Becoming landlords wife

Settling in

Moving into Ramesh's house was uneventful. Vijay didn't have many possessions: a four-year-old phone, one watch, and a few old clothes.

As he entered the house, Ramesh directed him to an empty room, which Vijay guessed belonged to Ramesh's young daughter. She had been married and living abroad.

The room screamed femininity, with bright yellow walls accented by hints of red and pink. The wardrobe was mostly empty, except for some unwashed nightdresses.

Vijay set them aside and put his own clothes
he saw himself in the mirror, the Tshirt he was wearing was old tattered cloth but it was one of 6 piece of clothing that he had for himself.

Vijay set them aside and put away his own clothes. As he caught his reflection in the mirror, he thought, "I need to get a job."

His eyes drifted to his swollen chest, and a mix of confusion and arousal stirred within him.

Earlier, his man-boobs had disgusted him, reminders that he wasn't a masculine man.

But now, he kinda liked looking at them. He touched them, and his nipples hardened. His own fingers proved to be a potent force, driving him to arousal.

"You've got everything settled?" Ramesh knocked on the closed door, surprising Vijay.

"Yeah, just settling in," Vijay replied, still breathing heavily.

"I need to join a gym and reduce these, or else I'll go mad," Vijay added, emerging from the room wearing a T-shirt and pajamas.

Ramesh smiled. "So, let me show you the kitchen and bathroom as well." He guided Vijay, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Would you like to cook something for us?" Ramesh's words felt like a gentle order.

"Of course," Vijay replied, unsure what else to say.

Days turned into weeks, and Vijay settled into a routine. He cooked, cleaned, and did laundry with ease. Ramesh praised him, saying, "Even Lakshmi couldn't maintain the house this clean."

Vijay beamed with pride, feeling a sense of belonging. He began to enjoy the domestic chores, finding solace in the structure and organization.

As he cooked dinner one evening, Ramesh entered the kitchen, observing Vijay's efficiency. "You're a natural, Vijay. If Lakshmi was alive she would have been so jealous of."

Vijay smiled, his heart warming at the mention of her name. "Thanks. I'm trying my best."

Over time, Vijay subtly adopted habits reminiscent of Ramesh's wife, Lakshmi. He'd hum while cooking, just like Lakshmi used to, and arrange flowers in the vase with precision.

Vijay's daily routine consisted of getting ready, cleaning the house, making food and chai for Ramesh, and continuing his day.

Ramesh frequently attended social gatherings in the society, often forgetting breakfast.

One morning, Ramesh rushed out, calling, "I'm running late, can't eat breakfast!"

Vijay's anger simmered. "Mr. Ramesh," he said, using Ramesh's name instead of "uncle."

"Don't you know how much effort I put into these meals? You should sit and eat it. You never even praise my efforts."

Ramesh chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Okay, my sweet Lakshmi... ah, Vijay, sorry. You remind me so much of her."

Vijay's heart pounded at the mention of Lakshmi's name. He felt an inexplicable flutter in his chest.

"It's okay, uncle," Vijay said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't mind being called your wife... I mean, being compared to Lakshmi auntie."

Ramesh smiled, oblivious to the subtle undertones. "You're just as caring and thoughtful as she was."

As Ramesh noticed Vijay's worn T-shirt, he suggested, "You could borrow some of my clothes, or... Lakshmi's." He caught himself again. "I mean, just some comfortable nightdresses."

Vijay's cheeks flushed. "But what if someone sees me?"

Ramesh reassured, "No one comes here, and you haven't been outside in weeks. You're safe, Lakshmi... Vijay."

Vijay's pulse quickened at the repeated slip-up. He couldn't deny the thrill it gave him.

"Please, Vijay, just try one," Ramesh coaxed, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

Vijay's resolve weakened, tempted by the forbidden allure. "Okay... but just once."

As Vijay donned Lakshmi's nightdress, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The soft fabric and delicate embroidery made him feel... different. A shiver ran down his spine.

Even without bra, his big manboobs were creating a cleavage that woman would kill to have and man would kill to look at. The nightdress hugged his body better than his old tshirts.

Ramesh entered the room, and his gaze lingered on Vijay. For a moment, he saw Lakshmi standing before him, radiant and lovely.

"Vijay, you... ah, look beautiful," Ramesh stammered, correcting himself.

Vijay's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever called him beautiful before. "Thank you uncle".

"Forget about your Tshirts and old Pajamas. You should wear these daily" Ramesh said in a jest but when he looked at vijay it was clear that vijay was also liking his new avatar.

"I think you are right, I should wear them" Vijay continued the light mood of the environment but didnt want to raise suspicion so changed the tone"well at least till I get the job.. haha"