"I Don't Want To Be A Girl"
Raj had felt a great shame sitting in front of his brothers dressed as a young woman. His manhood and pride both emasculated by his wearing women's clothes. Each one of his brothers seemed as nervous to see him dressed as a young lady. As each stepped into the bedroom to bid their brother farewell, they just stood for a moment and stared. Each being thankful it had not been them that was chosen. They felt for their brothers shame he must have been feeling, all except Rakeem. He seemed to find his brother looking good as a girl amusing.
Raj had to walk in front of everyone when he was prepared to leave. Nobody said a word when he appeared from the bedroom with his cousins holding each of his arms.
Raj looked to his mother with pleading eyes.
"Please mother," he said begging her to change her mind and stop all this marriage business.
"It will be ok," she said softly with a smile.
"But......I don't want to be a girl," Raj said lowering his long mascaraed lashes exposing the deep blue colors of eye shadow on his eyelids as he closed his eyes. His glossy red lower lip began to quiver slightly as he sobbed softly anticipating the answer.
Raj's mother kissed him on the cheek.
"It will be alright my daughter. You will be a fine young lady and a wonderful wife to your husband. Now go," she said softly in his ear as she hugged him goodbye.
The words, caused Raj to cry openly as he was escorted out the door by his two cousins. His aunt followed close behind after saying her goodbyes to her sister.
Raj was taken to his aunt Noshi's place just outside the city. He was placed in his own bedroom, and the door was locked. He sat alone for a long time looking at the feminine finery in the room.
His aunt entered the bedroom wearing a deep blue dress and jeweled sandals. She pulled a chair up in front of Raj, crossed her legs and took his hands in hers.
"Raj, you were brought here to learn how to become a young lady. Now, I am giving you this evening to finish up any thoughts you may have of being a boy. You can masturbate this evening if you like. I know boys your age like doing that. I put some nude girly magazines on the table by the bed for you to look at if you like. I have no idea where your cousin got those, but there will be no more of that starting tomorrow. Tomorrow you begin thinking like a female."
Raj looked pained by such a comment, but she was speaking very calmly and with a sense of understanding.
Noshi smiled, "Tomorrow we will start teaching you how to be a proper young lady. We will train you to walk, talk, mannerisms, and many other things you will need to be a girl. It all takes time Raj for it to become second nature."
"I don't want to be a girl," he said softly.
"I'm a girl Raj. Not much difference and you will get used to it," she said picking up the paddle on the dresser. "I am sure we will be having to use this, at least in the beginning. There is a man named Isha who will be administering your paddling when needed. I've known him for a while and I trust him."
Raj looked at the paddle and remembered the painful experience he had at his house with the wooden paddle. How the girls had held him down over the bed, with his mother watching, while his aunt spanked him very hard on his bare butt.
"Honey, nobody wants to see you have to be spanked. That's not why we are here," she said after seeing him look at the paddle. "We are here to assist you in becoming a refined young lady and a proper wife, but I will see that it is used when I feel it is needed."
"Do I have to dress like a girl all the time?"
"Raj honey, there's much more. You will start female hormone therapy soon. You will start the transgender process."
"No. Why?" he whispered softly.
"Your breast will be enhanced after the hormones have done as much as they can. You will have breast implants."
"No," he said crying softly.
"I'm afraid so. You will be keeping your male organs, but your penis will need to be circumcised."
"I can't," he gasped.
"It's all planned out honey. You need to get ready for bed. Write your parents and brothers each a card before you retire and I'll make sure they get mailed."
Noshi helped Raj remove the Saree he was wearing. He unsnapped his bra and allowed it to slide down his arms. She then helped remove everything else.
"And the panties," she said signaling with her finger for him to remove them. "Modesty is a quality the you will embrace as a young prim and proper lady Raj, but during your training you will have to endure a little intrusion into your privacy."
Raj removed his panties and stood up naked in front of his aunt. She took hair pins out of his wig and then removed the long black hair from his head. Raj was helped into bed and she tucked him in.
Noshi then sat on the bed next to him crossed her legs and picked up one of the magazines and thumbed through it. The magazines were hard core with pictures of young women sucking huge cocks, cum on their faces and being fucked by two men.
"Oh you should like these," she said smiling as she finished thumbing through the sexually explicit literature and sat down next to him.
"Aunt Noshi, why do I have to do female hormones?" Raj said softly looking to her.
"This is not a temporary change for you Raj. It's not just a, you're going to dress up like a girl for a while game. It's a year till your wedding, and many things will happen and new elements will be introduced into your life. You are going to become a woman for the most part except for the vagina. No going back, jerk off tonight and tomorrow you will start a new journey as a young lady," she said picking up the magazine and laying it on his chest as she stood up.
Noshi left the room. She believed in telling Raj what his entire future was going to be, he would understand that this was all very serious and he would be expected to cooperate one way or the other.
Raj heard the key lock the door from the outside and the realization that he was now facing a hopeless fight for his manhood, and a helpless introduction into womanhood.
It was 6:00 AM the next morning when Raj was awakened by his aunt.
"Raj, wake up honey. It's time to get started." She shook his shoulder
It was still dark in the bedroom, just the light from the other room shining through the open door.
Raj slowly turned and looked at his aunt who was standing there with a man.
"Honey, this is Isha. The man I told you about last night. Come on get out of bed," His aunt said pulling him out of the bed to a standing position.
"What is going on?" Raj asked standing naked try to move beside his aunt to hide his nudity, only to be held firmly by her.
Isha had a seat on the bed.
"It's nice to meet you," Isha said. Raj noticed the small wooden paddle in his hand.
Isha took Raj by the wrist and pulled him toward him. Raj resisted only slightly. Raj was forced over Isha's knee and Isha then placed his other leg over Raj's legs. One of Raj's arms was pulled behind his back, and pressure was applied to the middle of his back so he had to stay laying over his lap. Raj was now ready for a traditional over the knee spanking.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Raj cried in frustration and fear.
"Honey, I feel that you need to experience the consequences of bad attitudes and lack of effort up front. Maybe this will result in fewer of these sessions in the future," his aunt said.
He heard his aunts heels walking to the door. She turned on a small lamp and then closed the door. She walked back over to the bed and stood with her arms crossed. She looked too Isha.
"Go ahead," she said with a nod.
"NO!!!!!!" Raj yelled.
"SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!"
In the kitchen his cousins looked at each other and smiled at the sounds of the paddle.
"Sounds like our new girl's alarm is going off. She must be awake."
They both giggled.
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It had been almost two years since Raj had seen his brothers. His mother and father had attended his wedding, before Raj and his new husband went abroad on their honeymoon.
His mother was very surprised at how feminine both in looks and mannerisms he had become. The hormone treatments he was on had softened his facial features and presented a very delicate and pretty face of the former Raj.
Raj and his husband Mahaj were now coming to visit Raj's family for the first time. Raj's parents lived in a very nice home in a new city suburb, and his oldest brother Rakeem would be home from college to visit with him.
Raj was very nervous on the drive over. The last time his brothers had seen him he was being taken away, crossdressed and humiliated. Now he was a very attractive young married woman. Very passable in areas where the people didn't know his history.
"Is everything alright Rashmi?" his husband ask using Raj's new feminine name as they drove. He noticed Raj fidgeting with his wedding rings.
"Everything is fine sweetheart. I'm just a little nervous meeting the boys for the first time. They will be uncomfortable I'm sure." Raj said giving him a smile and then rubbing the inside of his husband's thigh.
Raj quietly wondered about his older brother Rakeem. Raj had gotten some rather suggestive letters from him, and had insisted that Raj kiss each correspondence he sent leaving a red lip print. Raj had been reluctant to do so at first, but did it after several request. Raj only hoped his brother wasn't getting aroused about all this.
Raj had chosen to dress in a traditional way for the visit though they had just come back from a trip where he had worn more western style dresses.
Raj looked at his feet. He wore gold thong flat sandals with multi color jewels on the straps. His gold anklettes had charms that hung from them. Each charm was a family member. Each of his bothers, his parents, aunt, and cousins were all represented.
Each of his toes had gold rings and his toenails were beautifully painted a bright red. His husband liked his toes adorned like this, and Raj didn't mind them being displayed for him in public in such a manner. There were also letters tattooed on each of Raj's feet just above his toes. In large letters Raj's new female name was tattooed, RASHMI on his left foot and on his other foot was tattooed the name of his husband, MAHAJ. This was done after Raj and Mahaj had been married.
Raj also had a tattoo on his lower back. It was a "Tramp Stamp" with his husband's name. This was done to him early on his feminine development and before he ever met his future husband. Raj had cried through the entire process on multiple visits to the tattoo artist. Not from the needle and the work being done but the shame of being restrained while another man's name was permanently placed on his lower back inside a ring of roses.
Raj crossed his legs so his husband could see his toes and wiggled them for him then gave him a knowing smile.
"We still have a distance to go honey, would you like me to talk dirty to you in your ear," Raj looked to him smiling willingly.
"Yes, I would like that."
Raj spent the next hour sitting next to his husband whispering all kinds of fantasy scenes and describing in great detail what he was going to do to Mahaj and what he wanted done to himself later, using the crudest language he could. It was done softly and sexily spoken. Raj cooed harsh words as if they were sweet nothings, occasionally allowing his tongue to enter his ear, while he ran his fingers through his husband's hair and twirling strands around his finger. With his other hand Raj administered a steady hand job his long red fingernails gripped around the impressive hard shaft of his husband's cock.
Raj paid no attention to what was going on around him. He didn't care who was looking or if they were stopped next to another car at a traffic light and being observed. Mahaj would say something if he needed to stop.
Raj never cussed in, or used slang terms in his daily life. It didn't fit his squeaky clean female persona that he portrayed for the public. Raj never said words like cock or dick out loud not even in bed around his husband, but always referred to a phallus properly as a penis. Only after asking to whisper in his husband's ear would he do what he was doing right now. This made so much more impact when the word FUCK crossed his red lips.
"Oh baby, you have no idea baby what it's like drinking your semen. How warm and salty your cum is when it squirts out of the end of your big hard manly cock and fills my mouth. It gets sticky and......" Mahaj interrupted Raj's seductive talk.
"We're almost there baby," he said looking at her in the rear view mirror.
Raj had performed for his husband until they were within a mile of his parents house. There would be no finishing of the erection, just a smile and a promise of satisfaction later on. Mahaj preferred it that way.
Raj had never had a real girlfriend and had never experienced an intimate moment before he was married. Not even a deep kiss with a girl, but the one thing Raj did know was how to please this man next to him, his husband. He had learned to be the woman he was supposed to be, in the kitchen, around the house, in public and in private.
As they were pulling in the driveway Raj straightened himself up looking in the mirror checking his makeup. Raj had a diamond inset nose ring through his pierced septum between his nostrils. There was one small diamond on top his nose. The perimeter of each of his ears were pierced with 8 diamond studs. The lobe had long hanging earrings that were just above her shoulders. Raj took the time to place a chain in his hair, a tikka, that had a large red stone that hung in the middle of his forehead.
"How do I look?" Raj said turning to show Mahaj the stone.
"You are beautiful, but are you ok to go in right now Rashmi?" his husband ask looking at Raj's crotch then back up to his eyes. "I did cut you off in the middle of what you were doing."
The one game that was being played by Raj, was the erection game. It was a serious deception he needed to keep a secret from his husband. Raj wasn't suppose to have erections with his husband or that were visible to his husband, but he was supposed to be aroused when allowed to perform with and on his husband. That was not a reality, he was never aroused about being with his husband, but it was a rule. When Raj would be in the bathroom preparing to go to bed with his husband, Raj would always tell Mahaj he masturbated in the bathroom before coming to bed so no incidents would happen. This was acceptable. Mahaj didn't want any erections on his wife while they were making out. Raj couldn't of had an erection with his husband even if he tried. But not being in control would result in a terrible spanking and continued erections would require the inability to have erections at all.
Claiming he didn't get excited or didn't get sexually aroused around his husband would result in the same thing, so it was good to claim being excited at being with his husband, but he was taking care of himself properly and out of sight. So when he answered his husband now he knew how to control that situation.
"I'm fine honey. It's not bulging," Raj said smoothing out his skirt for his husband to see. "As soon as we get there, I will excuse myself to use the bathroom and take care of it properly," Raj said with a satisfied smile though there had been no erection under his skirt at all. Raj needed his husband to think he was just as aroused by doing what he did for him, as his husband was receiving the physical and mental stimulation.
He smiled back at Raj. Things were good between the married couple.
The car was now stopped.
"Well we're here," Raj said nervously.
Mahaj opened the door for Raj and he stepped out. Raj was 2" taller than his husband without heels.
Mahaj double checked to make sure Raj's skirt didn't have a bulge in the crotch. He took Raj's hand and then they walked together to the house. Raj walked very smoothly and gracefully, holding his husband's hand and letting his other hand hang limp from his wrist, spreading his finger daintily with a nice soft sway as he walked. Raj's hips moved back and forth, from him walking properly, and from the hormones treatments that had filled his hips out. But the most notable aspect of Raj's appearance was his breast. They were D-cup and real.
Raj felt his face flush with embarrassment as they walked up to the door. His brothers would be looking at him in just a moment.
Raj had felt a great shame sitting in front of his brothers dressed as a young woman. His manhood and pride both emasculated by his wearing women's clothes. Each one of his brothers seemed as nervous to see him dressed as a young lady. As each stepped into the bedroom to bid their brother farewell, they just stood for a moment and stared. Each being thankful it had not been them that was chosen. They felt for their brothers shame he must have been feeling, all except Rakeem. He seemed to find his brother looking good as a girl amusing.
Raj had to walk in front of everyone when he was prepared to leave. Nobody said a word when he appeared from the bedroom with his cousins holding each of his arms.
Raj looked to his mother with pleading eyes.
"Please mother," he said begging her to change her mind and stop all this marriage business.
"It will be ok," she said softly with a smile.
"But......I don't want to be a girl," Raj said lowering his long mascaraed lashes exposing the deep blue colors of eye shadow on his eyelids as he closed his eyes. His glossy red lower lip began to quiver slightly as he sobbed softly anticipating the answer.
Raj's mother kissed him on the cheek.
"It will be alright my daughter. You will be a fine young lady and a wonderful wife to your husband. Now go," she said softly in his ear as she hugged him goodbye.
The words, caused Raj to cry openly as he was escorted out the door by his two cousins. His aunt followed close behind after saying her goodbyes to her sister.
Raj was taken to his aunt Noshi's place just outside the city. He was placed in his own bedroom, and the door was locked. He sat alone for a long time looking at the feminine finery in the room.
His aunt entered the bedroom wearing a deep blue dress and jeweled sandals. She pulled a chair up in front of Raj, crossed her legs and took his hands in hers.
"Raj, you were brought here to learn how to become a young lady. Now, I am giving you this evening to finish up any thoughts you may have of being a boy. You can masturbate this evening if you like. I know boys your age like doing that. I put some nude girly magazines on the table by the bed for you to look at if you like. I have no idea where your cousin got those, but there will be no more of that starting tomorrow. Tomorrow you begin thinking like a female."
Raj looked pained by such a comment, but she was speaking very calmly and with a sense of understanding.
Noshi smiled, "Tomorrow we will start teaching you how to be a proper young lady. We will train you to walk, talk, mannerisms, and many other things you will need to be a girl. It all takes time Raj for it to become second nature."
"I don't want to be a girl," he said softly.
"I'm a girl Raj. Not much difference and you will get used to it," she said picking up the paddle on the dresser. "I am sure we will be having to use this, at least in the beginning. There is a man named Isha who will be administering your paddling when needed. I've known him for a while and I trust him."
Raj looked at the paddle and remembered the painful experience he had at his house with the wooden paddle. How the girls had held him down over the bed, with his mother watching, while his aunt spanked him very hard on his bare butt.
"Honey, nobody wants to see you have to be spanked. That's not why we are here," she said after seeing him look at the paddle. "We are here to assist you in becoming a refined young lady and a proper wife, but I will see that it is used when I feel it is needed."
"Do I have to dress like a girl all the time?"
"Raj honey, there's much more. You will start female hormone therapy soon. You will start the transgender process."
"No. Why?" he whispered softly.
"Your breast will be enhanced after the hormones have done as much as they can. You will have breast implants."
"No," he said crying softly.
"I'm afraid so. You will be keeping your male organs, but your penis will need to be circumcised."
"I can't," he gasped.
"It's all planned out honey. You need to get ready for bed. Write your parents and brothers each a card before you retire and I'll make sure they get mailed."
Noshi helped Raj remove the Saree he was wearing. He unsnapped his bra and allowed it to slide down his arms. She then helped remove everything else.
"And the panties," she said signaling with her finger for him to remove them. "Modesty is a quality the you will embrace as a young prim and proper lady Raj, but during your training you will have to endure a little intrusion into your privacy."
Raj removed his panties and stood up naked in front of his aunt. She took hair pins out of his wig and then removed the long black hair from his head. Raj was helped into bed and she tucked him in.
Noshi then sat on the bed next to him crossed her legs and picked up one of the magazines and thumbed through it. The magazines were hard core with pictures of young women sucking huge cocks, cum on their faces and being fucked by two men.
"Oh you should like these," she said smiling as she finished thumbing through the sexually explicit literature and sat down next to him.
"Aunt Noshi, why do I have to do female hormones?" Raj said softly looking to her.
"This is not a temporary change for you Raj. It's not just a, you're going to dress up like a girl for a while game. It's a year till your wedding, and many things will happen and new elements will be introduced into your life. You are going to become a woman for the most part except for the vagina. No going back, jerk off tonight and tomorrow you will start a new journey as a young lady," she said picking up the magazine and laying it on his chest as she stood up.
Noshi left the room. She believed in telling Raj what his entire future was going to be, he would understand that this was all very serious and he would be expected to cooperate one way or the other.
Raj heard the key lock the door from the outside and the realization that he was now facing a hopeless fight for his manhood, and a helpless introduction into womanhood.
It was 6:00 AM the next morning when Raj was awakened by his aunt.
"Raj, wake up honey. It's time to get started." She shook his shoulder
It was still dark in the bedroom, just the light from the other room shining through the open door.
Raj slowly turned and looked at his aunt who was standing there with a man.
"Honey, this is Isha. The man I told you about last night. Come on get out of bed," His aunt said pulling him out of the bed to a standing position.
"What is going on?" Raj asked standing naked try to move beside his aunt to hide his nudity, only to be held firmly by her.
Isha had a seat on the bed.
"It's nice to meet you," Isha said. Raj noticed the small wooden paddle in his hand.
Isha took Raj by the wrist and pulled him toward him. Raj resisted only slightly. Raj was forced over Isha's knee and Isha then placed his other leg over Raj's legs. One of Raj's arms was pulled behind his back, and pressure was applied to the middle of his back so he had to stay laying over his lap. Raj was now ready for a traditional over the knee spanking.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Raj cried in frustration and fear.
"Honey, I feel that you need to experience the consequences of bad attitudes and lack of effort up front. Maybe this will result in fewer of these sessions in the future," his aunt said.
He heard his aunts heels walking to the door. She turned on a small lamp and then closed the door. She walked back over to the bed and stood with her arms crossed. She looked too Isha.
"Go ahead," she said with a nod.
"NO!!!!!!" Raj yelled.
"SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!"
In the kitchen his cousins looked at each other and smiled at the sounds of the paddle.
"Sounds like our new girl's alarm is going off. She must be awake."
They both giggled.
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It had been almost two years since Raj had seen his brothers. His mother and father had attended his wedding, before Raj and his new husband went abroad on their honeymoon.
His mother was very surprised at how feminine both in looks and mannerisms he had become. The hormone treatments he was on had softened his facial features and presented a very delicate and pretty face of the former Raj.
Raj and his husband Mahaj were now coming to visit Raj's family for the first time. Raj's parents lived in a very nice home in a new city suburb, and his oldest brother Rakeem would be home from college to visit with him.
Raj was very nervous on the drive over. The last time his brothers had seen him he was being taken away, crossdressed and humiliated. Now he was a very attractive young married woman. Very passable in areas where the people didn't know his history.
"Is everything alright Rashmi?" his husband ask using Raj's new feminine name as they drove. He noticed Raj fidgeting with his wedding rings.
"Everything is fine sweetheart. I'm just a little nervous meeting the boys for the first time. They will be uncomfortable I'm sure." Raj said giving him a smile and then rubbing the inside of his husband's thigh.
Raj quietly wondered about his older brother Rakeem. Raj had gotten some rather suggestive letters from him, and had insisted that Raj kiss each correspondence he sent leaving a red lip print. Raj had been reluctant to do so at first, but did it after several request. Raj only hoped his brother wasn't getting aroused about all this.
Raj had chosen to dress in a traditional way for the visit though they had just come back from a trip where he had worn more western style dresses.
Raj looked at his feet. He wore gold thong flat sandals with multi color jewels on the straps. His gold anklettes had charms that hung from them. Each charm was a family member. Each of his bothers, his parents, aunt, and cousins were all represented.
Each of his toes had gold rings and his toenails were beautifully painted a bright red. His husband liked his toes adorned like this, and Raj didn't mind them being displayed for him in public in such a manner. There were also letters tattooed on each of Raj's feet just above his toes. In large letters Raj's new female name was tattooed, RASHMI on his left foot and on his other foot was tattooed the name of his husband, MAHAJ. This was done after Raj and Mahaj had been married.
Raj also had a tattoo on his lower back. It was a "Tramp Stamp" with his husband's name. This was done to him early on his feminine development and before he ever met his future husband. Raj had cried through the entire process on multiple visits to the tattoo artist. Not from the needle and the work being done but the shame of being restrained while another man's name was permanently placed on his lower back inside a ring of roses.
Raj crossed his legs so his husband could see his toes and wiggled them for him then gave him a knowing smile.
"We still have a distance to go honey, would you like me to talk dirty to you in your ear," Raj looked to him smiling willingly.
"Yes, I would like that."
Raj spent the next hour sitting next to his husband whispering all kinds of fantasy scenes and describing in great detail what he was going to do to Mahaj and what he wanted done to himself later, using the crudest language he could. It was done softly and sexily spoken. Raj cooed harsh words as if they were sweet nothings, occasionally allowing his tongue to enter his ear, while he ran his fingers through his husband's hair and twirling strands around his finger. With his other hand Raj administered a steady hand job his long red fingernails gripped around the impressive hard shaft of his husband's cock.
Raj paid no attention to what was going on around him. He didn't care who was looking or if they were stopped next to another car at a traffic light and being observed. Mahaj would say something if he needed to stop.
Raj never cussed in, or used slang terms in his daily life. It didn't fit his squeaky clean female persona that he portrayed for the public. Raj never said words like cock or dick out loud not even in bed around his husband, but always referred to a phallus properly as a penis. Only after asking to whisper in his husband's ear would he do what he was doing right now. This made so much more impact when the word FUCK crossed his red lips.
"Oh baby, you have no idea baby what it's like drinking your semen. How warm and salty your cum is when it squirts out of the end of your big hard manly cock and fills my mouth. It gets sticky and......" Mahaj interrupted Raj's seductive talk.
"We're almost there baby," he said looking at her in the rear view mirror.
Raj had performed for his husband until they were within a mile of his parents house. There would be no finishing of the erection, just a smile and a promise of satisfaction later on. Mahaj preferred it that way.
Raj had never had a real girlfriend and had never experienced an intimate moment before he was married. Not even a deep kiss with a girl, but the one thing Raj did know was how to please this man next to him, his husband. He had learned to be the woman he was supposed to be, in the kitchen, around the house, in public and in private.
As they were pulling in the driveway Raj straightened himself up looking in the mirror checking his makeup. Raj had a diamond inset nose ring through his pierced septum between his nostrils. There was one small diamond on top his nose. The perimeter of each of his ears were pierced with 8 diamond studs. The lobe had long hanging earrings that were just above her shoulders. Raj took the time to place a chain in his hair, a tikka, that had a large red stone that hung in the middle of his forehead.
"How do I look?" Raj said turning to show Mahaj the stone.
"You are beautiful, but are you ok to go in right now Rashmi?" his husband ask looking at Raj's crotch then back up to his eyes. "I did cut you off in the middle of what you were doing."
The one game that was being played by Raj, was the erection game. It was a serious deception he needed to keep a secret from his husband. Raj wasn't suppose to have erections with his husband or that were visible to his husband, but he was supposed to be aroused when allowed to perform with and on his husband. That was not a reality, he was never aroused about being with his husband, but it was a rule. When Raj would be in the bathroom preparing to go to bed with his husband, Raj would always tell Mahaj he masturbated in the bathroom before coming to bed so no incidents would happen. This was acceptable. Mahaj didn't want any erections on his wife while they were making out. Raj couldn't of had an erection with his husband even if he tried. But not being in control would result in a terrible spanking and continued erections would require the inability to have erections at all.
Claiming he didn't get excited or didn't get sexually aroused around his husband would result in the same thing, so it was good to claim being excited at being with his husband, but he was taking care of himself properly and out of sight. So when he answered his husband now he knew how to control that situation.
"I'm fine honey. It's not bulging," Raj said smoothing out his skirt for his husband to see. "As soon as we get there, I will excuse myself to use the bathroom and take care of it properly," Raj said with a satisfied smile though there had been no erection under his skirt at all. Raj needed his husband to think he was just as aroused by doing what he did for him, as his husband was receiving the physical and mental stimulation.
He smiled back at Raj. Things were good between the married couple.
The car was now stopped.
"Well we're here," Raj said nervously.
Mahaj opened the door for Raj and he stepped out. Raj was 2" taller than his husband without heels.
Mahaj double checked to make sure Raj's skirt didn't have a bulge in the crotch. He took Raj's hand and then they walked together to the house. Raj walked very smoothly and gracefully, holding his husband's hand and letting his other hand hang limp from his wrist, spreading his finger daintily with a nice soft sway as he walked. Raj's hips moved back and forth, from him walking properly, and from the hormones treatments that had filled his hips out. But the most notable aspect of Raj's appearance was his breast. They were D-cup and real.
Raj felt his face flush with embarrassment as they walked up to the door. His brothers would be looking at him in just a moment.
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