The evening before Bhim's discharge from the hospital, Neelam called Kavi into the living room with a serious yet supportive look on her face. She handed him a beautifully wrapped box, the weight of which suggested something significant inside.
"Kavi," Neelam began, "you've done an incredible job so far. But with Bhim coming home tomorrow, there's something more you need to do to ensure he doesn't recognize you."
Kavi took the box, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Carefully, he unwrapped it and lifted the lid to reveal a set of breast forms and a prosthetic vagina. He looked up at Neelam, understanding the gravity of this next step.
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"These are for you," Neelam explained gently. "They will help you complete your transformation and maintain the illusion for your father. You'll need to get used to them, and there are a few things you need to learn."
Kavi nodded, feeling a mixture of determination and nervousness. "I understand, Aunt Neelam. I'll do whatever it takes."
Neelam smiled warmly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I know you will, Kavi. Let's start with the basics. First, you'll need to wear these breast forms under your blouse. They'll help create a natural shape and ensure your cleavage looks realistic when you wear a saree."
Neelam guided Kavi through the process of putting on the breast forms, showing him how to adjust them for a comfortable fit. She then demonstrated how to drape a saree in a way that subtly accentuated the cleavage without making it too obvious.
"See, Kavi, the key is in the draping," Neelam explained. "The pallu should fall naturally over your shoulder and cover just enough to suggest without revealing too much. This way, it will look natural."
Kavi practiced a few times, getting more comfortable with the sensation and the look. Neelam watched with a critical yet supportive eye, offering tips and encouragement.
"Now, about the prosthetic vagina," Neelam continued. "This will be important for maintaining the illusion, especially if Bhim happens to see you undressed. You should also be prepared to simulate having periods."
Kavi looked a bit overwhelmed but nodded. "How do I do that, Aunt Neelam?"
Neelam handed him a small packet of sanitary pads. "You'll need to use these. When you're simulating your period, keep a few pads with you and make sure to dispose of them discreetly. It's a bit of a learning curve, but you'll get the hang of it."
Kavi took a deep breath, absorbing all the information. "Okay, I'll practice tonight."
Neelam smiled proudly. "You're doing great, Kavi. Just remember, this is all temporary. Once Bhim is fully recovered, you can go back to being yourself. Until then, stay strong and keep doing what you're doing."
Kavi felt a surge of gratitude and resolve. "Thank you, Aunt Neelam. I couldn't have done any of this without your support."
Neelam hugged him tightly. "We're in this together, Kavi. And I have no doubt you'll succeed. Now, let's make sure you're completely ready for tomorrow."
They spent the rest of the evening practicing, with Neelam teaching Kavi how to move naturally with the prosthetics and how to handle everyday situations with grace. By the end of the night, Kavi felt more confident and prepared for the challenge ahead.
The next morning, as Bhim was discharged from the hospital, he returned home to the loving care of his "wife," Kavita, who had become the embodiment of warmth, support, and unwavering dedication. The road ahead was still long, but with Neelam's guidance and Kavi's determination, they were ready to face it together.
