As dawn broke, the soft light of the morning sun seeped through the curtains, shyam woke up from a familiar voice.
“Good morning, my sweet sister,” Sumitra called out, her tone laden with a strange mix of affection and mischief.
She stepped into the room,ber eyes lingering on the phallus resting ominously near Shyam’s bare skin. The words “looks like you enjoyed your first night with my toy” sent a shiver down his spine.
Shyam looked in the mirror and realised what happened yesterday. Shyam’s bare body laying on a floor, the glass bangle broken, the hair unkempt and an object laying near his butt hole.
“I dont know what came to me yester- Ahh”, shyam felt a sharp pain inside his asshole. The exit became an entry point in time of passion but the morning brought the realisation that the object was bigger than his hole could have possibly handled. There was little blood that dried up near it.
Sumitra handed him a towel with a knowing smile, her gaze lingering on his exposed form before she turned away.
Shyam felt a rush of embarrassment and confusion, clutching the fabric tightly to his body. He had always considered himself a man of integrity, but the previous night’s events had left him feeling violated and lost.
As he stumbled to the bathing area, the cold water from the clay pot brought him back to reality. He splashed it onto his face, the droplets dancing in the early morning light. His gaze fell upon his reflection in the small, copper mirror.
Two days ago, his chest had been a landscape of curly hair, but now it was as smooth as the marble statues of the gods. The sight of his newfound femininity washed over him like a wave of nausea.
His hand trembled as it hovered over the unfamiliar mounds that had grown overnight. The sensation was alien, yet oddly exhilarating.
The memory of the previous night’s pain rushed back to him, and he winced.
The fake breasts that had been placed upon him felt so real that even the slightest touch sent a jolt of pleasure through his veins.
It was a feeling that both repulsed and fascinated him, a stark reminder of the bizarre path he had been forced onto.
As he tried to grapple with his new reality, Shyam’s manhood began to stir again, yearning for release. But the dull ache in his backside was a constant reminder of the consequences of his actions.
He had been told that the union with Govardhan would be a temporary one, but He still wondered if sumitra didn’t come for his rescue
then he would have become the object of Govardhan insane lust and would have lost his identity completely as a man.
Shyam emerged from the bathroom, the soft fabric of nightgown brought by clinging to his new, feminine form. His eyes fell upon Sumitra, resplendent in a beautifully woven saree that glistened in the early morning light.
She sat on the bed, her eyes red-rimmed and her smile forced.
“About last night…” she began, her voice quivering with a mix of apology and urgency. “Govardhan had a bit too much to drink at the festival. He was overwhelmed by the joy of finally finding a solution to our plight. He didn’t mean to…” Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words. “He didn’t realize it wasn’t me he was kissing.”
Sumitra reached out and placed her hand gently on Shyam’s head, her eyes brimming with tears. “You are making such a great sacrifice for us, for our village. I swear on the goddess Lakshmi herself, I will ensure this never happens again. You are more than just a vessel to us, you are a blessing.”
The weight of her words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. Despite his anger, Shyam felt a twinge of pity for the woman who had been married to a man who could not satisfy her basic desires. He nodded stiffly, unsure of what to say in response.
The maid bustled into the room, her voice breaking the tension. “The priest has summoned both of you for the final puja on the Navmi, the ninth day of Navratri. It is an auspicious occasion, and the presence of both queens is required.”
“And both of your queens will be there” She said while smiling at shyam. “But first get your new queen ready for the puja”.
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