17-01-2026, 08:46 PM
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Chapter 2
My face collapsed on the pillow in my bed, as the tears on my face soaked the fabric. I closed my eyes as I sobbed and the exhaustion of the day and situation put me right to sleep in a few minutes.
Even in my sleep I felt this anger towards my dad. His refusal to understand me and stand by me always made me feel ashamed of myself. And now this, another solution meant to fix me, or perhaps get rid of me altogether.
I don’t know how long I slept before I felt a hand gently stroking my hair, and a soft voice calling out my name - Kanika… Kanika… get up…
A year ago, I had requested my family to call me Kanika at home. My brother had laughed, choking on his food as he mocked me, while Dad had responded with familiar anger. Only Mom understood what it meant to me.
Mom knew I liked that name for some time, and she had lovingly called me that for a while before that. It was the perfect and only choice for my birth name Kanak. Sometimes I think that I was named Kanak, so that I could become Kanika one day.
Mom - Kanikaaaa… get up… It’s getting late. Raj Uncle and his mom would be coming in an hour.
I opened one eye, the memory of why I had been crying rushing back all at once - Mom… what is this nonsense… and how can you let Dad do this to me!
I muttered and pulled the blanked over my face to avoid looking at her.
Mom was sitting besides me - Kanika, listen to me… please…
Me - What is there to listen to?
Mom said gently - You are not getting married today… just think of it like a family meeting. Someone just coming to meet you.
I quickly protested - But I don’t want to meet anyone.
Mom’s voice started to get serious - That’s unfair… you said you felt like a girl and wanted to transition to being a girl. I supported you in all of that. Now meeting boys for marriage is part of being a girl. So get up… and start getting dressed.
Me - But he is not a BOY… he is a man… an OLD man.
Mom - Look… we will talk about it later… but for now just have this meeting… and then we will figure it out.
As Mom tried to remove my blanket I was thrashing around in bed.
I looked at Mom and she smiled at me.
Mom - You know what the good part about all of this is?
I frowned - What??
Mom - You get to put on one of my new sarees. I know how you love to try on my sarees and I always say no. But today I will let you pick one. And I'll also do your makeup. No one will say anything.
Somehow the idea of being able to freely wear Mom’s sarees and makeup and walk around in the house made it sound very appealing, and softened my resistance.
I grudingly sat up as mom quickly laid out some sarees on the bed in front of me. They all looked very pretty to me and it was really hard to pick one.
I didn’t know much about sarees. I nervously asked - Would they even fit me?
Mom laughed gently - Yes… Sarees fit everyone. It’s the blouse and petticoat that need to be tailored for each person.
Me - Ok… would you even have a blouse that fits me?
Mom - Hmmm… let me see… I don’t know your size. But we can try putting on one to check. Stand up…
I slowly got up from the bed and stood up in front of the mirror in my room, with mom standing next to me.
Mom pulled the sleeves of my two tshirts indicating to remove them - Can you?
I hesitatingly grabbed my tshirts from the bottom end and pulled it above my head to remove them. I hadn’t been topless in front of mom for a while now, maybe a couple of years.
Seeing my chest my mom let out a quick gasp - Oh my!!! I didn’t know you were…
I looked at myself in the mirror. There was more than a clear hint of boobs on my chest… I was closer to a B cup than a A cup at this point. Ever since I starting taking Estrogen oills a couple of years ago, my body had started transforming rapidly. My waist was bending inwards at the middle of my body and then wider hips as it curved down. My flat tummy made my curves look even more accentuated.
Mom covered her face with her hands - Wow… you are pretty inside…
Mom looking at me and saying that made me extremely shy - Mommmm… stop it na…
Mom laughed and looked at my boobs closely - Ok Ok… let me see… If I had to guess, you are somewhere between - 30B and 32B right now… just the size I was when I got married. I think I have some of my old blouses stored up. They should fit you perfectly.
Mom quickly ran out of the room, opening the door slightly and closing it firmly as she went outside, like someone would do while their daughter was getting dressed.
I looked in the mirror as she left the room, proudly looking at how far I had come along. There were still some tiny hairs on my chest, but I made sure I used hair removal cream on them regularly and since using the Estrogen gel capsules the hair growth had been slower.
As I cupped my boobs feeling them gently, I felt the door open and my hands quickly dropped back down.
Mom looked excited - Here… I found one that would go perfectly with this saree.
Mom hung up the blouse in front of me, and it did look in great condition for something that had been around for a long time.
Mom - Do you want to put on your bra first?
My cheeks became red when she said that. I didn’t realize she knew I wore bras. I didn’t have the courage to buy them myself so I had asked my friend Riya to buy some training bra’s and sports bra for me. I just had one real bra which she gave me last week which I hadnt tried on yet.
Mom seemed to know exactly where they were as she pointed to the drawers - Go on… quickly… get them out…
I opened my drawers and pulled out the bras I had and placed them on the bed. Mom had a quick look at them at instinctively picked the new bra with the floral patterns on it.
Mom tore off its price tag as she handed it over to me - This one…
I held the new bra and placed it on my boobs and slid my hands through the straps. I had never worn one which required to be hooked from the back and reached out my hands behind to hook it.
I couldn’t quite figure out how to make the hooks line up and struggled with it. Seeing me struggle mom pulled the two straps closer together and guided my hand to help fasten it.
I looked in the mirror, the bra cups rested nicely on top of my small boobs, not too tight, not too loose. Before I could admire my fit any further mom had placed the blouse on my hands and started pulling it up.
Mom - No time to waste now… lets rush things. I will teach you all this later.
Before I knew it Mom had taken things under control and was fastening the hooks of the blouse. It was slightly loose but still not a terrible fit.
Mom asked me to take off my pants, and held the petticoat down as I put my hands on her shoulder to insert my legs into it, while wearing my briefs.
I took a deep breath, now just the saree remained. Or so I thought, unaware that this was the start of a long transformation journey.
My face collapsed on the pillow in my bed, as the tears on my face soaked the fabric. I closed my eyes as I sobbed and the exhaustion of the day and situation put me right to sleep in a few minutes.
Even in my sleep I felt this anger towards my dad. His refusal to understand me and stand by me always made me feel ashamed of myself. And now this, another solution meant to fix me, or perhaps get rid of me altogether.
I don’t know how long I slept before I felt a hand gently stroking my hair, and a soft voice calling out my name - Kanika… Kanika… get up…
A year ago, I had requested my family to call me Kanika at home. My brother had laughed, choking on his food as he mocked me, while Dad had responded with familiar anger. Only Mom understood what it meant to me.
Mom knew I liked that name for some time, and she had lovingly called me that for a while before that. It was the perfect and only choice for my birth name Kanak. Sometimes I think that I was named Kanak, so that I could become Kanika one day.
Mom - Kanikaaaa… get up… It’s getting late. Raj Uncle and his mom would be coming in an hour.
I opened one eye, the memory of why I had been crying rushing back all at once - Mom… what is this nonsense… and how can you let Dad do this to me!
I muttered and pulled the blanked over my face to avoid looking at her.
Mom was sitting besides me - Kanika, listen to me… please…
Me - What is there to listen to?
Mom said gently - You are not getting married today… just think of it like a family meeting. Someone just coming to meet you.
I quickly protested - But I don’t want to meet anyone.
Mom’s voice started to get serious - That’s unfair… you said you felt like a girl and wanted to transition to being a girl. I supported you in all of that. Now meeting boys for marriage is part of being a girl. So get up… and start getting dressed.
Me - But he is not a BOY… he is a man… an OLD man.
Mom - Look… we will talk about it later… but for now just have this meeting… and then we will figure it out.
As Mom tried to remove my blanket I was thrashing around in bed.
I looked at Mom and she smiled at me.
Mom - You know what the good part about all of this is?
I frowned - What??
Mom - You get to put on one of my new sarees. I know how you love to try on my sarees and I always say no. But today I will let you pick one. And I'll also do your makeup. No one will say anything.
Somehow the idea of being able to freely wear Mom’s sarees and makeup and walk around in the house made it sound very appealing, and softened my resistance.
I grudingly sat up as mom quickly laid out some sarees on the bed in front of me. They all looked very pretty to me and it was really hard to pick one.
I didn’t know much about sarees. I nervously asked - Would they even fit me?
Mom laughed gently - Yes… Sarees fit everyone. It’s the blouse and petticoat that need to be tailored for each person.
Me - Ok… would you even have a blouse that fits me?
Mom - Hmmm… let me see… I don’t know your size. But we can try putting on one to check. Stand up…
I slowly got up from the bed and stood up in front of the mirror in my room, with mom standing next to me.
Mom pulled the sleeves of my two tshirts indicating to remove them - Can you?
I hesitatingly grabbed my tshirts from the bottom end and pulled it above my head to remove them. I hadn’t been topless in front of mom for a while now, maybe a couple of years.
Seeing my chest my mom let out a quick gasp - Oh my!!! I didn’t know you were…
I looked at myself in the mirror. There was more than a clear hint of boobs on my chest… I was closer to a B cup than a A cup at this point. Ever since I starting taking Estrogen oills a couple of years ago, my body had started transforming rapidly. My waist was bending inwards at the middle of my body and then wider hips as it curved down. My flat tummy made my curves look even more accentuated.
Mom covered her face with her hands - Wow… you are pretty inside…
Mom looking at me and saying that made me extremely shy - Mommmm… stop it na…
Mom laughed and looked at my boobs closely - Ok Ok… let me see… If I had to guess, you are somewhere between - 30B and 32B right now… just the size I was when I got married. I think I have some of my old blouses stored up. They should fit you perfectly.
Mom quickly ran out of the room, opening the door slightly and closing it firmly as she went outside, like someone would do while their daughter was getting dressed.
I looked in the mirror as she left the room, proudly looking at how far I had come along. There were still some tiny hairs on my chest, but I made sure I used hair removal cream on them regularly and since using the Estrogen gel capsules the hair growth had been slower.
As I cupped my boobs feeling them gently, I felt the door open and my hands quickly dropped back down.
Mom looked excited - Here… I found one that would go perfectly with this saree.
Mom hung up the blouse in front of me, and it did look in great condition for something that had been around for a long time.
Mom - Do you want to put on your bra first?
My cheeks became red when she said that. I didn’t realize she knew I wore bras. I didn’t have the courage to buy them myself so I had asked my friend Riya to buy some training bra’s and sports bra for me. I just had one real bra which she gave me last week which I hadnt tried on yet.
Mom seemed to know exactly where they were as she pointed to the drawers - Go on… quickly… get them out…
I opened my drawers and pulled out the bras I had and placed them on the bed. Mom had a quick look at them at instinctively picked the new bra with the floral patterns on it.
Mom tore off its price tag as she handed it over to me - This one…
I held the new bra and placed it on my boobs and slid my hands through the straps. I had never worn one which required to be hooked from the back and reached out my hands behind to hook it.
I couldn’t quite figure out how to make the hooks line up and struggled with it. Seeing me struggle mom pulled the two straps closer together and guided my hand to help fasten it.
I looked in the mirror, the bra cups rested nicely on top of my small boobs, not too tight, not too loose. Before I could admire my fit any further mom had placed the blouse on my hands and started pulling it up.
Mom - No time to waste now… lets rush things. I will teach you all this later.
Before I knew it Mom had taken things under control and was fastening the hooks of the blouse. It was slightly loose but still not a terrible fit.
Mom asked me to take off my pants, and held the petticoat down as I put my hands on her shoulder to insert my legs into it, while wearing my briefs.
I took a deep breath, now just the saree remained. Or so I thought, unaware that this was the start of a long transformation journey.
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