Story so far: Sumati is the brains behind Indian Ladies Club where men from all walks of life gather together to become the woman of their dreams. Sumati is assisted by her very good lovely friend Anjali in setting up her apartment for the ILC meeting. Madhurima, the senior most member of the club joins them to manage the special event.
Recently, the “ladies” at ILC had welcomed a new member Anvesha through a very special ceremony of her transformation into a princess. Towards the end of that night, Madhurima announced that Sumati will no longer be able to hold ILC events at her home since she is getting married. Thus, ILC meet ups won’t happen until they find a new place. Anvesha went to a late-night party with a few ladies of the club, along with Sasha and Soha. Next morning, when they woke up, Sumati realized that she has become a woman overnight. Anvesha and Sasha experienced the same thing. They thought they are turning crazy. But the world around them had changed, and the world seemed to always remember them as women, and never a man. Becoming a woman was going to bring challenges in their life they never imagined.
“Ding Dong”, the door bell rang again.
Sumati was forced to come out of her admiration for her new found woman’s body, her soft breasts, her luscious lips and really lovely long hair. But more than that, what worried her more is the fact that until last night she was a man, but today everyone in this world sees her as a woman. Even Sumati’s mother now remembers Sumati as her daughter. She does not even remember that she ever had a son.
Sumati was not ready for any more surprises, but she had to open the door. As she walked, she realized that her breasts are not jiggling anymore, now that she was wearing a bra. Sumati finally opened the door. Her younger brother, Rohit, was at the door as her mom had told her earlier.
“Rohit! My dear brother.”, Sumati exclaimed. Of course, she was happy to see her brother. As an elder brother, she had always loved him and cared for him.
“Didi! (Term of endearment for elder sister in Hindi)”, Rohit said excitedly. Of course, Rohit too doesn’t remember Sumati as his elder brother. Now, Rohit sees her as an elder sister. He opened his arms to get a hug from his sister.
Hugging your brother, not a big deal, right? Sumati always used to hug him, but now with her big breasts in between them, she didn’t know how to hug properly. It was a funny situation how awkwardly Sumati hugged Rohit.
“Wow, didi! You have really changed after coming to the big city. Look at you! I never saw you wearing western tops earlier! You look fantastic!”, Rohit said admiringly to his sister.
“Oh yes … I had to adjust to the city lifestyle, brother.”, Sumati said. She didn’t know what else to say. Before she could say anything more, she had another stroke of sharp pain in her brain. “Ouch! My head is going to explode”, she thought.
“Hey, didi. What happened? You don’t seem too well. Let’s get in and seat.”, Rohit took Sumati inside as a caring brother. Sumati looked at him. “Wow, Rohit seems so much taller than me. My height must have reduced after becoming a woman.”, Sumati thought.
Suddenly Sumati had flashbacks of she celebrating Rakshabandhan as a sister where she was tying Rakhi on her brother’s hand. “This can’t be true! I never was a sister. Why is my mind playing tricks with me?”, Sumati talked to herself. She had not realized yet that everytime she experiences a pain, her mind is creating a new past for her new life as a woman, to replace the old past from her life as a man.
“Thank you, Rohit. But I am fine now.”, Sumati said to Rohit, “Tell me brother, how have you been?”
“Oh, didi! I am so excited about your wedding. Being the only son in the family, I had been busy with your wedding preparations, and I am enjoying it.”, he said with excitement.
“Being the only son”, those words struck Sumati’s mind. She still could not believe this was happening. She smiled at him and said, “That’s what brothers are for!”. She was playing her part as a loving sister now, as her flashbacks suggested.
Rohit then took out a box and gave it to Sumati. “Didi, mom has sent this saree for you to wear today when we all go shopping with your in-laws. She said that she knows you are going to love it, and you will look very pretty in it.”
Sumati’s eyes glowed with joy looking at that saree. Ever since she was a kid, she had loved this saree too much. She would love to play around her mom whenever she would wear it. The soft fabric with its silky texture, she could never forget the touch. It brought back all the warm memories about this saree. She had always wished that she could wear it someday. But being born a boy, she could only dream about it. And today, here it was in her hands ready to be worn. And suddenly out of joy, the dormant girl in Sumati woke up. She hugged her brother with joy, gave him a kiss on his cheeks, and said, “Oh dear brother, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me.”
She again looked at the pretty gift from her mom. And she said to Rohit, “This saree is really special for me, Rohit. This is the first saree gift from mom to me. I will wear it on a very special day. Today is not that day. I will find something else to wear today.”
Rohit tried to understand his sister’s feelings. “But you should hurry up didi. Your in-laws and Chaitanya jijaji (sister’s husband) might be coming in soon.”
“OK dear. I will go and get ready.”, Sumati said excitedly. She walked to her bed room to get ready.
Sumati was now looking at her closet filled with women’s clothes of her size. The collection looked really pretty and impressive, but she had no idea of where to look and what to wear today. The situation demanded a saree to be worn. So she started looking at her collection. She will have to walk a lot today in a broad daylight. She must look for something light in color and easy to walk in. She picked a light green saree to wear. At first, the saree seemed a little heavier but from her experience, she knew that it would be easy to carry all day.
She first tried on the saree blouse to see the fit. A woman knows that a good fitting blouse can really provide you the flattering look. Ill-fitting blouse is a strict no no. “Sumati! That blouse looks so sexy on you. Look how nicely it fits over your breasts.”, Sumati said to herself as she admired her in the mirror. She wore a white petticoat. She hoped that the white color will hide in the saree. She could not find anything else to match with the saree. She turned around and watched herself in the mirror again. “Hmm… nice figure Sumati!”, she loved her new body. Next she just spread one end of her saree over the back side of her petticoat. She wanted to check if the white color petticoat will hide under her saree’s color. “Not too bad.”, she thought, “But my god, my waist and my navel are too sexy. I look like an irresistible woman.”
The saree blouse fit perfectly over Sumati’s perky big soft breasts. She loved her look. She wasn’t sure about the white color petticoat. But when she checked it with her saree covering her hips, the petticoat matched well.
“Ding Dong”, the door bell rang again. “My in-laws couldn’t be here so early.”, Sumati thought to herself. “Rohit, can you please check the door?”, she shouted from her bedroom. She couldn’t have come out half dressed. “Yes, didi.”, said Rohit.
Sumati tried to pay attention in getting ready. Her mind was sending her really mixed signals. On one hand, she was loving getting ready in her new body. On the other hand, she was a little annoyed with the fact that she was getting ready for her in-laws, people she didn’t even know. The thought of marrying a man made her cringe. But she had to at least continue this role for a day or two before she could understand what was going on. She might later figure out an excuse to get out of this wedding.
“Welcome, Chaitanya Jijaji! Where are your parents?” Sumati could hear Rohit speaking to a newly arrived guest. “So, Chaitanya, my husband-to-be is here”, she wondered who this person might be. “Oh, my parents will be here in about half-an-hour. Is your sister ready?”, Chaitanya said to Rohit.
Sumati could not hear clearly what the two men were talking outside in the living room. She kept checking herself in the mirror as she got ready. She wanted to look beautiful. She didn’t know why. A woman need not have any reason to look pretty. It just makes her feel good about herself. “Hey beautiful!” Sumati heard a manly voice from behind her.
She was definitely not expecting someone to walk into her room while she was getting ready. She had not even covered her blouse with the saree yet. She was still wrapping it below her waist. She quickly grabbed her saree to cover her front of the blouse with both of her hands, the way you would expect from any woman when a strange man walks into her room. “Why are you in my room? Don’t you know you should knock before entering someone’s room? Don’t you have any shame?”, she shouted at the man. She was really furious.
Sumati kept checking herself in the mirror as she got ready. She couldn’t be more excited to tuck in the pleats below here sexy waist and sexy navel. She loved it.
Sumati was extremely furious. She was shaking as she tried to cover her bosom. She felt threatened by this man. “Come on, Sumati. It’s me. Chaitanya! In less than a month, all barriers between us will end, and I will never be required to knock. So why not start that a little earlier.”, Chaitanya the stranger said. He was smiling. For him, he was talking to his soon to be wife.
Sumati was still afraid of this man. Her heart was beating faster. She was panting. She looked carefully at this man. And soon she realized that Chaitanya is probably the same girl Sumati was going to get married to, when she was a man. At least the face looked similar. “Oh my god, she is probably Chaitali, who has changed into a man! I am going mad. What’s happening to me? Why is my world changing so much?”, Sumati cried inside. She felt that sharp pain again, and this time, the flashbacks showed her how she used to play with Chaitanya who was a boy and she was a girl, during her teens. Her new past had been created. In this new past, Chaitanya had always been a man. And Sumati had always been a girl, his good friend since childhood.
The pain in Sumati’s head was getting worse. There were so many flashbacks coming at her at once. Her saree that she was holding in her hands fell down on the floor. She tried to hold her head with her hand. But soon, Sumati collapsed and was about to fall. Thankfully, Chaitanya was there to get hold of her in time. Sumati was lying in the arms of Chaitanya. Her hair were almost touching the floor. She soon realized that she is in the arms of a man. She looked at him, his face, his eyes, his big dark lips and his light beard. He was smiling and holding her lovingly. But Sumati? She felt disgusted being so close to a man. What could have been the most romantic moment in any couple’s life, seemed repulsive to Sumati. She pushed him away as she took control of herself. “Stay away from me!”, Sumati was being ungrateful.
Chaitanya backed away quietly, and said to her, “Sumati, I know that we had been best friends since childhood, and our relationship is changing with our upcoming wedding. It is true that we will become husband and wife. But I will never forget that you are my best friend first and wife later.”
Sumati was stunned listening to him. Her new past in her brain was telling that it is true, she and Chaitanya had been the best friends. She kept looking at him.
Chaitanya looked into her eyes and said, “Tell me onething, Sumati. You had always been a little tom-boyish, a little less girly than any other girl in our town. You always used to physically fight with me and tried to beat me. Will you continue to do that to me? I think it will reflect bad upon me if my wife would beat me.” He was smiling as he said this.
“I cannot promise that Chaitanya.”, Sumati said. Suddenly, she was calmer and mild in her tone towards Chaitanya. She then said, “Please wait outside. I have to get ready before your parents arrive.” Chaitanya left silently. He was happy he was getting married to his best friend.
Sumati got ready soon. Now, she had a reason to look pretty. She did not know if she would marry Chaitanya. But she wanted to look beautiful for her best friend. She finally looked into the mirror for her final “How do I look?” pose. And she looked gorgeous.