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Bad Horoscope part-7

 Today is September 20, my mom said to me that I will not be going to the temple and dance classes for the next 10 days. She is planning to have my puberty ceremony on September 30. Which was two days before the Navaratri festival. My mom said that we will be shopping form today and do preparations for the ceremony. On the same day my mom took me to the beauty parlour telling me that I have to get a facial. Even though I don't want to go she forced me to come with her. I became ready in my halfsaree and jewellery and I did my braid went to parlour with my mom.


me becoming ready to go the parlour 

At the parlour the parlour aunty said me to lay on the bed at the parlour. I did the same but I asked them why should I lay on the bed?. They said that they have a special type of facial for that I want to lay on the bed. The parlour shaff came near me and surrounded me. Then I realised something is wrong and started to get off immediately. But suddenly all the staff held me tightly on the bed. I screamed what's going on with me?

While screaming I saw the parlour aunty held a piercing gun. I was afraid what's going to happen to me. I asked her crying what is she doing to me. Then she said that she is going to pierce my navel. I freaked out by what she said and begged her not to pierce my navel. But her ears were deaf to my words and pierced my navel. I screamed with pain. Then she fixed a big dangler to my navel. It enhanced my beauty even more. I look even more feminine. 


my navel piercing 

By seeing me my mom started calming me down saying that I look beautiful with my navel. But those word made me cry even more. While crying I cleared the eyes water that are on my cheeks then my hand touched the nose rings I have and that made me cry even more. The parlour aunty recommend me to only wear halfsaree even while sleeping. 

Then she did my facial and pedicure and manicure. Then shed plucked my eyebrows and made it more feminine. Then she said that she has to wax my body. I was afraid and not ready to bear the pain but my mom assured me that I will feel tiny bit if pain because my body was already waxed. Then I said OK. My mom made me to remove my half saree and layed on the bed with only my bra and panty. Then she started waxing and it pained like hell. But the parlour staff held me tight to not make me move. After the waxing session we went to the home and ate dinner and slept.


my final look after the total beauty session 

On the next day we went to the shopping and my mom bought many sarees and half sarees and lehanga for me. We went to the tailor and gave my measurements there. And for the next two days my mom made me to do the household work. 

Five days before the ceremony my mom made me sir at the corner of my bedroom and said to me not to move from there. She also said that not to touch unnecessary things. I just sat there and ate my food. Some ladies came to my home and they applied turmeric to my whole body and they did my bathing. They said that this will continue till my puberty ceremony. 


my place for next five days in the corner of my bedroom 

To make me feel that I have became a mature girl my mom forced me to wear sanitary pads with my panties. I know that she has a deep desire to give her pads to her daughter, so she did this to me. Every day they made me to wear a saree and my navel piercing made my look even more feminine. I had flowers in my head and jewellery all over my body.


my look after the traditional bath by the ladies 

On the 29th of September they did my haldi ceremony. My cousins ( girls ) came to this ceremony and did my haldi ceremony. I felt humiliated while this ceremony was happening. My cousins teasing me by pinching me every where and suddenly one of them pinched my breast a moan came out of my mouth. After that moan they said that i really became a girl and even have breasts like a girl. Again the were teasing me that I like being a girl because of my moan.  Then made me wear the lehanga and jewellery. What came after that shocked me. 


A girl came near me to put mehedi to my hands. I pulled my hand away from her but my cousins held my hand and put mehendi to both of my hands till my elbow. And also to my legs too. 


mehendi applied to my hands and legs 

On the next day for my puberty ceremony I wore a heavy designer halfsaree and a lot of jewellery. Both my hands were covered in mehedi and i wore a lot of bangles and the parlour aunty came to the venue and did my makeup. She put a lot of heavy makeup and for the first time she took my nose ring off my nose. I was a bit relief that she took off my nose ring but there was another big and thick nose ring that she wants to fix in my hole. All the girls held me tight and she pushed the nose ring into my nose. I screamed in pain and she said me not to cry because it may ruin my makeup. Then she took out my navel jewellery and fixed it with another one. She made me wear 5inch high heels .


changed my navel jewellery 



my look for my puberty ceremony 

I came to the stage and I can feel the gaze of lust from the boy's around me. Then they did my ceremony and all the relatives were invited for the ceremony. I was the centre of attraction girl of the ceremony. Many boys came near me and tried to grope my body. It bacame difficult for me to avoid them. My mom came to me and said that many wants to make me their future daughter in law for them. I became devastated by hearing. At last my ceremony was over and I became a bit relaxed. 


But there is more to come in part 8......


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 the images, I will respect it and takedown the images



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