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Bad Horoscope Part 4

 On that day I ate my dinner and went to my mom to ask her to give me some clothes to change as the half saree is very uncomfortable. Then she gave me a pink Pyjamas to wear, I was shocked by seeing that but I don't have the patience to argue with her so I changed into it. 


Me in my pyjamas 

I didn't remove my bangles, payals. My braid was same from morning, I didn't do anything to it. I slept on the bed with my burning nose and ears.

On the next day I woke up at 9 am in the morning and went to my mom to ask her remove my jewellery and bangles and payals, but she denied my request. Instead she was telling me to not to remove them because I will be living as girl till the navaratri festival.

By hearing that I was in shock and my mind didn't work for a second. Imagining that I will be living as girl till the festival sent shivers into my spine. I requested my mom to not to do it but instead she scolded me and said that I will be living as a girl only wearing half sarees. I felt like I was in hell. Again I started crying but my mom consoled me and calmed me down by saying that I will be only till the festival and she will help me to adjust myself as a girl. 

After sometime I asked my mom that I have to pee but I can't do it because of the chastity on my private part... Then she was telling me that she will be not removing it till the end of the festival, so I have to get used to it and have to pee by sitting like girls. I just thought that this was too much for me and begged my mom to remove it but she rudely said NOO. At last I want to the bathroom and sat like a girl to pee. 

After that my mom said me to bath and come out. So I did my bath with turmeric paste which my mom placed in the bathroom and came out. I my mom tied my hair into a bun so that it won't get wet. After my bath I came out of the bathroom with the towel on my waist. Mom shouted at me that I have to tie my room around my breasts on on the waist and also she mentioned that I have a pair of B cup breasts so I should cover them like any girl.


Wrapping towel on my breasts 

After that my mother gave me a bra and a panty to wear, I was hesitant to wear them but my mom forced me to wear them. After that she gave me a blouse to wear, I took it with sad face and wore it after that my mom helped me to wear the skirt and pallu of my half saree. 

Then she took me to a Vanity mirror in her room and stared applying makeup to me. She worked for about a 30 minutes and said she was done with my makeup. After that she took out the old bangles off my hands and inserted new bangles. She braided my hair and put a lots of flowers. She also kept a Tikka to my hair. She took a stone bindi and kept between my eyebrows. 


Mom doing my makeup 

After that she said to me to wait there and said that she has a surprise for me. I said okay and while she was gone I was looking myself in the mirror. And I saw a beautiful girl seeing back at me. The touch of the soft fabric felt different and the air flow from my exposed stomach made it cold. And the back of the blouse is also very low. I felt cold on my back. My breasts fitted perfectly in my blouse giving me a nice shape and my butt and became wider because of my 10 days treatment. I was just looking at myself depressed and thinking how did this happened to me ?


The final look

After some time my mom came to me and said me to close my eyes. After that she blindfolded me to not see any thing. While I was sitting somthing was going on at my legs. After sometime my mom removed the blindfold and when I saw my legs I just wanted to die there. My mom made me wear 4 inch high heels and on the top of that she locked the heels there with a lock and kept the keys with her. Then she said "  today you will be learning how to be a girl and live as one"


Mom making me wear heels 

To be continued.......

Now, how did her girl traing went???? Coming on Bad Horoscope part-5

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This story is purely fictional and does not encourage any hatred or doesn't mean to hurt anyone. If the owners of the images want me to take down, I will respect it and takedown the images



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