रूममेट: भाग ३


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एक हफ्ते बाद

“निशांत, अब जागो भी. तुम्हे ऑफिस के लिए देर हो रही है”, चेतना, मेरे जीवन में नई नई आई हुई इस खुबसूरत सी लड़की ने मुझे सुबह सुबह जगाते हुए कहा. मैंने धीरे से अपनी आँखें खोल कर देखा तो चेतना का खुबसूरत चेहरा मेरे सामने था, जो झुक कर मुझे जगाने की कोशिश कर रही थी. कितनी दमक रही थी वो सुबह की सूरज की रौशनी में, और उसके लम्बे बाल मेरे चेहरे के पास तक लटक रहे थे. नाईटी में चेतना का खुबसूरत चेहरा देख कर मुझे अपनी किस्मत पर यकीन नहीं हुआ और मैं ख़ुशी से मुस्कुराने लगा. इससे अच्छा कोई तरीका हो सकता था भला दिन की शुरुआत करने का?

“हाय! कौन कमबख्त ऑफिस जाना चाहता है …”, मैंने उसे प्यार से अपनी बांहों में खिंच लिया ” … जब मैं इतनी खुबसूरत औरत के साथ यहाँ समय बिता सकता हूँ”. अब मुस्कुराने की उसकी बारी थी. उसने मेरी बांहों से बाहर आने को कोशिश भी नहीं की, बल्कि खुद मुझमे समा गयी. उसके नर्म मुलायम स्तन मेरे सीने से लगकर दबे जा रहे थे. आपको तो पता चल ही गया होगा कि पिछले एक हफ्ते में हम दोनों के बीच काफी कुछ बदल गया था.

“निशु, प्लीज़ मुझे जाने दो!”, चेतना ने प्यार से कहा. कुछ दिनों से उसने मुझे प्यार से निशु कहना शुरू कर दिया था. मुझे भी सुन कर बहुत अच्छा लगता था. आखिर हम दोनों को प्यार जो हो रहा था. “ऐसे कैसे जाने दू, जानू?”, मैंने भी मासूमियत से कहा. उसके पास जवाब नहीं था. उसने अपनी नज़रे झुका ली और मेरे सीने की ओर देख कर शर्म से मुस्कुराने लगी. मेरी बांहों में उसे भी अच्छा जो लग रहा था.

“निशु, मुझे तुमसे कुछ कहना है”, उसने कहा. वो मेरे गले में लगे लॉकेट से अपनी नाज़ुक उँगलियों से खेलते हुए बहुत प्यारी लग  रही थी. “क्या बात है चेतना?”, मैं पूछा.

“पता है हमें साथ में सोते हुए एक हफ्ते हो चुके है. मुझे तुमसे गले लग कर सोना सचमुच बहुत अच्छा लगता है. जब तुम मुझे प्यार से गले लगते हो, मुझे बहुत प्यार महसूस होता है. और हमारा साथ में बिताया हुआ समय चाहे हमारी रोज़ की शाम हो या सुबह, सब कुछ सुहावना लगता है. पर हमने वो चीज़ नहीं की जो उस रात…”, वो कहते कहते रुक गयी. “कौनसी चीज़ चेतना?”, मुझे पता था वो क्या कहना चाहती थी, पर मैं झूठ मुठ का नाटक कर रहा था. “तुम्हे पता है मैं क्या कह रही हूँ!”, उसने उत्साह में कहा. “नहीं तो?”, मैं यूँ ही उसे परेशान करता रहा.

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Roommate: Part 3


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A week later

“Wake up, Nishant! You are getting late for the office”, Chetna, the woman in my life, tried to wake me up in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes. I could see the face of my beautiful Chetna who was bending over me to nudge me from my sleep. She looked radiant in the glorious sun, and her long hair were falling close to my face. Looking at the pretty face in her nighty, I smiled at the beautiful stroke of my luck. There cannot be any other better way than this to start a day.

“Who wants to go to the office…”, I pulled her gently into my arms, “… when I can spend my time with a beautiful woman like you.” It was now her turn to smile. She didn’t struggle to get out of my hold, instead lovingly came into my arms. Her breasts got squeezed against my chest. Needless to say that a lot had changed between us in the last seven days.

“Nishu, please let me go”, Chetna pleaded with love. She had started calling me Nishu since a few days back. That was the nickname she had chosen for me. After all, we were falling in love. “Why should I let you go, sweetheart?”, I asked her innocently. She didn’t have any answer. She cast her eyes down looking towards my chest smiling out of shyness. She too loved to be in my embrace.

“Nishu, I have something to say to you.”, she said. She was playing with my locket, that I was wearing, with her delicate fingers. “What is it, Chetna?”, I asked her.

“You know it has been a week since we both started sleeping next to each other. I really like it when we cuddle together. I love to fell you next to my body. And I really enjoy the time we spend together in the evening, and again in the morning. But we haven’t done that thing since …”, she paused. “What thing, Chetna?”, I knew what she was talking about, and I still asked her feigning ignorance. “You know what I’m talking about!”, she exclaimed. “No, I don’t”, I continued to tease her.

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रूममेट: भाग २


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मेरी कैलिफ़ोर्निया की हवाई यात्रा अब भी काफी लम्बी बाकी थी. मुझे अब भी सालो पुरानी वो रात याद आ रही थी जब चेतना से मेरी पहली मुलाकात हुई थी. सचमुच अद्भुत रात थी वो! पहली रात जब मैंने पहली बार किसी औरत को प्यार दिया था, और मेरी किस्मत ऐसी की वो औरत औरत होकर भी औरत न थी. चेतना मेरा ख़ास दोस्त चेतन था जो साड़ी में लिपटा हुआ किसी औरत से कम नहीं था. “पर क्या इस बात से फर्क पड़ता है कि चेतना वास्तविकता में औरत नहीं थी?” जब दो दिल मिलते है तब ऐसे सवाल का कोई तुक नहीं बनता. आखिर में मैंने जिसे प्यार किया था वो दिखने और व्यवहार में तो औरत ही थी.  प्यार में कोई सीमा नहीं होती और उसका जेंडर से कोई लेना देना नहीं होना चाहिए.  पर यह बोलना आसान है. उस वक़्त तक चेतना से मुझे दिल से प्यार नहीं हुआ था, हम दोनों तो केवल जिस्म की आग में तड़पते दो बदन थे जो एक दुसरे को आलिंगन किये हुए थे. इसलिए यह सवाल मुझे अगले दिन झकझोरता रहा.

अगली सुबह  जब नींद खुली तो देखा कि चेतना अब भी मेरी बांहों में थी. सुबह सुबह उठने पर एक औरत का तन जब आपकी बांहों में आपके तन से लगकर हो, उसकी फीलिंग ही कुछ ख़ास होती है. साड़ी में लिपटी नींद में आँखें बंद की हुई चेतना अब भी सुन्दर लग रही थी. मुझसे बिलकुल चिपक कर सोयी हुई थी वो. मेरी बांहों में ऐसे जैसे सारी दुनिया की चिंता से मुक्त हो निश्चिन्त थी वो. पर चेतना एक साधारण औरत नहीं थी, वो मेरा ख़ास दोस्त चेतन था, जो एक क्रॉस-ड्रेसर था. कल रात मैंने पहली बार चेतन का यह रूप देखा था. और मैंने एक ऐसी औरत के साथ शारीरिक सम्बन्ध स्थापित किया था जो औरत ही नहीं थी. उस रात के बाद की सुबह होश आया तो मेरा दिमाग सोचने पर मजबूर हो गया था कि जो रात के अँधेरे में हमने किया क्या वो सही था?

सुबह उठने पर मेरा नशा उतर गया था. अब हॉर्मोन भी मुझे उत्तेजित नहीं कर रहे थे. चेतना अब भी मेरी बगल में थी, या था? टाइट ब्लाउज में उफ़ कितनी आकर्षक लग रही थी वो. उसकी नग्न पीठ देख कर मेरा मन उसे चूमने को होने लगा था. साड़ी में लिपटी हुई बेहद सेक्सी लग रही थी और चाहकर भी मैं उसे छूने से खुद को रोक नहीं पाया. मेरे स्पर्श से शायद उसकी नींद खुल रही थी. मैं कुछ देर रूककर उस औरत को एक टक देखता रहा. कितनी सुन्दर थी वो!

मेरा दिल दिमाग तो एक सवाल से विचलित था. क्या मैं गे हूँ? आप मेरी जगह होते तो आपको भी ऐसा ही लगता, खासतौर पर यदि आप जीवन भर स्त्रियों की तरफ आकर्षित रहे हो. यह सवाल मन में आते ही मेरा बिस्तर से उठकर भागने का मन हुआ.

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Roommate: Part 2


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Special thanks: We would like to thank Nikkie Dominoes, an amazingly beautiful crossdresser for her pictures in blue saree, used in this story. She reserves her copyright for the pictures. She has a youtube channel with a lovely collection of videos. It’s worth visiting!

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I still have many hours left in my flight before I reach California. I could still vividly remember my hot night with Chetna. Oh, What a wonderful night it was! The first time I ever made love to a woman, and she was not even a woman. Chetna was really a man wrapped in a beautiful saree; she was a man named Chetan who also my best friend. “But does it matter if Chetna were not really a woman?” It should not matter if she behaved like a true woman. Love has no boundaries, and it should not be impacted by the gender of a person. Right?  But we were not in love, at least not until that night. We were just two horny drunk people who jumped into the bed at the first chance. And that’s why, this question was going to bother me throughout the next day.

When I woke up the next morning after that passionate night, the warm and soft body of Chetan (or Chetna) was still snuggling in my arms. The touch of his silky smooth saree felt really good on my naked chest. I was still sleepy as we had barely slept for two hours after making love all night. But after the night, comes the morning. And your mind begins to think about all the things you did in the darkness of the night.

That morning, the effect of alcohol had faded out, and my hormones were not raging anymore. Chetan was still sleeping. “He” or should I say “she”? looked really attractive with her eyes closed. I saw her lying next to me in a bed. She was sleeping unaware how attractive she looked in her tight blouse. I could see her sexy back in her silky blouse with a deep cut; inviting me to kiss her back. What can I say? Her body wrapped in that slippery saree looked so attractive. And I could not avoid touching her lightly all over her body. She moved a little as if she enjoyed my touch, but very likely she was still sleepy. I kept looking intently at this sexy woman who made me a man last night.

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Indian Ladies Club: Part 13


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. Next morning, when these ladies woke up, they all had become women overnight. 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. Sumati and Anjali were now on their way to see Madhurima. Would Madhurima have any solution to the problems these ladies were facing?

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Madhurima’s heaven

The sound of flush came from the bathroom. Sumati came out shaking her saree below her waist. “Uff… using an indian-style toilet in a saree is a nightmare!”, Sumati complained. She was shaking her saree so that the pleats can fall back to the original uniform setting.

Anjali couldn’t stop herself from laughing looking at Sumati’s troubles. Anjali opened her hair bun. She was going to tie her hair on the back using a rubber band. “Looks like your saree is stuck behind!”, Anjali informed Sumati.

Sumati turned around. She realized that while putting on her panties back after using the bathroom, her petticoat and the saree had gotten stuck in it in the behind. Anjali was now laughing out loud. It was a funny situation, as Sumati looked really awkward in that stuck saree. Though funny, a situation like this can be too embarrassing for any woman. Sumati would have to be careful about this now that she is a woman. “I hate this”, Sumati fumed, “… and look, my pleats are not uniform either. I will have to fix it all over again.” Sumati got a little sad. May be she was being a drama queen but her saree troubles were real.

“Relax lady. How many times I have told you earlier that you should use two safety pins to hold the pleats together? One on the top and another a few inches below the waist. Would you remember this now? Come here and I will help you fix it.”, Anjali said. Anjali was still the same, kind, loving, caring and helpful lady. She always had all the good virtues of a woman, even before when she used to be a crossdressing man. She patiently helped Sumati with her saree. “Here you go”, said Anjali as she finished helping Sumati. “Are you feeling better now?”, she smiled and looked directly into Sumati’s eyes. Sumati was now at ease. She nodded and thanked her lovely friend. Continue reading “Indian Ladies Club: Part 13”

Indian Ladies Club: Part 12


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. Next morning, when these ladies woke up, they all had become women overnight. 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. Sumati was going to meet Anjali, her best friend, first time after their transformation.

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Anjali’s ordeal

Sumati woke up early in the morning. She had to get ready to meet Anjali at 8 in the morning. Since that night when Sumati became a woman overnight, Anjali was the only person she could talk to, who herself was going through a similar experience. But Sumati could not understand why Anjali had asked her to wear conservative clothes. If it was some other time, Sumati would have happily worn a saree. But after her bad experience in the office with men yesterday, she was reluctant to wear one.

Sumati checked her wardrobe but all her traditional salwar suits were revealing with a deep back and a cut around the cleavage. She had no other choice, but to pick a saree. She looks elegant in a saree, and she knew that. She picked a dual colored crepe saree. It was a baby pink and white in color. She was getting late. So, she quickly draped herself in a nivi style. She wore a medium sleeve blouse with it. She looked herself in the mirror. She pulled her pallu to cover her head. “Hmm… looks traditional.”, she smiled. More than anything, she was really excited to meet Anjali. After all, Anjali was the only one in this world who could understand what she was going through. She checked her phone to find Anjali’s address. Her home location had changed. This seemed unusual because Sumati was still at the same home, even after her transformation into a woman. She prayed to god that everything was well with Anjali.

Sumati took an auto and arrived at Anjali’s home right on time. The world seemed like a better place in the morning. She got down and paid the auto driver. She picked up her saree pleats with one hand, and started walking towards Anjali’s house. From the outside, it seemed like any normal house with children. She could feel the early morning hustle-bustle going on there. The house appeared very old, as if this house had seen the glorious days in the past, but was in a desperate need for repair.

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Sapna’s caring mother came running behind her with a lunch box. Anjali was now a loving mother.

“Sapna, did you pack all your homework copies?” Sumati heard a voice of a caring mother running behind her daughter. “Yes, mommie. I packed everything.”, said the young cute daughter Sapna who came out of the house carrying a heavy bag on her small shoulders. “Don’t forget your lunch”, the mother said. She came running behind the daughter. She quickly gave the lunch box to Sapna. Mother was none other than Anjali. Anjali was now a mother of a 6 year old daughter! From her looks, she looked like a middle aged housewife. With her disheveled hair, it was apparent that she had a busy morning taking care of her family. Sumati watched this with a smile on her face. Somehow, all the crossdressers dream of becoming a housewife. And Anjali was living that dream now. But it surely was not an easy life.

“Hello, Sumati aunty”, Sapna noticed Sumati standing at the gate. She looked really cute in her school uniform. Those words coming out of a young girl’s mouth fell like sugar in her ears. Sumati bent down and hugged Sapna. “How is my little angel?”, Sumati said as she took out a chocolate from her purse. “Thank you, aunty.”, said Sapna.

“Sapna, it’s time to leave. You are going to miss your school bus.”, said the concerned mom. At the same time, Anjali was happy to see Sapna unite with her Sumati aunty. She smiled looking at them. Sumati used to visit Anjali’s home in the past. Of course, as a man. She knew that Anjali had a daughter, and she would always bring a chocolate for her. But in that past, Anjali was the father and not the mother, Sumati was seeing now. And Sumati used to be an uncle. But the world had changed, for good or bad. Sapna found her other girl friends outside her house, and she walked with them towards their bus stop for the school. They together bid a good bye to the cute little girl.

The happiness was clearly visible on Anjali’s face. She was really happy to see Sumati. And why not? she was her best friend. She hugged Sumati and said, “Wow, you look more beautiful than ever! I am so happy to see you Sumati.” In their short time living as women, they both had learnt how two women hug each other, barely touching each others’ breasts and putting hands on each other’s back. It can feel strange in the beginning when someone’s hand rests on your exposed back in the saree blouse. But these two friends were used to the idea since their crossdressing days at ILC.

“You have no idea how happy I feel seeing you Anjali”, Sumati said as she pulled back from the hug, but still holding her friend’s arms. They both looked at each other intently.

Bahu, we are ready to leave for the temple. We will be back in the afternoon for lunch.”, came a voice of an older woman from inside the house. “That must be my mother-in-law. They are going to a temple to listen to a pravachan (sermon) today”, said Anjali.

An elderly couple came out. They were Anjali’s in-laws. Sumati had never met them before. Because in their earlier life, Anjali was a man who lived with her parents. But things had changed now. Anjali was a woman now living with her in-laws. Sumati quickly put on her saree pallu over her head as a gesture of respect towards elders and bent forward to touch the couple’s feet. “Jug jug jiyo beti (Live a long life daughter)”, said the father-in-law to Sumati. “We hope your wedding preparations are going well.”, the father-in-law said. “Yes, uncle. Everything is going great. I will be going home in two days for the wedding preparations.”, said Sumati like an ideal girl still covering her head. “We will be there for your wedding beti. But now, we must hurry for the temple. We are already getting late.”, said the smiling father-in-law. The couple left walking slowly.

Sumati found it strange that Anjali’s mother-in-law didn’t say much to her. But she was too excited to worry about it. “Come and show me your house, Mrs. Anjali!”, teased Sumati. “Oh sure. By the way, you realized that my mother-in-law doesn’t like you much. Didn’t you?”, said Anjali. Sumati threw her pallu away now that the elders were gone. She was excited and carefree now. “OK. But why?”, asked Sumati.

“Well, in our new life and our new past as a woman, you have been here before. And you came wearing jeans and top the last time. And my mother-in-law being a very conservative woman, didn’t like it. She feels that you will have a bad impression on Sapna.”, said Anjali. “Oh! That explains why you asked me to wear something conservatively. But who cares about her. I want to know everything spicy about your new life.”, Sumati was full of energy.

Sumati got into the house and jumped on a sofa. She was strangely happy about the whole situation. In the past, these two friends secretly dressed as a woman within the four walls of Sumati’s house. They used to tease each other and often role played as devrani-jethani (sister-in-laws). But now, they were out in the real life as a woman. There was not much to hide anymore.

“OK, OK! Soon to be Mrs. Sumati. I will tell you everything. But I have to take care of the house as well. I should do it before my in-laws come back home. So, you will have to watch me do some household work while I tell you everything. You can help me if you want.”, said Anjali. She was beaming with happiness.

“No way! I am not going to help you with any of these chores. I am a working woman, you know! I do enough work as it is. “, Sumati said jokingly. But she was going to help Anjali anyway, and Anjali knew it.

“Let’s begin with the bedroom first.”, said Anjali.

“Wow bedroom stories right in the beginning. I am all ears to hear about your hot steamy nights!”, Sumati laughed.

Anjali stared at Sumati and gave a stern loving look. She said, “No, stupid! I meant that let’s clean up bedrooms first! You naughty girl!”

Anjali’s house was really old. It seemed full of really old furniture. One could easily say that the financial condition of this family was not too good. And it was very clear that Anjali was the only person taking care of this house. But despite all that, Anjali looked like a very loving housewife. Sumati had seen her briefly interact with her daughter and in-laws. She knew that Anjali was now the ideal daughter-in-law. She had a pleasant smile on her face. She was wearing an old saree of satin material. May be, Anjali preferred to wear something like that while doing house work. Sumati could not tell. She was used to seeing her in fancy sarees.

Anjali took out a broom. She slid her hands through her pallu to pulled it up over her shoulder. And then tucked the pallu’s loose end in her waist. With a pulled up pallu, her soft breasts covered in her satin blouse got exposed. But at least this way, her saree was not going to obstruct her in any of her cleaning tasks. Though Anjali was in her homely look without any makeup or fancy jewelry, she looked really desirable. She was the kind of woman who are naturally beautiful. Anjali began to sweep up the room with a broom. Sumati felt a little sad inside looking at Anjali like this. It was because as a man, Anjali was financially well-to-do. That wasn’t the case anymore. She didn’t want to bring out the difficult topic of financial well-being with her friend at the first meeting. She watched Anjali doing the clean up. “Mrs. Anjali, now tell me how does it feel to be a mom? I saw that Sapna really loves you.”, Sumati asked a question which she knew would make Anjali happy. All mothers love to talk about their kids. And Anjali was a recent mom.

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Anjali took out a broom and began sweeping the bedroom. The way she tucked her saree, and held her saree pleats gave her an appearance of a real middle-aged housewife. 

“Oh dear Sumati. You have no idea how wonderful it is to be a mother! The experience of being a mother is so much more rewarding than I ever imagined as a crossdressing man. You know that Sapna had always been a very cute girl. I never had bonded this well with her as her father. But now that I am a woman and her mother, we are so well connected! I really love to do everything for her. Preparing her lunch, braiding her hair, getting her ready for the school, playing with her, and what not. Just like me, she even loves to wear sarees. She always asks me to wrap her in my sarees. But she is too small for those. You have no idea how much time we spend together talking. She really loves her mother. She says that she wants to be like me when she would grow older. You know, the most beautiful part? My love for her has now become unlimited. The mother daughter bond is so sacred and fulfilling, you know?”, said a beaming proud mother Anjali as she continued to broom the room.

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Sumati helped Anjali clean up toys spread on the floor. She began wondering if she wants to be a mother too.

“Yes, I can see that in your eyes!”, said smiling Sumati. She picked up a few toys from the floor and put it in the toy box while Anjali cleaned up the area. Sumati looked at one of the Sapna’s doll intently and wondered if she would ever want to be a mother of Chaitanya’s kid. Of course, she would want to be a mother but that would mean she would have to mate with a man for that! But she was a lesbian who was about to get married to a man. Things were a little complicated for her. “So, have you talked to your husband-to-be about having kids?”, asked Anjali as she cleaned and prepared the bed in her room. Sumati, who was lost in her thought of becoming a mother, was suddenly broken out of her spell with Anjali’s question. “No, we haven’t talked about it yet.”, Sumati replied. It was not an easy question to answer for her.

“If I am guessing correctly, Chaitali is now a man you are marrying. Am I right?”, Anjali deduced. “Yes, Chaitali is now Chaitanya! He is a very sweet man. And his parents really love me. They were here day before yesterday to take me for bridal shopping. I had so much fun with them. I hope you are coming for my wedding. I have purchased really really fancy sarees and a lehenga. You should stand by my side when I am on the stage for my wedding. You know? I never imagined I would ever get to be a bride. I still can’t believe I am going to be a bride soon!”, said Sumati happily. But there was a pause after that.

“Still this all feels so strange Anjali. Living a life of a woman. I am not sure if I should be happy about this.”, Sumati continued with less excitement this time. “I understand what you are going through Sumati”, Anjali said with a caring tone.

“You tell me, how is the life of a housewife? We crossdressers used to dream of becoming a housewife at Indian Ladies Club. And you are now living that dream. Do you like it?”, Sumati was cheerful once again.

Anjali laughed.

“Oh your house is really cold.”, Sumati said as she sat on the bed. She carefully covered her legs with her saree. These two ladies were naturally good at maintaining sarees even when they were crossdressing men. Sumati was really feminine with her gestures and how she handled her saree perfectly. She pulled her pallu to the front with her left hand and put it on her lap to avoid sitting over it. Anjali always used to say that Sumati would be a perfect woman, if she could ever live as one. And today, she was being proved correct. Sumati wrapped herself in her soft saree to get some warmth. The soft crepe material of the saree soon made her warm.

“You haven’t answered my question Anjali”, Sumati said.

“What? About the dream of becoming a housewife? It’s not as glamorous you know? As a wife, I have to cook three meals a day, clean up the house whole day and every day for the rest of my life. And then, I have to take care of my daughter, my husband and my in-laws. And no one acknowledges how much efforts I put into taking care of everything around here, except for my lovely daughter. To be honest, being a housewife, is tough but I love to do it for all the precious moments I get to spend with Sapna. I love being a housewife but not for the reasons, we crossdressers used to believe. It’s certainly not glamorous, but is a rewarding experience.”, Anjali said. She was picking up things scattered around the house and putting it in its correct place. Certainly, Anjali had a very busy life but she looked content. Her life had changed dramatically from that of a working man with a well-paid job to the hard demanding life of a housewife now.

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Anjali had truly adapted herself to become a housewife. She cleaned up the bed and fixed the bed sheets so that Sumati could sit on it. Sumati, who felt cold inside the house, sat on the bed and covered her feet with her saree. Both friends had become the perfect woman.

“You must be hungry, Sumati. I know you haven’t had anything to eat in the morning. Let me get breakfast for you. I have made poha for you. I hope you like it.”, Anjali said to Sumati. “Oh, you don’t have to bother about that Anjali. I am here to see you. Food can wait.”, said Sumati.

“Don’t be silly, Sumati. I can’t forget how many times you cooked food for the people at Indian Ladies Club. Anyway, poha is ready. I just need to serve it on a plate. And that way, we can sit and talk. I will take care of the rest of the clean up later. I have anyway made lunch for the family. So, I don’t have anything else to do but chat with my lovely friend.”

“Are you kidding me? You have lunch ready by 8:30 in the morning? And that too when you had to send your kid to school? How did you manage that?”, Sumati was really curious.

Anjali came back with a plate in her hand. “I wake up 4 in the morning.”, Anjali smiled. “I anyway have to make tiffin for Sapna and her father. He leaves early to his work.”

“May be I should get a week long training from you for how to be a good wife. It will prove to be useful very soon after my wedding.”, Sumati said.

Sumati was surprised how well Anjali had adapted herself to her new life. Anjali would not even had anytime to think about how things had changed since they become women. She would have been required to take care of her family the moment she woke up as a woman a few days back.  Sumati took poha in her hand, and began to eat. “Anjali, this is the most delicious poha I ever tasted!” Anjali smiled feeling satisfied that her guest liked the breakfast.

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Anjali sat across Sumati on a bench. She covered her chest with her saree. She looked tired but content with her life.

Anjali sat across Sumati on a small bench. She was beaming in her saree. She looked like a perfect housewife, and her saree was a perfect companion for everything she did in her home. She sat relaxed with her back touching the rusty wall, raised her right knee to put her arm to rest on it while her left leg crossed below the raised leg. She covered her legs with her saree. She looked a little tired from all the work she had to do everyday, but she was happy. “Living a crossdresser’s dream. Huh?”, she must have thought.

“Anjali. If you don’t mind, can I ask you a question?”, Sumati asked. “Why not? It seems that something is bothering you since yesterday evening. And I think I have an idea what this is about. But go ahead, ask me”, Anjali had a fairly good idea of Sumati’s concern. Afterall, she was in the same boat as her.

“I guess bhabhi (sister-in-law) is now your husband. How is your relationship with him?”, Sumati asked.

“Hmm. So, I guessed it right. I know what’s bothering you.”, Anjali smiled. She paused for a minute. She took a breath as if she didn’t know how to say this. “Sumati, you are my only friend with whom I can share this. I had been waiting to talk to someone about this. And thank god, you are here”, Anjali said. She pulled up her saree to cover her chest. Her satin saree was too smooth and it kept slipping exposing her blouse frequently. She didn’t really mind that in front of a woman, that too Sumati. But it was somehow in her habit to pull it up as soon as her saree would slip.

“Do you remember how your bhabhi was before? … She came from a very conservative family in a small village. She was the most obedient bahu and she used consider me, her husband, as a god. She supported me in whatever I did. She never questioned me whenever I would wear a saree. You know? She came from a background where the culture taught her to support her husband no matter what. She considered this to be her duty as a good wife. And that’s why she never complained even when I, her husband, would occasionally become a woman at night. I never knew what she felt about my dressing habit, but she supported me irrespective of what she thought. And you know, she was not well-educated either.”, Anjali was telling her story.

Sumati who was now relaxed in an environment where she could share anything with her friend, reclined on the bed, listening intently what Anjali had to say. She was carefree here. The fact that her saree was getting disheveled did not bother her here. “Umm”, Sumati nodded her head in acknowledgement of what Anjali had just said. She knew that there was something important Anjali was about to tell.

“Your bhabhi who is now my husband, is the same person, just her gender has changed.”, Anjali continued.

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Sumati reclined on the bed. She was now in a relaxing environment with her good friend Anjali where she could express herself. She had to push her boob inside when it slipped out of her bra.

“What do you mean by that?”, Sumati asked. Sumati’s one boob was coming out of her bra as she reclined on the bed. She had to push it inside with her hand in her bra. Then, she covered it with her saree out of her habit.

Anjali smiled looking at Sumati taking care of her breasts. Then, she got serious and said, “My husband has the same thinking as before. He believes that it is a wife’s duty to accept and support husband in all situations. He believes that it’s my duty to do everything in the house and take care of everyone. He is very different from the kind of husband I was. I used to help my wife whenever I could, but he doesn’t do that. Sadly, our financial condition doesn’t let me hire any domestic help. Between the two of us, I am more educated and qualified to do a job, and he isn’t well-educated. But he and his parents don’t want me to go out and work. They feel my place is at home, and my only job is to clean the house and feed the family members.”, Anjali had tear drops in her eyes but still not flowing.

“This house is barely running because of the pension that we get from my father-in-law, and a little money that my parents send here from time to time. This life is not easy, Sumati. I cannot even fulfill my only daughter’s simple desires.”, Anjali’s voice was shaking. “I work all day at home, and then, at night…”, Anjali stopped. Sumati got up from the bed, and sat next to Anjali. She held her in her arms and kept her head over her shoulder to console her. It was a touching moment, an emotional one, two friends were really bonding and talking about their life. It didn’t matter that they were women now. They were human beings and friends first. Sumati continued to pat Anjali on her back to make her feel better.

“… and at night, … and at night, I have to make myself available to my husband, even if I am tired. I don’t like that Sumati. I don’t! I don’t like the touch of a man. I hate it! But I have to do it anyway”, Anjali’s ordeal was out. She was facing the same problem as Sumati.

Sumati did not know what to say to Anjali. These two lady friends continued to hold each other and hug each other. After a few minutes, Sumati held Anjali’s head by her chin. She looked at her lovely tired friend. And then, she kissed her. Anjali didn’t stop, and she kissed Sumati back. The emotions and passions broke loose. Their soft lips continued to touch each other. Their soft warm bodies got closer to each other. Anjali’s soft satin saree rustled against Sumati’s soft crepe saree. Their breasts were pushing against each other. Sumati’s hands went over Anjali’s thighs and over her waist. That touch sent a shiver in Anjali’s body. They continued to kiss each other passionately. Sumati got more eager. She slipped her hand inside Anjali’s saree and over her saree blouse. She began to massage Anjali’s breasts. Anjali was losing her control and she began to kiss harder. Sumati pressed Anjali’s breasts against hers, and she slipped her hand inside Anjali’s blouse to massage her breasts. The soft touch of their feminine soft bodies were making it all hot. The kiss seemed to be out of this world. They had never experienced anything like that. This all might have happened in less than a minute. And that’s when, Anjali suddenly pulled back her lips. She stopped.

“I can’t do this, Sumati”, Anjali said.

“Why not? I can break my wedding and get out of that relationship. We two can start a new life together, Anjali. We can have Sapna with us too. I will make a living for all of us. We can give Sapna a very good life. Everything will be alright, Anjali. Come, let’s start a life together!”, Sumati pleaded. But she knew Anjali was not going to do this.

“No, Sumati. I like you, and it may seem alright now, but we can’t do this. This is not the right thing to do.”

“What is not right, Anjali? Can’t we live a beautiful life? Don’t we have the right to have a beautiful life?”, Sumati was saying these words but she knew what Anjali was thinking.

“Think about Chaitali, dear. No matter what, she supported you in your dressing. She was your best friend since childhood. She may have become Chaitanya today, but she is the same person you knew all along. Are you going to leave her for these hormone enraged moments? Think about Sapna! What if we don’t get a custody to have her with us? How would she live with her parents separated? I cannot leave my husband, who used to be my supportive wife a few days back. I can’t do this just because her appearance changed and she is a man now.”

Anjali was correct. Sumati realized that. But she couldn’t control her emotions. Becoming a woman has become really overwhelming for her. She started to feel as if the life of a crossdressing man, was much better than being a woman. Tears began to roll on her cheeks. Anjali picked her saree pallu as she wiped Sumati’s tears.

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Sumati got up and fixed her saree.

“Don’t get me wrong, Sumati. I wish I could live my life with you. But it would be wrong of me to abandon my family. Most importantly, I have to think about my daughter. I want her to grow to be an independent strong woman. I need her to learn that a woman’s place is not just confined within the four walls of her home. Do you understand?”, Anjali said.

Anjali looked into Sumati’s eyes, and said, “I want my daughter to be a strong independent woman, just like her Sumati aunty.”  Sumati smiled.

These two friends hugged each other once more, comforted each other with a promise that they will be there for each other and provide them the strength whenever needed. They both held each others arms. Then, the two ladies got up, and fixed their sarees.

“Sumati, I called Madhurima aunty yesterday to tell her that we would be visiting her by 10 a.m. today. We should get ready to see her.”, Anjali said.

Sumati felt a little light hearted now. Expressing their emotions to each other had helped both these friends feel better. Anjali had shown Sumati that sometimes, one has to make some sacrifices. And she was right that Chaitali had been a supportive friend of Sumati since her childhood. She was the only one who knew about Sumati’s crossdressing during her childhood days, and she never told this to anyone. Sumati cannot abandon Chaitali now just because she has become Chaitanya.

“I am going to use your bathroom to fix my makeup. My tears must have ruined my mascara.”, Sumati said.

Anjali smiled at her friend. And she began to get ready to go out as well.

Continued…

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Indian Ladies Club: Part 11


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. After the ceremony, Anvesha went to a late-night party along with Sasha, Soha and a few other ladies of the club. Next morning, when they woke up, Sumati realized that she had become a woman overnight. Anvesha and Sasha experienced the same thing. They thought they were 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. After the crazy night, Sasha ran away with Anvesha. Sasha was visibly shaken, but Anvesha was calm. Anvesha had something vicious going on in her mind.

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Sasha’s predicament

Sasha was still shaken with the new change. She had not yet come to terms with the truth that she was now a complete woman. And that kiss from Anvesha? No doubt, she liked the soft kiss, but there was something about that kiss that made her really uncomfortable.

“I need sometime for myself, Anvesha. All this is happening so soon.”, said Sasha. Sasha covered herself with her saree aanchal. She sat on a sofa, trying to find the comfort and safety, that a saree provides to a woman. She needed the warmth and secure feeling of a saree.

“Take your time dear. But I must tell you this. I am going to enjoy my life as a woman so much! And so will you Sasha!”, Anvesha said excitedly. Sasha looked at her. She couldn’t understand but there was something about Anvesha which seemed like a bad omen. Anvesha had a wicked smile on her face.

“May be I will find this to be a blessing someday. But for now, I need to figure out my life. I have to be in my office in three hours. And I don’t even know if I live in the same apartment I used to live earlier. And what about my roommates?”, Sasha wondered aloud.

“What about your roommates?”, asked Anvesha.

“They were all guys, Anvesha. And they were not crossdressers like us. Unless they have turned into a woman as well, I can’t possibly be living with them.” Sasha looked down at her new feminine soft body. The concern of a woman was clearly visible in Sasha’s eyes. Now that she was a woman, she felt really vulnerable.

“Oh, come on Sasha. You will figure this out soon. Everything will fall into place. Don’t you worry. And even if you have male roommates, that’s not going to be the end of the world. What’s the problem there? You can have a orgy with them!”, Anvesha laughed. Anvesha was a bad girl.

Sasha looked at her with contempt. She could not believe Anvesha was the same girl who acted extremely shy last night, before the ladies of Indian Ladies Club transformed her into a beautiful princess.

“Oh dear Sasha! I was just joking. “, Anvesha said, “And anyway, I don’t want any boy to come near you. I want you to be mine and only mine.”, Anvesha said with suggestive looks in her eyes. Anvesha wanted Sasha to be hers.

“Anvesha, you don’t understand. Without remembering my home situation, how will I manage to change my clothes and go to office? I can’t go to my office in this saree. Neither you and nor I know how to drape it correctly.”, Sasha had a point. She completely ignored the physical advances Anvesha was trying to make.

“Take it easy girl. I am sure we can find something in my closet for you to wear.”, Anvesha came closer and sat next to Sasha. “And I am sure I will enjoy helping you wear something sexy”, said Anvesha as she touched Sasha’s thighs suggestively.

Sasha looked at Anvesha with a surprise. Anvesha was really hitting on her. “Sasha, don’t you know I had been interested in you since I saw you last night?”, Anvesha continued while Sasha was silently watching her.

“How could you have had any possible interest in me, Anvesha? I was a man in saree last night, a man! And you? You yourself were a man in a dress too!”, Sasha tried to resist Anvesha’s advances.

But Anvesha was not going to back down. She was still rubbing her arms over Sasha’s smooth satin saree that slipped over her thighs. “Oh I knew you were a man. But that was not going to stop me from having you. I had eyes on you ever since we met last night at the ILC party. I would have made love with you no matter what.”

“Anvesha, I was a crossdresser. Don’t you get this that I always was interested in girls? And I will always be that way? I would never have made love to you.”, Sasha’s voice cracked as she said this in a trembling voice. Her heart was resisting Anvesha but her soft touch was irresistible.

“Oh you innocent little girl Sasha. Believe me, this has never stopped me from having what I wanted.” Anvesha appeared more and more like a devilish vixen.

“What do you mean?”, Sasha asked.

“Oh dear. Crossdressers want nothing more than being validated as a woman. All they need is a little treatment like a woman and a few drinks. And they will do anything for me. I would have done the same to you. I would have made you feel like a lovely beautiful woman. And in return, you would have bent down on your knees in no time to give me what I want. Do you understand what I mean?” Anvesha winked as she tried to slip her hand in Sasha’s genitals area. Sasha pulled out Anvesha’s hands immediately.

“Why do you think I was getting you drunk last night? Why was I around you all night? I was preparing you for a hot night. You would have been my bitch last night. You might have regretted making love to me after waking up sober the next morning. But I would have already gotten what I wanted!” Anvesha was truly evil with her plans.

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Anvesha, on the right, was trying to split Sasha and Soha at the party so that she could make a move on Sasha.

Anvesha continued to speak, “Last night, I could see that your friend Soha got suspicious of my motives. She was trying to get you away from me. That’s why I had to split you two, so that I could get closer to you.” Anvesha was now touching Sasha’s breasts and slowly caressed them. “But all that doesn’t matter now. Does it? I don’t need to do any of those things now. We both are pretty women now. I like women and so do you. We can make love to each other. No problems there. Right?”, Anvesha laughed.

Sasha could not believe how Anvesha had made a devious plan to get her on the bed. While Anvesha didn’t see any problem in it, Sasha knew that she could never make love to such a wicked woman. No matter how uneasy circumstances were for her now.

“Pardon me please. I need to go to the bathroom.” Sasha excused herself. She didn’t want to spend any more time with Anvesha.

“Oh, sure dear. But don’t forget what I just said. I am the only one who can help you out in this situation.”, Anvesha said nonchalantly. She was playing with the vulnerability of Sasha.

Sasha went to the bathroom and cried.


An auto stopped in front of a building. A woman got off the auto. She was Sasha. She was still wearing the same saree. But she looked fresh. At Anvesha’s home, she had freshened up. She didn’t want to talk to an evil person like Anvesha. So she watched a youtube video in the bathroom to learn how to drape a saree. After a few trials, she got it all right. She looked into the bathroom mirror once, and tied her hair to her liking. She looked beautiful. “Everything is going to be alright”, she said to herself and began to leave for her office. “I will see you today evening here my sweet pie!”, Anvesha had said to her before she left. Sasha felt nauseous with the thought of coming back to Anvesha. She didn’t know where she would be. But she would figure that out later.

As Sasha began to walk towards her office building entrance, she heard a voice. “Sasha! Sasha!” Some woman was calling her. When she turned back, she saw a woman running towards her. Of course, she was Naureen, Sasha thought. Naureen was her colleague, probably the sweetest woman she had ever known in her life. Naureen was an average looking girl, always wearing a simple salwar suit with a big and beautiful smile. Though she was a sweet and simple girl, no guy would ever pay attention towards her due to her plain looks. Every guy would just consider her a “friend” and never anything more. Naureen never minded that. She was too simple to worry about love matters. Not that she didn’t want to ever fall in love. She had her dreams of a prince like any regular girl, but she seemed like such a misfit in the cosmopolitan culture of this city. But she was sweet, very sweet to everyone she knew.

“Naureen!”, there was a big smile on Sasha’s face. She was smiling for the first time since she woke up this morning. Naureen was now standing close to Sasha. She was panting with all the running she had to do. “Sasha, where had you been all night? I was trying to call you but you didn’t even respond.”, Naureen said with a concern on her face, barely able to breath after running.

Sasha looked at Naureen, but before she could say anything, she felt a sharp pain in her head. Her brain was creating new memories of her new life as a woman. And in her new life, Naureen was her roommate. Sasha experienced sudden happiness in that pain. She hugged Naureen tightly. And Naureen, who had no idea what was going on, she hugged Sasha back. She caressed Sasha’s back out of concern.

“What happened Sasha? Is everything alright? And how come you are wearing a saree? I have never seen you wearing anything other than jeans or a salwar suit.”, enquired Naureen.

“Everything is ok, Naureen. Now that you are here, everything is ok.”, Sasha had her eyes closed when she said this, she still continued to hug Naureen.

“I must have given you at least 10 calls last night Sasha. I was really worried. But I am really happy to see you safe.”, said Naureen.

Sasha’s phone buzzed. There was a message on her phone. You have 15 missed calls from Naureen. “Here are your missed calls. I am getting it now.”, Sasha said smiling.

“I bought breakfast for you. I am sure you must be hungry. “, said Naureen.

“Sure I am.”, Sasha smiled again. She held one hand of Naureen, and started walking with her roommate, and her new friend. Naureen seemed like an angel to Sasha. And Sasha was thankful to have this angel in her life.


Sumati’s dilemma

Sumati was heading back home. Usually, as a man, Sumati would have taken a bus home. But today, after what happened at her office, she didn’t feel comfortable riding a bus. She wanted some lonely time in silence. So, she decided to take an auto. The city was bustling with the traffic and the sound of car horns. But Sumati was distant from all that noise. She was lost in her own thoughts. The wind blew her hair over her face, but she didn’t bother to manage it. She was at least tightly holding her saree pallu. It was her first day as a woman at her office. And what she experienced today, millions of women experience everyday. But it was a new experience for her, and not a pleasant one.

This morning, when she woke up, she could still remember the night spent with Chaitanya. She didn’t like making love to a man. But she was engaged to this man, what else she could do? She thought that going to her office would make things easier. She wanted to avoid getting any attention from any man in this world. So, she decided to wear a simple silk saree with a plain look and a bare minimum makeup to go with it. She thought nobody would notice her in the plain look. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Is it possible for a beautiful woman to go on about her day without catching unwanted attention from the prying eyes of men?

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This morning when Sumati woke up, she wore a plain silk saree. She didn’t want to get any unwanted attention from men today. She wanted to look simple.

Sumati was shocked when she saw how men in her office were ogling at her waist or her blouse bust peeping out of her saree. They were not doing this openly but she knew whenever they did that. What surprised her the most was that these were the men who worked with her everyday. She knew them very well as a man. She thought they were  gentlemen. How wrong she was! What disturbed her the most? Ravi, who used to be Sumati’s best friend in office when she was a man, was trying to hit on her. During an official meeting with him, he was smiling at her all the time and indirectly tried to flirt with her. He behaved as if he had never met a woman before. And didn’t he know that Sumati was getting married in less than a month? How could he hit on a lady who was getting married? Sumati began to wonder. She never knew this side of Ravi’s personality.

Turning into a woman was opening a whole new world to Sumati. Thankfully, during the whole day, she found at least two gentlemen in the office. One was the watchman who greeted her with utmost respect that any woman deserves. And the second man was her manager, Sudipto. Like any other employee, she didn’t like her manager much but that was before today. This afternoon, Sudipto walked upto her and said, “Sumati beti,  you don’t look too well today. Why don’t you go back home and relax today? You won’t get much time to relax later with your upcoming wedding.” Sumati felt such gratitude towards him for the kind gesture, and she couldn’t thank him enough. “And don’t forget, I will be coming with my wife for your wedding.”, he said lovingly.

Apart from these rare instances, she didn’t feel good interacting with men at all. She herself felt ashamed thinking about all those times when she herself was a man who would occasionally look at other women, and rate them for their beauty. But in the last two days since her transformation into a woman, she had all these crazy experiences, and there was no one she could talk to about. There was no one she could share what she was feeling inside. She felt really lonely.

But she always had a friend she could talk to about her woman issues. Anjali, her best friend, was always there for her. Sumati didn’t even know if Anjali is still a crossdressing man or she transformed into a woman as well.

Sumati frantically checked her phone address book to look for Anjali’s  number. She was not sure that she would find her number in this new transformed world. She found it. She smiled at the discovery.

“Hi Anjali”, Sumati sent an SMS.

“Hey, my dear Sumati! How have you been?”, there was an immediate reply.

“We need to talk soon Anjali! I need you.”

“Hmm… So I guess this happened with you as well.”

“I am sure what you are talking about. The world has changed around me Anjali. I need to talk to you soon. I need to meet you.”

“Relax Sumati. Please come and meet me tomorrow at 8 in the morning. I live in a different place now. I will send you the address soon.”

“Thanks, Anjali. I miss you dear.”, Sumati texted back.

“If you don’t mind, can you please come wearing something traditional and conservative? I will tell you why when you come here. And relax, everything will be ok.” Anjali had a strange request for Sumati.

“I will. See you soon dear!”

Sumati felt a little relieved. She now knew that Anjali had transformed into a woman as well. Anjali had always been a calm woman, and she had always helped Sumati in need. “Everything wil be ok”, she thought. And then she stared out at the setting sun. She felt a strange comfort. This world would soon start making sense to her.

In the coming parts, we will get to see the life of cheerful Anjali, a revealing meeting with Madhurima, Sumati’s grand wedding preparation, an unexpected twist in the story, and the grand finale. The end is not too far. The story will get intense. There is going to be a drama, and lot more emotions. And will be worth the wait! So stay tuned.

Continued…

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