Adultery Transformation of a homely girl

[Sivakumar_naughtyboy]

A Note to My Readers

Hello everyone,

First of all, I owe each of you a heartfelt apology. It’s been two years since my last update, and I deeply regret keeping you waiting for so long. Life threw a mix of challenges and changes my way, but through it all, I never forgot about this story and the amazing support you all have shown me.

I want to take this moment to thank you for your patience and understanding. Your comments, messages, and continued interest in the story have been a constant source of encouragement.

Now, the wait is finally over! I’m excited to share the next chapter of Chitra’s journey. I’ve taken extra care to dive deeper into her emotions, the choices she faces, and the consequences of her decisions. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this update as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Please let me know your thoughts—I truly value your feedback!

Happy reading..!!!

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hitra couldn't sleep that night. Suresh’s anger, her decision to call John, and the thoughts of her experience at the studio swirled in her mind. She clutched the cheque tightly, realizing it was more money than she had ever seen in one place. It felt like a dream—confusing, exciting, and terrifying all at once.

The next morning, Chitra woke up determined to go about her day normally. She cooked Suresh’s favorite breakfast, hoping to lighten his mood. But Suresh was still distant, merely nodding at her attempts to converse before leaving for work. His cold demeanor left her feeling lonely, vulnerable, and desperate for warmth.

Later that afternoon, Chitra found herself pacing the living room. The cheque was still on the table, taunting her with its possibilities. Memories of John’s words echoed in her mind. "You have everything. Think twice before deciding."

By evening, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She picked up her phone, her hands trembling, and dialed John’s number.

John answered almost immediately, his voice calm and inviting.
"Chitra! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon."

Chitra hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Hi, John. I... I’ve been thinking about what you said. You’re right. This opportunity... it’s rare. I want to try modeling, but I need your help. I can’t let anyone know. My family... my husband..."

John’s smile was audible in his voice.
"Chitra, you’ve made the right decision. Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything discreetly. Trust me, no one will find out. Let’s meet tomorrow at my studio. We’ll start slow and keep it professional."

Chitra felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension.
"Okay, John. I’ll come tomorrow. Thank you for understanding."

The next day, Chitra dressed modestly, careful not to arouse suspicion. She told Suresh she was meeting a friend and left the house. As she walked to John’s studio, her heart raced with anticipation and fear.

John welcomed Chitra with his usual warm smile and a cup of coffee. She sat on the couch, her hands nervously gripping the mug. The studio, with its bright lights, racks of outfits, and professional equipment, felt like an entirely different world to her.

"Relax, Chitra," John said gently, sensing her discomfort. "You’re here because you have something special. Let’s start with something simple."

He walked over to a rack of outfits and pulled out a churidar that was unlike anything Chitra had ever worn. It was sleeveless with intricate embroidery, and the fabric hugged the mannequin’s curves in a way that made her hesitate.

"This is for you," he said, handing her the outfit. "It’s elegant but modern. Try it on."

Chitra stared at it, her heart pounding. She had never worn anything sleeveless before, not even at home. Her usual attire was simple sarees and traditional churidars with long sleeves. She looked at John nervously.

"I... I’m not sure," she stammered.

"Trust me," John reassured her with a kind smile. "It’ll look beautiful on you. You can keep your dupatta if that makes you more comfortable."

Chitra hesitated but eventually went to the changing room. As she put on the outfit, she felt exposed, yet there was an undeniable allure to seeing herself in something so different. She dbangd the dupatta carefully, covering her shoulders, and stepped out.



John’s eyes lit up.
"Wow, Chitra. You look stunning. Let’s get started."

During the shoot, John guided her through different poses. Initially, she felt awkward, unsure where to place her hands or how to stand. John stepped closer, adjusting her arm here, tilting her chin there.

"Just relax," he said, placing his hands lightly on her shoulder to adjust her posture. Chitra flinched at the touch, her cheeks flushing.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you," John said, stepping back with an apologetic smile. "It’s just easier to show you sometimes."

Chitra nodded, her embarrassment mingling with a strange new feeling she couldn’t quite identify. As the session progressed, John continued to guide her, occasionally touching her hand or adjusting her hair under the pretext of perfecting her pose. Each time, Chitra felt a jolt of discomfort, but his calm demeanor and encouraging words began to put her at ease.

By the end of the session, Chitra was smiling hesitantly at the camera, her initial awkwardness fading. When John showed her the photos, she was taken aback.



"Is that really me?" she whispered.

"Of course," John said warmly. "This is what I meant when I said you have something special. You just needed a little push to see it."

Over the next few sessions, John gradually introduced her to more glamorous outfits. A churidar with a deeper neckline, a saree with a thinner blouse strap, and finally, a flowing gown that clung to her figure. Each time, he reassured her it was tasteful and professional.




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"You’re not just wearing clothes, Chitra. You’re embodying elegance and confidence," he would say.

As the shoots continued, Chitra grew more comfortable. John’s touches, which had once felt intrusive, now seemed natural, part of the process. She began to trust him, seeing him as a friend and mentor who genuinely cared about her potential.
"You’re not just wearing clothes, Chitra. You’re embodying elegance and confidence," he would say.

As the shoots continued, Chitra grew more comfortable. John’s touches, which had once felt intrusive, now seemed natural, part of the process. She began to trust him, seeing him as a friend and mentor who genuinely cared about her potential.

At home, however, Chitra faced a different challenge. Suresh, though oblivious to her modeling sessions, had grown suspicious of her frequent outings.

"Where do you keep going these days?" he asked one evening, his tone sharp.

Chitra had prepared for this. She put on her best convincing smile.
"I’ve been feeling restless at home, Suresh. I thought of finding a small job to keep myself occupied. It’s nothing major, just helping out at John’s office."

Suresh frowned.
"John? That new neighbor?"

"Yes," Chitra said quickly. "He runs a marketing company and needs someone to handle small tasks. I’ll only work for a few hours a day. It’s close to home, and it’ll help us financially too."

Suresh hesitated. He wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but Chitra’s reasoning seemed sound.
"If it makes you happy," he said finally. "But don’t overdo it. You still have responsibilities here."

"Of course," Chitra said, suppressing a sigh of relief.

With Suresh appeased, Chitra’s sessions with John continued. She found herself looking forward to the shoots, the compliments, and the way John made her feel important. Each day, she stepped further out of her comfort zone, unknowingly stepping deeper into John’s carefully laid trap.

To be Continued.....