The Day I Became a Bride

One sunny morning, I went to visit my cousin. When I got there, I found that his wife, bhabhi, was all alone at home. She was sitting on the couch, reading a book. I walked up to her and said, "Hi, bhabhi! How are you?"

She looked up and smiled. "I'm good, dear. How about you?"

"I'm fine," I replied, sitting down next to her. "Can I see your wedding albums? I've always wanted to see them."

Bhabhi's eyes lit up. "Sure, come on." She got up and walked to a shelf, where she pulled out a big, thick photo album. She brought it back to the couch and opened it. The pages were filled with beautiful pictures of her wedding.

As we looked through the album, I saw bhabhi in her wedding dress. She looked so pretty, with flowers in her hair and a big smile on her face. I couldn't help but say, "You looked so beautiful as a bride, bhabhi. I bet everyone was looking at you."

She smiled mischievously and said, "Thank you! You know, I think you would look beautiful as a bride too."

I turned red and didn't say anything, but I was thinking, "Oh, I would love that!"

Bhabhi noticed my silence and said, "Would you like to try being a bride? Just for fun?"

I nodded eagerly. "Yes, please!"

Bhabhi clapped her hands. "Alright, let's get started!"

First, she took out some mehndi paste. She carefully painted beautiful designs on my hands and feet. The mehndi felt cool and smooth. When she was done, she said, "Wait a few minutes for it to dry."

While we waited, she took out some kajal. She gently applied it around my eyes, making them look bigger and prettier. Then she put small rings on my nose and ears. They felt a little funny, but I liked how they looked.

Next, she combed my hair and tied it into a neat bun. She put a red tika on my forehead. It looked so pretty!

Then came the fun part. Bhabhi brought out a tight blouse and a lovely saree. She helped me put on the blouse first. It fit snugly around my chest. Then she draped the saree around me. She tucked one end into my petticoat and wrapped the other end around my waist. She pulled the saree over my shoulder and pinned it in place.

I looked in the mirror, and I couldn't believe how beautiful I looked. Bhabhi smiled and said, "You look like a real bride!"

She then slipped a few bangles onto my wrists. They made a soft jingling sound when I moved my hands. She put payal on my ankles and rings on my toes. I felt like a princess.

Finally, I looked in the mirror again. I saw a beautiful bride staring back at me. I blushed and smiled. Bhabhi hugged me and said, "You look perfect, dear."

I felt so happy and girly. I twirled around, feeling the saree flow around me. I said, "Thank you, bhabhi. This is the best day ever!"

Bhabhi laughed and said, "You're welcome. Now, let's take some pictures so you can remember this special day."

We took lots of pictures together. I felt like a real bride, and it was the most fun I'd ever had.

After taking lots of pictures, bhabhi and I decided to take a break. We sat down on the couch, and she handed me a glass of cold lemonade. I took a sip and felt the cool liquid refresh me.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Bhabhi looked surprised. "I wasn't expecting anyone," she said, getting up to answer it.

I stayed on the couch, feeling a little nervous. Who could it be? I was still dressed as a bride, and I didn't want anyone to see me like this.

Bhabhi opened the door, and I heard a familiar voice. "Hey, bhabhi! Is my cousin here?"

It was my brother, Arjun. He had come to visit unexpectedly. I quickly hid behind the couch, hoping he wouldn't see me.

Bhabhi laughed. "Yes, he's here. Come on in, Arjun."

Arjun walked in and saw me hiding behind the couch. He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing, hiding like that?"

Bhabhi smiled. "He's just playing dress-up. Isn't he adorable?"

I peeked out from behind the couch, feeling a little shy. Arjun looked at me and burst out laughing. "Wow, you look like a real bride, bro!"

I blushed even more. "It's just for fun," I said quietly.

Arjun walked over and ruffled my hair. "You look great, but why are you dressed like this?"

Bhabhi explained, "We were looking at my wedding album, and he wanted to try on my wedding dress. It was his idea."

Arjun nodded. "That's cool. Can I take a picture with you like that?"

I hesitated for a moment, but then I nodded. "Sure."

Arjun took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of us together. He laughed. "I'll never let you live this down, bro."

I smiled. "That's okay. It was fun."

Just then, the doorbell rang again. Bhabhi went to answer it, and this time, it was my uncle, Arjun's dad. He had come to check on us.

Uncle walked in and saw me dressed as a bride. He raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here?"

Bhabhi explained the whole story again, and Uncle laughed. "Well, you certainly look the part. How did this happen?"

I told him, "Bhabhi showed me her wedding album, and I wanted to try on her dress. It was just for fun."

Uncle nodded. "That's fine, but remember, it's just for fun. Don't take it too seriously."

I nodded. "I know, Uncle. It's just a game."

Uncle smiled and said, "Alright, I'll leave you kids to it. Just make sure to change back before your parents get home."

After Uncle left, Arjun and I decided to play a game. We pretended that I was a real bride and Arjun was the groom. We acted out a wedding ceremony, with bhabhi as the priest.

Bhabhi laughed. "Alright, let's see how well you can do this."

Arjun and I stood in front of bhabhi, holding hands. She said, "Repeat after me: I, Arjun, take you, kirti, to be my lawfully wedded wife."

Arjun repeated it, and then it was my turn. "I, kirti, take you, Arjun, to be my lawfully wedded husband."

We both laughed, and bhabhi said, "You may now kiss the bride."

Arjun leaned in and gave me a big, friendly kiss on the cheek. We all laughed, and it was the most fun I'd ever had.

Just then, the doorbell rang again. This time, it was my parents. They had come to pick me up.

My mom walked in and saw me dressed as a bride. She raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here?"

Bhabhi explained everything, and my mom laughed. "Well, you certainly look the part. But it's time to change back now."

I nodded and quickly changed back into my regular clothes. My mom smiled. "You had fun, didn't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, Mom. It was the best day ever."

My mom hugged me. "I'm glad you had fun. Just remember, it's just for fun. Don't take it too seriously."

I nodded. "I know, Mom. Thank you."

As we left, I looked back at bhabhi and Arjun. They waved goodbye, and I felt a little sad that the fun was over. But I knew I would always remember this special day.

On the way home, my mom asked, "Did you have a good time?"

I nodded. "Yes, Mom. It was the best day ever."

My mom smiled. "I'm glad. Just remember, it's okay to have fun and try new things. But always be yourself."

I nodded. "I will, Mom. Thank you."

As we pulled up to our house, I felt happy and content. I knew I would always remember the day I became a bride, even if it was just for fun.

A year passed, and I grew taller and stronger. I never forgot the fun day I spent dressed as a bride at bhabhi's house. It was one of my favorite memories.

One sunny afternoon, the phone rang. My mom answered it and said, "Hello?" After a moment, she called out, "Hey, kartik, bhabhi is on the phone for you."

I ran to the phone and took it from my mom. "Hi, bhabhi! How are you?"

Bhabhi's voice sounded happy but a little tired. "I'm good, dear. How about you?"

"I'm fine," I replied. "What's up?"

"Well," bhabhi said, "your cousin is going on a trip for a few days, and I'll be home alone. I'm pregnant now, and I thought it would be nice if you could come over and stay with me. Your mom said it's okay."

I felt excited. "Really? I'd love to come over!"

Bhabhi laughed. "Great! I'll see you tomorrow, then. I'll pick you up from your house."

The next day, I got ready early. I wore my favorite blue shirt and jeans. My mom packed a small bag for me with some clothes and my favorite toys.

When bhabhi arrived, she looked beautiful but a little rounder. She smiled at me. "Ready to go, dear?"

I nodded eagerly. "Yes, bhabhi!"

We got into her car and drove to her house. When we arrived, she showed me around. The house was cozy and filled with the smell of flowers.

After settling in, bhabhi sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. "Come here, dear. I have a favor to ask."

I sat down next to her. "What is it, bhabhi?"

"Well," she said, "I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable being alone. I thought it might be nice if you could dress as a girl while you're here. It would make me feel more comfortable, and we can have lots of fun together."

I felt a little shy but also excited. "Okay, bhabhi. I'll do it."

Bhabhi smiled. "Thank you, dear. Let's get started."

She took out a pretty pink dress and a pair of white shoes. She also had some jewelry and a wig. She helped me put on the dress and adjusted it so it fit perfectly. Then she put the wig on my head and styled it.

Next, she put some light makeup on my face. She applied a little blush and some lip gloss. Finally, she put some bangles on my wrists and a necklace around my neck.

When she was done, I looked in the mirror. I looked like a real girl! I smiled and twirled around. "Thank you, bhabhi. I look beautiful!"

Bhabhi hugged me. "You do, dear. Now, let's go out for some grocery shopping."

We got into her car and drove to the store. People looked at us and smiled. Bhabhi held my hand, and I felt proud to be with her.

After shopping, we went to the hospital for her check-up. The doctor smiled at us and said, "You look lovely today."

Bhabhi smiled back. "Thank you, doctor. This is my niece, and she's staying with me for a few days."

The doctor nodded. "Well, take good care of each other."

We left the hospital and went back home. Bhabhi made us some tea and cookies. We sat on the couch and talked about our day.

"I had so much fun today," I said.

"Me too," bhabhi replied. "It's nice to have you here with me."

Over the next few days, we did lots of fun things together. We went for walks in the park, visited the library, and even had a movie night at home. Every day, I dressed as a girl, and it felt more and more natural.

The next few days flew by in a blur of fun and laughter. Bhabhi and I spent our time doing all sorts of things together. We went for walks in the park, visited the library, and even had a cozy movie night at home. Every day, I dressed as a girl, and it felt more and more natural. I loved the way the saree flowed around me, and how the jewelry sparkled in the sunlight. I felt like a real woman, and it was a wonderful feeling.

One evening, as we were sitting on the couch, my cousin walked in. He had just returned from his trip, and he looked surprised to see me dressed in a saree.

"Whoa, who is this girl! What's going on?" he asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

Bhabhi laughed. "kartik is just helping me out while you were away. She's been dressing as a girl to keep me company."

My cousin nodded, but he looked thoughtful. "That's cool. Hey, Kirti, can I talk to you for a second?"

I nodded and followed him to the kitchen. He looked a little nervous. "So, there's something I need to ask you. It's kind of important."

I waited, curious. "What is it?"

"Well," he said, "there's an office party coming up, and if I don't show up with my family as a married couple, they'll cut my house allowance by half. It's a long story, but basically, they think I'm married, and if I show up alone, they'll think I'm lying."

I felt a little confused. "So, what do you want me to do?"

He took a deep breath. "I was hoping you could pretend to be my wife for the day. Just for the party. Please, Kirti. It would mean a lot to me."

I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The idea of pretending to be his wife was both thrilling and a little scary. But I knew I wanted to do it. I nodded. "Okay, I'll do it."

My cousin smiled, relieved. "Thank you, Kirti. I really appreciate it."

The next day, bhabhi and I got to work. She called a parlor lady to come over and help with my transformation. The parlor lady arrived with a big bag of supplies and got right to work.

First, she washed and conditioned my hair, making it soft and smooth. Then she styled it into a long, flowing wig. The wig was so realistic that it looked like my own hair. She combed it out and styled it into a beautiful braid that cascaded down my back.

Next, she did my makeup. She applied a light foundation to even out my skin tone, then added some blush to my cheeks. She lined my eyes with kajal and added some mascara to make my eyelashes look longer and thicker. Finally, she put on some lipstick, giving me a soft, natural look.

Bhabhi helped me put on a beautiful silk saree. The saree was a deep red with gold embroidery. It felt soft and smooth against my skin. She draped it around me, tucking one end into my petticoat and wrapping the other end around my waist. She pulled the saree over my shoulder and pinned it in place.

I looked in the mirror, and I couldn't believe how beautiful I looked. The saree fit perfectly, and the wig made me look like I had long, flowing hair. I felt like a real woman, and it was an amazing feeling.

My cousin arrived, and his eyes widened when he saw me. "Wow, Kirti. You look stunning."

I smiled, feeling a little shy. "Thank you."

Bhabhi smiled. "You both look like a real couple. Have fun at the party!"

We left the house and drove to the office party. When we arrived, everyone looked at us and smiled. My cousin introduced me as his wife, and everyone welcomed us warmly.

Throughout the evening, I felt like a real woman. People complimented me on my saree and my hair. I felt confident and happy. My cousin and I danced, laughed, and enjoyed the party together.

As the night went on, I started to feel something I had never felt before. I felt like a real wife, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being a girl, and I enjoyed being with my cousin as his wife. It was a strange feeling, but it was also exciting.

When we got home, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I had enjoyed the evening. I told bhabhi about it, and she listened carefully.

"You know," she said, "if you want to experience more of being a woman, we can arrange that. But you have to be sure. It's a big decision."

I thought about it for a moment. I knew I wanted to experience more. I nodded. "Yes, bhabhi. I want to experience more."

Bhabhi smiled. "Alright, Kirti. I'll help you."

The next day, bhabhi talked to my cousin. She explained that I wanted to experience more of being a woman, and he agreed to help. That night, we all sat down and talked about what would happen next.

My cousin looked at me and said, "Are you sure about this, Kirti?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. I want to do this."

Bhabhi smiled. "Alright, let's get started."

She helped me get ready again, dressing me in a beautiful saree and doing my hair and makeup. This time, she added some more jewelry, making me look even more beautiful.

When I was ready, my cousin and I sat down together. He looked at me and said, "Kirti, are you ready?"

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Yes, I'm ready."

He smiled and took my hand. "Alright, let's do this."

And with that, we began our next adventure. I felt like a real woman, and I was ready to experience everything that came with it. I knew it was a big step, but I was ready to take it.

Bhabhi had done an amazing job getting me ready. The saree felt soft against my skin, and the jewelry sparkled in the light. My hair was styled beautifully, and the makeup made me feel like a princess. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I felt beautiful and ready for whatever was next.

Arjun and I sat down together on the couch. He looked at me with a gentle smile. "Kirti, are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Yes, I'm ready," I replied.

As Kirti and Arjun lay on the bed, the soft glow of the candles created a warm and intimate atmosphere. Kirti felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, but Arjun's gentle presence helped her feel at ease.

Arjun looked at Kirti with a soft smile. "Are you okay, Kirti?" he asked, his voice gentle and caring.

Kirti nodded, feeling her heart beat a little faster. "Yes, Arjun. I'm okay. I trust you."

Arjun reached out and gently took Kirti's hand. "I want to make sure you feel comfortable and respected, Kirti. We can go as slow as you want."

Kirti nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. "I know, Arjun. I'm ready."

With a gentle smile, Arjun leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Kirti's forehead. "You're so beautiful, Kirti," he whispered.

Kirti felt her cheeks turn pink, but she smiled. "Thank you, Arjun. You're very kind."

Arjun gently brushed a strand of hair away from Kirti's face. "Can I kiss you, Kirti?" he asked softly.

Kirti nodded, feeling her heart flutter. "Yes, Arjun."

Arjun leaned in slowly, giving Kirti plenty of time to feel comfortable. When their lips met, it was a gentle and tender kiss. Kirti felt a warmth spread through her, and she kissed him back softly.

They pulled away after a moment, both smiling. "That was nice," Kirti said, feeling a little shy.

Arjun smiled. "It was. You're a wonderful kisser, Kirti."

Kirti blushed but felt happy. "Thank you, Arjun. You are too."

They lay there for a moment, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. Kirti felt a deep sense of connection and affection.

Arjun gently touched Kirti's cheek. "Kirti, I want you to feel what it's like to be a woman. I want to help you experience that."

Kirti nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Okay, Arjun. I trust you."

Arjun gently guided Kirti to lie down on the bed. He lay down next to her, holding her hand. "Just relax, Kirti. I'll take care of you."

Kirti nodded and closed her eyes, feeling Arjun's gentle touch. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair, making her feel calm and relaxed.

After a while, Arjun gently kissed Kirti's neck, making her feel a warmth spread through her body. "How do you feel, Kirti?" he asked softly.

Kirti opened her eyes and smiled. "I feel nice, Arjun. Thank you."

Arjun smiled back. "I'm glad. You deserve to feel special and loved."

They continued to share gentle kisses and soft touches, always making sure Kirti felt comfortable .

As the night went on, Kirti felt more and more at ease. She felt like a real woman, experiencing the tenderness and love that came with it. Arjun was gentle and caring, always making sure she felt safe and cherished.

Eventually, they lay down together, holding each other close. Kirti felt a deep sense of peace and happiness. She knew that this night would be one she would always remember.

"Thank you, Arjun," Kirti whispered, feeling her eyes grow heavy.

"For what, Kirti?" Arjun asked softly.

"For making me feel so special and loved," Kirti replied, her voice filled with affection.

Arjun smiled and kissed her forehead. "You're always special, Kirti. I'm glad I could make you feel that way."

As Kirti drifted off to sleep, she felt a warmth in her heart that she knew would stay with her forever. The night had been filled with love, respect, and a deep connection that she would always cherish