Weight of Motherhood

A Visit to an old life (🔞)

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This chapter is a little longer than usual, I tried writing conversation between shyam and his family casual which required more lines to be added.
Also there is a little smutty scene in the bathroom for you guys... I hope you enjoy it ...

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As evening descended, Shyam's gaze remained fixed on the wall clock, his heart racing with anxiety and fear of the unknown. "What if they see through my disguise?" he worried, his hands fluttering nervously, the bangles now a familiar accompaniment to his every move.

The soft clinking sound, once jarring, had become a comforting reminder of his new reality.

Shyam's eyes drifted to the mirror, where a reflection stared back, increasingly familiar yet still strange.

The clothes, once constricting, now felt like a second skin. The makeup, meticulously applied, accentuated features he was growing accustomed to. A sense of unease lingered, but a glimmer of acceptance had begun to emerge.

Sumitra's voice broke the spell, her teasing tone a welcome distraction. "Soumya madam, have you admired yourself enough in the mirror? Can we proceed now?" Her words, laced with playful sarcasm, brought a hesitant smile to Shyam's lips.

They reached shyams old apartment where he spent his last few months, going as a postmaster.
"What type of man is Ramu?" Sumitra made query to shyam asking about his old friend.

"The type of man who doesnt bother putting a shirt before opening a gate, I can bet he would be in his undies, puffing up ciggrate.

After a knock, a familiar face opened the door. A man with an unshaven beard in just underwear puffing up ciggrate just as shyam described.

"Shyam!! ...", Ramu said in a surprised voice after seeing his friend " is that you?"

"Her name is Soumya", Sumitra corrected him in a commanding voice" and you will refer to her as Queen Soumyavati"

"Hello old friend... Can we come in? " shyam said in a tired voice.

"I have already paid this month's rent so I don't think I should have asked that." Shyam thought to himself.

""I am sorry.. Queen soumyavati. Please come" Ramu srecovering initial sock of seeing his friends female avatar up close.

"You seem surprised.. arent you the one who brought me to the temple that day" shyam asked in authorative voice.

"I ... did, yes"

"And we thank you for that" sumitra said "Soumya needs this apartment for sometime if you care to give us some privacy" again it wasnt a request but a command.

"And atleast put some tshirt on if you great someone"

"Sorry my queens" Ramu left the apartment in a hurry but not before putting out the half smoked cigarette and putting on some decent clothes. He didnt know the purpose of their visit not like he had guts to ask them anyway.

"So you can change here or do you want to use the bathroom", Sumitra asked.

"I prefer the bathroom" shyam said in whispering voice.

The bathroom was as he left, the emptied shampoo bottle, the ashtray near toilet which had even agrued Ramu with, the mirror still half clean.

Shyam ignored everything and put the empty bag on the bathroom sink which will hold the saree and other jewlery.

He began undressing, removing the saree then underskirt and blouse.
He stood in front of the mirror, half naked in yet another expenive bridal lingerie which maids instied on putting to make him feel like an acutal bride.
Looking at the reflection of a beautiful woman made shyam's member a new energy it erected like pole tenting the panties he wore.