shefali

I was deeply immersed in my thoughts sitting on the old wooden chair in my single room, which I had with difficulty managed to acquire on rent. Everyone in my village called me Gappu. I was termed as the most intelligent child of his village and was the most popular among the masses in my village. Everybody called me a calculator and praised my skill, as I could compute all the figures, fastest in the village. Nobody could match my skills. This led myself to infer that I was brilliant, and therefore it will be very easy for me to earn money in a city. Provoked by some elderly people that I was fit to become a Babu(accountant), it was for this reason, I came to the city, assuming that it was not at all difficult to get a job, with difficulty and after paying a hefty amount as deposit was able to acquire a small single room at exorbitant rate of rent. Six months had passed by. I had by now experienced that there were more intelligent people in the city. It was simply not possible to get a job as an accountant. But, to return back would simply be foolish and degrading and will have to face humiliation regarding my skill. I soon learnt that it did not require knowledge and skill to get a job, but it was simply manipulation which could get me through. Since six months had passed without anybody recognizing me or my skills, I had been their without a job. Money with me had almost expired. I needed to do something drastic. Once again I started reading the job columns of a day old newspaper. My mind once again was full of prejudice as he saw that almost all the clerical jobs or any post of accountant was advertised only for the fairer sex. How could I apply there. After a moment I threw the newspaper and lay down on my cot just thinking hard about what I could do next. The position was extremely difficult for me. Had I been a girl, I would have got some job somewhere by now, I thought. After all, at all places I went for an interview I found out afterwards that a girl has been employed. My own landlord was a lady and she was also employed as a teacher in a girls school. She earned enough for herself and her old mother. The mother and daughter were staying together in their four room house. The landlady was a divorcee and after her divorce came back to her mother to stay with her. Her mother was more than pleased to see her daughter back. She had been witnessing a horrible time after her husbands death. To make there house more secure, both of them thought it better to rent a room to a man. It would have provided them safety and money. Since they thought I looked innocent. I was able to get the room. I had no problems with my landlady. Laying down for a long time I got tired. To pass my time, I once again took the newspaper in my hands and started reading all the vacancies again. Scrutinizing all the advertisements my eyes stuck down on a particular ad. for the post of an cashier. Though the requirement in the ad was for employment of a girl my eyes got stuck on it because the name of the institution seemed familiar to me. It was a school where my landlady was employed as a teacher. I thought that it would be better if I asked the landlady to help me provide a job. By evening, the landlady was HOME from work. She saw me standing on the main gate of the home. But then it was a familiar sight for her, therefore she ignored me and proceeded to knock her gate. Before the door could be opened up for her I gathered courage to speak to her, I want to talk to you madam. I need some help. I always referred to her as madam because I respected her. She was amazed at the sudden outburst, but hiding her ANXIETY, she invited me in to her home. I followed her to the room and sat down on the chair placed in the very first room. The landlady was called Bansi by her mother. Strange name for a woman, I thought but stayed quite. Bansi went in to refresh herself while I waited. After a while, when bansi, the landlady came back, she had taken off her saree and was wearing just a blouse and petticoat the cleavage was somewhat visible which made her look sexy and inviting.. She sat down just in front and asked me, 'what do you wish to talk to me'. I then explained to her that I desperately needed a job, because my resources had almost exhausted. Bansi was moved. But how can I help you? she asked. I then referred to the ad I had seen a while before and showing it to her, said, You can help me by getting this job. Bansi saw the ad. The ad had been placed by a her own school for a female cashier. How can you ask me help to get this job for you. You are certainly not a girl. So by no means you can be a female. So how did you imagine that I will help you in getting this job. It is not possible, saying this, she refused to help me. But I was in no compromising mood. Its true the place is for a female cashier, but who knows after seeing my working skills and testimonials they may prefer me instead of a girl. May be you are right, said Bansi. After all I am aware of you calculations, how fast you do it. But, I cannot help you. If you think you will be called for an interview, you better try it yourself. That made me upset and I went away disappointed. However, I decided to give a try. The next day I wrote an APPLICATION with my complete bio-data and sent it by post. When the principal and owner of the School, got the application, she was surprised to find out that the application had been sent by a man. In her curiosity she looked at the address as to see from where did she received the letter and was further amazed that the address was familiar. She checked the address in her book and found out that it was of Mrs. Beena or Bansi as we call it in our story. The principal, Ms. Reema Singh at once called for Bansi. When Bansi arrived to meet her she asked her to sit in front of her on the chair placed in the middle of the three chairs and throwing the letter to her asked, What kind of joke is this? After looking to the letter Bansi was furious but she kept her calm and told the entire episode to her principal. After listening to the story the principal was amazed. Though she seemed keen to help me because of my impressive record, the rules of the school came in her way. I am ready to help him but you very well know Bansi that this is a girls school and its administration is managed entirely by us women. There is not a single male person employed in the whole school. If we want to help Gappu we will have to call a meeting and discuss the situation. Bansi felt better. After she left the principal decided to call a meeting of other teachers. Almost all the senior teachers took part. But they were divided in their opinion to employ a man in the school. So it was finally decided that they would call me for an interview and would then afterwards decide the whole issue. So a call letter for interview was handed over to Bansi to give it to me. I was overjoyed when Bansi handed over the letter to me. After all your wish has been fulfilled. You have been called for interview. I wish you best luck. I heard these words but simply went blank in my mind and just stood up there for a while. I appeared before the principal for the interview in a skeptical mood. I had not expected the least that I would be called for it. But pretending to be confident, though nervous I answered all the questions put to me rightly and precisely. The principal and the interviewing Board was amazed at my depth of knowledge in general and about my work. But, after the interview they all said that they would inform me later. After I had left, a discussion erupted among the group that I would certainly be the most eligible candidate for the post, but my gender was a problem because the rules did not allow them to employ me. However after a heated argument it left to be decided by the principal. After a long thought the principal called on Bansi and asked her to bring me along with her to her home in the evening after the school was over. By evening Bansi and I were present before the principal at her home. After some formal talks she said, Gappu, you have impressed us with the interview. We wish to employ you but the rules of our school do not allow a man to be employed. The only solution to this problem is that you will have to change yourself. If you are prepared to work dressed as a girl, we may be able to employ you. So think about it and if you are interested please meet me on Monday in usual working hours appropriately dressed up as a girl in a saree. If you are able to pass off as a girl, I assure you that you will be employed. I could not believe my ears, as to what I was hearing. Here was a job in the offering but I was called upon to compromise my gender. I did not wanted to lose the job as I desperately needed it, so I answered. I will think about it and give you the answer. After I had left the home of the principal with Bansi, I asked Bansi, Madam, will I be able to do it. I do not want to lose the job. After all it is too hard to get another job. Bansi assured me that she will help him in any manner he wanted. After all it was all like a dream for her too. As soon as I reached home with Bansi, she asked me to be with her. I quietly nodded and without a question followed her into her room. The room contained a bed and two chairs with a small table. She asked me to sit on the chairs while she took time to refresh herself. After she had refreshed herself, she sat on the chair next to me and said to me staring in my eyes. What have you thought? Are you giving it a try? I had no answer. I was confused. I sat mum. Sensing my utter confusion, Bansi advised me, I think we must try it at home first. If it works then we shall togather on Monday will go to School. I nodded in approval. After I had expressed my willingness to try, Bansi asked me to have a bath and completely shave of my body. I simply obeyed and it took almost two hours before I came back to Bansi again. Bansi saw me completely shaved without a single strand of hair on my entire body.I looked very clean. You see, said Bansi to me, you men are lazy creatures. How neat and CLEAN IT looks without a strand of hair on the entire body. I think we must now wait until tomorrow, said Bansi. I wore my shirt and trouser and sat there on the chair to have a chat with Bansi as to about how would I try dressing up and what help I required. The next day when Bansi was back home from school and after she had refreshed herself called me. I think that we must not waste time. We must give it a try now. Saying this She asked me to strip naked. I felt ashamed. But I had to do it. After all Bansi was only trying to help me out. So answering in approval I removed my shirt, trousers and the banyan from his body and waited. Bansi then took me to her wardrobe and asked me to choose one of the saris. I was confused but finally I mustered up the courage to select an old sari. Bansi was quick to react. She soon found out a matching blouse and petticoat. But, before I could go on to try a saree the most important thing was the bra. Bansi measured my size and gave me her bra which was a size short than required. Hesitatingly and blushingly I wore it. Due to short size the cups of the bra were filled with the loose chest. It seemed somewhat rounder. But it did not seemed enough. So Bansi placed two handkerchiefs filled with some grain. Now the cups were full and became round. After that I tried on the blouse which was also a size short but I wore it anyway. Bansi helped me to wear a petticoat and draped the sari around me. She then had a good laugh. Are you going to work in the school like this. You look horrible. Something more needs to be done. I saw myself into the mirror. I looked like a drag. But I felt in myself a strong feminine feeling which I am unable to express. I was excited. For the first time in my life I had experienced the feeling of a filled bra, the feeling of a swirling petticoat and the sensation it provided while moving. I wished I could remain the entire day in a sari, but my face was somewhat a disappointment. You need TO APPLY make up. So Bansi did whatever she knew. It took almost an hour to do it. Now its somewhat better with make up and lipstick. But we will need professional help. Said Bansi. I just nodded in approval. So Bansi then called on a beautician and after some arrangement fixed her appointment for me. You need to be ready when I come back tomorrow from work. Yes madam. I replied. I will keep myself ready tomorrow evening. The beautician arrived at noon. She already knew that this work was something never done before by her. So she took it as a challenge. I was all mentally prepared for this change. It took almost two hours and finally the face, nails were done. I saw myself into the mirror. I was simply amazed. The face had changed. From a rough face with all greyness of beard, it was now transformed into a smooth skinned face. Now it was time to wear the sari Bansi had left for me. The beautician at work helped wear me the dress in such a perfection that when it was done, I could not believe in myself. It was a dark green sari with black stripes. The bra seemed full and more shapely done. But still I did not have a wig, ornaments etc. That did not bother me much. Both I and the beautician then waited for Bansi chatting with each other. Barely an hour after Bansi came back from school. She saw me waiting for her with the beautician. Bansi was amazed and excited so much that for a moment she wanted to give me a tight hug with all her might. But she controlled herself, complimented the beautician for her good work. After half an hour when she had changed and all of us had a cup of tea, it was time for them to have some purchases into the market. When I heard that I was to go along with them, I almost froze down. But Bansi patted me on my back, gave me some encouragement and then together all of us went to the market. At the market I never raised my head nor did I had the courage to look at anyone. I was afraid if anyone will find me out. Bansi sensed the fear in me and all along she tried to cheer me by saying how beautiful I looked as a girl. So the entire shopping was for me. A wig was purchased for me, my ears and nose was got pierced, bangles were purchased my size. When we were back my make up was made complete with all the accessories purchased. Final touches were provided. Now after I had worn a wig and ear rings I looked a perfect beautiful girl. I had my dinner also with Bansi wearing the sari. I was so much pleased with the effect that I simply did not wanted to take off the sari even when it was time to retire on to bed. Sensing my excitement Bansi gave me her nightie to wear for the entire night. The next day was sunday. It was weekly off for Bansi. I woke up to find himself wearing the nightie and the bra. I quickly rushed before the mirror. The make up had faded to some extent. while I was consciously looking into the mirror Bansi just entered the room, saw me peering into the mirror and laughed. I turned back to greet her. You need to wear the sari the whole day long today. It will make you comfortable and at ease when we visit the principal tomorrow. Therefore I have brought this sari for you. Though the blouses do fit you somewhat tighter, I wll get them stitched for you once you get the job. So after I had his my shave and bath once again took time for my makeup in a way I had learnt a day before. Though not perfect. I was able to do it in some decent way. The sari was an old one. I had now worn the sari almost three times so this time I was able to do it all by myself. Though not perfectly after I had worn the sari I entered the kitchen where Bansi was getting the breakfast ready. She saw me standing behind her. So you have entered the kitchen too. Are you willing to learn cooking. saying this she gave to me some onions to peel. I took the onions and sat down on a stool laying in the kitchen. Bansi now patted me on my back and complimented, Good girl. When she patted the hooks of the bra dug into my back. But then I loved the pain and the feeling. You will soon be able to find a Mr. right for you. After all you have started showing interest also in cooking. I though rejected Bansi's idea blushingly, I was filled with excitement and fantasy of getting married as a bride. The entire day I remained with Bansi helping her with her domestic duties. Bansi had a good time. Though her mother did help her but most of the work was done by Bansi alone and today she had me to help her. She thought herself foolish. I had been staying in her house for over six months now, but she never dared to ask for help. But now when I was wearing a sari, she has simply no hesitation in giving me orders, and I had simply been obeying her commands. The day was full of joy, excitement both for me and Bansi. Before I departed Bansi gave me a good new sari. You must get ready early morning. We will have to meet the principal tomorrow. That night I could not get a good sleep. Thoughts of impressing the principal just troubled me. But finally after midnight I went into slumber. The next morning was somewhat heavy for me. The anxiousness, excitement of being in a sari and that too for a test really bothered me. I wanted to give my best. So early morning I woke up and started the whole process of shaving, the body all over again. It did not consume much time. After that I sat before the mirror to apply all the make up. It had to decent and light. It took a lot of time. Finally I managed to get the look right. The nails were painted once again. Now I took the bra into my hands which Bansi had helped me purchase my size. My hands were shaking but I had to do it. Once the bra was in its place, the cups were filled. A perfectly sized bra certainly looks better and creates a wonderful effect. The sensation created by the bra was just I never wanted to miss. I then took the petticoat and tied it just below the navel and then it was the blouse. The blouse created a more perfect look of the breasts that I now had. Before tying the sari, I wore my wig. Once the wig was in place, I then started wearing the sari. It took a lot of time since I wanted to do it perfectly. By that time Bansi was already up and was almost ready for school. She was about to have her breakfast but she came into my room. She saw me struggling with the sari trying to drape it perfect. She helped me with the rest of makeup. The effect was good but it became astounding after I had worn my earrings, placed a bindi on my forehead, and wore almost two dozen of bangles in each hand. Before setting off to school I looked myself into the mirror a dozen of times. I then began to realize, why women took so much time to get prepared. They want to be perfect and good looking without any blemish at all. I too had the same feeling. It was now time to leave after some breakfast and a cup of tea. I sat behind Bansi on the scooty she rode and off we went to the school. It was still some time to start. So Bansi took me to the room of the principal and asked me to wait for some time. I had no choice but simply to sit and relax because the principal was not yet present. The school was buzzing with sounds of the girls all around. All the teachers one by one entered the room of the principal, signed in the attendance register and walked out. They were not able to recognize me. So I felt somewhat comfortable. A few minutes later the bell rang and all the students lined up for their daily prayers. I could hear them pray. After the prayers they departed into their class one by one. Suddenly I heard the footsteps of a confident young women coming closer to me. She was the principal. I stood up to greet her but she entered into her office without noticing me. I felt somewhat upset. But then I could do nothing except to sit and wait. After a few minutes the peon an elderly lady came up to me and said, You are called in. My heart began beating fast. But I tried to keep my calm and stood at the door of the Principal's office. May I come in, Madam. I asked politely. Yes, yes I have been waiting for you. Please have a seat. I sat down on the chair placed in the middle before her. I was nervous. The principal said, you have done a great job. I could never imagine that you will look so good. I am just amazed by your dressing skills. I think you have won a place for yourself. You are selected for the job. But you will have to dress up daily and only in a sari. We have provided a dress code for our administrative staff. So you will be given three sets of sari's in a year. I just could not speak anything. The only words that came out of my mouth were thank you. The principal sensing my fear just asked me to relax and wait for the small interval they had after two classes. So once again I sat down on the sofa that lay in her office and waited. After an hour there was a small interval of ten minutes. The principal led me into the staff room where all the teachers had gathered. Seeing the principal they all stood up in her respect. The principal then started speaking in a commanding voice. Dear members of the staff. The senior teachers must be remembering and knowing that we had interviewed a young lad for an administrative post of a cashier. The post was advertised for a lady but since we got an application from a boy we called him for interview and I must admit that he was brilliant. Therefore to test the genuineness of his claim to the post I had laid down a condition that if he will wear a sari and pass of easily as a girl we would select him. Today he has fulfilled the condition. He is now with me and I want to introduce him to you. I hope you all will make him comfortable. Here is This young man. She led me by my hand and then introduced to all the teachers. I just kept my hands folded and greeted them. The principal then again announced. We all are going to address him as Miss Gopika. All the teachers cheered. I was now a girl in their midst and they were going to call me gopika. I loved the name. The principal then led me to the office and showed me my seat. You have to collect the daily cash, provide receipts and after the due time report all to your chief accountant Mrs. Nair. She then introduced me to Mrs. Nair and explained to her that she should treat me as a friend and a junior. After Mrs. Nair learnt that I was a boy her attitude towards me became much caring and loving. Very soon she handed over to me all the receipt books and explained to me the rules and regulations of the work. So I became Miss Gopika. In the evening when it was off I came home with Bansi. She also started calling me gopika. I had been given three sets of sari's which I was to wear daily for work. Bansi insisted that I must wear sari even when I remained at home because that would help to boost my confidence as a girl. She gave me few of her old sari's which she did not wore. I was quick to get used to my job. Mrs Nair was a kind hearted lady and would always advice me when I did something wrong. In her free time she use to teach me the basics of make up and wearing the sari in more elegant way. I used her tips and within a fortnight I did my work, make up and dressing up all by myself. Bansi was pleased with the rapid progress I made. She taught me the ways and mannerisms of a girl. I also learnt by observation. In a month I completely submerged my true identity and I never wanted to live as a boy again. Living as a girl was much better. I became more disciplined and responsible towards my work. The principal was pleased with my work and she had no hesitation in expressing it. It was over a month that I had been working. I had got my first pay and I wished to convey this news to my parents. I had just started writing a letter that I received a message from Bansi. I quickly adjusted the pleats of my sari, slid the pallu on my shoulder and went to Bansi. You have a telegram. I read the telegram. My parents had passed away in an accident while they were on their way to meet me. I could do nothing but to change myself once again. I went to my native village and after I had completed all the formalities of funeral came back. I felt as if I had been left all alone. But then, Bansi was of great help. She helped me out of depression and I started my job once again. In a few days I was normal. Since I had no connections to my village anymore, I sold out my assets whatever I had. Bansi assured me that she will help me in any way she could. Six months had almost passed since I started on my job. Barely for a few days I had the chance of wearing my shirts and trousers. The entire time I lived as a girl. Sari had become my favorite dress and the salary received by me was very much spent in cosmetics, and clothes. Bansi used to take me to school on her bike. So in a way she was always with me. I gradually learnt cooking from her. She also taught me to stitch. I learnt knitting from Mrs. Nair. In fact all the teachers were keen to teach and advise me whenever I needed it. So in six months I learnt a lot about the life as a girl. Girls work very hard and with responsibility. I also acquired the traits. It was time for winter vacation. Christmas and new year were approaching. The students were given a weekly off. But the staff and the teachers had to attend to finish off their pending work. Since there was not much to do most of the teachers would just sit and chat about their children, their husbands. Bansi had very less to speak because she neither had any children nor any husband. She was a divorcee. So she would just slip away whenever other teachers talked about such subjects. Some of the teachers noticed this and felt sympathy for her. One day I also joined them, when one of the senior teacher erupted and said to me, Why have you not married so far gopika. You are such a nice person. The other teachers looked at me. I could not find a suitable person. I said. Well, well said one of them 'Why dont you marry Bansi'. After all you stay in her house and both of you know each other very well. I glanced at Bansi. She was looking at me. I sensed some expectation in her eyes. I will think about it. I replied. But, I have a problem. How can I be a husband to Bansi. I respect her. She has taught me everything about being a girl. It will be very difficult to act as her husband now. I can't do that. The teachers heard my answer. One of them said. Allright, you may be having problems to act as husband. But I do not think you will have any problems to act as her wife. After all she has made you such a beautiful and talented girl. And a gopika must always dance to to tunes of Bansi, Isn't it. The other teachers replied, Yes that will be fine. You can certainly become a bride and accept Bansi as your husband. The words went ringing into my mind. Lord krishna played the flute. The flute is called a Bansi and the gopika's would just dance to the tunes of his Bansi. So the tunes of Bansi in fact became their lord. What a coincidence. I thought. I have become gopika to dance to the tunes of Bansi. I glanced at Bansi. She was looking at me. I just could not look straight into her eyes and turned my face. Bansi knew I was feeling shy. The other teachers also noticed it. They had a good laugh. That evening when I returned home with Bansi, I had a totally different attitude towards her. I just had not the courage to speak to her directly calling her name. I started using the words 'aap' and jee for her. She noticed it. But she seemed to be enjoying it. When it was night time and we were ready to retire, Bansi came to me and said, I wish to talk to you something. I just listened. I am a divorced person, you already know it. After looking towards you I think, I committed the greatest mistake in my life. My husband was also a cross dresser. But, I did not like it and persuaded him not to do any such thing. He just could not control his emotions and therefore that relation ended up tragically. But, now I have started loving you. I do not wish to lose you. But how can I marry you now. I simply have no manly feelings now and I will not be able to satisfy you. I am very much involved in my life as a girl and I do not wish to change myself because I have started enjoying every bit of it. I replied to bansi. But she stood calm and said, This is no problem. If you wish to be a bride then I am ready to accept you as my wife. Think about it and answer me tomorrow morning. Good night now, and she went away. I knew I had no one in life to turn to. So I was ready to be a bride to Bansi. So when morning came the first job I did was to rush to Bansi and said to her, I am ready to marry you, but only as a bride. Bansi heard this. She hugged me with all her might and said, I knew you will not refuse. I felt ecstatic. When I reached the School with Bansi the news spread very fast that I had agreed to marry Bansi and that too as a bride and to become her wife. Did'nt I say, Bansi is a role model of women's empowerment, One of the teacher said. All seem to agree with her. So it was decided. The wedding was to take place in just two days before the school started again. It was going to be a simple ceremony. The wedding was to take place in a temple situated near the school. Bansi informed me of the decision. All the teachers were enthusiastic about it and they took the initiative to take care of my wedding dress, make up and all. The school principal also got involved in the whole affair. The next day was spend purchasing clothes, jewelry and other things. The marriage was fixed for friday. I could do nothing but just watch the whole scene like a dream. Came Friday and very early morning one of the teachers from the staff came to my room. You are still lying gopika, WAKE UP NOW. There is no time to waste. So she took me to the school with her where all the arrangements had already been made. I was rushed into a room and my make up began. It took more than usual time for face make up. For the first time in my life, heena was applied on my hands. After the facial make up, it was time for dress. It was a dark red frilly lahenga choli heavily embroidered with zari.I wore it. The size was almost perfect. I couldn't help myself looking into the mirror again and again. After all I wanted to look the best today. After I had worn the lahenga and choli, it was time for ornaments. I was made to wear most of the ornaments but some of them were kept aloof. It was noon by the time I was ready as a bride. When I walked the lehanga would just rub against my smooth skin and when I would breathe the choli would expand and contract. I just loved the feeling. I also wore a dupatta which was to become my veil. Bansi was there by noon. She was wearing a three piece suit and she had also sported a small mustache. She was going to be my husband. I just loved looking at her small mustache which she had pasted under her nose. It was now time for wedding. I was led to a room in which the idols of Shiva as Ardhnarishwar had been installed. One of the teacher Mrs. Patel became the purohit and chanted verses. Then She asked Bansi to insert the nose ring with the beads in my nose. Bansi did that. You are now accepted as a girl. From now on you will be treated as a girl by all of us. Then I was made to bow before the idol and asked to repeat what the teacher who acted as a purohit was saying. It meant, O lord give me strength so that I may be able to live as girl and get married to a suitable man. After that the havan started. Bansi and I performed the seven pheras in which I vowed to completely surrender to my husband and my husband vowed to take care of all my needs in life. My husband then applied sindoor on my forehead and also tied a mangalsutra. I had been waiting for this moment. After the marraige ceremony was over we had a celebration with lunch in the campus itself. The rest of the time was spent in enjoying, cracking jokes and singing. When it was evening, I was escorted to Bansi's home. My husband accompanied me. We took the blessings of her mother. She was at such ripe age that she had very less vision. She blessed us as a couple. After that we had dinner. After the dinner Mrs. Patel took me to the bedroom. Its every girls dream. She said. You just sit and wait for your husband. I could do nothing but just sit and wait. As I sat on the bed Mrs. Patel pulled my dupatta and covered my face making a veil of it. Do not lift the veil. she said. Its your husband's job. I accepted and she left. I waited for almost an hour. After an hour I heard the sound of shoes stepping into the room. My heart began to throb. My husband entered the room. He took his shoes off. I just did not know what to do. So I just stood up, went near my husband and just touched his Feet. My husband was quick to react. He just lifted me up in his arms and said, Gopika, I love you. You are the most suitable and beautiful girl I could marry. I assure you that I will try to satisfy all your needs as a girl. I felt somewhat easy. The veil was still hiding my face. Bansi lifted the veil off my head. I could not look at my husband. So I kept my eyes and face lowered. My husband lifted my face from the chin and said, you are looking very beautiful today. I was pleased to hear that. Another half an hour just passed away about talking of our future. Bansi then reminded that it was now time to sleep. Bansi kissed me on my forehead and said, wait for the morning. I am going to give you a special treatment. Both of us slept well. But I was woken up when I felt something wet. I found out that it was very early morning and My husband was kissing me. I am glad that you woke up. I am now going to give you the most pleasurable moments of life. He then started pressing me, licking me and kissing me all over the body. I got aroused. I was about to touch his breasts that my husband quickly glided my hands into his trunk he was wearing. Hold it and press it. I found out that it was a ***** made of rubber. Play with it, my husband said. And do not touch my chest. I had to do what my husband said. After an hour of foreplay, when the excitement grew and the love became passionate, I just felt a jerk in my body. My husband was now pressing my breasts and the rubber ***** had penetrated me. In and out going like a piston in a pump. For the first time, I knew how it felt to be a girl. It was painful yet it provided pleasure which I am unable to explain. I just longed for it. The exercise CONTINUED for a long time until my husband was exhausted. I was also exhausted. I just lay down for a few minutes only to see the time that the penetration had continued for almost half an hour. I hope my girl is satisfied, asked my husband. Yes, I am. I said looking gratefully towards him. It was morning time. I woke up and looked outside the window. It was beginning to dawn. I assembled my clothes and the bed in order and rushed into the kitchen to make tea for me, my mother in law and my husband. A new day and a new life for me had begun. When, I got the tea ready I poured it into the cups and was just to give it to my husband I saw that his little mustache was getting out of place. I could not hold back my laughter. I pressed it into its place. Bansi saw it, removed the mustache. I do not need it anymore. Saying this he pulled me back into the bed, hugged me so tight that I gasped for breath, gave me a long kiss and said, get ready we need to get back to work. I stepped into the kitchen to prepare breakfast while my husband sat reading the newspaper. In an hour both of us were getting ready for our jobs. I wore my usual sari which was provided to me by the school and so did Bansi. Bansi tied the hooks of the bra, wore a blouse and was about to drape the sari, when I said, I want to speak to you. Say what you want to, Bansi said. I have accepted you as my husband. But I am witnessing my husband wearing a sari, applying make up and a Bindi. Isn't it strange. Bansi laughed. You are the most lucky wife to have a husband like this. It should not bother you the least, what I am wearing. I was just joking, I said and had a giggle. Soon, both of us were ready for work and as usual I sat on the pillion. I lay my hands on his broad shoulder but Bansi stopped for a second. Do not lay your hand on my shoulder. you are my wife now. Just put your hands around my waist and rest your face on my back. I did it. Now that really makes sense. And together we rode for the school. When we reached the school, the principal called both of us. Both of us entered the principal's room. Aha, that's my good girl. how are you feeling after the suhagraat. I just hung my head and lowered my eyes. So she asked Bansi, You must have used the gift I gave you. Yes, I did it, said Bansi and she was also pleased and satisfied. I then understood that the rubber ***** was a gift from the principal. I am giving you a week off. You may enjoy yourselves. After a few moments, we took leave from the principal. Bansi had planned a tour. Both of us went to a hill station. It was my honeymoon period. As we entered the Hotel room booked for us, Bansi CLOSED the door, caught me from behind and said, Are you enjoying your life? I replied, Yes, with such a loving and caring husband like you any girl would be the happiest creature. Saying this I CLOSED my eyes. Suddenly I felt the hands of my husband caressing my buttocks. The hands slowly glided upwards. I realized, that the game had begun once again. I just let myself loose as Bansi started opening the hooks of my blouse. I was in a blissful state. Life had turned to be a bed of roses for me. I just enjoyed keeping my eyes closed. A new life had begun for me.