Priyanka – How It Began Ep. 03: More Fun And A New Surprise

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Now, on with the story:
I woke up a couple of hours later, in pure bliss. I had an indescribable feeling that I had somehow reached an incredible point in my life. Divya Akka’s aroma was still around me, but she wasn’t. I reluctantly put on my panty, tucked my man-clit inside, wore the bra and picked up the discarded salwar-kameez from the floor. As I was in the process of folding it, the bedroom door opened and Divya Akka came in.

“Why don’t you wear it, dear?”, she asked.
“Do you still feel the same way?”, I shyly asked her.
“Of course, Priya. I was quite serious dear. Come here”, she beckoned.
I was blushing furiously as I went to her with the salwar-kameez. She slowly eased the top of me and then, I proceeded to wear the salwar. She draped the dupatta casually around my neck. “Come downstairs”, she said. “I’ve made us some tea”. We went downstairs and sat at the dining table. We drank our tea and Divya Akka slowly eased me into some casual conversation. My mind was still reeling from the experience but I found my self-opening up slowly and we talked and talked. I helped her take the utensils to the kitchen, we washed them, all the while talking casually about school, life, likes and much more. Lo and behold it was close to 7 o’clock in the evening.

“Akka,” I said, crestfallen “I need to go. My folks will be back soon”.
“No problem, dear. Here, come with me”, she said and led me upstairs. She slowly helped me undress and I was overcome with another bout of shyness at my apparent nudity. “Priya”, she said lovingly, “It’s ok dear. You don’t need to be shy with your Akka. We’re sisters and more than that, we are soul-sisters.” I eased out of my clothes and underclothes with her help and wore my male clothes. Uggh! They felt course and disgusting!

“Akka, May I come tomorrow? Please?”, I asked her as I finished brushing my hair.

“Of course! I would not have it any other way. As a matter of fact, why don’t you come here directly after school?”, she asked. “Come here, freshen up, have lunch and spend some time with me.”, she said.

“Ok!”, I said, brightening up. “I would love that.”

“That’s settled then. I’ll call home and speak to your folks, and tell them you need special classes. Now, come here”, she said. She pulled me into her loving arms, kissed me on my forehead and gently let me go. I left her house in a daze and walked home in a stupor.
After that, I spent the next several days like this – I went to Divya Akka’s home, after school, dressed up in girls’ clothes and spent a lot of time there. We had a lot of fun where Divya Akka, completely dominated me and made me her perfect submissive, feminine sex companion. On the days that there was tuition, she would have me practice wearing make up in her guest bedroom, while she took a class for the others. Slowly, I built up enough skill in making myself presentable. Divya Akka treated me as her own sister, talking to me about life as a girl, teaching me feminine mannerisms, tones, expressions and much much more.

Then, on that fateful day, everything changed.

It was a Sunday, and Akka called home. She spoke with my Father on the phone and after a couple of minutes, he called me to the line and handed me the receiver.

“I told your Father that you’re in need of special classes because of the upcoming Maths Olympiad. He has agreed for a full-day class, so come over quickly.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”, I replied nervously, under the watchful eye of my Father and I kept the phone.

I packed a couple of notebooks and cycled over to Divya Akka’s place. She was at the door, waiting. “Come on in and shut the door”, she said, as I parked my bicycle. I went it, closed and locked the main door, as she went behind and locked the kitchen door and windows. “Come upstairs”, she said excitedly. I followed her up, to the guestroom. And there, with a flourish, she pointed to the bed. On the bed was a brand new “Kerala saree”. If you haven’t seen a Kerala saree, it’s a traditional, off-white saree with a thick golden border (please Google it). With it, on the bed, was a bright-red silk blouse that matched the saree. I stared in disbelief. Akka knew that I’d always wanted to wear a saree and here it was!

“Akka”, I whispered, in a trembling voice full of emotion. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you”. I ran into her arms.

“I knew you would like it. I just got the blouse this morning, which is why I called you over immediately”, she said with a naughty smile. “Go have a bath and let’s get you dressed”, she said.

By this time, I was already using the guest bedroom’s bathroom for myself and Akka had stocked it up with womens’ products, from soaps, to shampoos, to makeup and much more. I even had my own pick towel. I had a quick bath, dried myself and came out, with the towel wrapped around my chest. Akka first blow-dried and styled my hair. Then she proceeded to apply some dark thick kajal and some light makeup with bright-red lipstick that matched the blouse on the bed. After this, removed my towel and handed me my bra. I wore the bra and adjusted it to cover my erect nipples. Akka passed me a new pair of silk panties which I slipped on. Then she handed me a skirt (worn under a saree) – I stepped into it, pulled it up and knotted it at my waist below the navel. Finally, she handed me the bright red blouse. As I hooked it in front, it was a little tight and Akka helped me adjust my moobs, so that they snugly fit inside the blouse. I turned, looked at the mirror and blushed. Staring back at me from the mirror was the image of a nubile, young girl with developing breasts, a girl who was blushing.

Akka turned me towards her, picked up the saree and started to drape me in it. This took a bit of time but once this was complete, she walked around me to inspect. She opened the dressing table’s drawer and pulled out some clipon earrings, some bangles, a simple neckalce and a clipon nose-ring. Instead of handing them to me, she herself put them on my ears, neck and nose. Once done, she sprayed a couple of squirts of a feminine fragrance onto me and turned me to the mirror. My transformation was complete – here was a traditionally dressed girl. I felt my nipples harden and a stirring below.

Akka leaned over to my ear and whispered, “My beautiful Priya, so beautiful”. “Come with me dear” she said, and she led me to the master bedroom. She sat me down on the sofa there and she sat on the bed. “So, how do you feel?”, she asked me.

“Amazing! Fulfilled! I never knew I could feel this way Akka. I now feel like Priyanka. No, I AM PRIYANKA!” I exclaimed.

“Good”, she smiled. “Wait, let me bring something to drink. Juice?”, she asked. I nodded.

She went downstairs. I got up and went over to the mirror in this room. I could only walk slowly, and with the saree wrapped tightly around me, the walk was feminine in itself. I took a couple of minutes to admire myself in the mirror. I then moved over to the window, looked outside at the garden and sighed. I was at peace. I accepted myself, I had an Akka who accepted me and life was good. I heard Akka’s footsteps coming up with the juice. I heard the door open and I turned, with a smile on my lips. And uttered a scream of shock!
There, at the entrance to the master bedroom, was Sir. Shantanu Sir. Divya Akka’s husband!

And behind him, stood Akka, with a serene smile on her lips.
To be continued….

Next: Priyanka – How it began Ep. 04: Shantanu Sir