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I waited near the dining table for long, and finally, aunt placed my breakfast on the table. The tightness of the bra, was too much, but eating something was my foremost preference.

Thus, I ate it unquestionably. When the time came, I ate the lunch, which she pre-cooked along with the breakfast. Even though I wore it until then, the bra irritated me so much that, I removed it quickly, and when the constraints detached, I felt like I was in heaven.

I should have done this from the morning itself; I thought. The rest of the day I stayed in front of the TV, and just before aunt came, with much difficulty, I wore everything back as such.

Seeing everything intact, aunt became happy and left me alone. It was like nothing ever happened. In the night, after the dinner, I went to my room, and stayed there.

The bra was still bugging me, and I wanted to get out of it. Thus, I locked myself in, and removed my undies then slept peacefully.

In the morning, right after my bathroom session, I came out and selected the white undies. Aunt did inspect me, and when found satisfied, served me breakfast.

When she went out, I quickly removed my bra, and enjoyed my day as such. And just like yesterday, I wore it right before she came back. It was a Friday.

Aunt went out in the morning and I removed my bra right away. When the lunch was over, I felt really sleepy. Thus, I played some music and fell to the couch instantly.

Slowly, sleep engulfed me. Everything felt fine, until I heard someone shouting. It was aunt, and she was standing right beside me.

The bra, which I was supposed to wear the whole day, was now hanging in her right index finger. What are you doing?

Why are you not wearing it? I quickly stood up and bowed my head. Her hand quickly felled over my face. Answer me? She shouted. What about yesterday?

The day before that? And the day before it? Are you wearing it? Her hands quickly felled over my cheeks again. What about the nights?

Her face turned red. She slapped me again and again. I cried a lot, and tears flowed down my eyes like never before.

Wear it now; aunt shouted, and handed me the bra. Without much option left, I took it from her, and wore it reluctantly.

Other than my new additions, aunt pulled out everything from the cupboard. My shirts, t-shirts, shorts, pants, jeans, socks, shoes, everything were lying around.

She asked me to select each one from everything, which I liked the most. I took one from each, but she stopped me.

Finally, I selected one of my favourite t-shirts and shorts, along with one of my sandals. She quickly grabbed them from me, and took them to her room, then came back with empty handed.

Now remove the ones you are wearing; she shouted. I removed my t-shirt and went for a towel, but aunt stopped me. No need for that, do it now; she shouted.

Do as I say; she beat me. Crying feeling lost, I removed my shorts, and stood in front of her motionless. Aunt quickly grabbed both, and looked at me.

I did have my panties, cami and bra, but still try to cover my front with the bare hands. Aunt took all my clothes, along with the ones I just removed.

She took them outside, and locked securely inside the storeroom. After a while, she came back and locked my door from outside.

I kept my face on the bed and silently wept. Like the days before, the bra was still bugging me, and when sleep came, I tried to remove it, but something stopped me.

What if she comes in the middle of the night to check? I thought, and left it as such. In the morning when aunt came, I was already freshened up and wearing the three, i.

Come down, your breakfast is ready; she said. Aunt, please, give me something to wear; I pleaded.

Aunt, please; I began to cry. Then stay here; she quickly locked the door and went away. I heard her car starting, and slowly, the sound faded.

A skirt? What just aunt said? I thought a lot about it. My tummy ached a lot, and I made up my mind to go downstairs in the evening.

In the next morning, with my starved stomach, I freshened up and selected the yellow colour. I wore the three very neatly, and waited for her.

After a while, I heard her footsteps. She unlocked the door and faced me with her usual line; are you hungry? But this time, I followed her obediently.

After my breakfast, she asked me to stay, and went to her room. When she came back, there was a box in her hands. O pen it; she said, by handing over the same.

And when I did, inside the box, there were two breast forms, smiling at me. And thus, when I removed my cami, she herself inserted them into my bra cups.

With the final piece on, bra turned more beautiful. The vacant space bulged out, showing how pretty it is.

When I wore the cami back, it covered my artificial breast so naturally. Aunt became happy, and left for the office later.

But, somehow, I need to inform mom, and that was my only ticket out from this hell. And the only telephone in the house was inside her room, which she always locked.

Thus, I planned to break inside the same, in the next day itself. In the next morning, I did as she told, and waited for her to leave.

And when she took off to her office, without wasting any time, I used all my lock pricking skill on it. I knew I was in trouble, and struggled to take it out.

What will happen if aunt finds out? I tried a lot, but nothing happened. Soon I lost hope, and left it alone for my unexpected fate.

She seemed confused. Aunt asked me to go to my room, and lock inside. Shortly after, I heard her talking to someone over the phone. After sometime, a car stopped on our porch.

And from their conversation, I found it was someone, who came to fix the door. It took lot more time than expected, and after fixing the lock, he went away.

Soon after, I heard aunt asking me to come down. I became afraid, but still, slowly went downstairs.

Come here; she pointed towards the floor right in front of her. Did you try to prick the lock? Her question was straight forward. She showed me the broken lock prick.

I know it; saying that she pulled out a cane from the nearby shelf top. But she gets hold of me, and gave me a quick beat on by bums.

Aah, aunt, please; I cried aloud and jumped. The soft panties covered my bums did nothing to reduce the pain. Why did you do it? She asked, and this time, hit me hard with it.

Aah; I cried loudly. My bums was on fire, and I jumped in pain. Tell me, why did you do it? She hit me thrice. I was trying to make a phone call, please aunt, stop it ; I shouted.

Aunt gave me another three more hard fast hits, again. I gave you all the freedom and this how you repaying me? You liar, I will make sure you stay in one place, run to your room; she shouted.

When I turned, the cane landed over my back and I screamed in pain. Thus, I lie down on my front, and struggled with the pain. Aunt was following me right behind, and I heard the cane swung through the air.

The strike landed on my back, which made me stood up in a jiffy. Even with my bra and cami on, the pain was unbearable.

Do you want more? No aunt, no, please; my body shivered, and kept looking down. Her hand landed on my cheek. Answer me; she was on fire.

Now, lie on your bed as you did before; she pushed me aside. My whole body was on fire, when another, big, fast, strike of cane, landed over my cami.

I jerked, cried and tried to get up, but aunt stopped me. Tears flowed down my eyes, and I crushed the bed sheet with my bare hands. But instead of answering my plea, she gave me another hit, then another, then once again more.

I sensed the skin tearing from my back, and for all the time, I hold on to my pink silky bed sheet. Aunt, please; my sound faded. The pain was too much, and water was flowing from my eyes, nose and mouth.

Slowly, I let go of the sheet and wiped my tears. An hour later, when she came back. I was still lying on the bed, crying like a girl. She sat beside me, and slowly pulled up the cami.

She quickly went downstairs and came back with some medicine. I flinched, when she applied it, and tried not to cry.

After finishing with it, aunt quickly pulled down my panty and inspected my bum. I tried to cope with the pain, and struggled to find some sleep.

But whenever I closed my eyes, the pain woke me up. After a while, the tiredness caught me, and I somehow managed to sleep. In the morning, when aunt came to my room, I was still in my bed.

She asked me to get up, and helped me with it. My back was still paining, but the bums seemed better. Can you sit?

Yes; I nodded my head. Try; she said, and patted on the bed. I tried, and it was indeed painful, but I sit anyway. Seems good, w hat about the back?

Is it still paining? Yes, a lot; I replied. I pulled down my panty and then sat on it. After the embarrassing sitting session, I brushed my teeth, and came out.

Aunt asked me to follow her, and I did reluctantly. If you wore a dress or skirt, you need to pull them up first; while walking downstairs, aunt explained.

And due to my aching back, I could only sit straight. After the breakfast, she asked me to get back to my room. And when I did, she followed me. Two three days passed and my routine continued the same.

Aunt checked me, when I pee and after breakfast, locked me in my room. The next morning, aunt woke me little early.

In her hands, there was a small box. It took me a while to collect all the matching colours, so here, take it; she handed it to me.

Slowly, I opened it. They were nail polish, twelve of them, and of course in different shades.

You will paint your nails every day with the matching colour, I mean the one matches your bra. Here is the remover, it will help you to clean them easily; she said, and handed me another bottle.

Do your morning things and come down quickly. After a proper good bath, I wore my pink undies and went down with the matching pink nail polish. Aunt painted two of my nails and asked me to do the remaining eighteen myself.

She then left me there, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I sat on the chair and slowly began painting each.

After a while, when came back, she asked me to getup, and then took the cane from the shelf top. The moment I saw it, I began shivering in fear, and sweat all over.

Aunt, I did nothing! I took my stand. But instead of telling me anything, she asked me to put the bottle down and turn around.

Aunt, please; while turning I cried. Suddenly, a quick, but strong hit landed over my back, and the pain flowed through me. Shortly after, another one, much more fast and quick, landed on the same place.

That was for the real reason, now come back again, this is for not standing still , which i s like disobey ing me, I will continue this, until you stay in place and keep that stupid mouth shut ; she stated, and pointed to the same floor.

Slowly, with tear filled face, I came back and turn around. I tried to keep myself still, but with a burning back, it was never easy.

I struggled hard, and with the help of both my hands, kept the mouth shut. I somehow stood there and bite my hands, to make sure the scream stay inside.

Because, when I tried to rest my back, I cringed due to pain and thus, sit straight. Sit straight, never on your back; aunt explained.

Slowly, I nodded my head and let out a deep sigh. Aunt asked me to tie my hands behind the chair. And when I did, one more hit landed over the same place.

Aunt please, these things are not easy for a boy; I screamed. Is that because of the things between your legs? Then better you learn this fast, or I will remove them for sure ; she shouted.

I became shocked by her words. Aunt was literally on fire, and once again the cane landed on my thighs.

Together; she yelled. By the time now, I knew that, she would go to any extend. My hands were still tied in the back, because aunt never gave the permission to take them back.

I tried to cross my reddish knees, but it was hopeless. The pain was too much and they shivered a lot.

Keeping them together was my only remaining option. Thus, after with much difficulty, I kept them together.

Aunt looked at my thighs for sometime, and appreciated my work. G ood girl, keep it up, now complete your fingers; she said, by pointing towards the nail polish.

I took the bottle with my shaking hands, and started to paint the nails. When the hands were over, aunt gave permission to move my knees.

And I painted the ones in the leg as well. When it was over, she asked me to stay like that for the rest of the time. Hands over the table, and knees together; she reminded.

It took some time, for aunt to get ready for the office, and all I could do was, sit, nothing else. After got readied, she marched me to my room and locked me inside.

No stupid ideas; she said. I burst into tears, and wiped them with my pink polished fingers. All these days, I was forbid to each lunch.

In the evening, when the time came, she unlocked my door, and took me downstairs for the dinner. I carefully sat on the chair with my back straight, and remembered to keep the knees together.

The dinner served, and we ate together. When it was over, while I was walking upstairs, she stopped me, and handed me a cream pack.

Trust me dear, you will look better without it; she reminded. In the morning, I did as she instructed. My body burned for a while, and when rinsed, the little hairs went down along with the water.

I cleaned my nails and selected black for the day. When I came downstairs, she inspected my hands and legs, and found satisfied. The breakfast was given and I ate by sitting like a lady.

After a while, as always, she locked me in my room and went way. Your mom will call today, what will you tell her?

In the evening, while unlocking the door, aunt asked me. After the dinner, aunt asked me to stay. Mom used to call late, because of her work, and aunt does know about the time.

Thus, just before the call happens, she asked me to stand and took the cane. I wept silently, and nodded my head. And this for not obeying me in the first time ; she said, another big one landed on the same place.

How can I be happy, when my whole back is burning? While wiping my tears, I thought. Shortly after the ordeal, mom called. Aunt told me stay calm and asked me to attend it.

I tried hard to keep my voice normal, and talked her. She promised me to come back as early as possible, and once again told me to obey her.

Aunt took the phone from me, and gestured me to go up. After a while, aunt came to my room. I was sitting on the bed, and the moment I saw her, I quickly stood up.

She asked me to sit, and started; y ou know what, for the next four days, I will be training you. You will learn how to walk, talk, eat, and also a small make-up session, in which you will learn yourself to do your face.

And most importantly, you will learn how to greet others. Now sleep, I want you to get early. She locked the door and walked away.

I feared about the things aunt just said, the things will happen to me. The next four days were turned out hell for me.

The training started early from the morning, and continued late in the night, until she became pleased with the result. Standing like a lady was the first in learning, and she made me stand with my legs together, for an hour.

I was told not to move any circumstances, and punished for even slight disobedience. And when satisfied, walking class began, and I was made to walk miles in the house.

Taking things from the floor was another criteria, and she threw a hairbrush to the floor, then asked me to take it. First time, when I bent down like normal boys do, a huge strike landed on my back.

I lost my balance and fell on the floor and another one quickly stood me up. When the session was finally over, I learned to take things from the floor by bending the knee.

She then taught me to eat like a lady, where I was asked to take small bites, and minimal food. Make-up session was simple, and I learned to apply the foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara and also how to blend the cheeks.

Most of my tries were utter bad, which made aunt laugh, but in turn gave me tears. Because, for each small mistakes, she beat me mercilessly.

Finally, after lots tries with tear filled eyes, I got it right, which made her turn somewhat happy. She complemented my work, and taught me to do the final touch, by using lipstick and lip glows.

When I thought it was over, I was so wrong, because, aunt kept the most humiliated thing for the last. A curtsy?

You are not a normal girl, now do as I say, any questions? No aunt, please; I moaned. Lower your head, hold your skirt, extend your right foot behind the left, bend your knees, and finally bring yourself back; she showed me.

The steps were simple, but the embarrassment was too much. You will, but for the time being, just imagine you have i t. At last, with much difficulty, I learned how to do the curtsy.

It was almost bedtime and aunt relieved me from the torture. You will greet me twice a day, morning and night, and any disobedience will be punished, you get me?

She reminded. Yes aunt; I replied, and walked upstairs. Couple of days passed and I did exactly as I told. It was a regular day and I woke up early than usual.

I went directly to the bathroom, and remembered to sit and pee. After taking care of my teeth, it was time for bath. I made sure to apply the hair removal cream all over, and had a good bath.

I stepped out of the bathroom, covered myself in the pink towel, and then wore my green undies with matching nail polish. By this time, I had every make-up items in the drawer.

Thus, I sat like a lady in front of my pink framed vanity mirror, to have a minimal daily make-up. When it was finished with my lips painted, I went down, walking elegantly, like aunt taught me, then greeted her by showing a curtsy.

And last, when given, I ate my breakfast, just like the way aunt wanted it. Nowadays, when she was off from her work, I was allowed to walk freely in the house in the day.

And during these times, several works like cleaning, washing, mopping the floor etc, were imposed on me. Similarly, on this dreadful day, she asked me to clean the house.

Aunt was busy outside, her room was wide open and I got my one-time opportunity to make a phone call. I tried twice, and got no response.

I was getting nervous, and each seconds felt like months. Mom did answer it, but aunt was right behind me. I did the most forbid thing and my cami drenched in sweat.

In your room, now; aunt shouted. The training was already taking toll on me, and in between the taunts and punishments, I was really a good student.

Moreover, I was indeed afraid of her, and the consequences of misbehaving. Thus, when I ran upstairs, I literally ran just like a girl, by swinging my hands and bums side by side.

Go there; aunt said by pointing at the window. The trouble was right in front of me, but I was helpless. Thus, I walked towards it and she followed me.

When we were near the window, she gave me quick push, to make me further close to it. Raise your hands; she spoke.

I slowly raised them and looked through the window. No begging? That silence will get you more; while handcuffing me to the window, she said.

Then the flogging began. One by one, strikes landed on me, and my back began burning in pain. Four, five six, seven; aunt counted. Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve; strikes continued to land on my back.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, you should have said it before; aunt continued the beating. By the time the counting has reached seventeen, my balance was lost, legs slipped and the whole body hanged just on the hands.

I heard her counting until twenty-three and then I blacked out. When I came to my senses, I was tied lower.

My hands were still handcuffed, but the bums were barely sitting on the floor, with both the legs to one side. The cane was lying right beside me, but aunt was nowhere to be found.

My whole body was burning and throat was dry. Meanwhile, with my struggling senses, I heard a car. The sound came from the front, and passed to the back.

Shortly after, I heard some bangs from the backyard. The sound felt like, hammering and drilling. And when it stopped, the car went back.

Everything seemed silent for a short time and the silence was broken by footsteps. It was aunt, and she unlocked the door.

In one of her hands, there was a carry bag and some chains in the other. You awake? While unlocking me, she asked. Change into this; she spoke, and handed me the bag.

I looked inside, they were nothing other than a set of off white bras, panties and camisoles. Yeah, I know that look, they are cheaper, and the bras are padded.

Aunt said. I was still on the floor, feeling tired, and unable to move the muscles properly. Seeing that, aunt came forward, and helped me with it.

She removed my cami first, and then undressed me of my bra with the forms. Within no time, I was made to wear the new ones. When the constraints of bra left me, pain flowed like water, and it lasted until the new bra got in place.

No need the forms, because they are padded; she stated. I turned around and changed the panty myself. The clothes part was over, and I was still on the floor, when aunt quickly got hold of my hands.

She pulled both of them to the back, and locked with the handcuff. My legs were the next, and she tied them with another cuff which has a longer chain in between.

With these on, I could walk easily, but will never able to run; I thought. Next, she took a choker, made of black leather with a metallic lock and clasped around my neck.

Aunt then took a long chain and locked it to the choker. I was barely responding to all these, and still on the floor. Stand up; she said.

I tried, but failed due to my tiredness. Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Aunt swished the cane and a huge strike landed on my legs.

But instead of helping, it made things worse. I screamed in pain and struggled to get up. At last, she herself helped me to stand up and asked me to walk, by pointing towards the door.

Slowly, I tried, but tripped instantly. Aunt get hold of me and helped me to get downstairs. Water, water, please ; I pointed towards the table.

There is no water for you; she said, and pushed me towards the back door. With all the strength got, I walked towards the door. It was wide open, and aunt helped me to get down the steps.

We were on the walkway towards the backyard, and aunt pushed me further. Where is she taking me into?

I thought myself, and stood still. Within no time, the cane landed over me. I jerked and cried. Walk, walk toward s the ruin s ; she shouted.

With the tear filled eyes, I slowly walked through the stone paved road. Lots of trees stood there, and the greenery spread, until it meets the thick vast forest behind it.

Not only that, but also there were some ruins in it, which was the actual original house, more like a mansion or bungalow.

Mom told me that, it was burned decades ago. Most of the roofs were gone and the walls barely stood itself. The plants growing all over, definitely gave it a creepy look.

When I was small, I used to think it as a ghost house. When the township was made, the new house built closer to the front road, and the old one forgot in the woods.

I knew the way towards it, but still aunt guided me with the chain in her hands. With my tired legs, it took some time for me to reach there.

And when I did, aunt marched me to centre hall. She then showed me a hook in the corner, which was bolted to the floor and asked me to walk towards it.

Even though all my strength were drained, still I tried, but slipped and fell to the floor. With my tearful eyes, I tried hard and looked for help.

But instead of offering a hand, she mercilessly dragged me towards the hook, by pulling the chain attached to my neck. Aunt, water, please; I murmured.

Shut up, you bitch; aunt barked at me. She locked the chain to the pretty new hook and beat me again. You are not worthy to sleep under a roof, stay here; she said and placed the cane nearby, then walked towards the house.

Slowly, my senses fade away, and I fell into deep sleep. When I woke up, it was almost evening. I crouched towards the wall and sat besides it, by resting my back on it.

It pained a lot, but I had no other way. It was aunt, she came in, and placed a bowl right in front me. Drink; she said and poured some water into it.

My hands were still tied in the back, thus, I lied down and drank it. Do you want to pee? She asked, and I nodded my head. She helped me to stood up and asked me to turn.

And when I did, aunt quickly pulled down my panty. Do as you wish ; She said. I knew, that the chains were going to stay, thus walked with the panty resting over my leg chains.

There were some bushes growing by, which were in reach with my neck chain intact. I sat behind it and peed. Aunt then helped me to stood up again, and pulled up my panties.

When I turned back, she was walking away. I said. I know, but you are not coming home today; she said, and walked away. Slowly, the light faded and night arrived.

Darkness engulfed everything, and the crickets started their sound thing. I looked around and found a small alcove nearby, with a raised platform.

Even with the tied hands, somehow I managed to get into it. Even though it was high ground, anyone or anything could have easily reached me.

And I was totally defenceless due to the tied hands. When time passed, I heard a fox howling away. Or is it a wolf? I thought. One by one, all the ghost stories I heard before, came to my mind.

Something was walking around the ruins, I heard it clearly. And even saw something in the bushes with glowing eyes. I closed my eyes as tight as I could, and cried silently.

Slowly, tiredness caught me, and I drifted into the sleep. I woke up, when the birds chirped. I waited long for aunt to come, not to eat, but to pee.

Hours passed, and at last, aunt came. To my surprise, she unlocked my hands and placed some food in front of me. I quickly went behind the bushes and peed first.

Aunt asked me to eat, and thus, I placed myself in front of it. Everything felt delicious and my stomach demanded more.

While I was eating, aunt went back home, and came back with a big carry bag. She then emptied it, by dumped the contents over the floor. They were my clothes, my own boy clothes.

Aunt poured something over it and then lighted it. How dare you to stop me? Aunt barked and took the cane.

Come here; she pointed towards the floor in front of her. And I walked towards her, with my shivering legs. Cover your mouth, no screaming; saying that, she swished the cane.

Then began the beating, and it continued until the fire goes down. When the last flame went out, all my clothes were burned.

At last, I lost my balance and fall to the ground. Aunt quickly tied my hands just like before and went away. I cried, and crawled towards the corner.

Other than slaps on the face and strikes on my thighs, which was to keep my knees together, aunt never beat on my front side. She always did it on my back and bums, it did help me to sit straight though.

N o one else could see the bruises, unless I removed my cami to purposefully show them, or she ha s some other reasons; I thought.

In the evening, when darkness already spread out, aunt came with some food and water. She unlocked my hands and waited, until I finished them. When she tried to go back, I pleaded her by falling to her feet.

I pleaded more, but she walked away. With the little strength got, I tried to crawl back to my alcove, the only little safest place I got.

My body pained a lot, but mentally ached more. It was aunt, and she looked straight at me. As I was still on the floor, she also helped me to get up.

I looked at the cane, which was lying nearby. When reached there, before getting inside, she unlocked my hands and asked me to wash the legs.

And when I did, she marched me upstairs, and then pushed me to the bathroom. After all the chains were removed, I was asked to strip off my undies.

They were so dirty that, aunt took them for cleaning, and I became extremely happy. While I was in the shower, aunt cleaned and dried the chains.

But, when I came out of the bath with the towel tied at my waist, aunt scolded me well. Tie it over your breast, you are a girl, not a boy; she barked.

Thus, like she said, I wrapped the towel over my flat breast, then changed into the orange undies. Aunt was looking at the empty bra cups, so I quickly stuffed the forms into it.

My back was still paining, thus, I lied flat on my padded breast. I slid my hands over the pink bed sheets like never before. The feeling was exquisite, it was like, I always longed for it.

And this time, I slept well. I woke up early, and did my morning things as usual. Even though my back ached a lot, I was really glad to get back to my pink room.

I wished she never takes me back there, and made up my mind, to do everything as she says. Thus, I remembered to sit and pee, and then took a pretty good hair removal bath.

After drying myself, I stepped out of the bathroom, by tying the towel over my breast. I selected the green undies for the day, and wore the three neatly.

I then sat in front of the vanity mirror, with the knees together and did my face, along with the nails. The door was already unlocked, so I walked downstairs elegantly and gave her a curtsy.

Aunt was ready for office, and the breakfast was already on the table. She pointed at my usual chair, and I sat on it, with my knees together and straight back.

Aunt seemed fine, and I made sure to keep her like that. Just before getting out, she asked me to go and pee. I obeyed her instantly, and did as she told.

When I came back, she asked me to sit on the couch. I never thought she would tie me again, but the moment I sat on it, aunt tied my legs like before and clasped the choker around my neck.

Watch the TV if you want; she said, and handed me the remote. In the evening, when aunt came back, she unlocked my chains, and send me to my room.

When the dinner time came, she called me down, and we ate it together. I was either tied to the couch, or locked in the room, and this became my routine.

And living as a girl became natural to me. One day, in the morning, after breakfast, aunt gave me my favourite clothes. The ones I selected before, which she kept as separate.

I became happy, and quickly wore them over my red undies. We are going out; she said. And the moment I heard her, I became scared, and stood froze.

I was already in make-up, and my nails were shining in red. But it was more about the panty and bra I was wearing beneath.

How can a normal boy could do this? Lots of thoughts were flashing in my mind. I just looked like a girl with short hair, wearing boy clothes and more to that, even moved like one.

Is there a problem? Then get into the car; she replied. Aunt drove me straight, to the nearby saloon, where she introduced me as her niece.

I was so convincing and nobody asked me anything. I was terrible a few years back, stole from parents, drank, drugs, stole cars, cheated on every girlfriend and screwed over everyone I could.

But I never got caught got a good job straight from college got things together then we broke up.

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After three months of Hormone intake I went under transformation surgery. When I finally recovered from the transformation a new life was waiting for me.

My sister was always there in these months infact I was her responsibility. Ritesh also cared a lot about me, I felt lucky that I was going to have someone as good as him as my husband.

After I got discharged from hospital it was now preparations for the marriage. My sister took me to parlor where I got my ears and nose pierced.

I didn't even realised how fast time had flied it was already wedding day. My sisters with few other ladies helped me to get ready as bride.

It was a dream day for me I was going to be a bride after surpassing all those challenges. And I wanted to look the best for my wedding. Ladies did their best, I was very excited as well as nervous.

Soon I was escorted to the mandap where ritesh was waiting for me. We took feras, he applied sindoor on my head and mangalsutra and I was officially his.

I bent down to his feet as a bride I showed some respect to my husband. After the marriage was over it was now time to move into my new house.

My mom had mixed feelings, I hugged mom and sat in the car. I was lost in my thoughts and didn't even realized how fast we had arrived. After the few rituals my sister took me to our bedroom and covered my face with the veil.

I was nervously waiting for my husband on my first night fear excitement all inside me. Soon my husband entered the room, he came near and lifted my veil, I didn't have any courage to look at him directly so I closed my eyes.

Then he lifted my chin and kissed on my forehead it comforted me a bit. I knew all I had to do was to submit to him as bride.

Slowly he started removing my jeweleries, excitement was really growing inside me. Then he pulled me close to him and started caressing my back, hips and neck.

Now I was aroused a lot. I started responding to him soon I was in cloud nine. After hours of sex I was resting in his arms such a wonderful time I had with my loving husband.

Unknown December 23, at PM. Unknown February 4, at AM. MagicalWorld March 4, at AM. PaulaPlaytex June 29, at AM. Slitherio July 23, at AM. Thus, I lie down on my front, and struggled with the pain.

Aunt was following me right behind, and I heard the cane swung through the air. The strike landed on my back, which made me stood up in a jiffy. Even with my bra and cami on, the pain was unbearable.

Do you want more? No aunt, no, please; my body shivered, and kept looking down. Her hand landed on my cheek.

Answer me; she was on fire. Now, lie on your bed as you did before; she pushed me aside. My whole body was on fire, when another, big, fast, strike of cane, landed over my cami.

I jerked, cried and tried to get up, but aunt stopped me. Tears flowed down my eyes, and I crushed the bed sheet with my bare hands.

But instead of answering my plea, she gave me another hit, then another, then once again more. I sensed the skin tearing from my back, and for all the time, I hold on to my pink silky bed sheet.

Aunt, please; my sound faded. The pain was too much, and water was flowing from my eyes, nose and mouth. Slowly, I let go of the sheet and wiped my tears.

An hour later, when she came back. I was still lying on the bed, crying like a girl. She sat beside me, and slowly pulled up the cami.

She quickly went downstairs and came back with some medicine. I flinched, when she applied it, and tried not to cry. After finishing with it, aunt quickly pulled down my panty and inspected my bum.

I tried to cope with the pain, and struggled to find some sleep. But whenever I closed my eyes, the pain woke me up. After a while, the tiredness caught me, and I somehow managed to sleep.

In the morning, when aunt came to my room, I was still in my bed. She asked me to get up, and helped me with it. My back was still paining, but the bums seemed better.

Can you sit? Yes; I nodded my head. Try; she said, and patted on the bed. I tried, and it was indeed painful, but I sit anyway.

Seems good, w hat about the back? Is it still paining? Yes, a lot; I replied. I pulled down my panty and then sat on it. After the embarrassing sitting session, I brushed my teeth, and came out.

Aunt asked me to follow her, and I did reluctantly. If you wore a dress or skirt, you need to pull them up first; while walking downstairs, aunt explained.

And due to my aching back, I could only sit straight. After the breakfast, she asked me to get back to my room. And when I did, she followed me.

Two three days passed and my routine continued the same. Aunt checked me, when I pee and after breakfast, locked me in my room. The next morning, aunt woke me little early.

In her hands, there was a small box. It took me a while to collect all the matching colours, so here, take it; she handed it to me.

Slowly, I opened it. They were nail polish, twelve of them, and of course in different shades. You will paint your nails every day with the matching colour, I mean the one matches your bra.

Here is the remover, it will help you to clean them easily; she said, and handed me another bottle. Do your morning things and come down quickly.

After a proper good bath, I wore my pink undies and went down with the matching pink nail polish. Aunt painted two of my nails and asked me to do the remaining eighteen myself.

She then left me there, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I sat on the chair and slowly began painting each.

After a while, when came back, she asked me to getup, and then took the cane from the shelf top. The moment I saw it, I began shivering in fear, and sweat all over.

Aunt, I did nothing! I took my stand. But instead of telling me anything, she asked me to put the bottle down and turn around. Aunt, please; while turning I cried.

Suddenly, a quick, but strong hit landed over my back, and the pain flowed through me. Shortly after, another one, much more fast and quick, landed on the same place.

That was for the real reason, now come back again, this is for not standing still , which i s like disobey ing me, I will continue this, until you stay in place and keep that stupid mouth shut ; she stated, and pointed to the same floor.

Slowly, with tear filled face, I came back and turn around. I tried to keep myself still, but with a burning back, it was never easy.

I struggled hard, and with the help of both my hands, kept the mouth shut. I somehow stood there and bite my hands, to make sure the scream stay inside.

Because, when I tried to rest my back, I cringed due to pain and thus, sit straight. Sit straight, never on your back; aunt explained.

Slowly, I nodded my head and let out a deep sigh. Aunt asked me to tie my hands behind the chair. And when I did, one more hit landed over the same place.

Aunt please, these things are not easy for a boy; I screamed. Is that because of the things between your legs? Then better you learn this fast, or I will remove them for sure ; she shouted.

I became shocked by her words. Aunt was literally on fire, and once again the cane landed on my thighs. Together; she yelled.

By the time now, I knew that, she would go to any extend. My hands were still tied in the back, because aunt never gave the permission to take them back.

I tried to cross my reddish knees, but it was hopeless. The pain was too much and they shivered a lot.

Keeping them together was my only remaining option. Thus, after with much difficulty, I kept them together.

Aunt looked at my thighs for sometime, and appreciated my work. G ood girl, keep it up, now complete your fingers; she said, by pointing towards the nail polish.

I took the bottle with my shaking hands, and started to paint the nails. When the hands were over, aunt gave permission to move my knees.

And I painted the ones in the leg as well. When it was over, she asked me to stay like that for the rest of the time. Hands over the table, and knees together; she reminded.

It took some time, for aunt to get ready for the office, and all I could do was, sit, nothing else.

After got readied, she marched me to my room and locked me inside. No stupid ideas; she said. I burst into tears, and wiped them with my pink polished fingers.

All these days, I was forbid to each lunch. In the evening, when the time came, she unlocked my door, and took me downstairs for the dinner.

I carefully sat on the chair with my back straight, and remembered to keep the knees together. The dinner served, and we ate together.

When it was over, while I was walking upstairs, she stopped me, and handed me a cream pack. Trust me dear, you will look better without it; she reminded.

In the morning, I did as she instructed. My body burned for a while, and when rinsed, the little hairs went down along with the water. I cleaned my nails and selected black for the day.

When I came downstairs, she inspected my hands and legs, and found satisfied. The breakfast was given and I ate by sitting like a lady.

After a while, as always, she locked me in my room and went way. Your mom will call today, what will you tell her?

In the evening, while unlocking the door, aunt asked me. After the dinner, aunt asked me to stay. Mom used to call late, because of her work, and aunt does know about the time.

Thus, just before the call happens, she asked me to stand and took the cane. I wept silently, and nodded my head. And this for not obeying me in the first time ; she said, another big one landed on the same place.

How can I be happy, when my whole back is burning? While wiping my tears, I thought. Shortly after the ordeal, mom called.

Aunt told me stay calm and asked me to attend it. I tried hard to keep my voice normal, and talked her. She promised me to come back as early as possible, and once again told me to obey her.

Aunt took the phone from me, and gestured me to go up. After a while, aunt came to my room. I was sitting on the bed, and the moment I saw her, I quickly stood up.

She asked me to sit, and started; y ou know what, for the next four days, I will be training you. You will learn how to walk, talk, eat, and also a small make-up session, in which you will learn yourself to do your face.

And most importantly, you will learn how to greet others. Now sleep, I want you to get early. She locked the door and walked away.

I feared about the things aunt just said, the things will happen to me. The next four days were turned out hell for me.

The training started early from the morning, and continued late in the night, until she became pleased with the result.

Standing like a lady was the first in learning, and she made me stand with my legs together, for an hour. I was told not to move any circumstances, and punished for even slight disobedience.

And when satisfied, walking class began, and I was made to walk miles in the house. Taking things from the floor was another criteria, and she threw a hairbrush to the floor, then asked me to take it.

First time, when I bent down like normal boys do, a huge strike landed on my back. I lost my balance and fell on the floor and another one quickly stood me up.

When the session was finally over, I learned to take things from the floor by bending the knee. She then taught me to eat like a lady, where I was asked to take small bites, and minimal food.

Make-up session was simple, and I learned to apply the foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara and also how to blend the cheeks.

Most of my tries were utter bad, which made aunt laugh, but in turn gave me tears. Because, for each small mistakes, she beat me mercilessly. Finally, after lots tries with tear filled eyes, I got it right, which made her turn somewhat happy.

She complemented my work, and taught me to do the final touch, by using lipstick and lip glows. When I thought it was over, I was so wrong, because, aunt kept the most humiliated thing for the last.

A curtsy? You are not a normal girl, now do as I say, any questions? No aunt, please; I moaned. Lower your head, hold your skirt, extend your right foot behind the left, bend your knees, and finally bring yourself back; she showed me.

The steps were simple, but the embarrassment was too much. You will, but for the time being, just imagine you have i t. At last, with much difficulty, I learned how to do the curtsy.

It was almost bedtime and aunt relieved me from the torture. You will greet me twice a day, morning and night, and any disobedience will be punished, you get me?

She reminded. Yes aunt; I replied, and walked upstairs. Couple of days passed and I did exactly as I told. It was a regular day and I woke up early than usual.

I went directly to the bathroom, and remembered to sit and pee. After taking care of my teeth, it was time for bath. I made sure to apply the hair removal cream all over, and had a good bath.

I stepped out of the bathroom, covered myself in the pink towel, and then wore my green undies with matching nail polish.

By this time, I had every make-up items in the drawer. Thus, I sat like a lady in front of my pink framed vanity mirror, to have a minimal daily make-up.

When it was finished with my lips painted, I went down, walking elegantly, like aunt taught me, then greeted her by showing a curtsy. And last, when given, I ate my breakfast, just like the way aunt wanted it.

Nowadays, when she was off from her work, I was allowed to walk freely in the house in the day. And during these times, several works like cleaning, washing, mopping the floor etc, were imposed on me.

Similarly, on this dreadful day, she asked me to clean the house. Aunt was busy outside, her room was wide open and I got my one-time opportunity to make a phone call.

I tried twice, and got no response. I was getting nervous, and each seconds felt like months. Mom did answer it, but aunt was right behind me.

I did the most forbid thing and my cami drenched in sweat. In your room, now; aunt shouted. The training was already taking toll on me, and in between the taunts and punishments, I was really a good student.

Moreover, I was indeed afraid of her, and the consequences of misbehaving. Thus, when I ran upstairs, I literally ran just like a girl, by swinging my hands and bums side by side.

Go there; aunt said by pointing at the window. The trouble was right in front of me, but I was helpless. Thus, I walked towards it and she followed me.

When we were near the window, she gave me quick push, to make me further close to it. Raise your hands; she spoke. I slowly raised them and looked through the window.

No begging? That silence will get you more; while handcuffing me to the window, she said. Then the flogging began. One by one, strikes landed on me, and my back began burning in pain.

Four, five six, seven; aunt counted. Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve; strikes continued to land on my back. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, you should have said it before; aunt continued the beating.

By the time the counting has reached seventeen, my balance was lost, legs slipped and the whole body hanged just on the hands.

I heard her counting until twenty-three and then I blacked out. When I came to my senses, I was tied lower. My hands were still handcuffed, but the bums were barely sitting on the floor, with both the legs to one side.

The cane was lying right beside me, but aunt was nowhere to be found. My whole body was burning and throat was dry. Meanwhile, with my struggling senses, I heard a car.

The sound came from the front, and passed to the back. Shortly after, I heard some bangs from the backyard.

The sound felt like, hammering and drilling. And when it stopped, the car went back. Everything seemed silent for a short time and the silence was broken by footsteps.

It was aunt, and she unlocked the door. In one of her hands, there was a carry bag and some chains in the other.

You awake? While unlocking me, she asked. Change into this; she spoke, and handed me the bag. I looked inside, they were nothing other than a set of off white bras, panties and camisoles.

Yeah, I know that look, they are cheaper, and the bras are padded. Aunt said. I was still on the floor, feeling tired, and unable to move the muscles properly.

Seeing that, aunt came forward, and helped me with it. She removed my cami first, and then undressed me of my bra with the forms. Within no time, I was made to wear the new ones.

When the constraints of bra left me, pain flowed like water, and it lasted until the new bra got in place. No need the forms, because they are padded; she stated.

I turned around and changed the panty myself. The clothes part was over, and I was still on the floor, when aunt quickly got hold of my hands.

She pulled both of them to the back, and locked with the handcuff. My legs were the next, and she tied them with another cuff which has a longer chain in between.

With these on, I could walk easily, but will never able to run; I thought. Next, she took a choker, made of black leather with a metallic lock and clasped around my neck.

Aunt then took a long chain and locked it to the choker. I was barely responding to all these, and still on the floor.

Stand up; she said. I tried, but failed due to my tiredness. Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Aunt swished the cane and a huge strike landed on my legs.

But instead of helping, it made things worse. I screamed in pain and struggled to get up. At last, she herself helped me to stand up and asked me to walk, by pointing towards the door.

Slowly, I tried, but tripped instantly. Aunt get hold of me and helped me to get downstairs. Water, water, please ; I pointed towards the table.

There is no water for you; she said, and pushed me towards the back door. With all the strength got, I walked towards the door.

It was wide open, and aunt helped me to get down the steps. We were on the walkway towards the backyard, and aunt pushed me further. Where is she taking me into?

I thought myself, and stood still. Within no time, the cane landed over me. I jerked and cried. Walk, walk toward s the ruin s ; she shouted. With the tear filled eyes, I slowly walked through the stone paved road.

Lots of trees stood there, and the greenery spread, until it meets the thick vast forest behind it. Not only that, but also there were some ruins in it, which was the actual original house, more like a mansion or bungalow.

Mom told me that, it was burned decades ago. Most of the roofs were gone and the walls barely stood itself. The plants growing all over, definitely gave it a creepy look.

When I was small, I used to think it as a ghost house. When the township was made, the new house built closer to the front road, and the old one forgot in the woods.

I knew the way towards it, but still aunt guided me with the chain in her hands. With my tired legs, it took some time for me to reach there.

And when I did, aunt marched me to centre hall. She then showed me a hook in the corner, which was bolted to the floor and asked me to walk towards it.

Even though all my strength were drained, still I tried, but slipped and fell to the floor. With my tearful eyes, I tried hard and looked for help.

But instead of offering a hand, she mercilessly dragged me towards the hook, by pulling the chain attached to my neck.

Aunt, water, please; I murmured. Shut up, you bitch; aunt barked at me. She locked the chain to the pretty new hook and beat me again.

You are not worthy to sleep under a roof, stay here; she said and placed the cane nearby, then walked towards the house. Slowly, my senses fade away, and I fell into deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was almost evening. I crouched towards the wall and sat besides it, by resting my back on it.

It pained a lot, but I had no other way. It was aunt, she came in, and placed a bowl right in front me. Drink; she said and poured some water into it.

My hands were still tied in the back, thus, I lied down and drank it. Do you want to pee? She asked, and I nodded my head. She helped me to stood up and asked me to turn.

And when I did, aunt quickly pulled down my panty. Do as you wish ; She said. I knew, that the chains were going to stay, thus walked with the panty resting over my leg chains.

There were some bushes growing by, which were in reach with my neck chain intact. I sat behind it and peed. Aunt then helped me to stood up again, and pulled up my panties.

When I turned back, she was walking away. I said. I know, but you are not coming home today; she said, and walked away. Slowly, the light faded and night arrived.

Darkness engulfed everything, and the crickets started their sound thing. I looked around and found a small alcove nearby, with a raised platform.

Even with the tied hands, somehow I managed to get into it. Even though it was high ground, anyone or anything could have easily reached me.

And I was totally defenceless due to the tied hands. When time passed, I heard a fox howling away. Or is it a wolf?

I thought. One by one, all the ghost stories I heard before, came to my mind. Something was walking around the ruins, I heard it clearly.

And even saw something in the bushes with glowing eyes. I closed my eyes as tight as I could, and cried silently. Slowly, tiredness caught me, and I drifted into the sleep.

I woke up, when the birds chirped. I waited long for aunt to come, not to eat, but to pee. Hours passed, and at last, aunt came. To my surprise, she unlocked my hands and placed some food in front of me.

I quickly went behind the bushes and peed first. Aunt asked me to eat, and thus, I placed myself in front of it. Everything felt delicious and my stomach demanded more.

While I was eating, aunt went back home, and came back with a big carry bag. She then emptied it, by dumped the contents over the floor.

They were my clothes, my own boy clothes. Aunt poured something over it and then lighted it. How dare you to stop me? Aunt barked and took the cane.

Come here; she pointed towards the floor in front of her. And I walked towards her, with my shivering legs.

Cover your mouth, no screaming; saying that, she swished the cane. Then began the beating, and it continued until the fire goes down.

When the last flame went out, all my clothes were burned. At last, I lost my balance and fall to the ground. Aunt quickly tied my hands just like before and went away.

I cried, and crawled towards the corner. Other than slaps on the face and strikes on my thighs, which was to keep my knees together, aunt never beat on my front side.

She always did it on my back and bums, it did help me to sit straight though. N o one else could see the bruises, unless I removed my cami to purposefully show them, or she ha s some other reasons; I thought.

In the evening, when darkness already spread out, aunt came with some food and water. She unlocked my hands and waited, until I finished them.

When she tried to go back, I pleaded her by falling to her feet. I pleaded more, but she walked away.

With the little strength got, I tried to crawl back to my alcove, the only little safest place I got. My body pained a lot, but mentally ached more.

It was aunt, and she looked straight at me. As I was still on the floor, she also helped me to get up. I looked at the cane, which was lying nearby.

When reached there, before getting inside, she unlocked my hands and asked me to wash the legs. The biggest disappointment of her life and she hated me from the bottom of her heart.

Not many days later my dad left us, I was too young to miss him and she blames me for it. Growing up I never had her affection or care towards me, she just took care of my daily needs just because she had no other choice.

My mother wants to be a politician so she works in a small political party and she works with some NGOs too. She hates men for some reason and is always willing to help any woman in need.

Some women who visit our home tell me how lucky I am to be her son and how she helped them. I felt proud but never could understand why she was so cold towards me.

She started growing politically and she now has few followers too and soon she got busy to take care of me and she asked my granny to visit us and take care of me.

My granny loved me very much and the only love and care I ever got is from her. Once I asked her why she hated men and why she hated dad and what my granny said explained everything about her hate towards men.

Even though my grandfather was good man she only remembered the few moments he was mean to granny and my dad was never good to my mom, he treated her as a lesser human and felt men are superior to women.

And this made her hate men even more. Her reason to hate men is valid but not all men are like that. And I decided to never be like them. I always found ways to impress her and nothing seem to work.

Now things are changing but still women are not treated equally. But now a days girls are using their brain and they manage to look beautiful and be independent at the same time.

Thanks to my granny I started respecting women more and I never speak to men and if I have to then it will probably be short and to the point with no unnecessary discussion.

Our college is a coeducation but it had hostels for men and women. She was crying, She looked scared and I felt bad for her and when the teacher walked in I complained against them and teacher understood I was right when they saw the girl crying.

Teacher punished them and soon they took their recent on me in the hostel. I fight against men like you in the society and now they will point me out because I have a son and he just like the other men.

This is the day I decided to not be the man the society wants me to be and be the man my mom wants me to be.

I want to be beautiful and fragile but be strong mentally and be independent just like a girl. I started doing my research on how to be beautiful.

I focused on grooming and studies. Weekly facials, spa, waxing and threading and I looked online for girly haircuts for my hair length until it gets longer.

I browsed online for girls t-shirts and jeans to wear during the day and pajamas for nights. Soon everything started paying off my hair got longer and reached below my shoulder, my eyebrows are shaped and my body hair is now waxed and my clothes are not completely feminine but to an extent they are.

I finished my intermediate and joined the same college and same course which my mom use to study. The college is now very old and only students were present in the class.

My class has 20 students but most of them only attended during exams except for few 12 members or so. One day went early to college and I am walking through the hallway and my reflection in the bulletin board caught me.

I stopped and looked at myself admiring my beauty in my mind. I gathered all my hair into a ponytail and held the ponytail in one hand checked at my reflection again in the mirror.

My heart was pounding as I turned around and she is standing in front of me a tall girl with beautiful black loose hair dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with beautiful high heels.

I just stood there looking into her eyes and she was looking back Into mine and smiled. It was shocking to me but I felt pretty and blushed.

It felt as a dream come true and the moment I snapped out of my dream state she was gone. It was as if it was really a dream but I could still feel her lips on mine so I know this true.

I felt special and I bought a red lipstick immediately on my way back from college. I even bought a couple of nail polish along with lipsticks.

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