’ I said. He helped me to insert the rose in my hair. ‘Color yellow is for friendship.’ He said, ‘We are friends, right?’‘Yes Babuji, we a...e friends!’ I shook hands with him.‘Bahu, is that okay if I call you “Sushmita”?’‘Of course okay, Babuji, it will be better if you call me just “Sush.”‘Sush! That’s fine! Sush, you look very pretty!’‘Thanks, Babuji!’We laughed. His remark set me thinking. My hubby had failed to notice what my FIL had. He has failed to notice my new saree, my new hair style,. ." I a mixture of shock and disbelief I looked at us in themirror and there was no denying we were changing. looking at her indistress I asked " so you are becoming a man so what is happening tome?" she stroked my cheek loving said "my wife." I fell back and said"your wife you mean I will be a woman?." She held me close and said"yes my love and as I said I am sorry I had no thought when I marriedyou this would ever happen but I am not sorry that I married you I loveyou not your sex or your. For some reason, I was getting turned on. I’m not sure why.Then he moved to my shoulders and he rubbed my chest till the base of my dick. His fingers slid so smoothly under my underwear’s elastic. I was trying very hard to control my mood. Finally, he went back to my legs and pulled off my underwear slowly to my ankles.There was a pause. I kept my eyes closed.I felt something warm pouring onto my dick and I realized he was pouring the oil on my dick. I was half hard. He started massaging my. I awoke to the sound of birds singing, and the sun shining thru my curtains. I stretched, yawned, and looked at the clock. It read ten am. I got up, looked out my bedroom window, and noticed there was about two inches of snow on the ground. Its glistening, whiteness, covered the ground like a velvet blanket. I got dressed, ate some breakfast, and like many other days, I went out to the mailbox to check my mail. I wondered what I would be there today; bills, bills, and more bills or something.