[Mintu08]

Dear author is it possible that we will be able to see physical and sadistic changes in promila and pallavis body? Turning them into meat eating bbw sadist feminist women like your other story remarriage -2 where jata and maamna became bbw and pretty evil...
Plus it's my humble request that you put a navel piercing on either pallavi or promilas fatty jiggly belly I do prefer promila undergoes a drastic transformation like Jaya in your previous story and add tattoo on her navel and back...
Keep the story as you like I am just asking if this beautification changes can be added?
Please it's a humble request from your long time reader

I will not reveal the further plans for now.. All I can say is let there be an atmosphere of mystery :) Just go with the flow and remain curious.

[Mintu08]

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. 

........................

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.

.....................

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!"

.....................

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....

.......

............

"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. 

..................................

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. 

........................

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.

[Mintu08]

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Chapter 19

Promila took a deep breath and cooed softly in her maternal tone....

"Come Debu, your maa has missed you soo much!"

Subosree awed her mouth noticing the breast bulge and the hip width of her dadabhai. Even the thighs were outlined well within the gown, such were Debojit's developed feminine features. 

Beside him was the old matron who smiled and greeted all three ladies as Debojit walked inside his house with sheer shame. He didn't look up a single time while he stepped inside. 

"She is all your's Didi!" The matron smiled as Promila shivered on hearing 'She' but still managed to smile sheepishly as she put the tika from the thaali on her son's forehead and then kiss on it softly out of motherly love.

The pcchh sound from the motherly kiss somehow made Debojit feel a little better and somehow looking at his shameful expression and his lowered eyes, Promila cooed to Subosree...

"Subu, take dadabhai to your room!"

Subosree who couldn't help but glue her eyes shockingly to her brother's breasts through the gown, just managed to nodd and hold his arm, taking him to her room. While she held the arm, she felt so weird and awed by the feel of her brother's arm. It was silky soft with almost little or no muscle mass. 

"Dadabhai's arms were never muscly, but now they are even smoother!" Subosree cooed as she politely took her brother to her room, while Pallavi acted noble by pouting to the older matron..

"Mashimoni, please come inside! have some tea and sweets atleast!"

Promila adored this gesture of her ex-bahu and nodded in agreement and the older matron agreed with a smile. 

In the meantime, Subosree made her dadabhai sit on the bed and the young girl couldn't help but touch his shoulder pouting...."D..dada..b..bhai... h..how are..yo you?"

Subosree had a tremble in her voice because although the face was of Debojit, the body resembled a fully fertile woman even though it was covered by a gown. Debojit didn't answer and just kept looking down, pouting atlast...

"I am  thirsty....."

A  small tremor passed Subosree's heart as she realised a slight change in her dadabhai's voice.

"Oh god, dadabhai's voice changed so much, its so feminine now! Wonder what they did with his vocal chord!"

But Subosree was relieved to hear atleast something from her dadabhai and then, with a tiny tear in the eye, she nodded and rushed out to get some water. While she reached the kitchen, her ears reached a conversation taking place between her mother and the older matron in precise. She slowed her pouring action of the water in the jug and listened.....

"Didi, you took care of my Debu all these days, thank you so much!" Promila cooed helding the hands of the matron.

"Ah that's alright. But you have a lot of responsibility now!" The matron cooed with some apparent mischief in her eyes. 

Pallavi made sense of that mischief and she cooed holding the shoulder of Promila..."Maa you must! Debu should be given a good share of saree and blouses and even jewellery!!! or else people will think mean of you!"

Promila bit her lower lip and heaved a sigh. Subosree hated to hear further and rather took the jug of water towards her room, but then she stopped behind the curtains to just peek into the hall, to listen where the conversation headed to.

"She is a beautiful lady didi! such an unblemished fair skin, just like your's!" The matron looked at Promila and realised how much Debojit resembled her mother and she was happy he had been bobbyfied. Promila on the other hand blushed when her son was complimented as a typical woman and then ofcoarse she had to accept the reality and just managed to cooe out..."Oh thank you for that compliment. I feel so weird but alas....Debu is a girl now!"

"Girl?? maa don't be silly. Debu has bigger assets now!!! I envy him!" Pallavi cooed in a naughty manner while the old matron covered her mouth to resist a giggle. Promila suddenly felt proud that her son in the form of a daughter had ripe big breasts and therefore she closed her eyes in a snobbish way and pouted....

"Sure Debu has them big!! as a mother I am proud and this means..."

Promila blushed at what she was about to say and so she stopped, while Pallavi continued to be naughty and she pouted...."So Debu can find a genuine husband in future!! right maa??"

Promila bit her lip again and looked down with deep blushing cheeks and Subosree wanted to bang the water jar on her once-boudi's skull in anger. She had this vision as if Pallavi was an apostle from hell who didn't mind playing with the feelings of her dadabhai even after divorce.

"Bitch!!! why doesn't maa throw her out of the house. She is not even my dadabhai's wife anymore!" Subosree angrily cooed to herself, while she noticed the matron about to say something.  

The matron then took the conversation to a different level when she bit on a sweet and munched for a bit, pouting..."Didi, the first thing you should so is to think of a beautiful name for your beautiful daughter!"

Promila sighed and a silence took place in the room suddenly. Subosree waited to see why her mother took this pause and just then to her surprise, her mother bursted out weeping slightly and her head was placed on Pallavi's shoulder. 

"Sniff........didi.........I always snifff..........had this wish of..........sniff having a daughter as the first child sniff! god listened to me......... after all these years sniff!!"

Pallavi awed naughtily and added more fuel to the fire by pouting...

"Chii shame to god!! he listened so late to your prayers, sending Debu in a wrong body!!! hmmmmm glad the government did what god couldn't do!"

Promila wiped her tears nodding in agreement while the matron stood up and before she took a leave, she pouted..."Take care of her. She is a precious woman now!"

"We will. Thank you mashimoni for  taking care of Debu so far!" Pallavi smiled and escorted the elderly lady outside the house.

"Such a sadist bitch she is!!! chiii she is poisoning maa too!" Subosree cooed angrily for Pallavi and headed to her room. When she reached the room, she stopped with a big awe on her mouth. Her eyes rounded up more.

"Umm dadabhai?"

The gown was taken off and was lying on the floor while Debojit sat naked on the chair studing his new parts. The shocked upset man studied his slender neck first and noticed how smooth and soft it was. His face was the same somehow to a level, but the lower body was certainly not his anymore! It belonged to a ripe woman.

Subosree kept the jug aside and just kept quiet studing how his dadabhai looked at his new female body. The girl had to admit that the figure of his dadabhai belonged to a stunningly sexually attractive woman who oozed sex without a doubt. 

Debojit kept feeling his neck in shame and then looked down to his

Breasts! Big B-cupped ones!

Subosree saw in awe at how her dadabhai discovered his new big breasts, feeling their width and the softness of the globes. The young sister covered her mouth in the sheer newness of this whole scenario she was witnessing and Debojit kept his eyes glued on his breasts. His mouth closed but eyes wide open in horror. The room looked silent but more like darkly silent.

In the meantime, Promila hesitated to see her son. Pallavi insisted that she should comfort her once-son and spend some time with him.

"Palu shona, how can I face him?? did you see his eyes. Aw my Debu!!" Promila purred and her breasts heaved with maternal love and empathy. 

"Maa please! Debu needs you to comfort him....uhmmm sorry her!" Pallavi cooed.

"I think you are right" Promila purred again, but she stil didn't get up.

On the other hand, Subosree noticed her dadabhai now explore his hips, his navel and the slightly more curvy thighs of his. However the real shock occured when Debojit's eyes lay on his groin area and he had just forwarded a finger when suddenly he eyed Subosree's shocked and awed face on the mirror and he himself became terrified of a second person's presence!

"GET OUTTT!!!!!!!!!!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HEREEE!!!" 

Debojit shivered and took a flower vase from the nearby shelf and banged it on the door. To Subosree's luck, she missed from getting hurt and she rushed out of the room. However the sound had made Pallavi and Promila rush to the girl's room. 

"Maa....dadabhai needs to be left alone I think!" A frightened Subosree cooed while Promila decided something and cooed...

"Subu let Dada sleep in your room, you sleep with your boudi tonight!"

Subosree hated Pallavi to the core, but somehow agreed because it was surely a better option than to get hurt from her aggressive brother who was likely to have mood swings. 

Pallavi and Promila then headed to the kitchen to prepare the dinner, while Subosree left her brother alone and decided to just stay in the hall untill dinner. She then realised she has yet to give the gift from Neelima, but then she realised that the time was not right yet. It was important for her dadabhai to mentally relax first.

In the meantime, Debojit got up from his chair and studied his womanly nude body. 

"No........NO!!!!! NO WAY...............GAWDDDD!!!!" 

The traumetized man realised he was now a woman and he just laid on his bed with is elbow on his eyes to cover his tearful eyes, not realising that he was slowly drifting off to sleep afterall he was tired from all the mental stress since morning.

The Small Mysterious Dream :

Debojit was currently running in a very isolated forest and that too naked!

His breasts swayed to and fro and his thighs had a slight wobble. He wanted to run away from the world and his face had a mild agony while he ran and ran ahead. 

However just then!

He realised he collided with a bark of tree and then he corrected himself...

It was the wide chest of a man...Strong and Robust!

Debojit strangely didn't look upto the man, but a pair strong hands and arms caught hold of his soft feminine spine and hugged him hard. To his own utter shame, Debojit felt new reactions inside his body as he felt the hard chest of the unknown man firmly cling to him and for a few moments, he and the man remained passive untill the feel of a very hard penis knocked on his new jewels. 

Surely Debojit realised he didn't have the penis anymore and to his horror the hard rock penis belonged to the man who clung to him but not as a tormenter or a potential rapist, but rather like a protector! Like the knight who showed compassion and care for his damsel.

The unknown man murmered something in a language unknown to Debojit, but he didn't bother with these. He moreover felt a safety and a new sexual awekening with the robust man who hugged him. 

The Dream was over in the next moment with chirping of the birds!

'Kaaak kkaaaaaaaaaakkk'

The typical sound of crows who sat by the window pane woke up Debojit who realised it was morning already! 

"Uh! weird dream!" He cooed and then noticed a silhoutte near the door. 

"W...who is it??" Debojit pouted. He raised the bedsheets to cover his breasts and the person to step in was none other than his ex-wife Pallavi!

"Debu.......good morning!" Pallavi cooed and stepped in to see her ex-husband shamefully looking down, unable to face her eye to eye.

Pallavi didn't mind this gesture and rather she sat next to Debojit, lifting his chin up slowly and to her relief, he atlast looked at her. The naughty ex-wife admired his beautiful face after a long time. She remembered how her sahelis would tease her that jamai babu looked so feminine and now she openly smiled rememering those compliments.

"Eesshhh o maa...... you look so gorgeous Debu!" 

Pallavi then ran her palm from her husband's cheeks to down to cope a feel of his slender neck and then to his creamy soft shoulders. She was awed at how much the Bobby operation had changed his body. 

"Such a delicate angel hmmmmmmmmm!" Pallavi cooed and pinched on Debojit's cheeks which made him blush with intense embarrasment. 

"St...ttop it Palo! I dd....don't feel okay w...with th...this!!!" Debojit looked down and pouted.

"But Debu! you need to get ready!" Pallavi cooed with a latent excitement.

"For what?" Debojit pouted. His heart thumped hard all of a sudden.

"For a small pooja, where you shall be renamed!" Pallavi winked with mischeif. 

"Rename??" Debojit wondered.

"Now quickly get ready! None of us had our breakfast yet. We have to fast untill the pooja is done!!" Pallavi pouted and eyed her ex-husband's fresh new breasts which were covered with the bedsheet.

"Hey were you ummmm doing naughty things with your new body Debu?" Pallvi cooed with a mischevious giggle, while Debojit turned a bit enraged and he pouted....

"Shutup Palo! just leave me alonee!!!"

"Amar Shona moni!!! Ki Lajuk re!

Amar Shona moni ki lajuk re!"

(My sweetheart is such a shy angel)

Pallavi teased Debojit with a tone that looked mocking, but more like a play-way.

However, Pallavi got up and forwarded a saree set to her husband, pouting...."Wear this!"

"A saree???? NO WAY! just get out!" Debojit shoved the saree aside and Pallavi just for the sake of the moment, pouted...."Fine, just wear whatever you want and come out! Pondit moshai has already arrived!"

"Urgh gawd!!! what else awaits me!" Debojit pouted to himself and after Pallavi left, he jumped off the bed and got dressed in a simple tshirt and track pants. With a lot of reluctance, he came out and saw the hall been decorated with the typical pooja like atmosphere and he looked at how his mother and sister looked at him. 

"Debu come quick!"

Debojit sat with his legs folded with a lot of reluctance and finally after some spoon dips on the fire, the golden question was asked by the pandit...

"Didimoni, what name would you prefer for your newfound daughter?"

Promila happened to sit precisely besides her son and the mother rubbed his forehead with sheer maternal affection for sometime. This rubbing of the forehead made Debojit feel somehow a little better and then however came the real bang!

The new name!

"Go on maa, decide a name for your daughter!" Pallavi cooed in the typical naughty tone. She found this moment very fascinating, while Subosree looked at her ex-bhabhi in a mean way, and then looked at her mother.

A small tension took place in the atmosphere around and then with a heavy sigh, Promila smiled and rubbed the scalp of her bobbyfied son, pouting....

"Debosree! this will be her name!"

Hearing "her" from his own mother made Debojit shiver to the core and he felt more embarrased. The name made him cringe very much!

"Debosree?? urghh!!! a female...... oh god! Is this really happening with me??"

"Oh my! sweet name maa!" Pallavi cooed and deliberately winked at Subosree, who gasped at this audacity of her brother's ex-wife. If there was one person she hated the most, it was her ex-bhabhi!!

"Subu, what do you think? you legally have a new sister now!!" Pallavi cooed with a breif sarcasm in her tone which made her nanad just sigh with a 'hmmph!"

The pandit prayed some inaudible mantras and touched the forehead of Debojit, who sat in a way where he could cover his breasts with his elbows. All of a sudden even the presence of a male pandit made him feel a bit of uncomfortable and Pallavi resisted a cute naughty giggle at that. 

Subosree noticed the discomfort of her once-dada bhai and she emphathised with him in her mind.

"Okay didimoni, the pooja has finished. Debosree khoki shall lead a prosperous and a happy life of a worthy woman. I have prayed so to the gods above!"

Promila smiled and rubbed her palm on her now-daughter's head in a maternal way once more, pouting.... 

"Yes ponditmoshai! My precious daughter Debosree!" 

"And my lovely sister Debosree!" Pallavi cooed while passing a naughty smirk to Subosree, who felt a headspin from acknoledging the reality infront of her. 

Moments later when the pandit left, Pallavi recieved a call and she excused herself. In the meantime, Debosree felt awful and she shouted to her mom straightaway...

"WHY THIS NAME MAA?? URGHH ITS SO FEMININE AND I AM DEBOJIT!!!! I UHHH AH HMMPH!"

Debosree banged her feet on the floor in a subtle way and Subosree held her shoulder right then, pouting...."Please relax dadabhai!"

"Oh Subo! its your didbhai!!! are you blind?" Pallavi swayed in a casual way and smirked, while Promila sighed and agreed with a soft pout...

"Umm Subu, your Promi didi is right. Calm your didbhai down! she is a little furious!"

"Gawd maa!!!!!! not you too!!" Debosree looked down in defeat, but Promila walked towards her and lifted her chin up, pouting... "You shall be my elder daughter!! ah....god has given me the solace of having the first child as a daughter now! so glad you are as fair as me shona! However, I just wished that...

"The hair was longer and some delicious gloss on the lips and a ravishing saree right maa?" Pallavi purred like a sly cat and she caught hold of her ex-husband's shoulders, shaking him a bit with her words and Debosree has a panic grimace on his face. The word 'saree' shook him with a minor current!

"Um a saree and a long hair? oh ummmm perhaps you are right Palo-shona!" Promila cooed. Her heart bursting with a maternal excitement to see Debosree clad in a saree with red and white bangles. 

"Hmmmmmmmmm" Promila was lost in her own world when just then Pallavi did a fake cough 'ehhrrmmm' which made Subosree, Debosree and Promila gaze at her. Just then all of a sudden Promila remembered the phone call interruption and she cooed.... "Whose call was it Palo-shona?"

Pallavi made a deliberate coy gesture and looked down to pout out very softly...... "Reema aunty has called for a ummmmm a photshoot today itself!"

Subosree gasped and Debosree raised an eyebrow. Promila on the other hand sighed with a smile.

"Maa??? boudi is so shameless she is reffering to her second marriage!!! infront of you and..."

Subosree stopped when she by chance laid her eyes on her once-elder brother's bulging breasts through the tshirt. She now hesitated to use the word 'dadabhai naturally!'. But Debosree was shocked! In her mind, she couldn't accept another marriage for his once wife!!!

"Promi??? what the hell are you saying??" Debosree felt hurt, but Promila scolded her now-daughter...

"Debi! behave yourself! she is your sister now!!"

Pallavi smirked with a hand to mouth giggle, while Subosree gasped with her hand raised to her mouth. She noticed a slight aggression in her mother's voice and she just hoped it was her delusion.

"SISTTERR???? MAA!!  NO!!! SHE IS MY WI.........."

"Debu sweetie!!! I 'was' your wife and don't go yelling to the world about our marriage!!! you are BOBBY now!!! maa please make her understand!!"

Debosree gasped and his eyes teared up when his own mother pouted...

"She is right Debi! behave like a propper daughter and listen to what your sister has to say!"

Promila stopped all of a sudden. She bit her lip when she noticed the amount aggression in her voice and then she rationalized her own behavior in mind...

"Debojit is gone now. Debosree is my new daughter! I deserve the authority to scold her if I want!!"

Subosree hated this conversation and made a grimace of a face to her ex-bhabhi before leaving the hall with a furious state of mind. Promila ignored her younger daughter and rubbed the shoulder of Pallavi, pouting..."What did Reema aunty say Palo-shona?"

With a smirk, Pallavi began to walk and deliberately she walked around Debosree, pouting...

"Maa, Reema aunty told me if I was ready for the shoot today evening and I ummmm convinced her if I can bring along my sweet sister with me!!! and she AGREED!!!"

Debosree felt irritated from Pallavi's tone and she raised her voice in doubt..."Wait, Subu?? She is too young for marriage!!"

Promila didn't speak a word and just hid a smile as much as she could because she knew the person who was being reffered to and Pallavi then pinched her ex-husband's cheek pouting...

"No Silly girl!!! Not Subu, YOU!"

Debojit felt he could get a potential heart attack and he gasped..."WHAT?? NO WAY!! MAAA??"

The terrified bobby tapped her foot on the ground, but Promila maternally rubbed his head and cooed...."Accept the reality Debi! Me and Palu have sorted a saree for you! make sure you wear it!!!"

"No way I will wear a saree!!!!! what's wrong with you all??? LEAVE ME ALONE!" Debosree sighed with agony and a defeat which he was not willing to accept at all.

"Ummm....maa its okay! She can wear whatever she wants! ummmmmm it's just a shoot afterall!" Pallavi managed to handle the situation and Promila agreed with a half smile. Her mind still a bit enraged on her now-daughter for not obeying her, but she kept this enragement to herself.

Debosree felt a heart thump when she realised she had to go for the photoshoot or else she knew the consequences of a Bobby not complying with rules. She had heared stories from her matron kakimoni at the Bobby cell about the reluctant Bobbys who objected and this made her keep quiet about it. 

But the horror didn't cease in her mind...

"A photoshoot for marriage......... WITH A MAN? Oh gawddd!!"

"Take some rest now Debi, I shall be ready to take both you and your sister for the photoshoot and please do a makeover atleast!" Promila sighed and she mentally assured herself that Pallavi will make sure her ex-son behaves well as a female.

Debosree just sighed in gloomyness and Pallavi rubbed her shoulders as she reached behind him, pouting very close to his ear...

"I will maa! I love my sweet sister soooo much!" Pallavi winked at Debosree who blushed deep red with intense embarrassment because the same woman was her wife once and now life took an awful turn.

.....................

Evening, Reema's studio :

"Has Mrs Bhattacharya shown up yet with her daughters?" Reema aunty sipped her coffee and cooed to her P.A.

"Not yet ma'am!' A sweet voice occured from the other side and Reema aunty tapped her fingers while looking at her watch. The studio lights were ready and photographers were tapping their feet and gazing their watches as well.

After a few more sighs from the mature matrimonial expert, a voice finally reached her ears...

"Miss Saigal, sorry to be late!"

Reema aunty sighed with a smile atlast to see not one, but three gorgeous ladies, with the exception of the third and the last female to enter, Debosree who was dressed in a tshirt and jeand and had his hair loose, but not long or cascading enough. 

"Wait, Mrs Bhattacharya, I am not familiar with her, who is she?" Reema aunty frowned on Debosree and realised it was a female for sure, but the tomboy look irritated her and Promila too realised how offended Reema was. However before the mature widow could say anything, Pallavi cooed...

"She is my sister!" 

"But you never mentioned of a sister before! I suspect that...." Reema aunty who was familiar with Bobbys had just raised an eyebrow when suddenly to everyone's surprise and to Debojit's shock, Promila herself cooed at that very moment...

"She used to be my son. But now she is my darling daughter Debosree!'

Debosree felt steam run from her ears and her heart thumped up hard when she saw her mother be so straightforward without hesitation. Pallavi too admired Promila's confidence, wheras Promila in her mind justified her promptness...

"If Shulekha boudi can accept her Bobby son. I can too! I am still her mother!"

"Maa uerrr.........wwhyy did you haave to??" Debosree purred like a whisper to her mother, but Promila admonished with a whisper back...

"Debi, behave yourself! we are already late because of your stubborness and can't you see you have upset Miss Saigal!"

Debosree left her mouth open in a gasp, while Pallavi naughtily cooed to her ex-husband....

"Debu shona! we already pampered you in wearing the silly tshirt and jeans, but for god sake, atleast apply this gloss!"

Debojit looked down to see a fresh pink lip gloss and he hesitated with sweaty palms..... 

"Uh Palo...please! I am already too embarassed!!!"

Reema aunty noticed that gloss and then noticed the emptyness on Debosree's lips. She got up from her chair and took the gloss and showed it to the Bobby, pouting..

"You will do as your wellwishers want, okay? Bobbys are not allowed to protest or be pampered!!!"

Debosree shut her mouth when Reema aunty showed eyes full of dominance and a mild agony. While Promila felt a little bad to have an outsider admonish her once-son, Pallavi on the other hand smirked at the scolding of her once-husband and to add some spice to the situation, she cooed with mischeif...

"Um allow me some time to make-over my sister's face a bit!!! you see she was slightly ummm hesitant!"

Debosree gasped and looked at her mother, who didn't say a word. She allowed Pallavi to have her own way and then pouted..

"Pallavi, take Debosre and have his lips and cheeks adorned well for the shoot! I want her to look all ready!!! I have already ignored the lack of a saree!"

Reema smiled when she noticed the sterness of the mother and how she accepted the present reality and spoke to her once-son like her normal daughter. 

Once Pallavi took Debosree to the groom room, Reema aunty had a breif chat with Promila.

"I must say Bengali women are so gorgeous!"

"Umm oh thank you so much!" Promila smiled.

"I must compliment you on how you have accepted the reality. I know it's hard as a mother!" Reema cooed again.

"Yes it was hard. But, I am an educated practical woman. Life has to move on and hmmmmm I still love my 'daughter'! "

"Sweet!" Reema smiled and ordered a cup of coffee for Promila, allowing her to take a seat.

In the meantime, inside the Groom-room :

"Pucker your lips shona!" Pallavi smirked with mischeif.

"Palo not too much gloss please!!" Debosree cringed in her mind when his ex-wife applied the gloss well enough for both his upper and lower lips.

"Shutup! I want my sister to look supremely gorgeous!!! So what, if she hasn't wore a saree! Men will kill to just admire you!"

Debosree felt weird ants creeping up her skin when Pallavi just playfully mentioned "Men!" and yet she continued to gloss her lips with a murmering of a random song, but no way could Debosree accept that she was to be a partner for a random man!

"Ah ummmmmm now pull your hair behind your ears! ah yes like this!"

Pallavi caught a tuff of front hair from her ex-husband's forehead and ears and got them behind to make it resemble a feminine hair and then she took out something from her purse.

It shined!

"Whaa...." With a gasp from her deliciously glossed lips, Debosree noticed it was a pair of round earings.

"For you shona!" Pallavi purred in a naughty manner and smirked.

"Wasn't the gloss enough?" Debosree sighed in sadness and anger combined, but Pallavi kissed her cheek and cooed...

"No!!! not enough! Wear the earings or else you know the agencies are not kind to protesting bobbys, right?"

Debosre gulped her spit and remembered when the matron had mentioned stories of Bobbys being sent to brothels and Awful therapic mediums just to be able to comply with whatever was decided for them.

Debosree surely didn't want anything worse happening and she sighed with a pout...."Hmmmph...fine! go on!"

Pallavi smiled and adjusted the earings on Debosree's ears. She was glad that her ex-husband did his thread ceremony long ago when he was a small boy, thus making his earlobes pierced by default.

On the other hand, Promila had such a long gossip with Reema aunty that she almost spilled out the whole story of how her son failed to be a man and then ended up being a Bobby and what amazed her the most that Pallavi decided to stay over and pose as a sister instead of an ex-wife.

"Oh my..... very interesting! your bahu has accepted the reality with a lot of bravery I must say!"

Promila sipped on her last bits of coffee and cooed...

"Uhmm..... well yes. Pallavi is not my bahu anymore, she is also my daughter now. Now I am gifted with not one, but three daughters!"

Reema smiled and noticed that Promila ate just one samosa out of the five kept on her plate. Very politely she cooed..."You haven't eaten much Promilaji!"

Promila for one tiny moment, looked at the samosas and then sighed with a smile, shifting her eyes away from the plate, cooeing...

"Uhm.. oh no, I am fine. Two is good enough for me!" 

Reema aunty smiled and clearly decided something in her mind, but she didn't think much on it and even Promila didn't bother to read the lady's face much, but then with a sigh, the matromonial expert looked at her watch and got to the context...

"Promilaji, I hope your so....I mean, your daughter will show up!"

"I trust Pallavi! She will convince my s............I mean, her sister!" Promila finished her coffee and kept in on the plate. No sooner she had finished, both Pallavi and Debosree showed up.

"Oh my Debi! eeeshhh ki mishti lagche toke!!" (How sweet you look dear) 

Promila cooed and got up from her chair to admire Debosree's pink lip gloss and the round earings. Infact her hair looked better managed with the excess amount behind his ears, reaching his neck. 

"It doesn't really matter Promilaji, that your daughter is not wearing a saree! Afterall, her assets are clearly so visible even in the tshirt and jeans! my my! Such a ravishing angel she is!'

Promila noticed the bulge of the B-cup breasts and the hip and thigh curve through her ex-son's clothes and she blushed looking down, and mentally she had to agree that her son has blossomed to a beautiful woman now.

"Your sister is as gorgeous as you Pallavi!" Reema aunty smiled and Pallavi smirked with a low toned...."I know!"

"Okay then, Manoj and Akash! Please take the ladies to the camera room and do what you are supposed to do!"

"Wait..... the photographers are men??" Debosree felt her heart thump and saw two very handsome men in black polo shirts and blue jeans come upto her and Pallavi, who smirked and laid an eye on her terrified ex-husband.

"C'mmon Debu, let's not keep the men waiting! Time for some Clicky clicks!" 

Pallavi purred in a naughty way while Debosree trickled down a sweat bead from her forehead at the thought of male to help her pose for the portflolio, while Promila noticed both photographers were male and she sort of wondered..

"I hope Debu doesn't panic, no wait...he shouldn't.... he is a woman afterall!"

Promila blushed at her own thoughts and just hoped that the shoot would turn out near and successfull, when she watched Pallavi and Debosree follow the men into their respective camera rooms. 

Reema aunty smirked noticing the sway of Debosree's ass even within the jeans and then, she looked at a slightly concerned Promila and cooed...

"Relax, Debosree will be alright!"

[Mintu08]

Be tuned.

[Mintu08]

I have deep respect for my readers and I also have faith on the fact that each reader of mine has faith on me as a writer. However, I am not at all apologetic about this story because it has a certain context which demands the surreal atmosphere throughout.

I know there are several themes that can be presented as a story and in future I will bring more diverse themes for sure. All I have to say is kindly be with the story if you wish to. If not, then you can surely wait for a new story in future which may be of your liking.

Once again, I have deep respect for my readers but I am also a very serious boatman who prefer sailing the boat to its required shore.

Be tuned for tomorrow.

[Mintu08]

Chapter 20

Debosree noticed the male photographer who took Pallavi inside his assigned room, while the man next to him held her shoulder just lightly, which still shook her and she pouted out of discomfort....

"I uh I can walk my own way!!"

"Uhmmm well, sorry, I was just escorting you to the room!" The man cooed and gave Debosree the space to walk inside and he followed her. 

Debosree walked inside very slowly and noticed the spotlights focussing on him in the semi-darkened room. The photographer then gestured with his hand to show her where to stand and she noticed the spotlight on a red curtained wall. 

"Go on! and kindly allow me to show you the right poses!" 

The photographer smirked and the fact was that his eyes never left Debosree's bosom, even though it was wrapped well within a simple tshirt. Debosree noticed it and cooed in his mind....

"Idiot! Had I been a male, I would have wacked the ass out of him!!!!"

The man set the lights and then stood precisely infront of Debosree and there was a slight wicked pause. The tshirt being a V-neck presented a good amount of cleavage and Debosree felt very awful with the way his eyes scanned her cleavage. She almost had prepared a mind to punch his face, but then also felt some unknown signals from the stare of the man.

"Urrghhh what signals are these?? Yuckk the way he is looking at me!!!" 

Debosree cooed inside her male mind and then the man held her chin all of a sudden. The touch of male fingers under the chin aroused a tiny signal inside the Bobby and she hated to admit some tiny pangs once more inside her body.

"Uhmmm yes, just keep your face upfront and held your hand on your waist, while the other hand on your upper thigh!"

The man posed and showed Debosree the way he wanted and she somehow did, because violating the rules would allow the system to take steps against her and therefore she complied.

Debosree did as he said and felt a bit odd in thrusting her breasts out in a sort of proud way through her tshirt, while keeping the face straight up, while one hand on the hip and the other calmly placed on the upper thigh. 

"Good!" The man clicked and then stepped ahead to stand front of the still-annoyed Bobby.

"Hmmmmmmm, don't mind if I say this, but you have good assets! Good shape indeed!" The man smirked, clearly with the intention to flirt and Debosree again felt a tiny adrenaline rush when she clearly studied his eyes glued to her breasts and she knew what the 'assets' were according to him.

"But why the stirrings inside me? urghhhhh am I feeling womanly inside too now?" 

Debosree cooed with quite a lot of discomfort deep inside his mind and in the meantime, the man held his hand straightaway.

"Heeyyy whaa...." Debosree protested and felt some tension when the man held her hand and stared deep into her eyes. Finally, he cooed...

"Just relax! I have handled enough females and Bobbys and I can handle you too well! Just comply or else I will be obliged to report to Miss Saigal!"

Debosree shook a bit and nodded slowly and allowed the man to have his way. He held her hand and then lifted her whole arm up and then advised her....

"Raise the other hand up too and look up closing your eyes. Showcase your well-formed assets!"

Pouting so, the man lifted the other arm too and advised Debosree again to remain like that. She tried hard to comply and dropped a bead of sweat when he again shot the picture and clearly her pose allowed no guard on her breasts. Overall the globes remained in the tshirt, thrusted out as if inviting a man to grasp and maul them.

"The globes are so damn perfect!! Lucky is the bastard who will get his hands on her!" 

The male photographer cooed in his mind and clicked three different angles of the same pose of Debosree.

By the time, this shoot was done, Debosree dropped quite some beads of sweat from her forehead and the man then had a call on his phone all of a sudden. He excused himself, allowing Debosree to breathe free and sigh in peace. Although her mind hating to think of her ex-wife Pallavi with her own male photographer in the other room.

On the other side :

Pallavi gladly studied the male gaze of her photographer. Her soul excited to be wickedly yearning for his attention somehow because its been a while she was divorced from her husband and now any remote male attention sort of aroused her.

The man did the same perticular poses with Pallavi which was done with Debosree in the other room. The only difference being that Pallavi shamelessly enjoyed his touches and added to this slight physical contact, were his constant praises...

"All poses look good on your Pallavi! I must say! umm is it possible to show me some...." 

Pallavi understood his thoughts and she cooed with a bite on the lower lip...."Hmmmm cleavage?"

The man smiled and stepped closer to pout a flirty "Yes!"

Pallavi smiled and did some more additional poses where she would...

Look front and hold one hand on her exposed waist.

Lay down on the studio sofa and rest her head on her elbow, looking up lustily.

The last one being, laying down on her back and looking up towards the camera.

In all these above three poses, one thing remained similar..

A good amount of cleavage exposed!

"Wow Pallavi!! just wow! Terrific!!!" 

The man helped Pallavi get up on her feet again, only to again gaze deep into her still exposed cleavage. Pallavi too realised it and assembled her pallu, but very slowly as if she found some latent sensual mischief in the act. 

"Umm thanks. Is ummm Debosree done too?" Pallavi wondered about her ex-husband and smirked, wondering his experience with a male photographer.

"I am sure she is done! Unless she too gave some additional poses!"

Both Pallavi and the man giggled and Pallavi's eyes very randomly went on the bicep bulge of the man. It wasn't too bulging, but surely he seemed manlier for sure, compared to what her husband was. A deep voice in her allowed her to compliment the photographer all of a sudden...

"Nice ones!" 

"Well umm sorry?" The man packed up his cameras and looked at Pallavi's puppy eyes.

"Ah uhmm I mean your biceps!" Pallavi strangely felt the yearning to flirt with the cute hunk photographer for a bit and then raised an eyebrow when the man laughed out all of a sudden.

"Sorry, umm what is so funny?" Pallavi enquired. 

"Uh nothing Pallavi! it's just that........I hope you have seen the prospect males right?"

Pallavi recollected the magazine of the macho men and with a small quiver between her legs, she nodded..."Mmmhmmm I do.... so?"

"Surely you are expecting much more I am sure! the men have even bigger bicep bulges! ummm they say the man who won the competition has 17 or so!"

Pallavi's eyes rounded and her breasts heaved inside her blouse. She gasped..."17 inches of Bicep bulges?"

"Yup!" The photographer cooed smiling, noticing the lost expression of the clearly aroused Pallavi.

When Pallavi left the studio with the man, she noticed Debosree already sitting next to her mother, but with an ashamed and gloomy expression. But despite the gloomy aura, her glossy lips and her pouty face looked gorgeous to Pallavi.

"Never knew Debu would transform into such a beautiful woman oh my!" 

"The pictures are wonderful Mrs Bhattacharya! I shall let you know soon on the progress!" Reema aunty smiled and shook hands with the matronly widow, who smiled too and then looked at both Pallavi and Debosree, pouting....

"I just hope my girls get their respective Princes!"

Reema aunty noticed two different expressions. On one hand where Pallavi blushed with arousal, on the other. Debosree cringed and the cringe was eating her up now. But then she looked down and gasped in more sadness seeing her feminine figure. 

"I am sure your daughters will get the right MAN!" Reema aunty smirked and when the three left, she cooed in her mind....

"I wonder what Promila will have to say when she finds out that her damaads are not Bong! hehe"

When the three stepped out, Promila's eyes accidently reached the poster of Daksh Kulkarni, posing as a typical macho man. His slightly oily dark toned skin kind of made Promila pout out softly to herself...

"Uff these are groom prospects or bodybuilders? such pehelwaan like bodies, I hope Reema finds normal men!"

But Debosree and Pallavi saw it too and while Pallavi looked at the bicep bulge with utmost lust, Debosree gasped and her heart skipped a beat when she feared being a prospect to such a hunkish man in future. Pallavi on the other hand sat inside the car, but her mind only lusting after the photographer's words along with Daksh's poster...

"Their Bicep bulges has to be atleast 17 or so!"

The sentence kept looping inside Pallavi's mind and she bit her lip when she suddenly remembered Daksh's semi naked body in the gallery poster. She shivered when she almost felt as if the tall dark hunk was looking directly into her eyes even through the poster. 

"Urgh not again!"

Pallavi realised she was once again slightly drenched between her legs and even her petticoat cloth was sticky in a way. She shifted, re-adjusting her saree and Promila cooed to her...."Are you okay Palo-shona?"

"Ummm yes maa I am urm...fine!" Pallavi sat normally atlast, avoiding the wet patch of her petticoat. On the other hand, Debosree looked down with a hand on her head and Promila now shifted her attention to her new daughter...

"Debi, don't be upset shona. Accept things as they are!"

Promila surely empathized with her once-son and touched Debosree's shoulder softly which made the gloomy Bobby just cooe out...

"Uh Maa..... I am fine..."

But the fact was Debosree wondered how on earth can she accept her new feelings of aroused nipples and  tiny ripples throughout her skin when the male photographer touched her here and there while he showed her the poses.

"Chii!! I am undergoing all the feminine feelings!! oh god!!" 

Debosree cooed in her mind, while the car proceeded towards her house.

....................

Mumbai, Kulkarni Villa :

The photos of both Pallavi and Debosree were on the large tv screen of the main hall, where Prajakta sat and she looked at both the gorgeous bong females. She sure had contact with Eastern women, but formally and she had to admit that they looked so gorgeous. 

Infact, not only Pallavi, but even Debosree's round fair face impressed the Marathi lady.

"Hmmmmmmm....... "

Prajakta had her tablet on her hand where Reema aunty sighed and awaited a response with her fingers crossed. From the other side of the tablet, she looked deeply into expression of Prajakta Kulkarni and how she tapped her ringed fingers on her lap as she saw the images of Debosree and Pallavi.

"Both the girls are very gorgeous indeed Reema! Such angelic features and surely I adore Bengali girls personally, but..."

"But?" Reema gazed deep into her tablet. 

"I don't really appreciate the fact that one of the sisters have not been groomed well! Why is she dressed in such a tomboyish manner?"

Prajakta's eyes scanned Debosree's outfit once more. The face round and fair had everything radiant about it. However, it was the tshirt and jeans that annoyed the Marathi lady. 

"Reema? Do you have to say anything about it? Why is she not in a bridal saree? Is she a very pampered girl?"

Prajakta's enquiry made Reema spill out the truth about Debosree and the further she said, the more amazed Prajakta became. Her pupils rose up when she realised it was a Bobby!

"Oh Deva! So she is a Bobby? It was so hard to guess. The fair soft skin and the round face! Oh my!"

Prajakta eyed the round big beautiful eyes of Debosree and then her rosebud lips and despite being in a tomboy mode, the gracious curvy figure couldn't be denied. The poses were very sensual and it made sure that through the tshirt and jeans, Debosree's precious assets still stood out, specially her jutting breasts, her round hips and robust thighs. 

Compared to Debosree, Pallavi was slightly slimmer, but she too stood out very gracious. Her bong saree clad figure already made Prajakta decide that she would be the first preference!

"Daksh will look good with her! Hmmmmm." Prajakta wondered in her mind and then she looked at Debosree and made up her mind once more....

"If Daksh gets married to the actual girl and Harsh with the Bobby, I will earn a good name! This will also help me in keeping my word about giving similar dignity to Bobbys. And moreover, the Bobby looks equally graceful! It's just the attire that needs to be updated!"

Reema noticed the calm soothing expression of Prajakta and she took the initiative of asking straightaway....

"Ummm so Mrs Kulkarni, what do you ummm feel about... I mean what decision did you..."

After some more moments of a paise, Prajakta cooed...

"Reema, I have made up my mind. I have a liking for both these girls and have decided to make them my sons brides! However I have a condition!"

Reema smiled with the satisfaction that the 'Rishta' was finally made and then she pouted with eagerness...."Yes Mrs Kulkarni? What condition?"

Prajakta sighed for a bit and then continued......

"I will personally visit their house and meet their mother and I hope things work out the way I want!"

Reema smiled wide and cooed...

"Oh Mrs Kulkarni that's wonderful! You must come to Kolkata for sure and meet Mrs Bhattacharya! She is such a sweet lady."

"Hmmmmmm okay then. I want you to send the girl's picture to Daksh and the Bobby's picture to Harsh! Let them know about their brides!"

Reema smiled again and cooed..."Ofcoarse!"

When Reema disconnected, Prajakta summoned for her house secretary and commanded straightaway...

"I need the earliest flight to Kolkata tomorrow!" 

..............

Subosree's College :

"Idiot! You didn't give the gift to your didibhai yet?" Neelima pouted with an evil naughty smirk, punching softly on the skinny arm of Subosree who scolded her bestie back..

"Ouch! Neelu! Stupid!! Uh... it's not so easy to accept dadabhai as a female!!! I mean....urgh! This is just so damn bizzare!!"

Neelam made a naughty face yet once again and then pulled some more leg...

"Are boka! Accept her as your didi now!! Ummmmmm hey! Tell me something honestly!"

Subosree wanted to yank the elbows of her bestie which coiled around her neck at this moment, but she didn't want to be mean or rude. Surprisingly she participated in the conversation and pouted..."what is it?"

"Is Debu didi ummm fingering herself yet??" 

"NEEELU!!! GET LOST! URGH!!" 

Annoyed of the question, Subosree yanked away the elbows of her bestie and she shrugged looking the other side. Neelima giggled a bit and then played a trump card right away. 

"Ok! Don't tell me. I have something with me and if I send it to Promi kakima! Don't scold me okay??"

Subosree suddenly changed her expression! Her eyebrows raised and she slowly looked at her bestie with a shakey voice...

"Wait! What do you mean Neelu??" 

"Neelam smirked devilishly and opened her phone to show something to Subosree and the moment she laid her eyes on the screen, her mouth gasped and her pupils rose up.

Subosree realised the video was about herself! 

The Scenario in the video -

Inside the Ladies washroom, at a suitable isolated corner, Subosree had the Macho Squad magazine on her hand which she had sneakily taken from under Pallavi's pillow just out of curiosity. The video focussed on how she lustily looked at the macho men and yanked her salwar down to her thighs. She had a pretty white panty with a nice faded round patch which proved her arousal from holding the magazine alone.

Gazing at page after page of well muscled men, Subosree purses her lips and first slowly mauls her cunny from within her panty and she does it for quite some time. Her eyes not leaving the pages of the magazine even for one moment.

Looking further, Subosree also raised her hand up and mauled each kameez clad breast of her's very very softly, although they were merely a budding A cup, but still the mounds sort of promised a future growth.

Mauling the small mangoes made Subosree moan a bit and then she flipped some more pages and she crossed some more lines. This time, she very shamelessly inserted two of her fingers into her pursed lips and made sure the two fingers were sparkling wet when they popped out of the mouth. 

With a small moan, Subosree got those wet fingers inside her panty and she made sure she very carefully just nudged the entrance of her wet cunny, not daring to prop further in because she was still a virgin afterall.

"Ah ummmmmmmmmmm!" Subosree moaned and probbed her cunny gently with the two fingers as she browsed through the men, be it a Bihari, Punjabi or a Marathi! One thing remained common and that was the alpha bodies with sex-oozing looks which aroused her so much that she paced her fingers inside the panty untill she moaned and clearly came!

The next moment Subosree was seen looking at her watch and then pulling her salwar up before she rushed out of the washroom.

_________

When the video ended, Subosree turned deep red out of embarrassment and she annoyingly looked at her smiling bestie and then turned her eyes away again, wondering....

"Such a bitch she is!!! When the hell did she sneak inside the washroom??"

"Oh ho!!! Madam! I never knew you were so Kinky and Horny deep inside!!! Wow."

Neelima smirked and walked next to Subosree and grabbed her phone back with a mischievous gaze while pouting out...

"You want me to send this to Promi kakima hmmmm?" 

"NEEELU!!! How could you!! So cheap of you to sneak peak like that!!!!"
 
Subosree's annoyed tone made Neelima pull some more leg...

"Accha? Really? Miss Innocent! Such a delicate petal like you can masturbate on those rich hunks!! Just imagine your Pallavi boudi and Debu didi masturbating to these as well!!!"

Pallavi's mentioning didn't bother Subosree much, but the thought of her once-dadabhai now a woman, masturbating like a any normal horny woman our there horrified the girl and she gasped with a hand on mouth.

"DELETE THAT VID OKAY?? PLEASE NEELU!" Subosree didn't trust her mischievous bestie in certain matters. But Neelima was also one of the cunning human beings on earth and she pouted very naughtily...

"Hmmmmmmm okay! I will, if you obey my commands!"

"Dhatt!! I don't want to discuss these things! Let's get back to class okay?" Subosree wanted to change the topic but Neelima didn't shift away from the spicy topic at all. Rather, she passed an instruction that amazed Subosree!

"Okay Subu! I won't talk about it, but if you want to keep your video a secret then you will open the gift yourself and keep the object under Debu Di's pillow!!"

Subosree then remembered the shape of the gift, a long vertical box and she still wondered what it could be. This made her pout out..."but what's in the box?"

Neelima pinched a cheek of her bestie and cooed...

"My kinky sweet Subu! Find out yourself!"

Subosree hoped the gift was nothing offensive but she also knew that her own masturbation video was even more offensive and her mother would strangle her if she got to know!

...................

Back Home :

Debosree was in her room and she was sitting on the bed with a pillow cuddled to her curvy body. She was still clad in her tshirt and she had just changed her jeans into a pajama which she wore even when she was a male back then. 

Right then the next moment, Pallavi steps in. She was clad in a simple saree and blouse once more and she had just arrived from the pooja room with some flowers and sweets on the plate.

"Debu! Hey, have a sweet!"

"Leave me alone Palo!!!" Debosree shrugged and looked the other side, ignoring the sweets which was actually her favourite once.

"Ufff!!! What's wrong with my sweet sister? Tell me something! Did you umm flirt with your photographer? Hmm? He was kinda cute!"

Hearing such awful lines from her once-wife made Debosree turn sick in the stomach and she genuinely complained with a raised voice...

"Shutup Palo!!! This is not easy!!! It's easy for you but not me!!! Urghhh!"

Pallavi surely had a bit of empathy for her ex-husband, but she didn't want to dull up the atmosphere and rather preferred reminding him of his current reality in a soothing naughty way!

"Debu!!! Stop being so dull!! I know you enjoyed the poses inside the studio and ummmm you are surely curious to see how a woman feels when her heart beats! Her breasts rise and her vagina quivers when the mind is aroused hmmmm? Right?"

Debosree bit her lip. Pallavi was right! Even the brief attention from the male photographer had slightly stirred her insides and being a man mentally, she was horrified to experience the feelings in her new body. She shivered suddenly when Pallavi climbed up the bed and rolled her elbows around her neck. A couple of weeks ago this gesture would have made Debosree pull Pallavi to her arms for a sensual moment, but now she didn't feel anything sexual, but rather irritated.

But the real irritation happened when Pallavi in that same gesture kissed a soft cheek of Debosree and cooed very closely to her ear...

"Debu! I promised ma that I won't sit in the mandap alone! You will join me too!!"

The idea itself was so bizzare and horrific that Debosree felt her heart turning as white as a sheet!

She wondered what time would bring ahead.

[Mintu08]

Be tuned.

[Mintu08]

Chapter 21

Debosree gulped when he heard the awful words from his once-wife and then he felt something build up in his eyes!

Deep watery tears!

But nothing of the depression or sadness type but more like the girl who was afraid of a male existence in her life. Pallavi being a woman herself realised this and she bit her lip and wiped the tiny droplet of tear from Debosree's cheek with a pouty tone....

"Aww...Debu! Precisely the reason why you lacked the Maleness in you! Admit it sweetie that you had these feminine instincts latent inside you and ummmm the Bobbyfication just managed to bring that out! Nothing is actually surprising here, right?"

Debosree sighed and she had actually opened her mouth to utter some word, but then again she stopped because her heart underwent a small pang of current when Pallavi wiped his tear and hinted towards something that almost shook Debosree!

"Hmmmmmmm, by the way Debu, tell me something very honestly ok shona?"

Pallavi's soft tone still sent the same shivers to Debosree back when she was a man, but now that the context was different and the tables had taken a dramatic turn, she just managed to cooe....."Um whaaat is it?"

Pallavi firmed her elbows around Debosree's neck and blew some air along with words straight into her ear....

"Did you ummm check the posters of those hunks out there in the studio by any chance hmmm?"

The moment Debosree heared the words, a deep shiver run through her body. She shivered at the slightest memory of the poster of muscled hunks that had adorned the wallspace of most portion of the studio. She also remembered how each men stared deep from their respective posters, as if the piece of paper had life in them,

"Uhhh no surely not!!! Palo!!! cmmon no wayy I ...." 

Debosree stopped and looked down!

Her eyes looked down to see something awful!

Erect nipples through the tshirt!

Debosree gasped and the gasp was inaudible. But she slowly looked up to see a smirking Pallavi. Her gorgeous smirk had that evil naughty smirk that made her look slightly devilish, but still she got one hand down and very softly touched one erect nipple of her ex-husband.

"SSsssss uhh!" Debosree cooed in the typical feminine manner and when she realised she had cringed like that, she wanted to slap herself! It was so damn feminine.

"Wooo ooopsssii....oh Debu! Someone else is aroused from those hunk posters ummmm?"

Suddenly the ex-husband male mind knocked in Debosree and she enquired with doubt.... "Someone else?? uhh who else?"

Pallavi giggled lightly at the idea that Debosree admitted that she was aroused herself and therefore, she too decided to be honest and pouted....

"Me silly! who else. Uff Debu!!! ofcoarse I will be turned on by those muscled men who resemble the alpha tarzans and that is how nature is supposed to be right shona? Ask all those women who had husbands Bobbyfied like you!!!"

Debosree sniffed a small portion of tear again from her eyes and she hated to admit that she was a beta male herself previously. Pallavi then pulled some more leg and wiped the tear from her once-husband's eyes and pouted...

"Truth is bitter Debu! Forget the past and embrace this new body. Don't be silly and stubborn like a small child! What happened has happened. You were my husband in a past birth and now we are sisters!!! Debu this is not fair, you aren't even asking me for a share of my sarees!!!!"

Debojit felt his brain recieving a shock therapy from Pallavi's words. She gulped and turned red, but hated to admit that her new body was already yearning for new fresh experiences!

The experience to explore more feminine desires!

The eagerness to peek on those muscled posters once more!

The curiosity to try out a saree even!!!

"Urghhhh stop it Palo!!!! pllleaaasee, I am getting mad. My head will burst up now!!"

Debosree shrugged and Pallavi sighed and decided to leave her alone for sometime. She got up from the bed, releasing her elbows from around Debosree and stood up to head towards the door. However, before she would leave the room, she pouted softly once more...

"Debu! Perhaps you will one day embrace the new body of your's! And then you will thank me truely!"

Pallavi left the room after pouting those words and Debosree banged not one, but two to three pillows on the tiles with rage in her eyes, but the rage turned into tears and she wiped them again herself, not willing to reduce to a crying damsel!

"A crying damsel??? uhhhhhh what did I get myself into???"

Debosree cooed in mind and to her relief, she looked down to see her nipples turned back to normal. But, she felt a deep embarrasment when she remembered the moan she had emitted out when Pallavi rubbed an aroused nipple through the tshirt.

"UUHHH NOO WAAAYYYY!!! These feelings are so effeminate!!! uhhhhh is my mind transforming too???"

Debosree pouted and she got up from the bed, to open the window and look outside. From his window, she randomly noticed a group of men on the paan taapri and one of them accidenly looked upto her. The sight of the random man disturbed her and she rushed her head back inside the room, closing the window. 

"Ufff! goddd!!!! spare mee!!!"

Debosree sat back and decided to read a novel, which she used to read even back when she was Debojit the man. It was a two-sided erotic romance and somehow the novel had made him feel like the male protagonist earlier and she thought she would atleast read and mentally feel like a man for atleast some time.

....................


Netaji Subash Chandra Airport :

"Mrs Kulkarni! Welcome to Kolkata! Such a pleasure to have you here atlast!" 

Reema cooed with a wide smile as she greeted Prajakta who was dressed in a amazingly expensive saree and her neck was decently bejewelled. The slightly plumpish woman smiled and accepted the bouquet from Reema as she headed towards the booked rolls Royce.


Inside the mercedes, Prajakta sat with her secretary Pushpa who had worn a suit with heels and on the other side sat Reema who smiled and also noticed Pushpa typing something on her tablet.

"Ummm Mrs Kulkarni, is she a relative?" Reema cooed. 

"Uh oh not at all. She is Pushpa, my secretary and she is a trustworthy person! She will help me in analyzing the brides, as you can guess!"

Pushpa was not bothering to listen to the conversation, she kept typing something or the other on her tablet and Reema cooed again...."Oh, I see. Ummmm, just curious, what kind of analysis?"

Prajakta sighed and politely commanded Pushpa to proceed.

"Madam wants me to tick on the certain things required for the Bride-approval and I am just making a list!"

Pushpa looked very much a serious corporate girl with her suit and when Prajakta looked at Reema's eyes studing her secretary, she smiled openly with a slight giggle and pouted...

"I know what you are thinking Reema! You feel Pushpa is a serious assexual corporate lady hmm?"

Pushpa pressed a smile, resisting it to not come out and continued to work on her tablet, while Reema looked at Prajakta and pouted softly...

"Well, Mrs Kulkarni.....ummmm actually yes!"

The aircondition inside the Rolls Royce was very soothing and the more comfortable Reema felt on her cushioned seat, the more she realised the grandness of the Kulkarnis. However, Prajakta then cooed in a friendly tone....

"Don't be mistaken Reema! Pushpa is a very feminine feudal girl at her house. You should see her how much she worships her alpha husband, touching his feet, washing it and serving him sexually just for his pleasure every night! She is a very traditional wife!"

The secretary wearing the suit blushed deep when she realised she was the topic and yet she didn't cross her limits. She respected and feared her boss and she continued to do her work.

On the other hand, Reema sighed at the reality of Pushpa behind her suited look and she admitted in her mind...

"Mrs Kulkarni is the typical feudal traditionalist. I wonder what Promila will think of her hmmmmmmm. I must get an update after the two have met!"

The Rolls royce headed straightaway to Oberoi Grand Hotel where Prajakta would halt for a while, before she would meet the Bhattacharyas.

However when Reema was dropped at her studio in middle of the road, Prajakta peeped out of the window to pout out...

"Have you sent the perticular photos to my sons yet?" 

Reema smiled...."I did it the other day rightaway Mrs Kulkarni!"

Prajakta again cooed once more..."Okay, and I hope you haven't mentioned me to Mrs Bhattacharya yet!"

Reema smiled a bit naughtily this time, pouting..."Ofcoarse not. I want the meeting to be a sweet surprise for her!"

......................

Mumbai : 

Both Daksh and Harsh were not focussing on their work in their respective contexts. Firstly, it was Daksh inside his supreme air-condiioned cabin who had a raging hard-on inside his pricey trousers and his strong dark fingers rubbing on the costly mouse while his eyes scanned the image of Pallavi on his large monitor screen.

Same could be said about Harsh who was pumping his dumbells and the more his biceps bulged with sweat, the more his cock throbbed inside his gym shorts as he noticed the features, the beautiful bong features of Debosree!

Her rose-bud lips!

Her Big round eyes!

The perfect round breasts that presented an equally attractive cleveage even through the tshirt!

The very promising buttocks and hips that promissed a good amount of bouncing while involved in sex!

Harsh kept gazing at his tablet screen and pumped the dumbells harder. His cock struggling to get out of the confines of the shorts, but he hadn't touched himself yet, even one bit. The muscled hunk kept pumping with the hard-on, gazing like a predator at Debosree's picture. Not even for once was he suspicious or even bothered whether she was a Bobby or not. 

The hunk was already smitten by the bong features and he cooed inside his horny mind.....

"Oh man! Aai (mother) has chosen her for me? goddamn her features!!"

Harsh had some naughty plans in his mind and he didn't bother to nudge his very prominent hard-on inside his shorts. Rather he resumed with his other workouts, still gazing into the pictures of Debosree, which kept playing in a loop-slideshow on the screen.

On the other hand, Daksh had his full freedom inside his posh cabin. His privacy wasn't an issue at all and therefore he loosened his tie and unzipped his pants straightaway. The corporate hunk was famished at the beauty of Pallavi in her saree. Everything from her slightly long painted nails to the glossy face was driving him crazy. Complimenting her reasonably curvy-slim figure was her big beautiful eyes and the more Daksh felt the eyes gazing directly at him from his monitor screen, the more he gripped his big raging tent through his Louis-Phillipe underwear. The red underwear made his dark thigh muscles look sexy against the material.

"So............Beautiful!" Daksh's lips opened very slowly and his slithead throbbed with desire. The veins also erected within the very erect cock by now and it threatened the red material!

Daksh slowly masturbated himself with one hand and with the other he ran his fingers on the monitor screen, as if yearning to feel every single facial feature of Pallavi and for a few moments, he kept running his fingers along the ripe features of Pallavi's face, specially on her lips. His heart and cock, both throbbed to feel those petal lips in real and feel the warmth in perticular, let alone kiss them. 

When the slide of Pallavi's facial close-up changed to that of her pose that presented her cleavage, Daksh got even more aroused and although the breasts were just medium B cups, the cleavage was enticing enough and added to the posture, was Pallavi's sweet spicy expression on the face.

The cock now looked very prominent against the red material and quite easily the dark dong felt the urge to flap out of the material and breath in fresh air. Daksh still masturbated within the confines and eyed each slide of Pallavi.

On the other hand, Harsh was horny enough to resume his exercises further and therefore, he dropped his weights and yanked his angry dark cock out of his shorts. If anyone were present inside the gym at that moment, they would easily take a whiff of the sweaty musky aroma that arose from the cock at this moment and clearly the musk stench was even more because of his workout which made his sweaty muscled body look awfully sexy.

With his big rugged palm Harsh caught hold of his cock and masturbated himself with the angry knobb head pointing precisely towards Debosree's face. He didn't mind the fact that the hair wasn't long or the body wasn't saree clad. For him it was the sheer aura of Debosree that turned him on. 

Same was the case for Daksh who now couldn't resist any longer and had yanked his own monster out and paced up his masturbating at the slides of his future bride! 

"Aaah mmiii aaaloooo!!!!! (Cumming!!!"

Both brothers from their respective places groaned out and they both splattered thick potent discharges that anointed the slides equally and the radiant pictures of both Debosree and Pallavi were well painted with the thick white cream, but even well discharged, both brothers were not mentally quenched. Both yearned to see their respective brides in flesh and blood and actually feel their ripe features in real. 

..................


Evening, Debosree's house :

According to Reema's urgent call, Promila made sure the house is tidy and ready to welcome some unknown guests whom Reema didn't mention on the phone. Promila herself dressed in a simple white saree with a off white yellow blouse, while she tied her hair in the typical bun.

While Promila was tying her hair, her eyes randomly drifted off to her husband's photo on the wall. The man had a calm face and smiled from the photo, while Promila gazed at the picture on the wall and cooed....

"It's strange how I accepted the reality. Our son is now a daughter and forgive me for saying this but I think God has suddenly changed his mind and allowed Debu to take a re-birth again in this new body!"

Promila murmured the words gazing at her husband's photo because she still had a slight guilt inside her to allow the Bobbyfication of her only son, but also there was no alternative. With a sigh, Promila tied her bun and her eyes again turned dreamy for a moment when she shifted towards her cupboard and opened it to see some perticular extra sarees kept. 

Promila had given Pallavi a share of them already and had kept the rest for Subosree's marriage earlier. But now, she decided that the share would now be given to her now-daughter Debosree! 

"Debu will look so beautiful in these sarees! Hmmmmm she resembles me so much and might even look a younger version of my old-self!"

Promila almost wished that she would insist Debosree to take all the sarees and wear them each and show her! But, being practical, she also knew that Debosree will take some time to immerse deep into the womanly world mentally. 

"I will not force Debu....no that will be mean of me! Let me give her some time..."

Promila was just thinking something more when suddenly the bell rang!

DING DONG!

"It must be Reema! But who are the guests she was mentioning on phone? And why are they accompanying her?"

With a doubt in mind, Promila rushed to open the door and the moment she opened the door she not only greeted a smiling Reema, but a gorgeous hefty woman in a gorgeous saree next to her and the last but not the least, was a lady in suit and skirt.

"Hello..." Promila just managed to pout, while Reema introduced Prajakta.

"Promila, meet Mrs Prajakta Kulkarni! She has taken a fancy to both your daughters!"

Promila's mouth opened in a gasp and her heart skipped several beats. Not only was she amazed at a Non-bengali prospect, but she realised that both Pallavi and Debosree were being mentioned of. 

Reema had a wicked smirk while Promila took a deep sigh.

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Chapter 22

Promila remained gazing at the well-attired sophisticated looking lady who made a slight grimace of a face when she looked around the corners of the house. Clearly Prajakta realised that the family was just a normal middle-class one, but it was the sheer beauties of Debosree and Pallavi which had captured her fancy and deep in her heart, she also felt that the bong girls would be perfect for her hunk sons. 

"P...please come in!" Promila sheepishly smiled and allowed Prajakta and Pushpa to enter along with Reema.

Promila studied the hefty marathi lady for quite some time. She was not fair, but still it was her robust build that made the Bengali widow gaze more at her from top to bottom. One thing was for pretty well sure that Prajakta possessed a hefty figure with amazingly balloonous breasts which also looked firm and very much wide hips and a protruding fleshy stomach. 

"She must be a very foodie person!" Promila cooed into her mind and in the meantime, all four ladies settled on the sofa. 

Reema introduced Mrs Kulkarni more accurately now.....

"Promila, Mrs Kulkarni is not from here, as you have already gueesed. She is from Mumbai and of Marathi origin and umm she has preffered both your daughters for her two sons! I hope the culture difference is not an issue for you!"

"A non-bengali household? oh dear........never anticipated this coming!" Promila gasped and wondered something in her mind untill she was nudged by Prajakta herself...

"Mrs Bhattacharya! you didn't answer Reema yet!"

The lady had a commanding almost a dominant voice that shook Promila a bit. The fat bangles around the fleshy forearm kept attracting Promila's attention for some reason and the more the bangles shined, the more she thought...

"Oh my, those are pure gold bangles! Must be costing a lot for sure!"

"Uhm....Promila?" Reema politely pouted once more.

"Ah...no, umm ofcoarse not! I mean........ its just that.....this was unexpected! A ummmm marathi household....... ummm never thought about it Mrs Kulkarni!"

Promila's answer was so prompt and just looking at the slightly amazed bengali widow's face, Reema hid a giggle with her hand and then continued....."Good! nice to see a positive answer!"

"Can I call you Promila too? it's a nice name!"

Promila blushed. She sighed for sometime. A sudden praise on her name alone sent a tiny unknown shiver through her body and she replied politely...."oh...thank you Pr... Mrs Kulkarni!"

Reema decided to get up for some reason and sit next to Promila. She then whispered into the ear of the still slightly uncomfortable widow...

"Call her Prajakta tai!"

"Tai? sorry I didn't get it!" Promila pouted softly.

"Uff ho, 'Tai' is 'sister' in Marathi! call her 'Tai' c'mmon!"

Promila who didn't even have much clue about the language, managed to pout...."Uhm okay t...a..i!"

"Good!" Prajakta now sat more comfortably. Her hefty figure almost making the sofa seat crample inwards and combined with this robust figure was the set of a very expensive set of necklace, earings and bangles which were screaming pure gold. 

The marathi dominant lady then ran her white almond nails on her bangles, gesturing towards her royalty in a subtle way and then she used a commanding tone again....

"Um, I am expecting to see your daughters now. You see Promila, I need to judge them in person!"

Promila sighed and took a good look at Prajakta once again. Deep inside her mind, she cooed to herself....

"She is not a Bengali, a Maharashtrian! but so rich and afluent. Perhaps this family will be good for both Palo and Debu!"

Promila kind of smiled and called up straightaway.....

"Pallavi! Bring Debu along with you!"

The sound reached Pallavi's ears, who then turned back and looked at a shocked Debosree. The naughty ex-wife touched Debosree's shoulder and whispered....

"I think it must be Reema aunty!"

"Why did she come now??" Debosree murmered with an internal hesitation.

"Ummmmmm must be some sexy men prospects for us!!" Pallavi naughtily murmered in return. She bit her lip in mischeif when she noticed how her ex-husband shivered at the word 'men' yet once again.

"Uhhh no way!!! Keep me out of this Palo!!!" Debosree shrugged and made a face.

"Are keep you out means what? don't be silly Debu. We both are sisters now!! Eligible to marry some nice hunks out there! Didn't you see the magazine shona?"

Pallavi very lightly slapped a hip of Debosree through the t-shirt which sent a whole new unknonwn shiver inside the Bobby!

"Ah! why the current inside my body from that slap??? eeesshhhh!!!"

Debosree cooed to herself, while Pallavi scolded....

"Debu, maa is calling us!!! that's rude of you not to come with me okay?? Reema aunty must be waiting too!"

"Urghhh....fine!!!" Debosree pouted meekly. She wondered with shock to herself...

"Why am I suddenly getting excited at the idea of being shown a male prospect? urghh!! this is so cringeworthy!!!"

Pallavi bit her lip and tuned on to her naughty sadist mode again. She slowly and softly carreesed the shoulders of her ex-husband and murmered into his ear....

"Don't keep maa waiting like that Debu!!! you want her to feel embarassed? hmmm? you want the Bobby squad to take actions again hmm?"

"UHH NO!" Debosree almost jumped from her body and then settled back again. She sighed and murmered with teary eyes....."Bu..tt I caa...n't go with you like that!!! that too in a saree!!!"

Pallavi smirked and wide eyed. Her eyes bright and naughty!

"Oh my! someone is so excited to wear a saree already!! I didn't even mention it, but ummmm you want me to dress you up sweetie?" 

Pallavi's words had a chirpy tone for sure, but Debosree felt pangs of fear from them. She defended herself firercely...

"UHHH NO!! no... I didn't mean that! I am okay in the tshirt and pants!"

Pallavi resisted a giggle from the panic on Debosree's face, but then she took a step towards the dressing table and took out something. To her embarassment, Debosree realised it was a lip gloss in reddish pink.

"Hey you are forgetting something shona!"

"Ohh God!!!! Please!!"

But a naughty Pallavi didn't listen to a single word. She somehow convinced Debosree to gloss her lips and she smiled when she saw her ex-husband pucker her lips, as she was taught once.

"Sweet, now come on!"

Debosree sighed and followed her ex-wife out of the room. The moment they both stepped out, they both were equally amazed at the sight of Mrs Kulkarni and her secreatary who stared at both of them with judgemental eyes already.

"Ah there you both are!" Promila pouted with a smile and she felt weird! Infront of her were her once-son and once-bahu, but now both were her daughters! These whole new avatars were bizzare, but then it was reality too.

Mrs Kulkarni gazed her eyes at both of them individually. Her eyes first scanned Pallavi....

A good curvy waist!

Medium but round breasts!

Slim waist!

Slender neck!

A small bindi on the forehead

A silent yet a half-smiled face!

"Hmmmmm, she clearly looks like a virgin girl to me!" Mrs Kulkarni murmered to Pushpa, who nodded and then both ladies shifted the attention to Debosree...

Tshirt clad slightly bigger breasts, round ones at that!

Hips that promissed a good amount of childbirth, despite clad in a trackpant!

Sparkling fair skin with round big eyes and a face which resembled Promila quite normally!

Last, but not the least, shining glossy pink lips!

"She is the Bobby, you know what to do right?" Prajakta murmered softly to Pushpa who nodded softly, studing the figure of Debosree top to bottom again and again.

Pallavi noticed the discomfort on Debosree's face and resisted a smirk, because she had to appear polite and demure to win the attention of the lavishly rich lady sitting not much far from her.

"Debosree and Pallavi, my sweet daughters!" Promila softly pouted and glanced guiltily at how her once-son shivered and gasped with embarrasment. Being a mother, she felt bad, but her eyes never left the presence of Prajakta Kulkarni. Everything from her hefty weight to the rich saree and dazzling ornaments strangely never let go of her attention.

"Hmmmmmm, Reema, was she the husband?" 

"HHUHH WHHAATT!" Debosree shivered and felt a major panic attact at that very moment. She very latently clenched her fist and wondered.....

"Holy hell! did Reema spilled all the beans of her past???"

Promila too gasped and looked down in sheer embarrasment, while Pallavi bit her lip in a mischevious way and murmered to Debosree, lightly holding her palm....

"Its alright Debu, relax!"

"Darnnit!! did you tell Reema anything about our past??" Debosree murmered as silently as she could, but Pallavi smirked again....

"Uff ho! She has seen many Bobbys in her life by now I am sure Debu!"

Prajakta then gestured to Pushpa in an inaudible way and the suited lady got up from the sofa, heading straight towards Pallavi first. The bong girl felt like a lab expierment model from just the gaze of Pushpa alone. 

"Hmmmmmm, okay, turn around now!" 

"Hmm what?" Pallavi pouted with a raised eyebrow.

"She said to turn around, we want to see how you move around!" Prajakta ordered. The voice had a dominant tone that made Promila suddenly surrender and pout out...."Anything fo...for you Prajakta tai?"

Prajakta was happy to hear 'tai' from the bong woman and she pouted...."Nothing for now. I need to examine your daughters first! Pushpa, continue!"

Pushpa sighed and Pallavi blinked once and then turned around. Her slightly curved body appeared like a slight S-shape and Prajakta seemed impressed as she eyed the bong girl top to bottom. In her mind, she smirked....

"Hmm clearly Pallavi haven't had any kind of intimate sex with her ex-husband! Good! She is all fresh"

"Pushpa, go ahead!" commanded Prajakta again.

"Sure!" Pushpa now wore a white glove and when she wore it with a tight snap sound, it shook Pallavi, Debosree and even Promila for a moment. The elderly widow rather wondered....

"What is this secretary upto?"

Pushpa then did something that shook all the three Bhattacharyas together! She patted Pallavi's saree clad medium curvy ass and examined something deep in her mind. On getting the ass patted, Pallavi bit her lip to supress a moan. This was expected from a hugely sexually famished woman who never ever had propper sex ever again after Debosree's failure as a man.

"Ma'am! as I had assumed. The butt is still boney and not fleshy enough. Perhaps there was never a chance of tissue growth out here!" 

"Oh god so crude!" Promila hissed in her mind.

Debosree too wide eyed at this crude examining of her ex-wife from Pushpa, while Prajakta commanded further....

'Okay! check the other parts too!"

Pushpa then commanded to Pallavi...."Okay, turn around now!"

Once Pallavi turned around, she almost stirred with shock when Pushpa grabbed hold of her two medium breasts through the pallu itself and mauled it for sometime. Pallavi felt enraged now, not because of the audacity of the unknown lady, but because her body craved for sex for a long time and even at this formal examination of her breasts, her mound quivered.

"Sheeeshh this lady won't stop!!! urgh!" Pallavi pouted in her mind.

Pushpa atlast released the breasts of Pallavi and nodded softy to herself first and then turned around to pout towards Prajakta....

"Ma'am! Breasts are too firm! Never been mauled or groped enough clearly!"

"Hmmmmmmm, as I had expected! Promila, looks like your son, oh excuse me, daughter never sattisfied her wife enough when she was a man!"

Prajakta used a dominant tone for the words and her silver almond nails rested on her saree clad thigh like a queen. If the almond nails and the diamond rings were not enough to distract Promila, the dominant tone used to embarras Debosree made the bong widow stirr and become more meek and submissive. She just looked down and nodded in a silent 'yes'.

Meanwhile, Debosree turned red with rage! Her past life was out in the open and she felt she should disppear inside the earth right now like Sita! 

But anyhow, Pushpa now moved a step ahead and used her own commanding tone to Pallavi...

"Okay, now life the saree to your knees!"

"Huh whh..what??" Pallavi shook a bit. This was now a level ahead in crudeness from Pushpa. 

Promila too felt she should protest, but Reema touched her shoulder and murmered.... "Relax, allow her to do what she wants. Its just a test!"

"Oh dear! how crude!" Promila hissed to herself and eyed a very focussed Prajakta, who kept running her nails on the diamond rings of the other rested palm. The more the hefty marathi woman flaunted her rings and rich grace, the more Promila felt a deep burn inside her. But, she wasn't sure what it was actually about yet.

However, Promila's thoughts were distracted by Prajakta right then!

"Umm Promila, make some tea for all of us! And ummm there seems to be no maid in the house, so prepare it yourself, will you please?"

Reema hid her giggle with her hand and enjoyed the domination of the rich Marathi woman on Promila, who shook a bit at this sudden request and just nodded..."Uh...yes sure!"

Debosree witnessed two bizzare sights at the same time. The first being her mother, who stood up and obidiently walked towards the kitchen and secondly, Pallavi who surrendered to Pushpa, by lifting her saree all the way up to her knees and once her red panty came to everyone's view, Debosree's eyes drew a past memory of when she had seen her wife's panty for the first time during their suhagraat, long ago.

"Uh! I am not even feeling anything now!" Debosree hissed to herself and furiously noticed Pushpa on her knees now.

Promila made some quick tea and returned to see an awful sight. Pallavi had bit her lower lip as she looked down in deep breaths to see Pushpa inserting her fingers inside the panty. The slightest nudge from even the feminne fingers made Pallavi control her inner emotions and stand still.

"Uh ouch!" Pallavi moaned a bit, disturbing Debosree as she hated to see her ex-wife fingered even at a formal context.

"What on earth is she upto??" Debosree murmered in her mind.

Pushpa didn't take much time and she got her fingers out of the panty, making Pallavi feel a relief.

"What did you notice Pushpa?" Prajakta raised an eyebrow and sipped on the tea, somehow accepting the taste, because she was used to much grander tea.

"Ma'am! it's what you had expected! She is a virgin no doubt!"

"Eeeesshhh! how crude of her!" Promila hissed, making a grimace of a face and then her shoulder was nudged by Reema once more, who pouted...."Relax, its alright!"

Prajakta sighed and turned to Promila and used her typical dominant tone once more....

"Promila, it seems your ex-son couldn't sattisfy her wife at all! But its good to know that she is a virgin!!'

Being a mother Promila again nodded in a meek manner and she couldn't afford to look at Debosree's face, knowing well that how much she was angry at this moment, and which was true.

Debosree clenched her fist and kept murmering awful words in mind at Prajakta and her secretary.

"Hmmmm okay! now it's time for your other daughter!"

Promila felt a stirr deep inside her heart as she realised who was being referred to. Pallavi relaxed and wondered what would have happened if Pushpa had inspected her vagina further. The once-married bong lady almost fell as if she would jerk up with some unexpected orgasmic motion right there and then. 

"Uh wh...wwhaat yy..ou mean??" Debosree panicked and suddenly the moment ceased to be! 

Prajakta felt sheer engagement from seeing Debosree protest, because in her opinion, a Bobby and a woman were not supposed to protest or question authority.

"Listen girl!! You will behave like a prim and propper woman, or else I shall be forced to inform the authorities! Am I clear?"

The voice sounded like that of a strict stern dominant lady in authority from Prajakta and Pallavi hid a smirk when she noticed how tensed Debosree was. The Bobby was almost shaken by the harshness of Prajakta's voice.

"Promila! Please make your daughter behave!! I will not accept bahus like this in my family!!"

Promila blinded by the grandness of the Marathi lady, rather decided to admonish Debosree directly...

"Debu!!! Behave yourself. Is this how a lady is supposed to behave?"

A jerk of current passed Pallavi's body as she saw how Promila scolded Debosree. Pallavi felt a sadist squirm inside her and she pressed a giggle as she realised how white Debosree's face had turned on being even lightly scolded by her own mother!

Meanwhile Promila cooed in her mind..."

"Gosh! I scolded Debu so naturally in this matter! Why did it give me some natural maternal kicks! Hmmmmmmm, oh ummm yes! Debu is my daughter now!!" 

"Uh.... wwhat is it I ..am supposed to..do?"

Pushpa then stood precisely before Debosree and she looked up and down at him, just the way she had done for Pallavi. 

Pallavi enjoyed this humiliation secretly because she somehow felt this to be a justice for her own sexual starvation by Debosree, back when she was a man. She stood with wide gazing eyes at how uncomfortably Debosree opened the strings of her trackpant and pulled it slowly down. Her speed was so slow that Prajakta became enraged right away and scolded with a raised voice....

"Make it fast young lady!! We don't have the whole day!"

The commanding dominant tone again send a deep stirr inside Debosree's body and she got the trackpant down to her knees atlast. Pallavi looked down to see how well her ex-husband's legs had been waxed by the Bobby agency. Although Debosree as a man anyhow had less bodily hair, but now the fair skin glistened beautifully and Pallavi almost felt jealous of those fair shapely calves. 

Atlast Debosree stood with her tracks down to the knees, only to expose her....

"What on earth is this?? A MALE UNDERWEAR??" 

Prajakta was very enraged and shocked! Infront of her was this very womanly woman wearing a male underwear! But Debosree didn't feel anything about it. The underwear was her's from a long long time. 

Promila just looked down. She knew it was difficult for Debosree to let go off her male clothing, but she also feared the engagement of Prajakta for some reason or the other. There was something highly powerful and dominant about the Marathi woman. Everything from her commands to her grace of wealth. 

"Uh....I...uhh itttsss mmm..mminee!!!" Debosree just managed to pout in a shakey voice. The harsh voice from Prajakta made her feel awful!

Somehow Promila rose to defence right away....

"Uhm... I am sorry tai.... please forgive her for now!!" 

"Uhm nevermind! Pushpa, please proceed!" Prajakta ignored the part and ordered her secretary immediately. She didn't want to waste much time anyhow.

Pushpa began from the very first task. She inspected the cheeks, the jaw, the neck, the slightly wider hips and even the tshirt clad breasts. The secretary realised how efficient the Bobby Center was, because it was impossible to guess that the woman she was inspecting, was once a man.

However, just then Pushpa got on her knees and Debosree made a grimace of a face. She felt strange because if she was in her earlier body, the situation would have been considered sexual, but now a lady getting down on her, didn't make Debosree feel a thing, accept for embarrassment. 

Seeing her ex-husband panic, Pallavi caught hold of her hand in assurance and passed a warm smile, while a naughty Reema passed a comment straightaway....

"Relax Debosree, we all are ladies here! No need to panic or worry!"

The comment disturbed Debosree even more and Promila too felt it was too rude of Reema to pass a comment on her child like that, but then, she also agreed with the line. Her once-son was a fully developed daughter now afterall!

Pushpa inserted her hand inside the underwear and this is where Debosree shook the most! Although the breasts inspection had stirred her a bit, but it was nothing compared to the feeling which arose from her vaginal inspection. Infact the more Pushpa tapped a finger or two around the lips, a stirring did mentally disturb Debosree, but she kept numb. 

After a moment or two, to Debosree's relief, Pushpa stood up, taking her hand out of the underwear and this time, she had a slight disgust on her face and the moment she reached the sofa, she murmured something very softly to Prajakta, who nodded softly and stood up. Along with her, Promila and Reema too stood up.

"Okay Promila, I have reached my conclusion and since I am in a hurry, you will await my call and I shall you tell you my final discison about your daughters!"

Promila just managed to pout out an "okay" softly, while Debosree sighed in relief to see the Marathi lady leave along with her secretary and Reema. 

The Bobby was embarrassingly red from toes to head from the awful inspection.

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Chapter 23

That very night neither Debosree nor Pallavi could actually sleep. Even during dinner they couldn't talk to each other and different ants crept along their souls. They all murmured to each other in their minds and in their respective rooms. Debosree was made to sleep with her young sister Subosree, while Pallavi with Promila. 

Pallavi POV -

I don't know what to term these new feelings as, but I did feel wicked shivers deep inside my body when I was being examined as this fresh new bride and that too in front of this very unknown apparently wealthy woman. Why did she look different than a Bengali demure woman? Was she of some other origin? Caste? Hmmm...my curious mind wondered and uh! That damn secretary of her's! How dare she does an awful inspection where I am already so internally horny nowadays. But oh well, I seldom do dream of an unknown manly figure and his stature is surely different from Debu!

It was also hard to believe my ex-husband as a woman standing next to me, also being examined in a feudal way. I never told him, but it does give me a funny feeling inside to adress him as a 'she'! But does it matter now? We both have taken a re-birth and now we are sisters! 

But my naughty mind can't help, but keep wondering...

Did Debu get creepy ants on being examined as a potential bride, just like me?

Has Debu began to experience potential female orgasmic movements already?

Is he... oops I mean she, getting wicked dreams of a potential groom? Ummmmmm...one of those shadowy muscled ones at that? Oh gosh..... is this all even really happening? Both our lives have taken such a drastic turn indeed.

...........

Debosree POV :

Hmmmphh! I can't believe this all happening with me in real!! I will curse the Bobby agency all my life! 

But with my new body, I am getting these embarrassingly new feelings that is clearly associated with a woman for sure. The standing stillness infront of the unknown woman who comes by to see prospective brides, gave me such a submissive feeling that tiny currents passed inside my body, and that too without my damn permission! 

Was I even controlling my own body? Or was it mother nature?

And that robust lady out there who sat like a dominating queen! The way she mind-controlled maa!! The crude way she spoke in ...urgh! I can't believe I just stood there like a potential shy bride who actually allowed the experiences to seep in!

But why on earth is my body reacting to new feelings? Feelings which my mind is not yet approving of! 

Hmmmmmmph! The Bobbyfication has messed up my life for sure! 

................

Apart from Debosree and Pallavi, Promila and Subosree had thoughts in their subconscious mind as well. Even though they slept well, their minds couldn't help, but wonder...

Promila POV :

Today was an insane day. I always thought of myself as decently sophisticated and firm, yet this wealthy Marathi lady dominated me so easily!

But, my heart felt this strange warmth when both Debu and Palo shona were selected for her sons. I still find it so strange that a couple of months ago, Debu was my son and Palo was my bahu, but now I feel I have three daughters! Oh no wait....not feel, I do have three for sure!

The aura of Mrs Kulkarni is something I cannot easily forget! She could sweep anyone off the floor, specially women like me, uhm...I don't know why I said that.

Anyways, my motherly mind is so excited to see both of them in the same mandap! I must ensure that by making sure that Debu is more compliant. I hope God gives me the energy to take things the right way.

...................

Subosree POV -

Maa seemed strangely overjoyed and happy today. I still can't believe how easily she accepted the Bobbyfication of my dadabhai. I wonder what happened in the house today and the more I see my boudi's smirks on her face, the more she irritates me! But I am wondering about something else totally! 

On the other hand, dadabhai looked so tensed and nervous today! He was just a normal man and husband some months ago and now! Oh gosh... if only I could help him out with anything. 

My bitchy friend Neelima!! Ufff, how dare she sneaks on me like that!! But, moreover, why those men were so insanely masculine in the magazine!! Uh those insane muscles and all....uhm! Anyways, I still wonder what was the gift she has bought for dadabhai! 

Why should I remain curious?

Surely I can see it now!

Hmmmmmm.....

.........

Subosree opened her eyes after her thoughts ended in her mind. She noticed carefully that her 'dadabhai' slept like a log. Taking this safe opportunity, she got down the bed and carefully turned on the mini lamp in the room. 

In the dim yellow light, Subosree took out Neelima's gift slowly our of her college bag and began to open it. When she opened the wrap, she first welcomed a card! A brief greeting card...

"To the budding beauty who is yet to discover and savour the new fruits of life....

To the precious soul who is on her way to be the sweet dutiful focussed Wife!"

Subosree gasped as she read the lines. She cringed in her mind....

"Cheee! Neelu is so rude and mean!! I can't believe she wrote these lines for dadabhai!" 

Anyways, not being able to handle her curiosity any further, Subosree finally took out the vertical box out, only to be frustrated once more!

The box had an additional cardboard cover to it. Subosree quickly got through with it and hurried with somehow opening and shoving aside the cardboard. However the sounds were a bit loud and just then, when Debosree sighed and turned to the other side to resume her sleep, Subosree stopped and waited and when she was convinced, she slowly unwrapped the remaining bits of cardboard and voila!

Subosree gasped her biggest so far in life!

She couldn't believe her eyes as she looked up and down on the box! 

Not being able to resist the mystery, Subosree opened the box and took out the main thing...

A Pink Colored Long Vibrator!

"What the hell??? Cheeee!!!! A vibrator??? I can't believe Neelu's audacity! 

Subosree realised it was a precious piece from probably outside the country and as she ran her nails all over the long pink device, she looked at her sleeping dadabhai once and then back to the device.

She then thought.... "If I don't do as Neelu says, that bitch will do anything with that video of mine!! Urgh! I should have been more careful"

Not having her mind at the right place, Subosree bit her lower lip in a slight panic and then wrapped the Vibrator with a cloth, placing it very very carefully next to Debosree's pillow, slightly puffing it inside the corner created by the edges of the pillow. 

With a tiny trickle of sweat from the forehead, Subosree snapped a picture of the Vibrator being placed under the pillow of Debosree and she immediately whatsapped it to Neelima and then, with no further thoughts in the mind, she immersed back into her sleep.

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Next morning :

Promila felt a weight on her own thighs all of a sudden, which made her open her eyes quick to see what was up. To her sheer surprise, she noticed Pallavi subconsciously rubbing her other thigh on her pillow, while the previous thigh remained still. 

The mature widow understood the fact that probably her ex-bahu was involved in some sort of a naughty dream. This gesture of Pallavi of planting tiny kisses on her own pillow made Promila blush and she slowly shoved out her leg from her's. Even as she got up from the bed, she held the pillar of the bed and noticed Pallavi still in her kinky motions with eyes shut.

"Eeesh, the poor girl must be suffering a lot from not having any physical contact with a male. I am glad this relationship with Debu ceased forever!"

Promila knew her words sounded rude for her once-son, but she had to be practical. Also, Prajakta's presence made her bite her lip and wonder, as she left the room in slow steps...

"What is it about this non-bengali woman, so dominant and oh my, the amount of wealth she has and those pure gold jewellery oh!"

Visions of an imaginary Prajakta came into Promila's mind appeared, wagging a finger in a commanding pose. The sudden virtual image made the Bengali widow stirr a bit and then with a sigh, she proceeded to the kitchen to prepare tea.

On the other hand, it was Pallavi who kept kissing the pillow in the sheer fog of her mysterious dream, yet once again.

The dream agan took place in the deep misty forest, where Pallavi wondered around the woods and grasses once more, but this time in her once-again skimpy attire just like her other previous dreams. Despite having medium sized mangoes, the orbs seemed to stirr and wobble a bit inside the red blouse and her petticoat clad lower body looked equally enticing. 

In this very dream, Pallavi didn't wonder alone this time though!

She walked with her unknown lover. His hard strong palm almost crushed her and this itself gave Pallavi a pre-orgasmic smile and they walked and her unknown lover wrapped in fog, kissed and nibbled her neck and whispered something in Marathi, unknown to Pallavi, who only bit her lip and continued to walk with him.

They both reached another foggy area where a hefty lady awaited them apparently. When the fog reduced, the lady appeared to be none other than Prajakta Kulkarni! who had a tribal lady outfit, probably one of those of the earlier Maratha villages where her fleshy yet firm arms appeared strong within just a thin layer of saree. A huge nathini was pierced into her nose and her braid looked thick and big. 

"Welcome Pallavi! you belong to my tribe now!"

Pallavi smiled in the warm welcome and her body quivered when she heared drums being played, but not in a familiar bengali way she was used to in Durga pujas. The sheer unknownness of the beats aroused her for some reason and she allowed it to breeze through her body. 

The unknown lover then poked something behind her and the weight and the widfth of the log like thing on the surface of the petticoat clad buttocks made Pallavi forget the surrounding and moan....

"Aaaaaahhhh!"

"Oh uhm........."

Pallavi had woken up and she realised it was just another teasy dream! She banged her fist onto the pillow and looked down to see yet again another wet patch on the groin area of her saree.

"Not again uff! do dreams even come real someday?"

Pallavi wondered and blushed when she realised how much her horny soul was anticipating Prajakta's son, a man she hasn't met yet, but the tension in the anticipation of a non-bengali strong man drove her wild already.

Pallavi sighed and leaned back on the bed, sitting with her legs still laid down. Her breasts within her blouse arose as she remembered the dominance of her future-mother-in-law and that too of a different caste! Not even a Bengali.

"What will her son look like? hmmm... different than the regular fair bong guys I have known in my life? Will he be different than what Debu used to be, as a man?"

Just then at the thought of Debosree all of a sudden, Pallavi decided to check on her. She rushed out of the bed and headed straightaway for her ex-nanad's room. Just before she cound enter inside, her eyes greeted a serious faced Subosree!

"Hi Subu...morning!" Pallavi pouted with a smile.

Subosree just breathed deep and rushed out with her bag. For the first time Pallavi noticed a serious or rather a nervous/guilty expression on her ex-nanad's face and she wondered..

"Why did Subu feel as if she has a burden in her mind? Hmmmmm...never seen her that tensed!" 

Anyways, Pallavi rushed in to see her ex-husband standing by the window. The naughty ex-wife took this golden opportunity for some more teasing and leg pulling. She slowly tiptoed untill she reached behind Debosree and slowly blew some breezy air on her neck. The sensation sent a slight shiver to the Bobby's whole body and she looked behind immediately.

"Ah Palo...oh it's you......"

Pallavi raised an eyebrow and made an 'awe' like expression on her face, while pouting.....

"Oh ho! You are already thinking of your future groom? Ufff!! So my ex-hubby has transformed mentally too!!! Hmmmmmm sweet!!"

The words sent an unknown jolt inside Debosree's body and at the same time, she also felt Pallavi wrap her hands around her neck too. That gesture reminded Debosree of the times when she was a man and used to nuzzle Pallavi's neck once. But at this moment, the presence of his ex-wife made him feel...

"Gay? Uhh! So disgusting! It means I am craving a man, only and only a man?? Eeeshh!"

Debosree cooed very softly, while Pallavi raised an eyebrow and blew air into her ear again with words...

"Debu! Did you say anything?"

"Uh no....nothing!" 

"Oh okay! Hey, why don't we both help maa in the kitchen?"

"Uh...kitchen?" Debosree bit her lip in a slight discomfort. Never had she been the kitchen person, quite normally because she had led a man's life earlier and now, she felt more feminization deep inside at the mention of the kitchen.

"Yes kitchen silly!! Subu has left for college and there are two girls in the house! Why shall I do all alone hmm?"

The more Pallavi made Debosree feel about being a woman herself, the more her body underwent small circuits of embarrassment and yet, she sighed and murmured with objection...."I won't!!"

In the meantime, a voice followed into the room..

"Yes Tai....yes I will! I certainly will....yes...."

The person on the call was Promila who entered the room and when she disconnected, she walked towards Debosree and Pallavi. 

In this moment, the naughty Pallavi greeted Promila first...

"Umm maa, who was it on the call?"

"Your new saasuma! Who else!" Promila smirked and Pallavi blushed deep red. Her body again welcomed a warm feeling at the pursuit of being a bride again! And even more thrilling was the whole idea of being married to a non Bengali!

Promila then shifted her attention to her new daughter!

"Debu....aren't you excited too?" 

With her mother's hand on her shoulder, Debosree felt another whole new shiver and she turned to face her, with apparently teary eyes!

"Uh maa.....I can't acc..accept tt ..this lll..iiffee! Uh! It's not easy yet!"

Promila surely had empathy for her once-son, and she sighed with a pout just then.....

"I know shona, but who will believe that you led a male life once! Even your Shulekha kakima's son has willingly transformed! I think you must go with the flow and I don't want complications entering your life!"

Debosree sighed in defeat once more and Pallavi added a whole new spice into the air...

"Umm maa, so is Mrs Kulkarni a ummm maharashtrian?"

Promila paused for sometime and nodded "yes beta! I wonder what made her choose a family outside her state!"

Debosree just kept quiet. She already hated that dominant lady.

"The culture might be different than ours right maa?" Pallavi pouted with actual curiosity and Promila honestly replied....

"Maybe shona, I am not sure, but she will surely keep you both well off!"

"Uh maa please!!!! Give me some time to accept my femininity first!! Let alone being a uhh...bride!!" 

Debosree's discomfort made Pallavi keep quiet, while Promila suddenly changed her rhythm from being the soft spoken mother to the stern admonishing one.....

"Debu!!!! Enough is enough! It's been a while you have returned home and you are always referring to your past life!!! I have already done a hawan in the house to acknowledge your rebirth and I shall be forced to be strict with you!! Mrs Kulkarni has sternly told me to make sure you are ready to be the bride of her family!!"

"Oh maa!!! Gosh...." Debosree whined as she is held the grill of the window, while Pallavi placed a hand on her mouth with awe, as she noticed the rage in Promila. The demure soft mother suddenly raged up like the goddess Durga!

Promila realised she was a bit too stern and she rubbed Debosree's tshirt clad back, while pouting to Pallavi...

"Palu shona, make sure your sister has worn a saree! Or else none of us shall entertain her! I will not talk to her the whole day! Teach her womanly etiquette!"

Promila commanded and left the room, while Pallavi smirked with a naughty "hmmmmmmm" to her ex-husband. 

Debosree couldn't believe the stern commanding aura of her mother and she shivered with horror at even the idea of wearing a saree.

................

Mumbai :

"Hmmmmm... beautiful girls! And the one in the tshirt is a Bobby? Hard to believe..... she seems such a normal girl to me!"

Prajakta's husband smiled when she saw the pictures of her future bahus. He was at his office at this moment and underneath his robust moustache, he had a wide smile. He was relieved at the fact that his sons would settle as family men atlast.

"Glad you liked them! However, the Bobby is yet to be more demure and compliant! But don't worry, I will make sure everything is okay!" Prajakta pouted with a smile as she talked to her husband on the large LED screen on the hall wall.

"Okay great!" Prajakta's husband smiled back.

When Prajakta was done, she looked at the clock. She wondered immediately....

"Pushpa is late today! Why so?"

Prajakta confirmed from the other maids that Pushpa hadn't arrived yet and she decided to call the girl. However, the phone was not recieved at all, despite three tries. 

"Hmmm" Prajakta wondered and sat on her lavish sofa, allowing certain moments to pass by, untill a tapping of
Heels could be headed on the Italian marble of the house. The commanding lady looked up to see her secretary atlast, who marched ahead, almost tying her hair into the regular braid. 

"Pushpa! What took you so long?"

"Uhmm ma'am very sorry. I had a program!" Pushpa blushed and looked down. Her cheeks reddened in a way which was familiar to Prajakta and she got up the sofa to walk towards her secretary. 

"Hmmmnm, let me see..." Prajakta also tuned in a naughty smile and pushed aside the white collar of her secretary to see some sexy bite marks. The older lady then shoved the other collar to see bite marks as well. Without any pretentious shame, Prajakta pouted out...

"Hmmmm, how was the anniversary then? Weren't you late for home last night?"

Pushpa adjusted her collars back and still looked down, blushing like a bridal woman almost and then slowly murmured...

"Uhm...yes ma'am....it's just that, he didn't allow me to rest or pass an excuse! I felt a whole rush of submissiveness as he said that and uhm....he made sure I took a bath and change to my saree and dance to a Lavani untill he got ummm really driven and then we.....uhmmm....you know!"

"Very good! Pushpa, I believe you did the right thing! The man is supposed to control the wife at all costs!" 

"Uhm...yes! He made sure of that!" Pushpa blushed again, adding a kinky smirk to it this time.

"Okay anyways! Get on with your duty and set my appointments for today!" 

Prajakta commanded and allowed Pushpa to proceed with her daily work. The older lady noticed the slight stammering of her secretary and smiled at the mental idea of how the husband must have fucked her all night long out of their anniversary spirit and she also half wondered about the well sophisticated suited girl reducing to a Lavani dancer at bedroom just for her husband's pleasure. 

The thoughts made a smiling Prajakta wonder...

"My sons will have a similar command and dominance on their wives! I am very sure!"

............

Kolkata :

Promila prepared some sandwiches and even while she did so, she had certain visuals in her mind....

Pallavi and Debosree in their bridal sarees! Red blood colored benarsi sarees! 

Both of them blushing and being taken to the mandap together!

At the time of vidai, both having teary eyes and it was Debosree who would be more teary!

Promila let a tiny giggle out at the idea of her Debu crying as the bride who would leave her house and go to her husband's house. But, at the same time it made her feel so weird that these new things were happening in her life! 

"Oh gosh.....so many things changed in my life! But Debu must accept the reality!"

Promila sighed and felt this greedy need to perform the vidai of not one, but two daughters this time! She wondered why this need occured in her mind! She wondered if this was some kind of a social fetish inside her. 

With these random thoughts in mind, Promila continued to do her work, when suddenly at that very moment...a fake cough sound reached her ears. She turned back to see Pallavi, who naughtily smirked....

"Maa, presenting to you....Debosree Bhattacharjee!"

The moment Pallavi stepped aside, Promila dropped the cheese and bread from her hands in a sheer unexpected delight and her lips curled slowly into a smile. Her eyes joyous with maternal affection and she opened her lips atlast...

"Oh Debu!"

There infront of her was Debosree who was clad in a saree and blouse and along with that, a very uncomfortable expression on her gorgeous face!

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Be tuned!

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With all the humiliations made, Debu is still alive.
He was working earlier, what happened to his/her job.
Does his office collegue knows his status. Has (s)he updated in his social accounts.
Looking forward

I agree on these points. However, I am more keen in focussing on the spicy portions. But, yes the social media updation is a good point. 

Be tuned for tomorrow!

[Mintu08]

Chapter 24

Debosree just stood like an embarrassed mannequin, while Pallavi poked a tongue at her and in the meantime Promila in her sheer impressed form, reached her ex-son and admired her saree and also observed carefully at how the curvy figure of her's did justice to each thread. Even the simple blouse highlighted the soft fair arms. 

"Oh Debu! I can't believe you are right here and now in this saree! Shona, come here, you deserve a hug!" 

Promila straightaway hugged Debosree and the Bobby reluctantly hugged back. No matter what the situation was, a maternal hug from a mother just couldn't be denied by a child. Pallavi saw this hug and actually smiled at the sweet embrace of a mother and child. But then anyways, her naughty mind creeped in the middle once more!

"Maa! Debu looks so good in a saree! Hmmmmm just imagine the Bridal red saree on her!!!"

Debosree shivered! The whole idea of being a bride scared him a bit inside and just then the jaw of his tensed face was held by Promila who cooed....

"Indeed! Both my daughters will be in the mandap soon and hmmmnmm! You both shall be queens!"

Debosree understood the reference of the word and she got furious all of a sudden and barked out....

"Maa!!!! Stop mentioning that lady! I don't like even one bit of her!!!!" 

"Oh Debu!!! It's okay!! When we both shift to her house, I will plead to her to be nice with you!! Okay sweetie? Goshhh! You are already shivering like a Nai Naveli Bahu!"

Pallavi smirked and gave a light spank on the butt of Debosree, making her slightly more irritated and to her horror, the Bobby also noticed a slight jiggle on her cheeks! The typical jiggle of buttcheeks of a curvy girl!

"Eeeshh! Gosh! What else will be offered from my fate!" Debosree whined in murmuring words, while Promila happily pouted....

"Okay! So now I officially retire from the kitchen! Both my darling daughters shall take care of the kitchen stuff from now on!" 

"Uh mee???" Debosree felt a bunch of ants thrown on her body all over, while Pallavi quickly held the hand of her ex-husband and excitingly smirked....

"Oh maa! For sure. Ofcoarse we will!!! You can go and take rest!"

Promila smiled and sat on her sofa with a smile, while Pallavi grabbed the hand of Debosree and rushed to the kitchen. Once they both reached, Debosree yanked her ex-wife's hand out of hers and shrugged her shoulders. Seeing the annoyed Bobby, Pallavi smiled and planted a kiss on the cheek with soft words....

"Uff ho Debu!! Are you still angry at what happened up, while I made you wear the saree, hmmm?"

Debosree just sighed with an inaudible groan and recollected the moments that took place just a while ago....

Flashback - 

Debosree looked into the mirror with a tensed face and at this moment, she was buck naked! Her medium sized gorgeous breasts rose up and then down at an unknown rhythm, while two hands held her curvy hips. 

"Uh mm.." Debosree shivered to see Pallavi sneaking from his back, who was ofcoarse fully dressed in her own saree.

"Ready Debu? To experience your first.....ever......Saree! Hmmm?"

Debosree bit her lip and just remained silent. He just stood silent and kept breathing in deep breaths, while Pallavi first jiggled a white bra on the mirror. 

"First! We shall start with this! A sweet bra for these beautiful breasts!!"

A slow tabla best from nowhere occured inside Debosree's mind as her breasts were clasped slowly by the white bra by Pallavi. The Bobby remembered many moments as a husband long ago, when her wife used to nuzzle her nose on her back, but this context was so embarrassingly different!

"One....two....." Pallavi smirked as she slowly got the straps of the bra around the creamy back of Debosree and then she raised her voice a bit louder...."THREE!" 

The bra was clasped!

"Oh my Debu!" Pallavi observed the globes heave up and down in the white bra and how gorgeous the pair looked!

"The bra fitted well! Thank God!" Pallavi smirked, while Debosree looked down to see her breasts in a bra! A bra!! She felt strange and weird, but could help but whin even more as she noticed what her ex-wife waved in the mirror now...

A black nylon panty!

"Sweetie!!!! Time for the next one!" Pallavi had a mischievous smile for sure and Debosree dropped a tiny head of sweat at the idea of wearing that nylon panty.

"Hmmm let's get this fat bum of yours in this sweet panty okay Debu?" Pallavi purred. 

Debosree looked at her bra and then at the panty held naughtily by her ex-wife. Something stirred inside the Bobby and she felt the sudden temptation to try out the panty. But then, pretence also came into the picture...

"Uh Palo! I am not okay with wearing a panty!!"

Pallavi stopped waving the panty and came near her ex-husband, giving his cheek a playful soft slap, while pouting...

"Ufff Debu! Who on earth will believe you don't want to wear this panty? Hmm? You already wore the bra and secretly admired it too on your breasts! I saw your eyes and now you are saying you don't want the panty? Silly!! You are greedily looking at this already!"

A steam passed through Debosree's soul and she felt almost the sound of a noisy pressure cooker somewhere in her mind. The lines were so raw, so awful and unfortunately so true from Pallavi's mouth! The Bobby felt as if her mind was still male, but there was another feminine mind inside his body that fought with the former mind now.

"Debu!!! Shall I??" Pallavi tapped her foot now. She gave a sweet puppy like eyes to Debosree, who melted at the look right there and then! Once, this was the same look that used to entice her during bedtime.

"Um okay whatever...."

"Sho shweeet! Now raise your leg!" 

Debosree raised a leg and Pallavi got on her knees immediately and she couldn't help but admire the shiney fair legs and curvacious thighs with a puffy hairy cunny inbetween them. The lips were certainly not swollen because the gates were yet to be inaugurated. But somehow, Pallavi admired the lower body and as she shifted the panty up the legs, her naughty mind couldn't help, but comment....

"Oh my! The medical agency did a good job indeed with those legs Debu!!! Anyways, you didn't have much hair, but now! Uff.... even mine are not as fair as yours!!! Imagine your husband worshipping these fair pillars!!!"

"Eeesshhhh!!! Sstoop it!!!! Disgusting Palo!!!! Shutup!" Debosree felt an uncomfortable shiver whenever the mentioning of a 'Groom' would enter the picture. Even worse, her own ex-wife was the one to tease her!

"Ah! Sweet!" Pallavi was done with the panty atlast and she admired the panty clad lower body of Debosree, who too looked down and the other latent feminine brain actually complimented silently too...."Hmmm nice!"

"Uhh! Where did that voice come from??" Debosree was shocked at her own inner voice. 

"Hey!! You look so good! Hmmmmmm okay! Now the next thing!" Pallavi smirked, admiring the bra and panty on her ex-husband.

"What next?" Debosree sighed.

"The Petticoat, silly!!! And luckily, I have enough with me, I will pass over some of them to you Debu!"

Pallavi swayed her ass all the way to her cupboard and the sheer dedication and excitement in her made Debosree cringe!  However, Pallavi had her own thoughts in her mind...

"Debu!! This is the life you probably deserved!!! You were never fit to be a man and the amount of times you have denied me pleasure, I will make sure you also get to see when a real man actually gives me Pleasure!!! And to you too!!"

With a naughty smirk and such crude words in her mind, Pallavi selected a cream colored petticoat and got back to Debosree.

"Hmmmm...nice color! What you think Debu?" Pallavi purred and looked down to see the fair curvy waist of her ex-husband. She decided to pull some more leg and she pinched Debosree's waist, making the Bobby emit a low moan!

"Oh hey relax! Eeeshh! Are you so sensitive already Debu?"

Debosree cringed at her own moan and wanted to slap herself...

"How the hell did I moan on this?? Urghh!!"

"Hey relax! It's alright. You played with my belly too a lot, remember? But alas...that's all you did!"

Pallavi made a grimace and looked down only to make Debosree feel suddenly guilty of her previous failure as a man. But now, things were totally different and Pallavi got back to her new avatar back. She held the petticoat and stood tapping a feet. Her face had a slight tinge of sarcasm. 

"What you looking at??" Debosree murmured.

"Silly!! Left your legs up! How on earth you expect me to put the petticoat on you!" Pallavi hissed back.

Debosree sighed and allowed her ex-wife to put the petticoat on her and finally when the strings were tied, Pallavi deliberately tied the last knott in a way, that the strings hit the soft portion of Debosree's belly and she moaned out of cringe again.

"Ufff!!!! Stop with the moaning already Debu?? Eeesshh! Even kinky brides waiting for their grooms don't moan like that!"

Debosree felt a raw electric jolt escape her body at the words and the more Pallavi hinted on a groom or a male reference, her new body evoked small currents which disturbed Debosree's still-male mind. Anyways, Pallavi was not done yet, she cooed..."wait" and rushed back to her almirah. When she selected the blouse atlast and got back to Debosree, the Bobby looked at the blouse with wide unblinking eyes!

"Tt..thaaatss...." Debosree shook a bit!

"Exactly sweetie! This was the blouse I wore for 'Bou-bhaat!" Pallavi blinked cutely and purred.

"I can't w..wear that!!!" Debosree felt a lot of shame.

"You want me to call the Bobby agency sweetie? Hmmm? Those awful looking men as cops to manhandle you? Hmmm? "

Debosree stirred at the crude words of Pallavi! Her curvy body shivered like never before! Her big eyes looked down and her lips opened atlast....."uh..n...no!!"

"Good girl!" Pallavi smiled and made Debosree wear the blouse. She turned the Bobby to face her and buttoned each button of the blouse with hissed words ...

"Debu! Forget the fact you were a man once! Forget it already shona! Embrace this new body and hey, you don't even have to try!! You were always this sweet demure man!! Now it's a 'woman' that's it!! Hmmmmmm oh my the breasts look so good in this blouse!!! Uhmm is it a bit tight?"

Debosree felt slightly uncomfortable because her breasts were slightly more bigger than Pallavi's, but luckily the blouse material was sort of stretchable and therefore the breasts precisely made a hillock shape within the blouse. 

"Hmmmmm now the final thing! A saree!!" Pallavi smirked and got the same saree she had worn for her 'Bou-bhaat' once again! 

Debosree cringed at that saree. Her mother had gifted the saree to Pallavi and now she was to wear the same one! 

"Oh god Palo!! Not that saree!!" Debosree murmured in cringe.

"I loved it so much Debu!! Isn't it pretty hmm? Let's just say, I am gifting it back to maa in another form!!"

"I didn't get it!" Debosree wondered.

"Silly!!! Are baba! I am gifting it to a younger version of maa! You!!! You resemble her so much shona! Almost as if, she became younger and hmmmnmm just imagine her reaction, when she sees you in this perticular saree!!" 

Debosree cringed and allowed Pallavi to go ahead. The Bobby actually remained silent while the saree wrapped slowly around her waist. The reason for his silence was very clear, hed secret feminine mind allowed the saree to be wrapped around and her body felt a whole new pre-orgasmic wave when the pallu was dbangd atlast!

"Eeeshh! These new awkward feelings!!" Debosree cringed in her mind once more.

"Hmmmmmm! Sweeeet!!!!" Pallavi purred and stood with her hands coiled around Debosree's neck as both looked into the mirror. Before Debosree could utter a word, she felt a kiss on her cheek and her ex-wife purred again.....

"You look gorgeous Debu! I am already so jealous!!!"

..............

Back to Present :

Debosree smacked her head mentally, as she remembered how much her leg was pulled by her once-wife!

"Hmmmm Palu shona, isn't this the same saree which I had given you for bou-bhaat, hmmm?" Promila gasped a bit as she recognised the saree and the blouse both.

"Yes maa!! It's that one!" Pallavi smirked and naughtily blinked at her ex-husband, who made a face and looked the other way. 

"Oh Debu! It looks so gorgeous on you! Being a mother, my heart is full of blossom and love to see you like this! If only sniff.....god had listened to me earlier and had made you snifffff....the current woman by default...."

Promila dropped a tear as she hugged Debosree. Her heart feeling a wave of justice to that once-wish of having a daughter as the first child. Anyways, she hugged for some more time and hissed softly...

"I can't thank the Bobby agency enough to finally give justice to your birth Debu!! Embrace this new life shona!"

Pallavi slowly covered her mouth to resist a giggle, a naughty one at that! She knew Debosree felt awful with the words, but mentally the depraved ex-wife pouted in her mind....

"Debu!! You deserve the embarrassment!!! You have committed a terrible sin of not satisfying your wife when you were a man! You deserve this life for sure!!"

With a further naughty mind, Pallavi went near both and cooed...

"Maa!! How about we send a snap of Debu to our future sasumaa!! Hmmm?"

Debosree felt bothered with the suggestion and she barked straightaway..."Nn..no WAY!!"

"But why Debu? Palo is right in a way. Let Mrs Kulkarni be satisfied of your progress!" Promila purred and then remained silent again. Being a mother, she did feel her words were harsh, but she had to say them.

"Aw common Debu!!! Mrs Kulkarni will be very happy and hey wait!! How about a selfie then? Me and you together! Come over!" 

Pallavi's sweet kitten like tone melted Debosree for some reason and she agreed with relctuance, but somehow Pallavi held her ex-husband's arm and clicked a sisterly-posed selfie.

*CLICK*

"Hmmmmmm! Sweet, right Debu?" Pallavi smirked.

Debosree sighed and nodded with a cold heart, while the next command from her mother, shook her once more!

"Okay now you two! Quick, help me in the kitchen!! My two darling daughters!!" 

Pallavi cooed.."sure maa!" While Debosree was amazed at how her mother accepted the awful reality and behaved normal. But, the truth couldn't be denied that the rebirth had already taken place.

..............

Mumbai, Kulkarni Villa :

Daksh and Harsh was having breakfast with their sisters and parents. They saw their mother busy with a call and that too with a wide smile on the face. 

"Okay bhau! See you then!" Prajakta smiled and disconnected.

"Who is it aai?" Daksh bit on his toast and enquired.

"It's your maamu! He will be coming for the wedding!"

"Wasn't maamu a professional bodybuilder in his youth aai?" Harsh asked out of curiosity.

Mr Kulkarni sipped his juice and joined the conversation...

"Yes son, and a hard-core one too! He loved bodybuilding as a genuine passion!! He would participate in a lot of competitions back then! Infact, he trains many youngsters now, right Praju?" 

Prajakta nodded in an yes and continued to eat. Just then, one of the sisters, Prajakta raised an eyebrow... "But pappa, did maamu marry yet?" 

Mr Kulkarni sighed and pouted...."No dear,  your pehelwaan maamu is still on the 'hunt-mode'!

All six laughed out together and continued their breakfast. In midst of eating, Falguni, the other sister poked her elbow on the firm forearm of Harsh, teasing him briefly in a husky voice....

"Bhau, you saw her picture?"

Harsh nodded in a slow yes at the mention of Debosree. The Bobby's beautiful features making his cock stirr a bit inside his trousers.

"Flirted with her yet?" Falguni purred with a naughty smirk.

"Shutup and eat your breakfast okay Falgu?" Harsh sat readjusting himself, he had to make sure his cock was settled back well inside his pants. But the fact was his heart now fought to meet Debosree and held her in his arms. Ever since he had seen the photoshoot pictures, he had the naughtiest dreams, where he made the most animistic love to the Bobby in some isolated forests. But being a loyal son, he respected his mother's desire of not meeting up personally yet. But, the Hunk eagerly waited in his heart. 

Prajakta then realised there was an undead message on her WhatsApp. She clicked on it and smiled. The smile was genuine and full of satisfaction.  

It was the selfie of Pallavi and Debosree!

"Hmmmmmm...now I can say I wasn't wrong with my choices!" 

Prajakta cooed to herself and admitted the fact that her future-bahu Debosree looked gorgeous in the saree and her face despite showing reluctance, had an undeniable glow to the features. Same could also be said about Pallavi, who looked equally ravishing.

"Hmmm my beautiful Bong bahus!" Prajakta smiled wide.

[Mintu08]

Be tuned.

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Chapter 25

A Week Later :

Debosree had reluctantly accepted the womanly roles somehow in all these days and she did everything from helping her ex-wife and mother in the kitchen to wearing various sarees and Pallavi even showed her some basic hand waving techniques and some feminine sway while taking a walk. 

Then one fine Sunday, two surprising guests showed up at Promila's house...

Shulekha boudi and her Bobby daughter Reba!

The door was opened by none other than Debosree and her face had atleast a neutral expression, nothing too positive nor negative. 

"Oh ma, Debu right?" Shulekha smiled and lightly carreesed a cheek of the Bobby, to which she nodded and welcomed the elderly lady and her daughter in.

Soon, tea and biscuits were served and while the elderly ladies had their own gossip, Pallavi befriended Reba and found her to be a very sweet and kind Bobby. Both of them along with Debosree went inside Subosree's room and the three soon immersed in a light conversation.

Pallavi was surprised to know that Reba had volenterily become a Bobby and not only that, she also happily accepted her role as a wife for her Bihari husband. This information made Debosree cringe and yet, she defended her own mentality..

"But Reba! It must have disturbed you!!" 

"No Debu di, it didn't!! I allowed it on myself willingly!" Reba smirked and blushed.

"Uff Debu! She is not like you okay? You need to learn from her!!!" Pallavi smirked and rubbed the shoulder of Reba who shivered for a bit and then silently stood again. Her shiver didn't seem normal and Pallavi and Debosree both looked at her. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Pallavi wondered and asked.

"Uhmmm yes didi! I am f..fine!! Um..... it's just that I am ....uummm you know, missing him a bit!"

"Shameless!!!" Debosree whined in her mind and cringed at how feminine Reba sounded. But, who was she to complain? She too belonged to the same world, but no way would she imagine talking like Reba.

"Oh hmmmmmmm! That is so sweet Reba! Tell me about your husband, if it's okay with you!" Pallavi smirked and laid a naughty eye on Debosree, who again sighed in irritation. The Bobby got a feeling that her leg was about to be pulled by her ex-wife again.

"Hey! Stop teasing me!! I hate his foreign trips so much!!! O gosh... his touches, his words, his flirting...hmmmm" Reba purred and her nipples hardened at some series of images in her mind. The images ranged from her husband holding her waist and kissing her neck to actually fucking her deep and full in the bedroom.

"Tell us more!" Pallavi knew she will fully enjoy the company of the Bobby and not just one, but two, when she gazed at the embarassed expression of Debosree.

"Wait! I will get some samosas quick!!! I want to know the spicy details!"  Pallavi smirked and rushed out of the room to get the goodies. In the meantime, an uncomfortable tension took place between Reba and Debosree and finally Reba murmured.....

"Debu di, you feel the yearns too already?"

"What yearns??" Debosree felt annoyed with the question.

"I mean Debu di, the yearning for a man! you know....." 

Reba's intentions were pure, but Debosree felt an unknown unwanted shiver travel through her body at the question which was obviously uncomfortable for her, despite being a Bobby for quite a some time now.

"Sorry, did I make you feel..." Reba politely cooed.

"Uh...ummmm it's just that I am not fine with these...." Debosree looked down and Reba noticed how graceful the bobby looked despite having a gloomy expression on the face. It was perhaps the features of the face and the ripe body that made Debosree still resemble an angel even with a sad face. 

"Debu di looks gorgeous...hmmmn hey...what's that shine??" 

Reba was murmuring in her mind untill a glow from an object hit her eyes and she noticed it was probably coming from an object from underneath Debosree's pillow. 

"Umm Debu di? You have something underneath your pillow I think......" Reba gestured towards the pillow and Debosree too wondered, she hadn't noticed anything in perticular yet and when she reached that side of the bed, she noticed it was a shiny object underneath the pillow. 

Reba too had her eyes focussed as Debosree shifted the pillow aside and voila!

The pink vibrator was exposed atlast!

"Huhhhhh...whaa......" Debosree shivered as she laid her eyes on the long pink object.

"Hmmmmmmmmm wow Debu di! Very naughty of you, I must say hehe!" Reba giggled as she took the vibrator on her manicured hands. There was suddenly an odd silence in the room as Reba examined the Vibrator with her eyes and just next to her, Debosree remained speechless.

"Uh I dd... don't know hhh....how it gg..got here!!!! I sss...swear!!" 

Debosree was amazed and shocked! A vibrator underneath her pillow!!! This was so unexpected.

"Debu di!!! You want me to believe that you don't play with it yet? Hmmmmmm...you lie sweetly!"

Reba smirked and Debosree only immersed in further embarrassment.

Now, unknown to Debosree, not only was Reba a bit naughty in nature, but she also enjoyed indulging in sexually stimulating situations. She looked down at the Vibrator and found the current context to be very naughty and spicy for various reasons.

"Hmmmm okay I believe you Debu di!! But, how about we demonstrate a bit now? Hmmmm?" 

Reba winked at Debosree, who gasped loud! Her round beautiful eyes further widening with sheer horror at what Reba just said! Did her ears hear it right? She wondered and out of disgust, she pouted...

"Keep it back Reba!! Urghh!! I don't even know how the heck it got underneath my pillow!!" 

Debosree whined and wanted to throw the vibrator away, but Reba played along. With a smirk, she shoved the vibrator away and hid it behind her, purring....

"Wait till Palo didi sees this!!!! I didn't know you were such a latent naughty soul Debu di!!" 

Reba probably thought that Debosree was acting innocent for the sake of getting embarassed, but the fact was Debosree had actually no clue and now, the thought of that vibrator being exposed to Pallavi, scared her even more.

"Nn..no way!! What will Palo think of me??? Urghh!! But what is this damn vibrator doing in Subu's room!!!! I will deal with that brat later!"

Debosree was just into her thoughts, when suddenly at that very moment, Pallavi steps inside with a plate full of samosas and three cups of coffee. Reba quickly hid the Vibrator underneath her pallu and decided to divert to a normal topic.

"Ah samosas! Hmmmmm.... smells delicious Palo didi!!" 

Debosree just stood nervous. She kept eying the hidden vibrator under the veil of Reba's pallu and crossed her fingers to hope that Pallavi doesn't get to see it at all.

"Yes Reba!! It's from Koushik da, down the lane. He makes very good samosas!!" Pallavi smiled and noticed Debosree's nervous expression.

"Debu, what happened?" Pallavi raised an eyebrow and she was also about the ask the same to Reba, when suddenly she noticed the Bobby hiding something underneath her pallu. Infact the way Reba hid the vibrator made her doubtful and she couldn't hold her curiosity....

"Reba, what is that underneath?" 

"Umm what Palo didi?" Reba realised she was caught, but she actually wanted to get caught in this case.

"Uff ho, you are clearly hiding something down there! Did you or aunty have a surprise gift for me or Debu, hmmm?"

Reba sighed and raised a brow at Debosree, pouting....."Debu di, shall I show it?"

Debosree felt very angry at Reba! But trickle after trickle of sweat escaped her forehead at this moment and Pallavi clearly felt something fishy by now. She quickly kept the samosas on Subosree's study table and held her hands on either hips, using a firm tone...

"Okay Debu, Reba, what is it?? Show me already!!!"

Debosree quickly protested ..."No!! Palo, it's uhm...nothing ..!!! Just ignore it!!"

"Debu? What's with the panic in your voice? You and Reba are now behaving like kids! Common, what is it?"

Reba decided to give up and actually her naughty mind urged her to involve Pallavi in this small kinky game as well. With a sigh, she cooed ..

"Okay Palo didi, brace yourself!! Tada!"

"Uh oh no!!!!" Debosree looked down in deep reddened embarrassment and Pallavi gasped with a long awe at the object she was seeing on Reba's hand. 

"A vibrator? Debu?? What is this? Hmmmm?" 

Pallavi let her gasps fade out and she still held her hands on either hips, raising an eyebrow to her ex-husband, who was looking down still in sheer shame!

"Uh.....Palo...I...I..don't know anything about tt..this!!" 

"Hmmmm Palo didi! Debu di is probably playing innocent! Hehe, I found this underneath her pillow!"

Reba's straightforward and prompt response assured Pallavi of the fact that she was telling the truth and somewhere in her mind, she wondered...

"What is a vibrator doing in Subu's room? Hmmmmmm the girl is surely using it I am sure! I will deal with my frisky nanad later, but for now! Hmmmmm"

Pallavi tuned in to her dark mode and she walked towards Debosree, lifting her chin up slowly and when their eyes met, she hissed seductively...

"Okay Debu! I believe you and I promise I won't tell maa or anyone about this!! But only under one condition!" 

A naughty smirk lay on Pallavi's face, while Reba too joined in the naughty conversation and she curiously purred...."hmm what condition didi?"

Debosree continued to remain silent, while Pallavi rubbed a blouse clad shoulder of her ex-husband and excitingly cooed...

"Your Debu di will stimulate herself with this, right here and now!! Okay Debu?" 

Pallavi ended her sentence with a deep gaze at Debosree, who felt her body go through a shiver all of a sudden and she raised her voice immediately...

"Uh Palo are you crazy?? No way!!!"

"Hmmmmm looks like Debu di s still fooling us didi!!" Reba joined in the game and played along.

Pallavi smirked and nodded..."Indeed I agree!"

"This is ridiculous Palo!!! I don't know anything about this goddamn vibrator!!!" Debosree still defended herself, but the more she looked at Pallavi and Reba, the more nervous he got. She also knew of the fact that how cunning her ex-wife had got recently and would do anything for a leg pull. 

"Okay, let's make this simple!!! Reba, how about you rejoice the  memory of your moments with your husband hmmmm?"

Pallavi's question made Reba blush and she looked down with a lust filled expression. She then look minor steps here and there and then looked upto Pallavi, purring...."you sure you want me to unmmmmmm!!" 

"Sure!! Let this be a 'Bobby Stimulating' morning!!' Pallavi winked and then even glanced for a bit at her ex-husband who still had a shocking nervousness on her face. 

Reba smirked too and swayed all the way to the bed and laid in the center. Pallavi then walked along and stood on one side of the bed and used a commanding tone strangely...

"I command you to lift up your saree and show us the sweet bud!"

"Yes ma'am!" Reba cooed kinkily and slowly lifted up the saree to the point that her maroon panty was no visible. 

"Hmmm, go on, tell us about your strong manly husband Reba!!!" Pallavi hissed, feeling very excited by the context. Debosree cringed at Reba's behavior and looked elsewhere. 

"He is strong, he is brave, he loves me day and night and hmmmmmmm the aroma from him is phenomenal!!" 

Reba didn't on the Vibrator yet, but she slowly got the head portion of the device and very softly placed it on her knees, slowly ascending upwards and rubbing along the thighs as she praised her husband.

"Hmmmm good, go on! How well does he Fuck you?" Pallavi asked further. She was very curious to see the Bobby stimulate herself. She wanted Debosree to take inspiration from a live example.

The word 'fuck' in its sudden pace shook Debosree and Reba at the same time. For Debosree, it sounded crude from Pallavi, but for Reba, the word ignited her inner flames and her mind drifted more towards the memories with her husband.

"Yesss....he fucks me sooo well!! Hmmmnm aah yess!! He loves me soo much! He assumes so many hmmm positions!"

Reba hissed and turned on the Vibrator atlast! The vaccum like sound added more spice to the atmosphere and the Bobby murmured in repeated words of praise for her husband and began to softly and slowly run the head of the Vibrator all over her panty clad mound.

"Aah hmmmnmm ohhh Palo didi!! Why you reminded me of him aah hmmmmmmmmmmm!"

The vaccum sound of the Vibrator and the moaning of Reba continued and the combination of sounds bothered Debosree even more. At this precise moment, Pallavi walked towards her and made her turn towards Reba!

"Stop it Palo!!! I don't want to see all this!!" Debosree cringed.

"Shush!! I bet my dear sister is all curious to use the device as well! Hmmmmm? Already wet down there sweetie?"

Debosree tapped a foot on the ground firmly. She was embarassed because Pallavi was sadly right! Reba's moans were doing something to the latent feminine mind inside her body and her fresh sealed vagina was certainly quivering and yearning....

To feel the Vibrator???

"Urghhhh no way!!!!!!!!" Debosree whined loud this time, making Pallavi seduce her in her once old-wifely way. She held the sweet round face of Debosree and hissed some words into his nearest ear with a seductive grin....

"Debu! Sweetie, you will not remain shy okay? Your new vagina is quivering for a long time and you will not be mean to it okay? Forget what you did with your penis earlier, the days are gone!!! Embrace this sweet new life and just enjoy like Reba, okay?"

At the end of her sentence, Pallavi planted a soft kiss on the nearest cheek, making Debosree melt and her mind suddenly turned curious to use the vibrator with as much as passion that Reba was using it with now.

The more Reba stimulated herself, the more Debosree clenched her fists and tried to resist her vagina from not quivering further, but the nature of her new body wouldn't hold back. The reality was hardened nipples and a quivering honeypot!

"Hmmmmmmm okay Reba!! That will be all! Don't be selfish, your Debu di is eagerly waiting for her turn!!" 

Reba gained her senses atlast and stopped the button of the Vibrator and got down the bed, blushing deeply and murmuring....

"Um sorry didi, that was ummm a bit too much I guess!"

"Ah not at all Reba!! You just proved that a Bobby has similiar feelings of any normal woman our there!! Your Debu di got a nice sweet little demo!"

Debosree held the edges of the curtain on the nearby window and loathed the whole idea of even touching that device, let alone use it. But, Pallavi was adamant. She held her hands on either hips and cooed....

"Debu!! We are waiting! Come and use it sweetie!"

"Uh no way!! That's disgusting!!" Debosree pretended to sound offended, but the fact was her new body had that new organ which was already quivering for the slightest touch from the Vibrator.

"Debu sweetie! If you are willing to be a spoilt sport, I would rather call up the agency then!!" Pallavi used her dark naughty tone and Debosree shivered at the thought of being held firm by the agency once more. Already the experience at the cell was barely unforgettable and no way she would bring up any further trouble upon herself.

"Okay uh....fine!" Debosree walked towards her ex-wife and took the Vibrator, while Pallavi teased her further, by getting on her knees and slowly pulling up the saree, only to make Reba adore the fair curvy legs of the Bobby. 

"Wow Debu di! Such sexy legs you have hmmmnm! I wish my calves were as shapely as yours!" Reba hissed and waited for further entertainment from the moment.

"Isn't she adorable Reba? No wonder the men are crazy about the Bobbys! Hmmmmmm!" Pallavi cooed cutely as she naughtily gazed up at Debosree's blushed face.

"A little more up and ummmm ah yes!! There's that sweet panty!" Pallavi pulled up the saree a bit more and exposed Debosree's panty, while Debosree dropped trickles and trickles of sweat from her forehead, as she still held the vibrator firmly.

Debosree stood still, looking deep into the Vibrator, studing it's girth and length, and somehow her inner mind was drawing another image in comparison to the device.. 

A penis!

"I cc..can't!!" Debosree murmured, already accepting defeat, but Pallavi sighed and passed an angry glance at her ex-husband from below. Reba too requested....

"Debu di!! I played it fair and we accept you to play fair too! Don't let us Bobbys be called a spoilt sport!!!" 

Debosree hated Reba even more now, because constantly she was being reminded that she was as much as a Bobby as her.  Anyways, Debosree dropped a trickle of sweat when she pressed the button and once the vaccum began, her body trembled with a small thunder. Her legs wobbled and her fresh hole between the legs quivered with anticipation.

"Go on Debu shona! Just enjoy touching yourself!!! There's no harm in doing so sweetie!"

Pallavi never dropped the saree and she kept it held up straight till the upper thighs. In the meantime, a tiny feminine voice deep inside Debosree cooed to her...."Go on! I know you are curious!"

Submitting to the newfound desires inside the new body, Debosree slowly got the humming Vibrator down untill it was just a few inches away from her panty which had a pulsing vagina within it. Pallavi eagerly saw with hungry eyes to how Debosree finally touched the mid portion of the panty with the head portion of the device and just then!

"Ssss aaaaahhh!" Debosree sighed in her very first self stimulation!

Debosree suddenly gave into the feelings and she ran the humming device along the portions of her panty, arousing her vaginal lips and a deep quivering also began inside. The very first yearning of something to fall deep inside!

"Aah hmmmmmm uhh why it fff..feels so gg..good??? Aahm mmmmmm!" 

Pallavi happily left the saree and got up because her ex-husband was now holding her own saree herself and stimulating herself with the Vibrator. Reba enjoyed watching the Bobby enjoy herself and she bit on a samosa, enjoying the view. 

The humming Vibrator continued for quite some time on Debosree and she finally dropped the device, buckling and shivering thrice in a row as she then dropped her butt on a nearby chair and just sat huffing and puffing. A small silence took place in the room when she realised she had a small mini orgasm from the Vibrator touch!

"Aw Debu! That's was sweet!! You just presented yourself a tiny cute orgasm!!" Pallavi purred and bent down to give a brief hug to Debosree, while Reba too complimented...

"Debu di! I wish you even more intense orgasms in future!!" 

Pallavi giggled cutely at that remark, while Debosree sighed and remained quiet. She had to admit that the feeling was quite soothing and intense.

Anyways, few moments later when Shulekha and Reba were about to leave, Shulekha in perticular rubbed the head of Debosree with maternal affection and cooed....

"May you get a loving and worthy groom Debu!"

Promila smiled warmly at the honest affection of Shulekha, while Pallavi purred shamelessly...."kakima, what about me?"

"Are! You too!!" Shulekha giggled a bit naughtily and Promila blushed for some unknown reason and then bid bye to her friend. After closing the door, Promila looked at the very reddened expression of Debosree and she enquired...

"Debu, what happened? Your Shulekha kakima is right in a way! Hmmm!"

Pallavi then smirked..."uff ho maa! She is bound to blush!! She is as eager as me to sit on the mandap and wait for our prince charmings!!"

"Uff! So shameless you are Palo!" Promila giggled while Debosree still remained silent. Her Bain still remembering the spasms her body underwent from the Vibrator touch.

.................


Evening :

Ding dong!

Promila opened the door, just to be surprised! 

There infront of the elderly widow stood Pushpa the secretary of Prajakta and that too in her regular suit and skirt. 

"Pushpa umm hello, what brings you here?" 

"Ma'am has ordered me to make sure if a couple of things before the Royal engagement tomorrow! I will have to take your daughters out for a brief parlor visit!" 

"Oh.... Okay. Should I ask them if....." Promila pouted, but was stopped by a dominant Pushpa immediately.

"Sorry! Potential brides of the family are not allowed to protest or say a word! I am waiting! Please send them right away! The car is all ready for the parlor!"

No sooner had Pushpa said the lines, Promila rushed to make sure that Pallavi and Debosree, both were ready in an reasonably expensive silk saree with a full sleeve blouse. Where in one hand, Pallavi's slim arm looked neatly cylindrical and well fitted with the blouse sleeves, it was Debosree whose arm had a more curvy build and made the blouse quite firmly fit around the arm.

Where the sarees were concerned, Pallavi had worn a peacock green and Debosree a sky blue one, which was chosen by Pallavi ofcoarse and was as usual, reluctantly worn by the Bobby!

"Urgh not that pink one!!!!" Debosree murmured when Pallavi applied the pink gloss on her lips.

"Shush! Pushpa is waiting for quite some time now!! We surely don't have to disappoint her, do we!"

"Urghh!!! It's so hard being a woman!!" Debosree cringed at her own submissive nature and the way the whole world was dominating her. 

"Welcome to our world sweetie!" Pallavi smirked and gave one last touch to her ex-husband's lips and finally they were out in the hall for Promila to admire each of them and specially Debosree, whose chin was maternally touched by the older lady. 

"My sweet Debu! Now, go on you both, Pushpa is waiting outside for quite some time!! Obey her commands okay? Tomorrow is a big event! Your respective grooms will show up and hmmmmmmm we shall finally discuss the marriage date!" 

The mention of the grooms send a wave of arousal inside Pallavi and a wave of terror inside Debosree. But, if one thing was common, it was the thrill of meeting the Non-bengali hunks and Debosree couldn't deny the fact that her new body actually was secreting new fluids inside at even a brief mention of a man.

A man!

"Uh oh.... My new body!!! Even my mind is getting insane now!"

Both the women went outside to greet Pushpa, who particularly laid her detective like eyes towards Debosree and studied her saree, her gloss and when she was convinced, she allowed them to sit back in the car, which finally drove all the way to one of the most expensive parlors in Park Street.

Dressed in the lavish saree with glossed lips, Debosree looked outside the window and sighed at the thought of being reduced to a potential bride being taken to a parlor. Just then she also felt a soft palm on hers and she looked up to see Pallavi smiling and it wasn't a naughty or a sarcastic one, just a plain friendly smile.

"Don't worry Debu, it will be all okay! We both are stepping into the next venture now! Be ready shona."

The word "shona" sounded different to Debosree when she used to be a man, but now her heart was transforming slowly. Her new role was making her create sisterly feelings for her once wife and she kind of liked it when Pallavi assured her with her kind words.

"What is this! Am I now slowly accepting my new role and body?"

"Did the morning orgasm affect my brain in a way?"

"Why is Palo appearing more like a sister to me now?"

"Where will life take me next? Hmmmmmm"

With Pallavi's hand still on his palm, Debosree wondered about these questions in her mind, while the car continued to head towards Park Street.

................

In the meantime, New Delhi :

The government agency was very satisfied with the results carved from the Bobbyfication of the 'not so manly' men and they were happy to see the Bobbys getting settled with some of the richest hunks of their respective places. However, for one more crisis, a meeting was held yet once again and this time, the solution wasn't so complicated.

The crisis was simple. Where in one hand, there were young strapping men who found their matches in Bobbys. On the other hand, there were widowers and slightly older mature single men who preffered a match for their own age and did not prefer young girls or Bobbys as such. Ultimately, the agency focussed on one of the proposals made by Reema Saigal - The W-category!

"As you all know that the gender ratio has definately improved because of Bobbyfication, however, I will now insist on one last step to be taken to solve the issues of unmarried mature men in perticular. Let there be a shortlist of widows all over the country and a special matrimony site will even present them as prospect brides for suitable mature grooms!"

Once the Official head had finished his lines, one of the women from the board spoke up right then.....

"In other words, we hall now make sure that Ratio is even more balanced, right?"

"Absolutely right!" The Head announced and passed on an order to approve the W-Category and make the shortlists as soon as possible. A copy of the order was sent to all matrimonial heads via email and the moment Reema saw it, her eyes widened and her face smiled. 

"Hmmmmmmmmmm, I surely know one eligible candidate!" Reema purred cunningly as she sipped her coffee. But, she also knew she had to wait for the right time and moment to approach the person in her mind.


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Kolkata :

The moment the car reached the parlor, Pushpa was the one who got out first and then made both Debosree and Pallavi follow her all the way inside. Everything from the posh pink interior to the feminine products aroma inside made Debosree cringe and feel even more awful at her own condition. But by now, she was almost at the extent of forgettig any remote old memories of herself as a male. 

Debosre didn't realise that subconsicoulsly she was now embracing her inner feminine world.

"Hello! I am Trisha and she is Meghna, we both will be taking good care of you!" 

A sweet smiling gorgeous girl with her equally attractive partner took hold of Pallavi and Debosree's arms each and then all four looked up at Pushpa, who was studing something in her personal tab and then she looked at the attendants in perticular and commanded...

"I have requested for the VIP treatment for these two ladies. What will be the main treatments in this? May I know them?"

Meghna began... "Ofcoarse ma'am. We shall be doing three main treatments as per the requirement. The first one will be the Soft Wax, where we shall apply strips to specefic areas and make sure its crystal clear out there!"

Debosree had a brief experience before and she gulped in fear when she realised how much it will hurt, but she kept quiet, while Pallavi only blushed and listened. She in perticular, was going through a mental pre-orgasmic stage where her boody incurred an amount of stirrings and currents at being groomed as a bride once more.

"Good, now the second one?" Pushpa enquired.

"Ma'am, we shall be then proceeding towards our next task, The Brazilian Wax!" Trisha cooed this time. 

"Now what is that about??" Debosree raised an eyebrow, while Pallavi gestured her to keep quiet with a low-pitched 'shhhhh'. Pushpa however had to practise her authority and she raised her voice politely...

"No questions please. Brides are not asked to enquire or ask anything!! Leave everything to the authrorities!"

The sharp voice from Pushpa sent a quick jolt inside Debosree and that instant Pallavi caught her palm, purring.... "Oh Debu, stop it okay. Let us orgasm quietly and enjoy....oops!"

"Orgasm??" Debosree wondered if she heared right, but an already steamed up Pallavi hissed again...."Uh Debu, I mean....let's enjoy quietly okay? lets allow the ladies to speak!"

"Please, continue!" Pushpa glanced one raged eye at Debosree and then looked at Trisha again.

"Very well, you see..the Brazilian Wax is necessary for any pubic hair removal! we shall make sure you are crystal clear down there!"

"Oh god!!!" Debosree hissed in her mind, while Pallavi blushed at the idea of having a baby-clear mound between her legs. She was aware she had quite the thick forest down there and she also knew her ex-husband had one too. 

"Wow!! thats ummmm amazing, um right Debu?" Pallavi hissed naughtily at Debosree, who just made a face and looked down. The bobby was amazed at how excited her ex-wife was, not only at the thought of being a bride once more, but even excited for shaving it down there! 

"Never knew Palo would like the idea of being shaven down there!!! She never had these aspirations before!" Debosree just murmered to herself and then she heared Pushpa once more.

"Okay, sounds good. And, what is the third and last task?" The stern secreatary pouted.

"Well, the third one is very interesting and simple. It will be for their nails! We make sure our VIP women get the best almond shape!" 

"Wow..... like those long almond nails that some of the posh models have?" Pallavi hissed again encurring a small mini-orgasm within her body. She had always adored models with long sharp almond shaped-nails. In her opinion, it was supremely feminine and had a classy aura at the same time.

"Yes ma'am! as perfect as you can imagine it to be!" Trisha cooed with a smile.

"Okay, then. Please get on with your tasks. I leave this responsitibility upon you to shine these brides for ther respective grooms!" Pushpa had a stern, but gentler tone this time.

The attendants smiled and escorted both Pallavi and Debosree inside, while Pushpa called up her boss and smiled.... "Yes madam, they have begun!"

Prajakta smiled as she got updated about the parlor visit by Pushpa. Usually she talked on the phone and roamed around the house and while she talked to Pushpa, she happened to pass by the rooms which belonged to her sons and she took a whiff with her nose, clearly getting a strong smell of potent semen. 

The mother of the two hunks smiled and proceeded further. She wasn't surprised that her sons were very very eager and horny for their brides.