Weight of Motherhood

A Temporary Solution

The call had left him feeling more trapped than ever, the walls of his room closing in around him. He knew he had to act, to find a way out of this twisted web of fate.

He decided to seek guidance from the one person who might understand, the one who had accepted him as Soumya, her co-wife without question - Sumitra.

Shyam attempted to rush to Sumitra's room for help, but the saree and heels he was forced to wear made every step a struggle in elegance.

He awkwardly gathered the pleats of the saree, trying to quicken his pace, but the jingling of his anklets and the soft clinking of his bangles reminded him with every step that he was now a woman in the eyes of everyone.
Despite the stifling attire, he pushed on, until he finally reached Sumitra's door.

Sumitra's room was a sanctuary of warmth and comfort, a stark contrast to the coldness that had seeped into his own. The floor was littered with bits of colorful paper and ribbon, remnants of her earlier task. She looked up as he entered, her eyes lighting up with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Ah, Soumya, my sweet sister," she called out, using the name that still felt foreign to shyam's ears. It will take a while till he get accustomed to that name.

She held out a gift-wrapped box. "A token of apology from us," she said, her voice soothing as a lullaby.

Shyam took the box tentatively, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "What is it?" he asked with curiosity.

Sumitra's smile remained unwavering as she replied, "It's a token of our apology, Soumya. For the hasty events of yesterday."

Shyam took the box with trembling hands, his mind racing with a mix of anger and confusion.

As he unwrapped the shiny paper, his eyes fell upon the object within-a strap-on dildo, a stark symbol of the role he was now expected to play.

His cheeks flushed with rage, and his voice grew sharp. "Is this your idea of making amends? You think I'm some kind of pervert who saw an opportunity in this curse?"

Sumitra's smile didn't waver. "No, my dear," she said, her voice soothing as a lullaby. "It's not about that. It's about embracing the role fate has given you. And who knows," she added with a playful wink, "you might even enjoy it."

Her words were like a slap in the face, a reminder that his life had taken a bizarre and unwelcome turn. He threw the box onto the bed, the plastic phallus bouncing out and landing with a thud that seemed to echo in the silence of the room.

Shyam's eyes filled with tears as he looked up at Sumitra. "But I am not gay," he said, his voice cracking with pain and frustration. "I am not here to satisfy your husband's desires. I am a man!"

Sumitra's smile grew sadder as she took his henna-covered hands in hers, the warmth of her touch offering a strange comfort amidst the chaos. "I know, my dear," she murmured, her voice as soft as the whispers of the night. "This isn't about that. People have different preferences."

Shyam felt the color drain from his face as he stared at her, unable to comprehend the revelation she had just shared. "Rim job?" he echoed, his voice a mere whisper. "But...but why are you telling me this?"

Sumitra squeezed his hands gently. "Because, my dear Soumya," she said, her voice soothing despite the explicit nature of their conversation, "Govardhan has his preferences, when he and I .... When we share our private moments he sometimes likes me to lick his.. ummm " she tried to find the more suitable word but gave up midway "... His butthole".

The revelation certainly caught shyam offgaurd, he collected himself. "Well... people really do have their personal preferences" he small laughter got out of his mouth sumitra laughed with him making the atmosphere little lighter.

"So I forgot! You needed my help with something, you certainly looked like you did", Sumitra's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked moving onto the reason of Shyam sudden visit before they lost in rimjob and dildo.

Sumitra's expression turned thoughtful, "Ah, Priya! The lovely girl in the photo you showed me a few days ago?"

She smiled warmly, remembering the young woman's face. "You're a lucky man, Shyam... sorry, Soumya," she corrected herself, ensuring she used the name that had been given to him.

"She is an ethereal beauty, even with all the heavenly makeovers and skincare rituals, you and I pale in comparison to her otherworldly beauty" Sumitra said.

Sumitra observed the brief flicker of emotions both pride and jealousy on Shyam's face, but diplomatically said nothing.
"Tell me, Soumya, what's going through your mind? How will you navigate this complex situation with Priya?" She asked.

"I am thinking of going to my apartment, removing makeup and getting into my old clothes" Shyam shared his plan.

S

umitra asked wondering how she could help shyam "So what's the problem ?"

"These!" he exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper, as he pointed to the two large mounds that now adorned his torso. The artificial breasts had blended seamlessly into his skin, making them almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

As he looked at his body. His own manhood betrayed him, getting erected by the sight of his own cleavage is certainly embarrassing for him.

Shyam continued while Putting the box on his lap in an effort to hide it from sumitra "cant we remove it for a few hours, until I get done with the call?"

"The adhesive is too strong, it will cause your skin burn if you try to remove it so early" Sumitra said dismissing the idea of making Shyam , or Soumya flatchested.

She braught out some medical crepe bandage and handed it to him. "I used it once when I played the role of krishna in my collage, it will help you out".

Shyam took the bandage and started walking back "thank you, I hope it does"

"Wait! Soumya" Sumitra called out shyam's name stopping him midway "Call me when you leave, I will go together with you"

"What?", Shyam question what she implying.

"Ramu still lives there" Sumitra reminded shyam of his old roommate, the him visit the temple at that night.
"You would not want villagers to think that you are a woman of loose character"

"Bu-"

"And you have to change into you male clothes in that apartment only, making sure that everyone knows your resolve isn't weak".

"Okay" Shyam had no choice but to agree with her words.

This is just a temporary solution, Soumya," Sumitra reminded him gently. "You'll need to figure out how to tell your family the truth. It's the only way to bring peace to all of us."

Shyam's heart heavy with the weight of his secret, he wondered how he could ever merge his two worlds.