Misc. Erotica The Big Fat Two-State Wedding (Complete)

[Mintu08]

Chapter 15

Kolkata, Oh Calcutta! Restaurant :

Promila and Pallavi book a table where they could freely be themselves and indeed the delicious food made them somehow open up more to each other. Promila opened her heart to her once-bahu! 

"I remember when Debu, his father and me came here for the first time. He was small, sitting on my lap, insisting me to feed him!" 

A naughty Pallavi munched and cooed...."Mamuni, the 'small' word somehow disturbs me... I don't know why!" 

A current of sadness ran within Promila's body and she remembered the reason for all the consequences her son was facing today. A sudden memory triggered the widow woman's mind and she sniffed a bit. The sniffy sound caught hold of Pallavi's ears easily and she pouted..."mamuni, what happened? I am sorry if my words...."

"Sniffff...no bouma, not the words ...but the reality in the words! It's sad Debu couldn't give you a child and make me a happy grandmother! Don't you wish to be a mother bouma? I mean.... doesn't it hurt your insides! Your soul? Don't you feel incomplete??" 

The words surprisingly came from Promila's mouth and Pallavi was happy that her mother-in-law was a practical woman, rather than someone who would rather take the son's side. Feeling more open, Pallavi cooed...."I do mamuni...but, (sighs) I don't know what I should do now! I yearn for companionship but I still love your son! I mean....not like the wide anymore though..."

The delicious food aroma and the quality moments made Promila appear more transparent to her bahu and she caught hold of her palms immediately and cooed..."Make me a promise right here!" 

"What promise mamuni?" Pallavi cooed. She felt a warmth from her mother-in-law's palm on hers for some reason. A warmth that assured a long lasting friendship. 

"Call me Maa from now on and I will call you Palu! You are now my daughter, just like Subo!" 

Promila had a smile that assured Pallavi of how true the words were. However, being the naughty soul she was, Pallavi cooed back with a mischievous smirk....

"Not only Subo! Now Debu too..." 

"Oh umm eeeshhh I totally forgot....yes....Debu too ofcoarse!" Promila felt a shiver when she said that and then touched her mouth in embarrassment, pouting...."ei bhogoban... what day I am about to witness! My son is on the way to become a..."

"A beautiful woman! Like me, like Subo! Like you!" Pallavi cooed with a mischievous glare, but her words had truth!

"Me? Do you think an old widowed woman is still beautiful?" Somehow Promila felt a warmth inside from being complimented. Her life was pretty much dry and even the slight compliment from Pallavi sprinkled some drops on her. But, then she too reciprocated by pouting....

"Palu shona, now that we have a mother-daughter relationship, you must listen to your maa! It may surprise you, but I want you to forget the past and live life afresh again!" 

Pallavi felt an adrenaline rush in her stomach from the words. Her eyes wide in their beautiful doe form and yet she politely cooed..."mm..maa...are you.. suggesting th...a ."

"Yes Palu, shona, you should again get settled, it is my heartfelt wish! The only way I can repent for my son's unfairness to you is by getting you to settle again and believe me, I am okay with it!"

Pouting so Promila grasped Pallavi's palm in a genuine maternal way and Pallavi on the other hand, pouted back....

"Maa.... I know how hard it is for you to say these things, but.... my...."

"Say it. Be open with me Palu shona!" Promila insisted.

"It's just that maa....my coven is so empty....I don't feel alive so much!! Your son shattered my hopes so much!" Pallavi sounded genuine, because the fact remained that she was hurt by Debojit's inability to be a good sexual male partner. However, Promila blushed at the word 'coven' and let a minor giggle out of nowhere!

The giggle from Promila made Pallavi smile and pout..."what's funny maa?"

"I liked that word..."Coven!" So crude, but such a synonymous word for a vagina!" Promila opened up like a breath of fresh air and Pallavi liked it too and she felt some more naughty ants bite her insides and made her say...

"Maa!!! If you want me to look for a groom then fine! You will not only take me to a beauty parlor for my portfolio, but you shall also take me out shopping!! You will buy everything from the benarasi saree to some more jewelleries for marriage. Remember I had told you that I want to be pampered!! Much more than Subo!!!!"

Promila dropped a tear from her eye. She forgot how surreal things were around her and just thanked God for showing Pallavi a new life because she had genuinely empathized with her bahu and somehow realised that perhaps Bobbyfication was suitable for her not so manly son. 

"If my son is not man enough! It doesn't mean he has to be rotting in a male body! Son or daughter, Debu is still my child! I will accept his new identity" 

Promila cooed in mind and then pouted to Pallavi..

"I will do whatever my shona Palo says! Now let's order some sweet dish!"

Pallavi smiled sweetly and had just placed the order when suddenly her phone buzzed. She noticed an unknown number and yet picked up the call.

"Hello?...hello?...hold on please.." Pallavi didn't get range and excused herself out to recieve the call properly. In the meantime, Promila tapped the table silently in some cobwebbed memories...

Flashback : 1999 

Promila awaited her husband in her benarsi saree and her red and white bangles clanked softly as she admired herself for the special night. Her lips were reddened well for the simple fact that the juicy petals would urge her husband to suck on them and her heaving breasts awaited some mauls and gropes which would send her on an orgasmic delight. 

And then!

The door opened.

Debojit's father stepped in dressed in white kurta and dhoti. His eyes not at all leaving his wife as she sat on the bed with upraised knees, sitting like a typical bride in anticipation. 

"Ufff ki shundor!" (So beautiful) Debojit's father cooed.

"Tahole kache eshe bhalo kore dekho!" (Look closer) Promila cooed in her fresh bridal tone. Her slim yet decently curvy body awaiting many touches and gropes from her husband and the moment he sat, he touched her chin and studied her face carefully! 

"Uff! Ekdom Momota Shonkor lagcho!" (You resemble Mamta Shankar so much!) 

A young Promila blushed when she was compared to the beautiful actress and she cooed..."Dhatt! Ami ki oto shundor?) (Am I really so beautiful?)

"Shotti!" (Really!) Debojit's father smiled and kissed a cheek first. The first ever kiss on the cheek made Promila close her eyes. Then the other cheek was kissed. Slowly her whole face was kissed all over, including her jaws and forehead and even earlobes. The soft kisses made Promila grasp the broad shoulders of her husband. 

Promila then felt her husband's lips on her's once more and this time, Debojit's father chewed and kissed on the lips for some more time, savouring the lips in their totality. Promila was in her bride heaven already. She then laid down and allowed her man to nibble on the neck while taking out the jewellery one after one from her neck. 

The hands mingled with each other and the legs clashed each other as well. Promila felt her husband's weight on her's and slowly his hands settled on her blouse buttons, unbuttoning slowly slowly and in the meantime, he too got out of his kurta and made more love to her. Slowly slowly she and her husband discarded and even when the actual sex began, Promila's husband would cooe to her...

"Promu darling, what would you want?'

"Ahh ummm what you mean?"

"Are baba, a son or a daughter??"

"Aaaah ummmmmmm....aah! how can I say that?"

"Are tell na!"

"A sweet daughter! like me!"

"Not a son?"

"Hmmmmmm....I would like a daughter aahmmmmmmm!"

"Lets see hmmmm"

The rest of the nights went with moans and groans untill Promila felt thick doses of ejaculations inside her. 

Promila didn't stop here, she moved to her next long-lost memory....

Flashback - year 2002 

Promila was having her god-bharai and her mother brought in a surprisingly spiritual lady to bless her pregnant daughter. The safron saree clad lady sat and rubbed the head of the pregnant Promila and blessed her, asking her a simple questian..."What is it you are expecting khoki?"

"Ummmm how can I answer that gurumaa?" Promila blushed and cooed.

"Promi, answer her whatever you feel like. Gurumaa is here to bless the child!" Promila's mother pouted with a smile.

"Okay maa. Gurumaa, I would prefer a sweet daughter like me! in this pandemic, I pray for a daughter, only daughter!"

"Sweet! khoki, very sweet of you. Have more and more sweet fruits and pray to god, I am sure the prayer will be listened!" 

Promila remembered the words from the Gurumaa long ago when she was pregnant with Debojit. Although having a certain rational mind, she, out of maternal pleasure wished for a girl, but wasn't disappointed when the child was a boy. However, she became the typical overprotective mother with Debojit as he grew up. Although, Subosree's birth had satisfied her wish to become a mother of a daughter, somehow she had this latent view that her son had beautiful features just like her....Round big eyes, delicate lips and unblemished fair skin.

"Maybe god  wished Debu to fall in the right body after all these years! A late response, but I must accept it...." 

Promila cooed as she played with her spoon and in the meantime, Pallavi showed up and she had this very speedy pace where she rushed and sat taking a deep breath! Her sudden presence made Promila puff off all the thoughts in her mind and focus on the apparently excited girl.

"Palu shona? what happened? whose call was it?" Promila cooed curiously.

Taking a long deep breath, Pallavi demurely covered her mouth with raised eyes. Promila wondered....

Was that a sorrow?

or a Shock? or a Giggle?

The hand was shifted by Pallavi atlast and a very awed expression wore on her lips and the lips opened atlast..."Uhmm maa... it was Dr Gupta on the call..."

"What did she say? is Debu alright??" Promila cooed. Her heart concerned if her son was okay and her tone sounded very maternal too.

"Yes, he is fine maa, it's just that me, you and even Subu have to visit the Bobby medical center tomorrow morning!"

"Oh......for what actually?" Promila wondered. If her son was okay then what was the reason for the gathering of his family members. She wondered, untill Pallavi surprised her with her words and it wasn't a regular surprise at all. It left Promila's mouth open with an awe!

"Dr Gupta wants all three of us to discuss the probable attributes and shapes for Debu! as per the law, the female family members of the patient must give inputs like... ummm the physicalities..."

A strange bizzare silence took place in the restaurant between Pallavi and Promila, who kept her mouth open wide for sometime and then she sighed and showed signs of acceptance on her face, pouting,....."O goodness.....hmmmmmm!"

The silene continued for some more time till both the ladies reached home and Pallavi didn't interrupt Promila anymore. Both the women slept on their respective beds in their own rooms. The night too passed silently!

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In the meantime, Mumbai :

A handsome Daksh was dressed in a lavish suit as he posed at the studio chair. His portfolio was finally being uploaded for marriage prospects. Reena aunty joined in and patted the hunk's back pouting...."That's a strong back you have young man!"

"Thank you aunty, I pump well!" Daksh naughtily winked and the mature lady felt a small shiver running through her body for a breif amount of time, but then smiled and walked aside to allow the photographers to begin their work. A naughty Reema aunty was very sure that if the photography crew had  a woman, she would be nuts for Daksh, because of his manly aura.

Daksh posed, looking left, right and then front with hands firmly placed on the sides of his suit and a smile remained planted on his face. His trimmed beared and moustache giving him almost a Lucifer like look and his smile devilishly charming!



"Thank you Mr Kulkarni, now please join in with Miss Reema for a brief interview!" 

Daksh smiled and sat opposite Reema aunty, who had to sit with crossed legs to avoid a minor faint patch on her crotch area to be seen by the media around. The mature lady had silently creamed herself just at the sight of a passive Daksh alone and she mentally wasn't even guilty about it, because the hunk had such an irresistible aura.

The interview began and his family had gathered to see it live. At the Kulkarni villa, not only Mr and Mrs Kulkarni saw their son with pride, but even Daksh's sisters Pratiksha and Faluguni sat besides their mother to see their hunk brother facing the camera like a Filmstar!

"Bhau is looking so handsome, right aai?" Pratiskha the bubbly mischevious one cooed. Her long ponytails made her face look radiant and she had a spicy smile.

"Ofcoarse Pratu! bhau is bhau!" Falguni cooed too. She and Pratiksha had a friendly chemistry as always and they were surprisingly twins. 

"Gappa bas atta! haiku de!" (Let me listen now, you both keep quiet!) Mrs Kulkarni sat with pride to see her son give the interview, while Mr Kulkarni sipped some scotch and admired his son on screen.

The interview began with Reema aunty's questions...

Daksh, finally you are on the first stage of being a groom and now we shall see who is the lucky bride! What is your view of your future wife?

Hmmmmmmm....I always have this dream of a traditional saree clad soft angel life girl who teases me and runs away. I believe I will now get that girl and no way she can escape from my arms now!

Hmmmmm lovely way to answer. Is there a specefic state you would like to start with or do you prefer to stick to Maharashtra only?" 

Hmmmmm....I have a thing for..East-indian girls...to be honest. And this fascination took place when I had an Assamese teacher in college, she was very pretty and fair and she made my hormones run immediately!

The answer from Daksh surprised the Kulkarnis, specially his mother, who looked at her husband and noticed that he had a frown expression on his face. While, on the other hand, Prajakta raised an eyebrow to Falguni, who smirked and cooed to her mother...."Aai! bhau wants a fair ripe cow I think hehe!"

"Sssh....let me listen further!" Mrs Kulkarni saw further.

The interview continued...

That is interesting! so you are planning to get a non-maharashtrian girl into the family? hmmmmm... how about a sweet bong girl? what is your opinion?

Hmmmmm I am totally fine with it and yes why now, the East girls have a beauty that can be ummm best described as Rass--gila... a sweet I presume!

Rashogolla! yes its a Bengali sweet. Hmmmm lovely interview Daksh! Let's begin the hunt for a sweet eastern girl for you then!

Yes you may.

The interview ended and on the other hand, Mrs Kulkarni sighed and wondered how it will be when Daksh brings a non-maharashtrian girl as his wife. Mr Kulkarni sighed too and kept quiet for sometime. However, it were the sisters who seemed kind of excited. They got up form the sofa and cornered themselves gossiping in a playful way...

"What you think of bhau's words Falgu?" Pratiksha cooed.

"I am okay with it! I am imagining a Fair curvy sweet girl who has no clue of our tradition!!" Falguni cooed.

"Hmmmmmmmm that means we can tease her to the fullest!!!" Pratiksha winked and Falguni winked back...."For Sure hehe!"

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Next Morning :

The morning began with a surprised shocked face from the sweet Subosree who couldn't believe her ears. The words from her bhabhi seemed bizzare!

"Subo, get ready, it is going to be a fun day. We will help your dada bhai get some beautiful features for his new body!"

Pallavi smacked her lips with a bright pink lipstick and the saree she wore, looked decently expensive. A bright orange chiffon with a pink half sleeve blouse. The once-married wife groomed herself as if she was being dressed for an occassion. Subosree, who was already upset at her bhabhi for her divorce decision, now hated her even more! 

Afterall Pallavi had broken her dadabhai's heart!!

"Umm no boudi, I don't feel like going. It feels so weird!"

"Boudi?? dhutt! I am not your dadabhai's wife anymore. Call me Palo didi from now on and practise calling your dadabhai as 'didbhai'!"

A tremor passes through Subosree's body as she hears Pallavi say so. Her bhabhi or ex-bhabhi for that matter, sounded so different! She wasn't sounding like that demure sweet wife she was, rather she enjoyed mocking her once-husband while he was undergoing Bobbyfication!

"Dhutt! how can I call dadabhai that? I feel so odd..."

Just then, another voice joined in and this voice shook Subosree even more!

"Subo! your Palo didi is right. All three of us must go because it is a rule as per the law. We cannot avoid it. Now get ready quick!"

Both Pallavi and Subosree looked aside to see a fully groomed Promila step in and she was decently dressed in an offwhite cream colored saree and a white blouse. Despite being a highly educated woman, she respected the fact that widows were not allowed to wear anything colorful or radiant and yet she mature woman looked radiant in a way. 

"Maa......boudi was saying...." Subosree cooed and was stopped by her mother once more...

"Yes Subo, she is right. It is better you accept the reality"

Subosree was typically obedient of her mother and therefore she had to agree. She quickly got ready in a regular salwar-kameez and while she sat inside the car, she looked at both her mother and her ex-bhabhi. Promila had a neutral expression, while Pallavi had a kind of a mischevious half-smile. The car headed straightaway to the Bobby Medical Center.

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USA  : 

Harsh was again lost in a dream. The muscled man was semi-exposed within his satin sheets and he kept rubbing lightly on his hard pecs and then down to his highly aroused big dark cock, as he smiled and enjoyed his dream....

Harsh P.O.V -

I heard her anklets once more! My penis surged with immense blood supply at the sound of her anklet alone, but I never heard her voice yet! I was buck naked and my organ breathed with me as my eyes wondered around a deep dense forest to see the mystery woman who was teasing me from a long time and I didn't even lay a finger on her yet. 



Just then I noticed a bright red saree pallu from the other end of a distant tree. I smiled and my penis grew some more. I hurriedly reached for the tree and grabbed the red pallu and ah! here she was, but her face remained covered with her pallu. I was hungry enough to shove the pallu from her face, but she shifted her face aside, nodding No to me. I somehow respected that and rather looked down at her arms and belly, which were exposed. Her hair was tied, but yet it looked alluring on her.

Fair soft hands with small palms and that too with red and white bangles on the forearms! My penis was at its fattest right now! The head angry and eager to enter something deep and wet!

I smiled and tiptapped her belly with my firm brown fingers and she shivered! But she didn't utter a word yet. She was still resisting me and I wanted to ravage her, eat her up and plant gallons of semen inside her! 

"Speak to me please! I yearn to hear your voice!!" I cooe to her, but she remained silent. As if, she resisted my touch, but she couldn't escape my grasp! My biceps bulged around her shoulders as I firmly grasped her and kept nibbling her pallu covered face. My penis hitting her saree clad curvy bottom and how much I wished to strip her off and see who is she! what is she! I wanted to know who this fair angel was!! So fair and so silky! I was getting insane as I held her firm.

She had this novelle smell! It certainly wasn't a smell I would smell from my mother or sisters! was it a different hair oil she used? I didn't know. Anyways I held her firm and this time I caught hold of her palm. So soft and so smooth! I kiss her palm, lick the fingers one after one, but just then I noticed one more thing. It shook me a bit! Her cleavage had a scar, not a prominent one, but a simple slim lining! But I didn't care so much about it, because her two round firm breasts clad in her red blouse was inviting my potential gropes. 

I groped one blouse clad breast and her pallu covered face moaned! 

I groped the other this time and a bigger moan escaped!

Not bearing anymore, I was eager to now see who the angel was and when I let go off her breasts to shove off the pallu off her face....

The dream was gone! 

"Whaa........aaahh................another typical dream! daamn!!" Harsh moaned to himself and realised that his abs and thighs were full of creamy potent spurts. With a long sigh he cuddled a pillow on his arms as if the dream girl's curvy backside was resting on his chest yet once more. But Harsh was happy in a way. He was getting back to India next week and hopefully he wished that he would find that very dream girl as his bride! 

With a bull like sigh again, the macho marathi stud looked up at the ceiling and wondered when he will inseminate inside an actual fertile woman, rather than wasting his precious creams.

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Bobby Center :

Promila, Pallavi and Subosree was awed to see the ineriors of the Bobby Lab. It seemed surreal and too progressive and futuristic for a country like India. But the Air condtion and the calmness was an amazing soothing experience for all three ladies. 

"Oh my maa! this is surreal! right Subu?" Pallavi cooed in amazement.

"Yes boudi, it seems like some movie-based lab!" Subosree pouted in amazment as she looked around.

"Kolkata is surely getting modern. Hmmmmmmm... this is such an expensive lab!" Promila pouted next. 

The three walked further and was greeted by a ward-man who escorted them to Dr Gupta's cabin. The three of them were not only welcomed with good comfortable chairs, but a robotic hand placed a tray of three glasses of fresh orange juice infront of them. Promila almost shook a bit when the robotic hand placed the tray and went back inside a wall corner of the room.

"Hello. I am Dr Akriti Gupta, incharge of Debojit. I presume, all three of you are related to him, Right?" Dr Gupta smiled and cooed.

"Yes, I am his mother and......she is my daughter and she is his...ex-wife..."

"Ex-wife? still concerned for your ex-husband hmmm?" Dr Gupta cooed and Pallavi decided to be a bit naughty in this context. She cooed right away.....

"For my own reasons!"

Subosree didn't like the smirk on her bhabhi. She looked at her mother and realised the lady sat normally. No expression on her pale face. 

"H..how is my son Dr Gupta? Is he okay?" Promila cooed out of a natural maternal concern and just then the surgeon cooed in reply...

"As you know Mrs Bhatacharya, your son has all the symtoms of being bobbyfied! he is likely to undergo physical changes and ofcoarse replacement of his special organ!"

"Oh....." Promila felt a shiver. She never expected such a day to come in her life. Her gasp was silenced when Pallavi placed a hand on her shoulder and blinked in assurance. Suboshree touched the other shoulder of her mother, pouting softly...."Maa calm down!"

"So! where as I..... yes. I would like to show you the primary reason for him not being male enough!" Dr Gupta cooed and turned on her tablet to showcase an image. All three shook at the image! mostly Promila and Subosree who felt embarassed. The image was of Debojit's penis in its flaccid state. 



"Sorry Mrs Bhatacharya, I know its profane to show such images to a mother and sister, but ummmm I am sure, your ex-daughter in law has experienced your son's very average organ! Right...um sorry, what is your name again?"

"Pallavi..." Pallavi cooed and looked to the other side. Her heart ached in sorrow in remembering the fruitless nights from Debojit.

Subosree blushed in seing a penis picture of her brother. She suddenly remembered peeking on the laundry man peeing by mistake and realised that her brother had a small package in comparison. Infact, she then looked at Promila and saw her gasp and look down.

Promila kept silent for sometime and wondered...

"His father had a reasonable big penis, I wonder why..............oh why my son has such a miniscule one! oh bhogobaan..."

"So, now. Coming to the crux of this appointment. I must say he is blessed with so many beautiful women in his family. All three of you need to help me in deciding his attritibutes for his new body."

To Promila's surprise, she was given a form and the form had several attributes and a small box besides the name. Promila gasped and Subosree gasped too, while Pallavi saw the names and smirked...

"Oh wow! this is an interesting form Dr Gupta!"

"I will be back in a few minutes. Please tick the names and keep it ready"

Dr Gupta excused herself and Promila held the paper in dispair and amazement. A mother was given a form to tick the attributes for her son's new female body! 

Bizzareness had entered the chat for sure, but in the guise of reality.

"Maaa............is this reall??" Subosree cooed.

"Very real! don't be silly Subo. He is still your dadabhai..... I mean...now didbhai..." Pallavi smirked naughtily.

"Eeesshhh..............look at these names. My son is about to be a woman now.......uhmmmmmmmm.."

Promila sighed and sipped her orange juice. She was feeling weird and needed to mentally relax. On the other hand Subosree bit her lip and looked down. Palo, Subo........ we must accept the fact and move on....... I know I am his mother and saying this, but I am being practical!"

"So..will you fill ..........the ff--form maa?" Subosree cooed. 

"I have to. Let my son embrace his new life!" Promila cooed with a heart full of strange butterflies roaming inside. Her heart cried in this strange joy....

"Promi..... allow your son to be a woman! you wanted your first child to be a girl right Promi??

Right Promi?

RIGHT PROMI?????

"YYEESSSSSS!!" Promila cried and this was genuine tears from her cheek. Subosree and Pallavi shivered to see the elderly widow cry out, but then Promila wiped the tears and cooed to Pallavi and Subosree...

"Help me give Debu a rebirth.......I will accept him.......ummm  I mean her....as s...she is!"

Subosree gasped and Pallavi smirked. 

Promila blushed and wondered why her cheeks were so red. Was the culprit in her caught? The yearn for the first child to be a daughter crept on her mind and she bit her lip and saw the form and she began to discuss with both Pallavi and Subosree to tick the right words, although Subosree felt very weird herself.

Dr Gupta noticed through the glass slab at how the women discussed amongst each other and this made her giggle in a wicked way. 

"The women look same when they discuss things mutually hmmmmm"

Some moments later, Dr Gupta enters the cabin and smiles as she takes the form from Promila. The elderly widow looked a little calmer now. 

"Hmmmmmmmmm let me see...."

The form had the following tick marked -

1) Big hips.

2) B-cup Breasts

3) Long-Almond Nails

4) Long-cascading Hair

5) Shapely waist

"Nice, I agree with the fact that the operation needs only physicalities, because your son already has a radiant face with beautiful eyes and the default fair skin. Hmmmm by the way, I must say your son resembles you a lot Mrs Bhattacharya!"

Promila blushed at the last words of Dr Gupta and Pallavi added some spice to the conversation....

"Hmmmmmmmm for sure! I am guessing Debu to come back as a young version of his very own mother! this will call for a celebration. Maa will get a new daughter!!!"

Promila blushed even more now at Pallavi's words and Subosree covered her mouth looking the other side. She either blushed or felt weird. 

"This information is enough for us. Ofcoarse, the intimiate things can be handled later when your son progresses into the woman world further....if you ummm know what I mean!"

Promila got the clue and blushed a deeper red. She felt miserable and yet funny inside. Pallavi cooed naughtily.....

"Oh my! you think so much about your patients!"

Dr Gupta smiled and cooed...."Ofcoarse I do. As per the law, I am bound to erase the meeker men from the society and make them rather eligible women! The government itself demands so!"

Pallavi smirked again and nodded. 

"C..can I see my son..... is it allowed..?" Promila suddenly yearned to see his son as a son for one last time, but Dr Gupta immediately cooed...

"I am sorry. It is suggested that you erase the memories of your son and now be prepared to welcome him in his new form after Bobbyfication. No visits allowed from members during the process. Sorry"

"Oh......." Promila gasped and both Subosree and Pallavi touched her either shoulders once more.

All three had signed the Trasformation form, approving the agency of the Bobbyfication of Debojit and  this was the last formality!

Unaware of the visit from his ex-wife, mother and sister, Debojit rested inside his ward, sleeping like a log. He was given prescribed pills to rest and sleep before he would head to the operation room. 

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Around Midnight :

Promila slept alone in her room and wondered....

"Am I an awful mother for fillng that form? I feel so insane and weird on doing so.....but the fact is...... he is no longer my son now..........I must accept him as a..........oh my!"

The elderly lady took out a picture of her son in his graduation outfit hugging her. A droplet of tear escaped Promila's eyes when she realised that her son was now about to be a forgotten past and then keeping the photo inside her drawyer, she immersed in her sleep. 

On the other hand, Pallavi shifted from one side to the other, clinging to her vertical pillow. The dream she was having was memserising and mysterious to say the least!

Pallavi P.O.V - 

I didn't even realise when the dream began. I walked along the streets of Kolkata and suddenly realised I had reached the forest! I looked around and saw dense trees and grass everywhere. I then looked down to see I was buck naked! My breasts breathing an air of its own and my nipples although not aroused, remained pointy for some reason. The air changed suddenly! The climate felt different. Kolkata never used to have such soothing chilly breezes and I wondered where I landed. The sun seemed distant! 



I was amazed and surprised!

I was in Kolkata, where the sun rose! 

But, now the sun seemed distant. Where did I reach? I walked further naked and didn't bother with covering myself up. A smell hit my nose. A very deep masculine smell and I felt a quiver down there. This was a whole new smell to me. Something Debu never had! Out of sheer sexual curiosity I walked further and decided to find out unveil the mystery myself. 

And that is when I heared a voice! A tone and language I didn't understand!

"AAAYEE KHANDOBA  ALEE REE!!!! AAYE KHANDOBA  AALE REE!"

(Khandoba has arrived!)

The tone sounded crude! Not the sweetened tone of Bengali language and this newness made me shiver and the shiver aroused my nipples for some reason. I bit my lip and walked ahead to hear drums in a rythmic manner and that too with the unfamiliar language tone again....

"AALE REE.....AAYE AALE REE KHANDOBA  ALE REE!!!"

I had no clue who Khandoba was! and not even a slightest clue about the language I heard, but the curious human mind couldn't be stopped once aroused!

Therefore I walked ahead and suddenly heared fierce steps of a hoarse! The hoarse neared and neared with the sounds getting louder now. I looked ahead to see a deep mist! A mist that suddenly showed a silhoutte. Silhoutte of a man riding a horse! 



The mist and the breezy air sending wicked shivers into my body and I looked up to see the person atlast! A very muscular man on a horse and the man had a traditional dhoti, that's it! But I couldn't see his face because of he foggy layout. All I could see was his muscular stature and his horse looking deep into my eyes. The masculine aroma was way stronger now and it marvelled me by arousing my nipples to pointed bullets and making me pretty much moist down there. 

The man jumped off the house and again I heared....

"AAYE KHANDOBA  AALE!"

Now the tone and the vocals continued as a loop in the air and within this rythm played a drum and the mysterious foggy man came near me and the more he neared me, the more I felt arousals throughout my body. 

He stood close atlast and the moment his hands arose close to my face, I shivered and moaned. Not sure if the moan was a normal or a sexual one! His hand was firm, brownish and large! His fingers resembled firm pillars determined to not break or be demolished!

The very same fingers now arose and touched my cheeks. I closed my eyes and allowed the feel to continue and the fingers roamed everywhere fom my lips to my jaw and even my cheeks. He mumbled something in the unfamiliar language yet once again which made me wonder what he was saying, but his dark tone made me remain in my arousal for some reason. 

I moaned as he explored my face!

I moaned even more when he slightly brushed my breasts!

I bit my lip supressing a moan when he felt my navel and even probbed it a bit!

In other words, he did these teases which only made me wonder...

What if he does more??

But he only kept feeling me in a loop..

The dream with Pallavi continued.....

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Next Morning :

As per her habit, Promila woke up to do early morning pooja and no matter whatever happened in her life, she continued her regular habbits every morning. Taking a loud yawn, she rushed out of he bed and headed towards the pooja room. On the way, she stopped and looked into her son's room! Her mouth wide open...but not too much a surprise surrounded her. 

"Oh ma...." Promila pouted when she sneaked inside to see Pallavi hugging her vertical pillow almost sexually and rubbing her thighs accordingly on the pillowy surface. 

Promila sighed and wasn't totally surprised. She was familiar with the fact that Pallavi was pretty much sexually deprived.