I always feel like I’m her live doll. My little sister, Nidhi, and I lost our parents when we were very young, and while it was a tough time, we were fortunate to be well-off. Our dad had invested wisely and left us with enough money to live comfortably. Money was never a concern. Nidhi is one year younger than me, but she’s always been the more outgoing and artistic one. She loves fashion, makeup, and the idea of fame. I used to admire her for her confidence and beauty. She is truly stunning, with a graceful smile that could light up any room.
As for me, I was always the simple, shy guy—fair-skinned, not very outgoing, and, to be honest, a little lazy. I didn’t have much of an interest in the glamorous world Nidhi was drawn to. With the money we had, I completed an animation course and started working from home, mostly as a hobby. I wasn’t in it for the money, just the joy of being creative. But there was one thing I loved more than anything: spending time with Nidhi. She was my best friend, and we did everything together. We cooked, watched movies, and spent hours talking about everything under the sun. Life seemed perfect just the way it was.
Then one day, Nidhi announced something that completely changed everything. She wanted to participate in the "Hair and Fashion Designer of the Year" competition that would take place in three months. The competition was renowned, and the judges were expecting unique, innovative designs in styling. She told me she needed a model to showcase her creative ideas. I was excited for her but immediately saw the problem—she needed someone to stay with us constantly, and that meant our privacy would be gone.
Nidhi, ever the problem-solver, was sitting on her phone one evening, searching for solutions. I was sitting next to her, working on some animation designs, when she suddenly jumped up, squealing with excitement. I looked at her, confused.
“What’s going on?” I asked, startled.
“I’ve got it!” she exclaimed, holding up her phone. “You’ll be my model!”
I raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding. “Who? Me?”
“Yes! You, my dear brother. You’ll be the perfect model for my designs.”
She showed me a picture she had edited using an app. The app allowed her to change hairstyles in photos, and she had added a wig to a picture of me. The result was stunning! I didn’t even recognize myself at first. It was as if a completely new person had emerged.
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered. “Is that me?”
Nidhi was practically jumping with joy. “I told you! You’ll be the perfect model, and no one will even know it’s you! I can work with you every day, try new hairstyles, experiment with clothes, and makeup!”
I was hesitant at first, unsure of what this would mean for me. But Nidhi’s excitement was contagious, and I agreed. The challenge sounded fun, and the idea of seeing myself transform intrigued me. “Okay, I’m in,” I said with a sigh. “But how are we going to do this?”
Nidhi grinned. “Leave it to me! We’ll shop online for the best transformation gear. I already have some ideas in mind.”
Over the next few weeks, we made a plan. We ordered a silicone bodysuit, three different wigs, and all the accessories we could think of. Meanwhile, I started working on my body. I did yoga every morning and cardio every evening, hoping to make my body more toned. It wasn’t easy, but the idea of becoming someone completely different kept me motivated. Nidhi also insisted I take pills she said would help reduce body hair and make my skin smoother.
One month later, the parcels arrived. Nidhi was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. We decided to do the transformation on a Sunday when we could both focus entirely on it.
I started by taking a long bath, removing any remaining body hair with a cream Nidhi had bought. After drying off, I applied powder all over my body, as instructed. The transformation began when Nidhi handed me the silicone bodysuit. It had everything—breasts, butt enhancer, and a slim hourglass shape. The moment I put it on, I felt an unfamiliar sensation. It felt like a completely new body, one that I wasn’t used to. I looked at myself in the mirror, amazed at how lifelike it looked.
Nidhi came in with a mischievous smile. “You look stunning already! Now, let’s make it even better.”
She handed me a lacy green and red churidar, which fit me like a glove. It slid over my curves, highlighting the new shape of my body. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The transformation was already happening, and I couldn’t believe how good I looked. I had never seen myself like this before.
Now it was time for my hair. Nidhi brought out the first wig—a long, straight, silky piece that would complement the look perfectly. She applied glue along my hairline, carefully attaching the wig. She let it settle for a moment, and then began brushing it. I felt the smooth strands slide through her fingers as she worked.
“There,” Nidhi said, stepping back to admire her work. “You look incredible. Like a professional model!”
I looked at myself in the mirror. The hair was perfect. I ran my fingers through it, amazed by how natural it looked. It was silky and straight, just like the models in fashion magazines.
Nidhi then applied light makeup—a soft foundation, a touch of blush, and a small red bindi in the middle of my forehead. I was speechless. I had never worn makeup before, and seeing myself with it made me feel like a completely different person.
She grabbed her camera and snapped a few pictures. “You look amazing! I have to send these to my friends.”
As Nidhi started taking more photos, I felt something strange bubbling inside me. I couldn’t explain it, but for the first time, I felt beautiful. It was as if a part of me had been unlocked, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.
From that moment on, I became Nidhi’s model. I lived with her, helping her create new designs and experimenting with different looks. We spent hours styling my hair, trying new outfits, and taking photos. Sometimes she would do my makeup, adding bold eyeliner or lipstick. Other times, she would braid my hair or create elegant updos. The transformations were endless, and every time, I was amazed at how different I looked.
But there was more to this journey than just the outward changes. As Nidhi and I spent more time together, our bond grew even stronger. She would tease me, calling me her “doll” or “sister,” but I knew it was all in fun. There were moments when I felt embarrassed or unsure of myself, but Nidhi always knew how to make me feel comfortable.
One day, while we were having lunch, Nidhi’s best friend, Priya, came over to visit. She was a fashionista, always in the latest trends, and had a keen eye for detail. When she saw me, she froze for a moment, eyes wide with surprise.
“Who’s this? Is this your new model, Nidhi?” Priya asked, looking me up and down.
Nidhi nodded with a proud smile. “This is my brother. He’s been helping me with all my designs.”
Priya raised an eyebrow. “Wait, this is your brother? Wow! I thought you had hired a professional model!”
I blushed at the compliment, but Nidhi quickly stepped in, saying, “He’s my secret weapon. No one knows he can transform this much.”
The whole experience was surreal, and soon, I became more than just Nidhi’s model—I became a part of her world. People started to see me differently, and though I had my moments of doubt, I realized that I had stepped into something extraordinary. I was no longer just the shy, lazy guy; I was part of something creative, something bigger than myself.
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