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Priya is a tomboy but her parents restricted her. When she come to our home she started to wear my clothes and my sister helping her, since we are just children my parents not tell anything. But my sister teasing me Priya wearing your clothes why can't you wear her clothes, and I feel embarrassed. Then both my mother and aunty got one idea to dress Priya as Krishna and dress
me as Radha, I told I will not wear but my mother told it's just for fun and no need to worry since you are a 10 year child. They dress Priya in my silk dothi and toplesss and some jewelers of Krishna and tie her hair and put one peacock feather and give her flute, she is looking like Krishna and then they started for me my sister is very interesting in it and started to give her ghagra choli and dress me in it my mother put lots of bangles and jewelers to me my sister
started to Bride my hair and put one duppatha on my head and adjust it with pins then they do
my makeup and put one bindi earrings necklaces all to me, Priya come to me and pull my hair and I said it's paining and my sister told it's common for us Radha don't worry and laugh. I feel very embarrassed. But my mother come and told no one should tease my bueatiful daughter. Then again my sister start to laugh.
Then they take us to photo shop where they take our photo, me as Radha and my aunty daughter Priya as Krishna finally I went to home and remove everything and go to room and start to cry, my sister come and told not cry, I told her you make me feel embarrassed she told she will not do more and kiss my forehead, after when I go down every one laughing I ask why then my mother told you still want to be my daughter dear, I told no why then my mother told then why are wearing Priya bindi on your forehead then my sister come and told he wants revenge, since Priya wearing his clothes he wants to wear her clothes, then my mother told there is nothing wrong and laugh then Priya come with her one chudidar and give to me until I go to my place back you
wear all my chudidhar, kurtha leggings and duppatha it's all your and everyone start laughing,on that time I Holiday I completely dress as a girl and my mother teach me cooking and cleaning and washing clothes etc and my sister enjoy the company of me in her work and she and Priya teasing me more. But once Holiday over and my father return everything comes to normal. I come back as boy once again but inner somewhere that Girly feminine things is just born, I
become teenager, I started to look like macho man and playing sports but inside me that feminine
girl also slightly growing, I feel the some time when ever I saw bueatiful girl my eyes goes to her dress and her hair and my heart telling me to wear that dress have long hair like her but again I told to it no I am a boy and started my boyish activity try to be macho naught but it's fake.
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Radhika (Monday, 21 August 2017 14:00)
The girly attitude become more and once I saw my sister friend she is very Feminine Girly girl she is always wear bangles and long hair and she dress and talk more feminine whenever I saw her my girly things grow but I always teasing my sister friend for being so Feminine and show in front of her I am macho.
One day is my sister friend birthday and she come to our home in saree and she looking so beautiful, my eyes goes to her saree but try to be a boy and pull her pull and wish her happy birthday she treats me as her bother also and don't mind, my sister told her your saree is very bueatiful please give me I will also try it once. Next day my sister brought that saree to home and in evening both my sister and mother went outside, i started to see old photos and saw the photos where I dress as Radha and Priya dress as Krishna and remember all that Holiday days, suddenly
I went to my sister room and open that Saree and stared to try it. I wear my sister bra and panty and petticoat then I wear blouse and stared to wear saree I try hard to wear properly I finally wear it nice.
Then started to put bindi earrings jewelers necklaces bangles of my sister and mother and trying to Bride my long hair but suddenly some one is hold my long hair and started to brided it then I Trun back and saw my mother, sister and her friend my sister and her friend started to laughing more but my mother told them don't to laugh my cute little son sorry daughter will get scared, then she Bride my hair and told you are grown up dear you become Man from a boy we need to celebrate your mature function, hearing that I started to cry and both girls started to laugh, my sister friend come to me you always teasing me for being feminine but you are more Feminine then me see you looking so pretty soft doll and bueatiful in my Saree actually it's look more suitable to you then me, then my sister join her welcome to Womanhood Radha, my sister friend look my sister in crazy look then my sister explain all to her, then both my sister and her friend teasing me more.
My mother told me we need to go to village where my aunty and her daughter priya is there, where Priya is working in agriculture land like a man of home and now you become mature and begin your Aunty daughter she needs to give gift to you a half saree and saree and you need to
wear it and we celebrate half saree and saree mature function of you that in that village. hearing that my sister friend told I also want to see this function because he is looking more bueatiful in saree and half saree. Hearing all I am getting very scared how can I handle that tomboy priya and this girls my sister and her friend when I am wearing Saree and all traditional rules to be performed for me for my mature function.
I am wearing a pink saree with matching half sleveless blouse , with red bra. Today is very special, it is makar sankranti. I have to do puja for my family. Priya has to do puja to BHUUMI ma for more agriculture production and good harvesting for rest of the year . So all men of village are busy in land worshipping. They are wearing white dhoti with white banyan and white turban on their heads, their moustaches looks beautiful on their dresses. Priya is no more different than other village men, she was looking more handsome in the attire compared to other men. Girls were dying to see her knowing well that she is a girl. I am feeling jealous and lucky to have her. All the women in the village were decorated saree and looking like goddesses
and pleasing personality. Children were playing happily. More over working heavily in fields has
given a definite look to Priya. Her bulging bicep are 15 inch without flexing and 18 inch omggggg when flexed. Thinking about her gives me goosebump in my peeticoat. Her 6 packs abs are attractive, I want to touch kiss it and sleep on it for rest of my life.
Priya heard the news we have arrived in her home and I am wearing a saree. She came running to home. Seeing my mother she touched her feet for Ashirvad. My mother seeing her in the attire ,” Ayushman bhava, sata putra janak bhava, beer bhava, dirghayu bhava”. My sister was teasing me. I was blushing showing fake anger to my sister and mother. I asked mother,” Why you never gave me that Ashirvad, you gave it to Priya. She is a girl”. My mother, sister laughed. Mother told,” Look at Priya, she is more manly man in this area. She alone can protect us from goons, dacoits, distasters and Rapist. Are you man enough. You are so delicate and look at you , in Saree you are looking more beautiful than other girls. Even your sister is not as half much as beautiful compared to you. Boys of villages are drooling over you. Your naval is teasing them.” I looked towards other side, found two village guys are rubbing their tools inside pants seeing my navel. I covered my navel with saree and tucked it into petticoat. The guys
seeing Priya left as fast as possible. Mother again said,” look at your attitude and dress. Who will
protect you from the rowdy world, the dark intentions of guys. You will need Priya, who will hold your hand with strong grips, in market. Save your dignity. She can protect me and your sister. She is more financially stable and have a good sense of humour.”. Priya was smiling , I was fuming in fake anger. In my mind I have already accepted Priya as my PATNI PARAMESWAR. Yes Patni Parameswar as society norms she is a girl and i am a boy. But she will be my Pati Parameswar. Mother left inside home. Priya with a smile winked at me. I was in a naughty mood wanted to do some mischievous things. I went smilingly , swaying my hips as much as possible , holding my choti in my hand , playing with itself, one hand on my thin waist, adjusted my saree so Priya can see my navel and glimpse of blouse full of breast. I went to Priya
, i could not see her eye to eye, i was just dying of shame. Omg what will i do, Blushing heavily.
Priya showed me her bicep by flexing it. I was mood to do something naughty. I was wearing high heels. I came close to her body , her eyes fixed on my navel , tummy and breast. I saw this opportunty, used my force with my heels to her feet and run inside the house. Priya felt an sharp pain. Before she can subsidy pain i was inside house and went to kitchen where a lady in age of
55 and a girl age of 16 preparing some dishes. I did not know them. It was a surprise what i knew later. Priya came running inside the house and went ti kitchen , but my mother and lady working in kitchen scolded her , as it was a festival and no man was allowed inside kitchen. If anything required they can call . I showed my tongue to Priya. She burst into laughter.
After finishing dishes, the lady and girl returned to living room. I thought them as maid . But their wearing style was ellegant. The lady has a heavy bossom. Full blouse and red saree a big bindi on her head, mangalsutra was inside blouse and sindoor on her forehead. Her tummy was little bit fleshy but attractive and buttocks were very heavy and swaying largerly. Due to heavy buttocks she was was walking slowly. Her earings are heavy and making sound. She was wearing payals on anklets which were making nice sound when she moved around.The girl was wearing lehenga choli of peacock colour, her navel and lower part of tummy and waist was visible. She was wearing bangles and ear rings. But both are light not big. She was very agile, but not wearing any anklets. A little black bindi was enhancing beauty. Both lady and girl have dark red lipsticks. Before i could interact with them mother came into room and told me to visit the farms. I asked my sister to go with me. Mother told no your sister will remain in house as
there are some important jobs in house. I could not predict which important job , i did not bother about it. I asked mom with whom i will go to farms. Mother pointed to Priya. Ohh God. I felt earth is being swept from beneath my feets, i was dying in shame anger. Today is my last day, what will I do. Priya gave a happy nod to mom and looked with a mischevious eye to me. I told mom i am not feeling well. Mom scolded me .” No excuse today. Today is a festival. Through out the year the ladies serve their men who work hard in fields to support the family . Today is the day ladies go to see the farms , a happy family bonding moment for life , get love of their husbands repect from others”
I said OK. Priya came forward lifted me on her hands , cradled me towards the bullet she was riding. My sister whistled and the lady girl giggled. She was the kind of woman that always survives in horror films. Fearless, bold,adventurous, strong, resourceful, intelligent, and highly unconventional.Mom was smiling. Mom warned Priya no touching and hurting me. Priya replied with thumbs up. She put me in front of bullet , my face was on her back and i closed my eyes. Priya started bullet and ride through farms. i inched back to the passenger seat as she sat down in front of him at thehandlebars. She fired up the ignition with a roar before looking over her shoulder tosay, "You're gonna have to hold on to me. I promise not to bite. Yet."i leaned forward and put arms around her waist as the bike began to move. She
could feel my heart beat faster against her body. I must be a little nervous about
what the on-lookers are thinking, she thought to herself. As she picked up speed, she moved her head back against the side of my head.
"You know what they call that seat?" she said into my ear. "The bitch seat."
She felt my pulse rise a little more and a big devilish grin came across her face.
"Ha ha ha," I said sarcastically. "Maybe I have a better vantage point back here?" Raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit, she replied, "That may be, but don't forget that
this ride has an end and you don't know what that end is gonna be yet!" I thought what other villagers will think. I opened my eyes found other women sitting behind their husbands bike and
doing naughty things like light kissing on their hubby’s back, pinching their shoulders giggling, but their faces partly covered with veil. To my releif a newly wed couple was sitting as i was
sitting, so my shame slowly faded away.
Priya was driving silently, she was grinning but not uttering a single word.At the farms
she showed me how farming is done, met me with workers and their wives. The wives assembled in a group and gossiping about something. They have came with foods they have prapared for
the festival. They shared the food. We ate happily, slowly the breeze flowing over the river was giving me excitement. I missed mother nature staying in city. I do not know when i started
feeling asleep . when i woke up i found my head on shoulders of priya, we are sitting on river bank. I adjusted my pallu and hair. It is afternoon. Priya lifted me cradled me and gave a ride on
a bullock cart to home, she did not come with me. I was looking for her touch, her breath, her biceps, six pack abs. She stayed on farms.
I had arrived home, i had not met with aunty from morning. I asked my mother whereabout aunty, she told that she will come in evening . mom asked me about farms workers family. I replied sheepishly as my heart was beating to see priya.my stomach was full of
butterflies. I was feeling hungry , but satisfied. I thought this is love people talking about. I slept without changing my saree. It was a little bit sweaty, but did not bother me. I slept like a log. It was evening, mom woke me up and told me to change a new saree and freshen up. The middle aged lady led me to bathromm, shaved me perfurmed me. I was wearing a tight bra , and strings panty. She tucked my penis inside panty. I was given a maroon coloured petticoat with a matching half sleeve backless blouse. She tied the only string on my back. I was wondering why
she chose a sexy blouse. I called mom i will not wear this blouse. Mom scolded to wear whatever she has given. I wore a red saree and my face was covered with pallu. I was wondering why. In evening all women and girls above 18 but unmarried covered their faces with pallu. Married women wearing big nose ring, ear rings and anklets with mangalsutra for being their marriage symbol and sacred devotion towards husband. Young ladies covered their faces and wearing chuudi only nothing else. I wore 12 12 bangles, they were heavy. All family moved towards playground of village. Partition were there for men and women. In women partition there were also divided between married women and unmarried women above 18 years.A big pandal was there with prizes on it. A high pandal covered with sands also there beside the pandal. It was kushti competition , many wrestelers were coming from through out india.
Now a middleaged man with strong body announced beginning of the competition. Each match was elimination round. To my surprise i found PRIYA within the wrestlers. I almost fainted imagining what will happen to Priya, all are males except her bigger than her. But she was as cool as cocumber . with begining Priya fought with ease and stared to advance into final.
Her other opponent was a giant man og 6ft 6 inch and large bicep than Priya. I was almost crying and praying God not to harm Priya. Final fight started.Priya was finding diificulty to handle bigger opponent. Figth was match between equals. In 6th round Priya overcome her opponent and crushed him into ground. With a large smile and victorious pose she was looking for audience. Audience clapped their hands and chanting “PRIYA” “PRIYA”. Girls sighed and giglling about themselves and taking Priya name. One girl said to others it does not matter to her whether she is a girl she wants to marry her. I felt insecurity within myself..
In prize given ceremony the middleaged muscular man awarded 5lakh rupees and a trophy to Priya. Priya being humble donated the rupees to village college fund and told to start a wrestling wing in village. She took the mike said,” I Priya , born to this pious village swore to keep its name till i live on the earth. For me money is nothing. I announce here i want a special prize present here. I want to confess love to a special person who is here. I want to spend time with the person rest of my life through sorrow and joy”. Men cheered, boys clapped and whistled, girls giggling and shying. Priya came down to podium and from the gathering she spotted me, took my hand and declared to crowd this is my love and i want to marry. All villagers agreed , and girls were fuming with anger, some started to sob , some started crying. Then priya took me in her cradle and started walking through the crowd towards home. I was covering my face with pallu and dying in shame. She told crowd to leave her alone, and crowd left her. On her path she did not speak any word neither do I. I was thanking God for giving me
such PATNI PARAMESWAR/ PATI PARAMESWAR. She kept me in home and went towards her own room. I went to kitchen .
It is 9.00 pm. Still i have not seen my aunty. I with middle aged lady and young girl arranging foods in dinner table. At that time door bell rang. My sister opened the door. To my surprise the middle aged man in kushti ceremony came. The lady and girl fell into his feet. I also fell to seek ashirvad. Man went to a room, changed to shorts and banyan. I was thinking how unkown person entered others house and using their dress. The man came to dinner table. OMG he is not a man but a lady, she is nobody but my aunt. I am surprised. My jaws kept opening. Her figure is as much as Priya. Like mother like daughter. Priya came with shorts and tshirt. My
mom and sister were wearing shorts and tshirt. I have never seen my mom in this attire, her
breast pointing out from tshirt. We finished dinner without a word. After dinner the old lady took food fro Shremoye utensil of aunty. Nothing was coming to my mind, what is happening. My
aunty came to me and told everyone to gather in drawing room to discuss something urgently. All gathered immediately. Aunty smiled at me and told she will clear everything doubt from my mind.
In the drawing room Aunty came with dhoti and nothing on top. So is Priya. To my surprise mom and my sister also came on shorts and nothing on top. Due to wrestling and heavy lifting Aunty and Priya’s breast were reduced size with perky nipple. But mom and sister’s naked breast was keeping me uneasy. I was looking to ground. Aunty hold my face and told to look everyone at ease.
me as Radha, I told I will not wear but my mother told it's just for fun and no need to worry since you are a 10 year child. They dress Priya in my silk dothi and toplesss and some jewelers of Krishna and tie her hair and put one peacock feather and give her flute, she is looking like Krishna and then they started for me my sister is very interesting in it and started to give her ghagra choli and dress me in it my mother put lots of bangles and jewelers to me my sister
started to Bride my hair and put one duppatha on my head and adjust it with pins then they do
my makeup and put one bindi earrings necklaces all to me, Priya come to me and pull my hair and I said it's paining and my sister told it's common for us Radha don't worry and laugh. I feel very embarrassed. But my mother come and told no one should tease my bueatiful daughter. Then again my sister start to laugh.
Then they take us to photo shop where they take our photo, me as Radha and my aunty daughter Priya as Krishna finally I went to home and remove everything and go to room and start to cry, my sister come and told not cry, I told her you make me feel embarrassed she told she will not do more and kiss my forehead, after when I go down every one laughing I ask why then my mother told you still want to be my daughter dear, I told no why then my mother told then why are wearing Priya bindi on your forehead then my sister come and told he wants revenge, since Priya wearing his clothes he wants to wear her clothes, then my mother told there is nothing wrong and laugh then Priya come with her one chudidar and give to me until I go to my place back you
wear all my chudidhar, kurtha leggings and duppatha it's all your and everyone start laughing,on that time I Holiday I completely dress as a girl and my mother teach me cooking and cleaning and washing clothes etc and my sister enjoy the company of me in her work and she and Priya teasing me more. But once Holiday over and my father return everything comes to normal. I come back as boy once again but inner somewhere that Girly feminine things is just born, I
become teenager, I started to look like macho man and playing sports but inside me that feminine
girl also slightly growing, I feel the some time when ever I saw bueatiful girl my eyes goes to her dress and her hair and my heart telling me to wear that dress have long hair like her but again I told to it no I am a boy and started my boyish activity try to be macho naught but it's fake.
#333
Radhika (Monday, 21 August 2017 14:00)
The girly attitude become more and once I saw my sister friend she is very Feminine Girly girl she is always wear bangles and long hair and she dress and talk more feminine whenever I saw her my girly things grow but I always teasing my sister friend for being so Feminine and show in front of her I am macho.
One day is my sister friend birthday and she come to our home in saree and she looking so beautiful, my eyes goes to her saree but try to be a boy and pull her pull and wish her happy birthday she treats me as her bother also and don't mind, my sister told her your saree is very bueatiful please give me I will also try it once. Next day my sister brought that saree to home and in evening both my sister and mother went outside, i started to see old photos and saw the photos where I dress as Radha and Priya dress as Krishna and remember all that Holiday days, suddenly
I went to my sister room and open that Saree and stared to try it. I wear my sister bra and panty and petticoat then I wear blouse and stared to wear saree I try hard to wear properly I finally wear it nice.
Then started to put bindi earrings jewelers necklaces bangles of my sister and mother and trying to Bride my long hair but suddenly some one is hold my long hair and started to brided it then I Trun back and saw my mother, sister and her friend my sister and her friend started to laughing more but my mother told them don't to laugh my cute little son sorry daughter will get scared, then she Bride my hair and told you are grown up dear you become Man from a boy we need to celebrate your mature function, hearing that I started to cry and both girls started to laugh, my sister friend come to me you always teasing me for being feminine but you are more Feminine then me see you looking so pretty soft doll and bueatiful in my Saree actually it's look more suitable to you then me, then my sister join her welcome to Womanhood Radha, my sister friend look my sister in crazy look then my sister explain all to her, then both my sister and her friend teasing me more.
My mother told me we need to go to village where my aunty and her daughter priya is there, where Priya is working in agriculture land like a man of home and now you become mature and begin your Aunty daughter she needs to give gift to you a half saree and saree and you need to
wear it and we celebrate half saree and saree mature function of you that in that village. hearing that my sister friend told I also want to see this function because he is looking more bueatiful in saree and half saree. Hearing all I am getting very scared how can I handle that tomboy priya and this girls my sister and her friend when I am wearing Saree and all traditional rules to be performed for me for my mature function.
I am wearing a pink saree with matching half sleveless blouse , with red bra. Today is very special, it is makar sankranti. I have to do puja for my family. Priya has to do puja to BHUUMI ma for more agriculture production and good harvesting for rest of the year . So all men of village are busy in land worshipping. They are wearing white dhoti with white banyan and white turban on their heads, their moustaches looks beautiful on their dresses. Priya is no more different than other village men, she was looking more handsome in the attire compared to other men. Girls were dying to see her knowing well that she is a girl. I am feeling jealous and lucky to have her. All the women in the village were decorated saree and looking like goddesses
and pleasing personality. Children were playing happily. More over working heavily in fields has
given a definite look to Priya. Her bulging bicep are 15 inch without flexing and 18 inch omggggg when flexed. Thinking about her gives me goosebump in my peeticoat. Her 6 packs abs are attractive, I want to touch kiss it and sleep on it for rest of my life.
Priya heard the news we have arrived in her home and I am wearing a saree. She came running to home. Seeing my mother she touched her feet for Ashirvad. My mother seeing her in the attire ,” Ayushman bhava, sata putra janak bhava, beer bhava, dirghayu bhava”. My sister was teasing me. I was blushing showing fake anger to my sister and mother. I asked mother,” Why you never gave me that Ashirvad, you gave it to Priya. She is a girl”. My mother, sister laughed. Mother told,” Look at Priya, she is more manly man in this area. She alone can protect us from goons, dacoits, distasters and Rapist. Are you man enough. You are so delicate and look at you , in Saree you are looking more beautiful than other girls. Even your sister is not as half much as beautiful compared to you. Boys of villages are drooling over you. Your naval is teasing them.” I looked towards other side, found two village guys are rubbing their tools inside pants seeing my navel. I covered my navel with saree and tucked it into petticoat. The guys
seeing Priya left as fast as possible. Mother again said,” look at your attitude and dress. Who will
protect you from the rowdy world, the dark intentions of guys. You will need Priya, who will hold your hand with strong grips, in market. Save your dignity. She can protect me and your sister. She is more financially stable and have a good sense of humour.”. Priya was smiling , I was fuming in fake anger. In my mind I have already accepted Priya as my PATNI PARAMESWAR. Yes Patni Parameswar as society norms she is a girl and i am a boy. But she will be my Pati Parameswar. Mother left inside home. Priya with a smile winked at me. I was in a naughty mood wanted to do some mischievous things. I went smilingly , swaying my hips as much as possible , holding my choti in my hand , playing with itself, one hand on my thin waist, adjusted my saree so Priya can see my navel and glimpse of blouse full of breast. I went to Priya
, i could not see her eye to eye, i was just dying of shame. Omg what will i do, Blushing heavily.
Priya showed me her bicep by flexing it. I was mood to do something naughty. I was wearing high heels. I came close to her body , her eyes fixed on my navel , tummy and breast. I saw this opportunty, used my force with my heels to her feet and run inside the house. Priya felt an sharp pain. Before she can subsidy pain i was inside house and went to kitchen where a lady in age of
55 and a girl age of 16 preparing some dishes. I did not know them. It was a surprise what i knew later. Priya came running inside the house and went ti kitchen , but my mother and lady working in kitchen scolded her , as it was a festival and no man was allowed inside kitchen. If anything required they can call . I showed my tongue to Priya. She burst into laughter.
After finishing dishes, the lady and girl returned to living room. I thought them as maid . But their wearing style was ellegant. The lady has a heavy bossom. Full blouse and red saree a big bindi on her head, mangalsutra was inside blouse and sindoor on her forehead. Her tummy was little bit fleshy but attractive and buttocks were very heavy and swaying largerly. Due to heavy buttocks she was was walking slowly. Her earings are heavy and making sound. She was wearing payals on anklets which were making nice sound when she moved around.The girl was wearing lehenga choli of peacock colour, her navel and lower part of tummy and waist was visible. She was wearing bangles and ear rings. But both are light not big. She was very agile, but not wearing any anklets. A little black bindi was enhancing beauty. Both lady and girl have dark red lipsticks. Before i could interact with them mother came into room and told me to visit the farms. I asked my sister to go with me. Mother told no your sister will remain in house as
there are some important jobs in house. I could not predict which important job , i did not bother about it. I asked mom with whom i will go to farms. Mother pointed to Priya. Ohh God. I felt earth is being swept from beneath my feets, i was dying in shame anger. Today is my last day, what will I do. Priya gave a happy nod to mom and looked with a mischevious eye to me. I told mom i am not feeling well. Mom scolded me .” No excuse today. Today is a festival. Through out the year the ladies serve their men who work hard in fields to support the family . Today is the day ladies go to see the farms , a happy family bonding moment for life , get love of their husbands repect from others”
I said OK. Priya came forward lifted me on her hands , cradled me towards the bullet she was riding. My sister whistled and the lady girl giggled. She was the kind of woman that always survives in horror films. Fearless, bold,adventurous, strong, resourceful, intelligent, and highly unconventional.Mom was smiling. Mom warned Priya no touching and hurting me. Priya replied with thumbs up. She put me in front of bullet , my face was on her back and i closed my eyes. Priya started bullet and ride through farms. i inched back to the passenger seat as she sat down in front of him at thehandlebars. She fired up the ignition with a roar before looking over her shoulder tosay, "You're gonna have to hold on to me. I promise not to bite. Yet."i leaned forward and put arms around her waist as the bike began to move. She
could feel my heart beat faster against her body. I must be a little nervous about
what the on-lookers are thinking, she thought to herself. As she picked up speed, she moved her head back against the side of my head.
"You know what they call that seat?" she said into my ear. "The bitch seat."
She felt my pulse rise a little more and a big devilish grin came across her face.
"Ha ha ha," I said sarcastically. "Maybe I have a better vantage point back here?" Raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit, she replied, "That may be, but don't forget that
this ride has an end and you don't know what that end is gonna be yet!" I thought what other villagers will think. I opened my eyes found other women sitting behind their husbands bike and
doing naughty things like light kissing on their hubby’s back, pinching their shoulders giggling, but their faces partly covered with veil. To my releif a newly wed couple was sitting as i was
sitting, so my shame slowly faded away.
Priya was driving silently, she was grinning but not uttering a single word.At the farms
she showed me how farming is done, met me with workers and their wives. The wives assembled in a group and gossiping about something. They have came with foods they have prapared for
the festival. They shared the food. We ate happily, slowly the breeze flowing over the river was giving me excitement. I missed mother nature staying in city. I do not know when i started
feeling asleep . when i woke up i found my head on shoulders of priya, we are sitting on river bank. I adjusted my pallu and hair. It is afternoon. Priya lifted me cradled me and gave a ride on
a bullock cart to home, she did not come with me. I was looking for her touch, her breath, her biceps, six pack abs. She stayed on farms.
I had arrived home, i had not met with aunty from morning. I asked my mother whereabout aunty, she told that she will come in evening . mom asked me about farms workers family. I replied sheepishly as my heart was beating to see priya.my stomach was full of
butterflies. I was feeling hungry , but satisfied. I thought this is love people talking about. I slept without changing my saree. It was a little bit sweaty, but did not bother me. I slept like a log. It was evening, mom woke me up and told me to change a new saree and freshen up. The middle aged lady led me to bathromm, shaved me perfurmed me. I was wearing a tight bra , and strings panty. She tucked my penis inside panty. I was given a maroon coloured petticoat with a matching half sleeve backless blouse. She tied the only string on my back. I was wondering why
she chose a sexy blouse. I called mom i will not wear this blouse. Mom scolded to wear whatever she has given. I wore a red saree and my face was covered with pallu. I was wondering why. In evening all women and girls above 18 but unmarried covered their faces with pallu. Married women wearing big nose ring, ear rings and anklets with mangalsutra for being their marriage symbol and sacred devotion towards husband. Young ladies covered their faces and wearing chuudi only nothing else. I wore 12 12 bangles, they were heavy. All family moved towards playground of village. Partition were there for men and women. In women partition there were also divided between married women and unmarried women above 18 years.A big pandal was there with prizes on it. A high pandal covered with sands also there beside the pandal. It was kushti competition , many wrestelers were coming from through out india.
Now a middleaged man with strong body announced beginning of the competition. Each match was elimination round. To my surprise i found PRIYA within the wrestlers. I almost fainted imagining what will happen to Priya, all are males except her bigger than her. But she was as cool as cocumber . with begining Priya fought with ease and stared to advance into final.
Her other opponent was a giant man og 6ft 6 inch and large bicep than Priya. I was almost crying and praying God not to harm Priya. Final fight started.Priya was finding diificulty to handle bigger opponent. Figth was match between equals. In 6th round Priya overcome her opponent and crushed him into ground. With a large smile and victorious pose she was looking for audience. Audience clapped their hands and chanting “PRIYA” “PRIYA”. Girls sighed and giglling about themselves and taking Priya name. One girl said to others it does not matter to her whether she is a girl she wants to marry her. I felt insecurity within myself..
In prize given ceremony the middleaged muscular man awarded 5lakh rupees and a trophy to Priya. Priya being humble donated the rupees to village college fund and told to start a wrestling wing in village. She took the mike said,” I Priya , born to this pious village swore to keep its name till i live on the earth. For me money is nothing. I announce here i want a special prize present here. I want to confess love to a special person who is here. I want to spend time with the person rest of my life through sorrow and joy”. Men cheered, boys clapped and whistled, girls giggling and shying. Priya came down to podium and from the gathering she spotted me, took my hand and declared to crowd this is my love and i want to marry. All villagers agreed , and girls were fuming with anger, some started to sob , some started crying. Then priya took me in her cradle and started walking through the crowd towards home. I was covering my face with pallu and dying in shame. She told crowd to leave her alone, and crowd left her. On her path she did not speak any word neither do I. I was thanking God for giving me
such PATNI PARAMESWAR/ PATI PARAMESWAR. She kept me in home and went towards her own room. I went to kitchen .
It is 9.00 pm. Still i have not seen my aunty. I with middle aged lady and young girl arranging foods in dinner table. At that time door bell rang. My sister opened the door. To my surprise the middle aged man in kushti ceremony came. The lady and girl fell into his feet. I also fell to seek ashirvad. Man went to a room, changed to shorts and banyan. I was thinking how unkown person entered others house and using their dress. The man came to dinner table. OMG he is not a man but a lady, she is nobody but my aunt. I am surprised. My jaws kept opening. Her figure is as much as Priya. Like mother like daughter. Priya came with shorts and tshirt. My
mom and sister were wearing shorts and tshirt. I have never seen my mom in this attire, her
breast pointing out from tshirt. We finished dinner without a word. After dinner the old lady took food fro Shremoye utensil of aunty. Nothing was coming to my mind, what is happening. My
aunty came to me and told everyone to gather in drawing room to discuss something urgently. All gathered immediately. Aunty smiled at me and told she will clear everything doubt from my mind.
In the drawing room Aunty came with dhoti and nothing on top. So is Priya. To my surprise mom and my sister also came on shorts and nothing on top. Due to wrestling and heavy lifting Aunty and Priya’s breast were reduced size with perky nipple. But mom and sister’s naked breast was keeping me uneasy. I was looking to ground. Aunty hold my face and told to look everyone at ease.
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