It all started when my wife, Priya, suggested we attend a costume party. “Imagine the looks on everyone’s faces when we walk in wearing traditional Indian dresses!” she said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. We were in Canada, where Indian culture was both admired and celebrated, but she knew it would be a fun twist.
The only problem? Priya, born and raised in Canada, had never worn a saree. She had no idea how to drape one, and the idea of mastering all the makeup and accessories that came with traditional attire was daunting for her. But she was determined. Over the next few days, she ordered an assortment of sarees, lehengas, and jewelry from various online shops, hoping she could somehow figure it out.
When I returned from a 4-day business trip in the US, I walked in to find her sitting at the dining table, her face a mix of frustration and sadness. On the table lay a beautiful red saree with intricate golden embroidery, but she seemed lost. Her makeup attempt was far from what she had hoped for—her face had streaks of foundation, and the eyeliner was uneven. The delicate Indian look she had envisioned had turned into something... different.
I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt. “Priya, you’ve tried your best, but it’s okay, we’ll fix it.”
Her face crumpled, and she started to cry. “I just wanted to look perfect for the party, and now I feel like I’ve ruined it.”
I walked over to her, feeling a pang of guilt. Priya was one of the most strong-minded people I knew—rarely did I see her this upset. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll help you get it right.” I hugged her, reassuring her.
Within the next fifteen minutes, I helped her reapply the makeup, using my own experience with some of the techniques I had picked up over the years. I then draped the saree around her, making sure it was perfect. Priya looked at herself in the mirror and smiled—her eyes were glowing, and she looked radiant.
“That’s better,” she said, touching up her lipstick. I was proud of how beautiful she looked. The evening ended in a way we both wouldn’t forget—a night of romance and laughter, knowing that despite the mishaps, we had shared something special.
But two days later, Priya’s mood shifted again. She came to me, her eyes downcast. “The theme of the party has changed,” she said. “It’s not just a costume party anymore—it’s a ‘Loving Sisters’ theme... and they added another option—‘Lovely Mother and Daughter.’”
I could see the disappointment on her face. She didn’t have any relatives here, and we didn’t have children yet. She felt like her dream of winning the costume contest had been shattered.
I tried to reassure her, but she seemed inconsolable. “I thought this would be fun, but now all my dreams are ruined,” she murmured.
The next morning, she woke me up early, her face lit up with an unexpected energy. “The prize is a beautiful car,” she said excitedly. “And if I win, I’ll gift it to you! But there’s one catch—I promised I’d be a pure Indian woman inside our house if I win.”
I smiled, though I still wasn’t sure how this would work. “It’s impossible to participate now, Priya. We can’t fit the theme...”
But then, to my surprise, she placed her hand on me, and with a playful glint in her eyes, she said, “It’s not possible to have a daughter now, but I can act as your sister for the competition. We’ll make it work.”
I was stunned. “You mean... I have to act like your sister?” I asked.
“Yes! And I’ll act like a perfect Indian wife,” she said, determined. “But first, you’ll need to look the part. We have to go through a few steps.”
What followed was a whirlwind of preparation. Over the next week, Priya made it her mission to transform me. She had already ordered twenty sarees, various lehengas, and all the jewelry I would need. I found myself wearing all the traditional garments she had picked out for me. I would wear a saree, and she would help me with the draping. I was amazed at how easy it felt. The soft fabric felt like it belonged on my body, and I was soon getting used to the delicate feeling of the saree’s pleats, the silk against my skin.
Priya also introduced me to the world of makeup, which she was excited to teach me. She applied foundation, concealer, and highlighter with such skill that I was amazed at how my face transformed. “Look at you!” she said, clapping her hands. “You’re going to look so beautiful.” She helped me learn how to apply eyeliner and mascara, which made my eyes appear bigger and brighter. We added a bindi to my forehead and applied a light shade of lipstick.
The day of the party finally arrived, and I was so excited I could hardly sit still! Priya had been talking about it all week, and now it was time for the final touches. She had called over a beautician to help me look even more amazing. “This is it! You’re going to look soooo pretty!” she said, her voice full of excitement as she led me into the living room.
The beautician was really nice and got to work right away. She started by brushing my hair, curling it into soft, wavy curls that bounced around my shoulders. I couldn’t believe how different I looked! It was like magic. Priya stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders. “Look at you! You’re going to be the most beautiful sister at the party!” she said, giggling.
Next, the beautician worked on giving me some curves by adding artificial breasts. They looked so real, I couldn’t stop staring at myself in the mirror. Priya kept checking to make sure everything was perfect. She was so proud of how I looked! “You look absolutely stunning,” she said, her eyes shining with happiness. “Now let’s make sure we win this competition!”
Then, it was time for makeup. Priya grabbed her makeup kit and started doing my face. She put on a smooth foundation that made my skin look all glowy and perfect. Then, she used sparkly eyeshadow to make my eyes pop and a pretty pink lipstick that looked like it belonged on a princess. I looked at myself in the mirror, and wow, I could hardly believe it was me! I was starting to feel like a real girl, and it was sooo exciting!
Priya was so happy with how I looked. She couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re the prettiest sister I could ever have!” she said, and I couldn’t help but giggle because we both looked so cute!
Now it was time for my outfit! Priya helped me put on the half-saree she’d chosen for me. It was a soft pink color with sparkly gold patterns that shimmered when I moved. The fabric felt so soft and light, and when I looked in the mirror, I felt like a real-life princess. Priya wore a green saree, and we looked like two perfect sisters. I could already tell people were going to love our outfits!
We still had to do Priya’s makeup, though. So, it was my turn to do her makeup, and I was so excited! I carefully put on her favorite eyeshadow, added some blush to make her cheeks look rosy, and gave her lips a bright red color that made her look like a superstar. When we both looked at each other after, I couldn’t stop smiling. We were both glowing, and I felt like I was about to step into the best day ever.
“We’re ready,” Priya said, giving me a big hug. “Let’s go win this party!”
We left the house together, holding hands like the best sisters ever. I felt my heart racing with excitement as we walked to the party. I couldn’t wait to show everyone how pretty we looked. When we walked into the party, all eyes were on us! People were gasping at how great we looked, and they kept asking Priya all kinds of questions about our outfits.
As we got closer to the stage, I couldn’t help but smile. “We totally nailed this!” I whispered to Priya, feeling so happy and proud. She winked at me, and we both giggled.
At the event, we were the center of attention. People complimented us on our traditional attire and makeup, asking Priya about her “sister’s” marriage prospects. She just smiled and laughed, keeping up the act. We knew we had nailed the look.
When the judges announced the winners, they handed us the keys to a brand-new car. Priya squealed with joy, and I could see the pride in her eyes. “We did it!” she said, hugging me tightly.
When we got home, Priya made me wear the saree she had worn earlier, and I saw her eyes fill with tears as she saw me dressed up. She hugged me again, this time with a mix of love and gratitude. “I never knew you could love me this much,” she whispered. “You’ve been my sister, my girlfriend, and now my partner in every way.”
She pulled out a new mangalsutra from the box—an Indian wedding chain—and placed it around my neck. “You’re my partner now, forever,” she said, and I could see the love in her eyes. Our bond had deepened in ways I never expected, and I knew that this was the beginning of something truly special.
Five months later, Priya was pregnant. We were now a family, and everything felt right. Priya would joke that during the day, her “girlfriend” would take care of her, and at night, her “husband” would be there to sleep beside her. It was a unique and beautiful dynamic, I felt so lucky that my business allowed me to work from home, so I could be there for Priya every day. It made everything feel so much easier, like I was right where I was supposed to be. Before, I never imagined I’d be the one staying home, taking care of the house, and being there for my wife. But now, it just felt so natural.
Every day felt like a new adventure. I found myself enjoying the small things — like cleaning the house and making sure everything was perfect. When I started doing chores around the house, I would always pick out something comfy and pretty to wear. Most days, I loved wearing soft cotton dresses with cute floral patterns, or a simple leggings and tunic combination. I felt cute and cozy, yet ready to get things done. I even loved wearing soft, fluffy slippers around the house, with little pom-poms on the toes. It just felt so feminine, and I loved the way my dress swished when I moved.
I learned that taking care of the house wasn’t just about cleaning, it was about setting the right mood — making everything smell fresh with scented candles, keeping everything organized, and always making sure the house was cozy for Priya. Some mornings, I would wear a simple, light pink top with matching leggings as I wiped down the counters and tidied up. I started to wear my hair in soft, relaxed curls or a cute ponytail, and sometimes I’d add a headband to keep it neat. It made me feel so feminine and put together, like I was really embracing my new role.
When I wasn’t cleaning, I’d spend a lot of time in the kitchen. I made sure to wear my apron, which had little flowers on it, and a pretty headscarf to keep my hair out of my face. I loved it because it made me feel like I was taking care of everything — cooking, cleaning, making everything perfect. I started experimenting with new recipes too, making Priya’s favorite dishes, like creamy pasta or a fresh vegetable stir-fry. The kitchen became my favorite place, and I would wear soft, comfortable clothes that let me move around easily. My favorite was a soft yellow blouse paired with cute floral leggings that gave me the perfect balance of being cozy and stylish.
One of the things I enjoyed most was keeping my body smooth and clean. I started to pay attention to every detail. Every few days, I’d take a long, relaxing shower where I would exfoliate my skin, making it feel soft and smooth. I used a sweet-smelling body scrub that left my skin feeling fresh, and I made sure to moisturize afterward. I started to pay more attention to my hair, using nourishing oils to keep it shiny and soft. I loved the feeling of my hair when it was silky and well-kept.
I also took care of my nails, painting them in soft pastel colors like pink, lavender, and peach. It was a little thing, but it made me feel so feminine. I was starting to feel more and more like a woman each day.
When I went for grocery shopping, I made sure I looked cute, even if I was just picking up a few things. I would wear comfortable jeans and a nice top, sometimes with a cardigan or a light jacket, depending on the weather. My favorite outfits were the ones that made me feel pretty but also practical. I’d style my hair in loose waves or a messy bun, and I’d wear a bit of makeup, just a little foundation and lip gloss. I liked how the makeup made me feel more confident, and I would always make sure to put a little blush to brighten my face. I didn’t feel the need to go overboard, but I loved the little touch it added.
When I went to the store, I always felt a sense of pride in how I looked. Priya would always smile and say, “You look beautiful, my love,” as we walked through the aisles together. We’d laugh as we picked out our favorite snacks, and I’d joke about how we had enough chocolate to last us a month. It felt so good to be out together, and I noticed how people would smile when they saw us — it made me feel like I was really becoming the woman I’d always wanted to be.
At night, when I’d help Priya unwind, I’d wear something soft and comfortable, like a light cotton nightgown or a cute pajama set with little hearts. I loved wearing something so soft, feeling cozy and relaxed as I helped her settle into bed. I’d rub her feet or hold her hand, just enjoying the peaceful moments with her. Sometimes, I’d even put on some calming lotion and rub it on her back to help her relax. The act of caring for her made me feel like I was truly embracing the role of a woman and a mother.
As Priya’s pregnancy continued, I started making sure everything was ready for the baby. I’d go through baby clothes, folding them neatly and organizing the nursery. I enjoyed setting up the crib, fluffing the pillows, and making sure everything was ready for our little one. I felt so excited, like I was preparing for the most important role of my life.
I couldn’t wait to be a mom, and I started taking so much joy in little things like decorating the nursery and picking out baby clothes. The thought of holding our baby in my arms made everything feel so worth it. I began feeling like I was part of something so much bigger than just the two of us. We were building our little family, and I was becoming the kind of woman I’d always dreamed of being — nurturing, loving, and ready to be a mother.
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