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BAD HOROSCOPE PART-6

 The next day my mom woke me up early and said to me to fresh up. I did my bath but it still awkward  having chastity to my private part. When I came out my bathroom, my mom was waiting for me with a apsara costume. I just don't want to wear it and begged my my mom not to do it. Instead she warned me that she would pierce my navel If I don't listen to her. I had no choice but to wear it.

My mom did my make-up and I look like a beautiful girl. The costume was too reveling and I was embarassed to go out in that costume. The three nose jewellery still come in my was when I was talking and eating. The sound of my bangles and payal are still annoying to me. 

Me in Apsara costume 

After the makeup my mom did my hair and put a lot of flowers. After that  we went to the temple and I was the main attraction of that morning. I took a diya in my hand and went to the goddess and kept there. After that the priest said that I will be going to clean the temple in the early morning every day dressed like this and from next month I will also give bharatnatyam dance performence every day. I was shocked and asked why I have to do that even though I am a boy. He said that I was transformed into a girl because of my horoscope and this is the only way out. It is a part of being a devadasi to clean the temple and learn dance. I was out of word to defend myself.


After that me and my mom gone to home and then my mom change me into a bharatnatyam costume. The dance teacher came to our house to give me lessons. She was very strict and very particular about my feminine expressions and actions. She literally made me to act like a girl in the most feminine way. and then my class was over.

Me in bharatanatyam costume 

After that I change into a Half saree and came to my mom because she called me. When In went to my mom she made me to clean he house and cooking and to do laundary. While hanging the cloths out in the balcony I was depressed to see my own bra and panty. There were my half saree too. Even though I am a boy I have so many half sarees that even a normal girl of my age don't have that many.

By day by day I became more and more proficient wearing my half sarees and doing my makeup. because my mom was very strict to do my things as a girl my self. Soon I started giving my dance performances in the temple. In the temple I can feel the lustful gaze of boys around me. as days passed my boobs became even bigger and my body became even curvier and my hair grown till my butt. 

my mom kissing me for getting myself ready like a girl

Like this two months have passed away. Now this is September, Then my mom surprised me by telling me that she is going to conduct a puberty ceremony soon for me. But that was not a surprice for me it's a big shock for me...

TO BE CONTINUED........

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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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