Chapter 18
Almost a week later, New Delhi :
Yet another board meeting was called regarding a crucial dicision tha was to be made in favor of not just the Bobbys, but also women in general.
Several tweets had occured on the screen from women all over and this even included women whose ex-husbands were admitted for Bobbyfication -
"Atlast I am free! I can now find a real man who will secure me in all ways and I mean all ways!" - Meghna Anand - Pune
"I crave for much more sex now! I wish I find the Tarzan of my life!" - Rachita Arora - New Delhi
"I wish I find my Knight in shining amour soon! I am eagerly looking for someone to mingle with" - Naina Singh - Punjab
"I am fed up of using brinjals! how do I get access to an eligible hunk? Please pin this comment!!" - Anjali Varma - Tamil Nadu
A few countable letters came from females around the country and since they were less in quantity, all tweets could be read out in he conference. However, now the board shifted their attention to the other group of tweets. These tweets were perticularly from the group who wanted the Bobbys of their family to settle with a man asap! -
"I am a 40 year old mother of a 23 year old Bobby, please help me approach a studio to help my girl get a good portfolio for marriage!" - Runa Ali - Agra
"My son has recently been Bobbyfied out of his own will. Please help him to find a suitable groom!" - Nandita Dasgupta - West Bengal
"The Studios are very expensive, can there be discounts for my recently Bobbyfied brother? Please reply to this tweet!!" - Kamini Mehta - U.P
A little more tweets appeared from various states and a law had to be made immediately so that the Macho Squad is given justice. Every member of the board looked at the centrad head and atlast, he pouted..
"So now the issue is financial, hmmm I see!"
"Yes sir, because the complaints are from the mostly middle class and upper middle class who cannot afford the expensive photshoots for the women and the Bobbys both." A lady cooed straghtforwardly.
The Central head nodded and looked to another raised hand.
"Sir, we should perhaps shortlist certain women and Bobbys for whom there could be possible affluent grooms who may repay us later if we fund the portfolios from our own pockets!"
Listening to the two very prompt opinions, the central head nodded and passed a judgement right away....
"Keeping in mind certain limitations from families, its our duty to stand for them now. We shall be now funding certain and I mean very perticular portfolios which will be approved by the Matrimonial experts assigned at their respective states. They will inform us about the women and Bobbys who will qualifty for their portfolios in studios for the Macho Squad to approach"
The central head stood and along with him, the others stood as well in a collective, nodding to agree with the judgement.
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Kolakta :
The whole live video at New Delhi was being watched by Reema aunty who had a loud wide smile on her face. She listening to what the government announced and when the video had stopped, she sighed in relief and cooed out loudly to her P.A ...
"Naina, I need a contact detail from your tablet, can you whatsapp me right away?"
"Sure ma'am, which one is it?" The P.A cooed from her chair.
Tapping her mouse in a mischevious way, Reema aunty cooed...
"Mrs Promila Bhattacharya!"
In the meantime, Pallavi sneaked on the Macho Squad magazine, not realising that her eyes remained on the cover page where Daksh was posing in just his jeans and a skanty vest which highlightened his bulging muscles with all the grace in the world.
Pallavi noticed Promila's absence and opened the magazine to see further. The more she saw the prospects and their market value, the more her nipples hardened all of a sudden and she wiggled her toes along with rubbing her saree clad thighs against the pillow clung to her body.
Somehow, being fair herself, Pallavi hesitated a bit to see the darker men and just focussed on the fair hunks, although her eyes curious to see how much more darker shades of men were possible. Her vaginal lips quivered for some unknown reason whenever a dusky or a dark wheatish muscled man appeared on the page and when she saw her fair hand on one random dark abs of a random hunk, she took her hand away from the page and closed the magazine, with a lip bite pout.
"Dhatt! shutup! oshobbho! (shameless)" Pallavi pouted as she readjusted the portion of her saree from between her thighs because of the wetness that made the portion sticky against her wet snatch. It wasn't the wetty wet, but surely there were some dewdrops that leaked untill it made a small patch on her upper thighs which were hopefully not visible to any outsider because of the layers of her saree.
Pallavi was just about to take another sigh when suddenly the reflection on the mirror changed to a whole new version of herself! Pallavi who was wearing a simple saree and blouse at this moment noticed that her reflection was smiling wide with a naughty smirk and she wore a typical red benarsi saree.
Virtual Pallavi : Don't look at me! I am the soul within you. The kinky soul Palo!
Pallavi just gazed at her alter reflection with a small gasp, allowing the reflection to continue...
Virtual Pallavi : You already forgot about Debu right?
Pallavi - Uhmm no! I still remember him! why would I forget him?
Virtual Pallavi - Not him you silly! her! why don't you welcome him back as your sister? that will be kind of exciting hmmm?
Pallavi - uh....never thought in that way!
Virtual Pallavi - Gone is the only man of the house Palu! get real. Focus on reality! Be Shameless! You need to get fucked! yes FUCKED well. Because Debu never fucked you well any damn day!!!
Pallavi sighed and looked down pouting...."That's true.... I..."
Virtual Pallavi - Shut Up and listen to me! Take this opportunity to take a sweet revenge on your ex-husband! show him you are capable of marrying someone far more manlier and wealthy!!! show him Palo!!! show him....umm oops I mean.....HER!
Pallavi blushed and giggled lightly at the realization that her once-husband was now coming back as a fully developed woman and before she could pout out something to the mirror, she stopped!
The reflection in the mirror had turned back to normal. But Pallavi blushed on remembering the words pouted by her kinky-self in the mirror. She curled her lips into a naughty smile and decided to take some bitter-sweet revenge on her transformed husband for keeping her sexually famished.
But, there were no violent thoughts in Pallavi's mind. She was rather eager to welcome her transformed husband back home and blushed at several levels when she realised how bizzare the context would be, where she would be a bride again and be married to a more manly man right infront of her ex-husband who himself would lead the life of a female.
Shamelessly, Pallavi sat on her bed again and browsed through the pictures of the hunks in the Macho Squad magazine. Her hand subconscously rubbing around her saree clad groin area as she scanned the muscles, the abs and moreover the net value of each hunk.
Oblivious to all this, Promila did her regular puja untill she was distracted by a phone call.
"Who could it be?" The elderly widow wondered and got up from her ashan and picked up the call right away. To her surprise it was Reema Saigal.
With a series of heartbeats Promila picked up the call and recieved the good news from the other side. She couldn't believe the news herself as she pouted...."F..free of cost? Miss Saigal, is it true?"
"Yes Mrs Bhattacharya, please bring Pallavi on this Sunday. I shall whatsapp you the dress code and the ornaments required for the shoot in a while!" Reema aunty pouted and on the other hand Promila just cooed...
"Sure. I will await the list!"
Promila disconnected the phone and suddenly lost in a breif imagination.
Promila's Imaginary Mind :
Promila dressed in a lavish saree while Pallavi dressed as the bride daughter in her red benarsi. Both the ladies welcomed the groom who was a Bengali just like them and four people lifted Pallavi as she held the leaf to cover her face. The whole crowed did the typical marital praise of 'ulu ulu' as Pallavi eyed her new bengali husband and Promila's heart grew with maternal love and affection for both the newlyweds.
"Uff....I am already imagining things!" Promila cooed as she was done with her imagining of a future scenario. She still had her son in mind, but since she had vowed she will priortitize Pallavi more, she was eager to make sure the girl was now married to a more promising male and she mentally wished it was a Bengali family just like them.
Promila then walked to her room with her phone and as usual, she happened to pass by her son's room. She noticed her once-bahu taking a nap and that too with the 'Macho squad' magazine resting on her gorgeous flat belly. Promila just stood by the threshold and studied the beautiful figure of Pallavi clad in her simple saree and actually couldn't see the magazine cover because of it lying flat.
"Such a young fertile girl! so sad she had to marry my son and suffer!! poor thing!" Promila cooed and sighed before moving on to her own room to rest for a while.
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Bobby Center :
The old matron had made sure that throughout the week, Debojit had been fed enough Estrogen pills and his diet with specific mixtures in them made sure that his hips and his breasts had developed more prominently. The man wept every single day and the old matron comforted him with a hug and maternal warmth which somehow comforted him to a level.
He was dressed in a gown and was resting his head on the lap of the older matron, pouting...
"I don't know how I can go home like this kakima!"
The matron bushed her fingers on his cheek and cooed back...
"Aw you sweet pie! just go home and see how your mother embraces you! She has a new daughter now! Forget everything that happened before!"
Debojit still felt goosebumps deep within at the persuit of visiting his house not as a man, but as woman now. He still felt odd with not feeling a tool between his legs and rather having something with flappy lips and a hole deep within. He also hated to admit that he had now fully developed breasts with nice big aerolas and nipples.
"I am happy to see that you are about to be released atlast! I wish you the best to lead your life as a Bobby who is worthy of a good life and..." The matron naughtily stopped.
"And?" Debojit still had his head on her lap while pouting out.
"And a nice caring Husband silly!" The matron giggled and Debojit out of sheer shock got up and almost shouted...."NO!! UHHHH THIS IS DISGUSTING!"
But the older matron rubbed the creamy soft shoulder of Debojit and cooed softly...
"Don't you realise khoki that you are no longer a man and surely you don't expect to wear mens clothes anymore do you? Accept the reality and move on with this new life dear!"
Debojit dropped a tear which made his cheeks sparkle somehow because of his naturally fair complexion. He held on to the bosom of the older matron like a small child and cried in tiny tears....
"Kakima...no...I can't go home like this!!! keep me here with you! I will stay in this cell all my life! But no.......I can't face the world with this new body of mine!"
"Aw shona! look at you cry! you will put the ladies in shame who cry on leaving their homes after marriage! I wonder how much you will cry when you leave your mothers house while a man firmly holds your shoulder and takes you to his house!"
Debojit felt countless shivers throughout his body when he heard the matron speak so normally on these things. He felt this was some kinda of a pleasent nightmare.
Just then an unexpected moment of shiver passed him when a ward-man entered the cell with a vaccum cleaner. Debojit noticed the man eyed his body as if stripping him naked and this new fear shook him to death almost, as he looked the other side while clinging to the matron.
"Relax khoki, I think he has caught a fancy to you!" The matron cooed jokingly and Debojit felt more tears building deep within.
"Uh no kakima......stop it please!!"
To Debojit's relief, the ward-man left the room with a sort of a wicked smirk and this whole new feeling scared him in a way. However, the matron then cooed while carreesing his cheeks in a maternal way...."Take a small nap, you will be discharged by evening!"
"Nn....nnoo kakima.....I ....I aa...am not gg...going ann....nywhere!" Debojit cooed, shifting to and fro adding a sway to his big hips, while his head remained on the older lady's lap.
"Why shona? your family must be eagerly waiting to welcome you! This is your whole new life! Embrace it and forget whatsovever happened in the past!"
Debojit shook with discomfort at the idea of returning to his house as a woman! This seemed so surreal to him and he wept in the memory of his old male body as he clung to the old matron, who allowed him to take solace on her lap and soon he drifted to a small nap.
"Good girl! take a nap and you will feel fresh when you get up and get ready to go home in a few hours!"
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In a misty forest, Pallavi laid on a bark of a tree in just a red petticoat and blouse. Her belly breathing on its own and her slight babyfat had a sway of its own at the hips. She kept looking up at the sky and her breasts seemed to heave up and down and vice versa at the sound of some distant drums again. The same drums which occured in a previous dream!
Just then Pallavi's nose whiffed a scent!
A very intense masculine scent!
Pallavi twisted her lower lip and allowed the upper teeth to bite on it seductively as the manly aroma enchanced her senses and allowed her mound to throb within her saree.
"Who is there? Please, show yourself!" Pallavi just cooed and looked around, raising her head slightly, looking left and then right, but not a soul was to be seen. But the damn smell kept arousing her to the point that the kinked up bong girl began to explore herself with eyes closed. Her lips continuously mashing against each other, allowing the teeth to bite on the lower at times and overall her face made lewd expressions without shame.
"Come to me....p...l...e..a...s..ee..."
A very kinky Pallavi cooed and brushed her fingers on her neck first and then took those fingers further down to toy with her cleavage exposed from the blouse. She toyed with the deep crevice for sometime and then softly ran her palms over her either breasts.
"Ah...hmmmmm" She moaned!
Pallavi then slowly feathered her breasts and then got her hand down towards her navel. It wasn't too deep because of a reasonably flat belly, but she still toyed around the small hole and just when she was about to dip a finger into it, another finger interfered and dipped straight into her navel!
The whole width of the masculine finger probing her navel made Pallavi open her eyes in curiosity and....
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"Huh.......ohhh.........what's wrong with me?" Pallavi cooed and realised she was in reality once more and in deep shame she again realised that she had subconsciously orgasmed and yet once again she had to take a bath to cleanse her thighs off the itchy liquid that leaked out of her coven. With a sigh, she looked at her side and saw Daksh's eyes looking straight at her from the magazine cover. Not yet aware of who he is, Pallavi shoved the magazine aside and suddenly felt a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Pallavi cooed as she assembled her pallu and straightened her hair as much as she could. To make sure the patch on the bedsheet was hidden, she covered the area with her saree, spreading the ends a bit more on it.
To her surprise, it was her nanad Subosree, who had the same hatred expression on her face as always.
Subosree rushed in and slammed a packet on the bed before she turned to leave the room. Just then, Pallavi stopped her nanad..."Subu, what is this?"
"See for yourself!! maa has sent it for you!" Subosree spat and left the room, however before she could go past the threshold, she just looked down and cooed......."You must be happy today!!" and then left the room.
"Wha....why..." Pallavi cooed and then saw the calender on her phone. Her heart went through a sudden goosebump when she realised what the day was...
Debojit's Discharge day!
Pallavi then got back to her naughty-self and opened the packet to see what was there inside. To her surprise, it was an apparently expensive saree and blouse piece made to wore for auspicious occasions. Before she could guess anything else, Promila came inside the room and smiled while rubbing a hand on Pallavi's head, pouting...
"It is a difficult day, but let's not be dissapointed and rather be positive about it! forget the one who is coming was my son once, I am actually happily welcoming another daughter home!"
"Maa you are so optimistic!! The world needs more women like you!"
This wasn't a figure of speech from Pallavi's side, she actually meant what she said and was genuinely awed by Promila's ability to move ahead in life rather than mourning on the present and past.
"Hug me once Pallavi! So I can gather the courage to welcome Debu!" Promila cooed on the verge of slight tears and in this moment of affection, Pallavi hugged her ex-mother in law and in this kodak moment, she cooed softly to her....
"Maa, keep some more sarees ready for your new daughter!"
Promila blushed and cooed in a slight embarrasment...."Mmmmhmmm I sure will!"
Pallavi added some more into her naughtyness and cooed...."One more thing! Pamper me a little bit more maa!"
Promila broke the hug and cooed..."Now what Palo-shona?"
Pallavi then walked around untill she reached behind Promila and then in a moment touched coiled her hands around her neck and cooed...
"Maa! if you don't keep my word. I will not allow you to shower kisses on my forehead or cheek like a mother!! I will not talk to you!"
Promila who had taken the vow to be a loyal mother to Pallavi, just cooed out...."uff ho! tell me na what is it!!!! Do you like troubling your maa like this hmm?"
A moment of a creepy silence took place and Pallavi coiled her hands more around Promila's neck with her lips close to her ears and her eyes apparently naughty!
"Promise me you will not only take me out for the photshoot but also Debu!!! Keep a similar saree for him and take both your daughters with you!!!"
Promila's heart thumped hard at the words! A spark of electricity passed through her body and she sheepishly smiled looking at Pallavi with a very breif nodd.
Afterall, deep within it was still ackward for the widowed mother to accept the reality, but she somehow thought she will accept it and move on.
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Subosree's college :
Subosree read the message on whatsapp regarding her brother's release and this made her even more sad! The message was sent by her mother who confirmed the fact that Debojit would show up around mid evening and she wondered how would she face her feminized elder brother. Her dearest dadabhai!
As usual Neelima teased the young girl on the present circumstances and she immediately placed the samosas and drinks on the table and sat clinging to her bestie, pouting.... "Hmmmm finally your didbhai.....sorry dadabhai is showing up today! hey can I come with you to greet him?? pppllleeeaaaaasseeee!!!"
Subosree got very irritated at this moment because her bestie had that typical teasy tone and she was also blowing the words into her ear directly.
"This bitch has no empathy!" Subosree cooed in her mind and then sighed with a gloomy face and pouted...
"Stop it! I am already feeling uneasy and you are just getting on my nerves okay?? idiot!"
Neelima smiled and then brought her large purse up on the canteen table. Subosree raised her eyebrows and cooed..."What you upto?"
"Hmmmmm I have a gift for your 'Dadabhai'!" Neelima winked in the most naughty manner possible.
"What gift?" Subosree cooed. She hated when Neelima winked like that.
Neelima made a naughty smirk and got a vertical box out. It was gift wrapped and Subosree wondered what could it be!
"Now what on earth is this?" Subosree made a grimace of a face and raised one eyebrow at her friend.
"Uh ummmm no!! hey not for you, don't open it. It is for your dadabhai and he will like it, trust me babes!" Neelima winked again.
"Will you stop winking like that Neelu!!!! stupid!" Subosree shoved the gift aside, but Neelima obliged her somehow, grabbing onto her slim fair wrist....
"Aw c'mmon now Subu!! for me pleaase! for our bestieship!!!! puhhhhleeeeeeeeeeze!"
Subosree sighed and accepted the gift out of her loyalty for friendship. However Neelima still held on her forearm and smirked once more...
"But hey Subu, don't forget one thing! Only your dadabhai is allowed to open the gift, not you!"
Subosree nodded in a low mood tone, but she had no faith on the evil smirk of her bestie. She wondered what the gift could be.
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The Grand Evening :
Promila adorened herself in a Tant saree which was very much the traditional bengali saree wore on auspicious occasions. She was done with her half sleeved blouse and the saree when just then Pallavi enters the room. She was looking very elegant in her own Tant saree as well, as it was given my Promila herself.
"Hmmmmmmm maa! looking gorgeous!" Pallavi softly touched the shoulder of her ex-mother-in-law and cooed.
"I feel weird Palo shona!" Promila cooed back.
"But you are strong too maa!" Pallavi nuzzled her cheek to Promila's softly in a child like love.
"Hmmmmmm I hope so too! Is Subu ready yet?" Promila knew how sad her young daughter was.
"I will go and check!" Pallavi cooed and walked out of the room.
Promila got her hair tied in a bun and then prepared the Aarti thaali for her son's welcome.
"More like my new daughter's welcome!" Promila giggled in a maternal manner to herself and prepared the thaali.
Inside Subo's room, Subosree also wore a tant saree and just sat on her bed in a gloomy manner. Pallavi decided to pull her nanad's leg a bit and she sat besides her and cooed...
"My nanad is looking so gorgeous!!! ready to welcome your didbhai hmm?"
"Uh boudi!!!! don't irritate me okay! why do women like even marry!!!!" Subosree spat out her words and looked the other side.
Pallavi who was now free in her mind and body, decided to be herself and she smirked without shame...
"Because I deserve a REAL MAN okay?? Stop showing this attitude to me Subu! your dadabhai was incapable of FUCKING me!!!!! He got what he deserved!!!"
"CHHHIIIIIIIIIIII Stop using disgusting language boudi!!!! I wonder why maa allowed you to stay in our house!!! you are not even my boudi anymore!" Subosree got up from the bed and rushed to the other end in agony. She was apalled at how Pallavi openly used the 'Fuck' word infront of her.
"Anyways Subu! get ready. Your dada will show up soon and don't hate me!! Someday you will agree with me!" Pallavi pouted and rushed out of the room.
Subosree sighed and looked down for a bit, realising she had to accept the reality and just before she would go out of the room, she realised Neelima's gift on her bed. She took the gift and wondered again what could be there inside the long vertical box.
On the other hand, after a long series of reluctance, Debojit was silenced and made to sit inside the van which drove straightaway to his house. He was dressed in a ladies gown and his heart shivered as his locality came closer and closer.
His forehead still having droplets after droplets of sweat beads.
His lips quivering against each other.
His heartbeats pacing faster and his newly formed breasts heaving up and down again and again.
His shoulders were held maternally by the old matron who comforted him in her own way all the way from the Bobby center itself.
"Khoki, we have finally reached your home! Don't fret any longer and be ready for your sweet dear mother to welcome you to home again! Remember what I had told you. Its your re-birth!"
"Oh kakima....I....dont know ho....how to face them!!" Debojit's heart skipped beats as his house finally showed up.
The car stopped atlast and Debojit got out with the older matron who still had a hand on his gown clad shoulder. To his surprise the door immediately opened and Debojit looked down in sheer shame and embarassment. However it was Promila who stood in her lavish saree and blouse with the aarti thaali and her eyes were expanded to resemble golf balls in a way!
"O maa go! Debu??" The astonished mother cooed as her hand almost stirred but still she managed to held the thaali firm. On the right side stood a very shocked Subosree who just gasped without uttering a single word.
However on the left side of Promila stood Pallavi with an awe, although she couldn't see the newly figure of her husband through the gown.
A moment of silence crept in and Debojit managed to look up to see three surprised faces and just then Pallavi cooed...
"Oh Debu! We missed you soo much!!"
Debojit felt shame and a current deep within to face Pallavi in his new body deep within the gown, while he also looked at his sister and mother who remained speechless.
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