingers through her hair to show affection. Her friend even gave him lessons about voice modulation. She trained his pitch so that he even sounded like a girl. This training went for a month. During this month his dress had changed from a salwar suit to saree. As saree was better to learn the feminine charm of a woman. A woman who can carry herself as a lady in a saree has completely identified her femininity. So he had found his femininity and embraced it completely. He had became so feminine that he showed feminine features even in office and home. His office staff could see his painted nails and traces of his eye and lip make up. Once he had even forgotten to take off the bangles until someone pointed it out to him. As he spent entire time in the house living as a woman. He had started to loose all his masculinity. Not going to the GYM meant he had lost all his muscles. Also he seemed to have developed some breasts. He was sure the breast size has increased enough that he did not need to fill the bra to make it fit him. He also had gained mass in his hips and a decrease in waist. When he saw himself in a mirror during bath, he could see a completely feminine hourglass figure. The only thing that showed any trace of his manliness was hidden inside his undergarments.
It had become second nature to him to go to her place everyday and stay there for 5-6 hours. He was there either chatting, training or learning. His entire social life was a standstill as people started to avoid him due to his weird nature these days. So he started spending more and more time in her COMPANY. Suddenly one day she got a bit sick. So he decided to help her. She was adamant about receiving his help initially yet she was very weak. So he had to help her in all the household chores that day. He helped her prepare dinner for her husband. He helped her clean the clothes and the utensils leftover from the lunch. He even helped her clean the house. She taught him how to use a broom to clean the floor, the rags to clean the furniture and foam to clean the glass mirrors. He did all these things while wearing the same saree he had wore when he got home. So when he had completed everything, she told him that he looked like a real housewife performing her duties during the whole time. I don't know why but I really liked to hear her comment. I was happy that all my effort had made her life easier. She was able to rest. So next day onwards he started helping her.
He would wake up very early. He would change from his nightie, which was one of many gifts from his mannerism teacher to celebrate his success, into something more suitable like his favorite salwar suit. He would go to the neighbor's house. Prepare breakfast and tea for the couple. Then he would clean the entire house. After that he would help the husband get ready by preparing his bath, getting ready his lunch box, keeping the clothes he is supposed to wear on the bed. Finally finding the files and wallet for him to take to the office. He did all that without rest and soon out of habit. While at same time he would also give medicine to the wife while serving her breakfast. She seemed to be getting a bit more ill. Yet she would sit and watch Sunil as he followed her instructions.
After doing all his morning duties. Sunil would get ready for his office. He wore the bra the whole time now, as his breasts had started to increase in size and the wife had told him that wearing a bra was the only way to stop them from increasing more in size. He had started to follow her orders without question as he knew she only meant well for him. He no longer questioned her judgement or decision. Even when she told him not go to doctor for his testicle issues as it was normal at his age, for his testicle not to get very hard. She said when he would start having sex again, his testicles would get back to normal. So Sunil did nothing about it. Anyway he was always out of time. After busy morning, his work in the office was very TIRING. Even after office, when he got home. He would have to change into the saree. The wife had asked him to start wearing jewellery also. So he wore few bangles, earrings and a necklace with the saree. Then he would clean the clothes and utensils. He would then practice for the dance. He would then prepare the dinner for all three of them. Give medicines to the wife. Finally settle down talking to the wife. The wife started teaching various other arts like painting, sewing and playing piano. Then Sunil would go back to his place, change again into a nightie and sleep. This became his permanent schedule. With the only exception being the weekends. On the weekends Sunil had to go grocery shopping, paying the bills, dress shopping and shopping for household stuff. He would spend a lot of time window shopping in a female dress shop. He had started to create his own feminine wardrobe as he could not wear the same dresses for long.
Finally the wife gave him the good news that he was ready to appear in a dancing competition. Yet first he should participate in a dance show where he would get into habit of dancing in front of huge audience. She said one of friends had a female dance troop. She had agreed to allow Sunil to participate as a dancer in the group only if he agreed to live and act as a woman the whole time he was with them. It was a all girl dance team so not to make the girls uncomfortable, they were going to be told that another girl was going to join the team. So they changed Sunil's name to Sunita. So Sunita started to go to the team practice as a girl. He started to learn to answer to the name of Sunita. The wife also started calling him Sunita to make it easy for him.
Sunita's dance practice paid a lot of dividends. He was chosen to be the lead dancer of the group. As he was very good dancer and the best looking girl in the troop. Finally after a month in the dance team, he was able to give his first on stage performance as a female lead dancer. He wore one of the most beautiful black dresses which he had chosen herself with the dance team teacher. The crowd had appreciated his performance so much that they even asked him to give a solo performance. His dance team coach announced to crowd that Sunita would INDEEDperform a solo dance for the crowd. So Sunita had to again perform on stage but this time he knew all eyes are only on him as there was no one else on stage to share the space. He danced his best and at the end the applause he got was phenomenal. People were standing at their places while applauding his performance. Tears started coming in his eyes as all his effort had paid off.
The sponsors asked him to join the dance team in the tour for 3 weeks. He could not say no. So he went with them. When he finally returned back home, he had plenty of surprises awaiting him that would change his life forever. First as he was not able to inform in his office about where he was gone for the last month. He had been fired for taking too many leave and absence. He was not concerned as he had decided to make a career in dance although was planning to dance as a male. Yet he got a big shock that the health of the wife had deteriorated completely. She was not able to even leave the bed. He visited her in the hospital. She asked him about the dance competition and the dance tour. Then she told her husband to go out of the room.
She asked him if he thought her as his teacher and that she had taught him well. He had to agree with her on that as she had changed his life forever. She asked him to complete her last request as she knew she was going to die. She had known it for a whole year. He was surprised to heard that, she had been dying but she spent time teaching him. Then she told him why she was teaching him. She wanted him to take her place in her husband's life. She knew he was best placed to help her husband. Also her husband will take full care of him as he had taken care of her. Her husband would never marry again and he was the kind of person who could not live without a wife. She had taught him and tested him. She knew he would make a perfect housewife. He cried on the sacrifice and love between this couple. He could not say no to her. So he promised to live as a wife and take care of her husband.
It has been two years since Sunita has been living as a wife and taking care of her unmarried husband. She continued dancing but as a a dance teacher. She teaches dancing to young children during evening at free time. She has thrown away her male clothes and with it her old male life. She also found that the juice that the old wife gave her contained birth control pills which in turn had HORMONES in them. She instead changed into real female hormones to embrace the real femininity.
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