Training Of A Husband – Part III

Hello friends! I am extremely sorry for keeping you waiting for such a long time. Actually I was undergoing some very vigorous training under Sunita mam (my wife) and therefore I couldn’t get any time for completing my story. First I will briefly summarize my story for the new readers. In the previous two versions, I told you that how my wife was very dominant from the very beginning of our married life. She was not only superior to me mentally & financially but also was physically much stronger. One day I lost my job whereas she was promoted, after which she made me do all sort of house hold work.

Then came my worst nightmare. In a party thrown by her, I failed to obey her commands for which I was punished in such a manner that I will remember for my life. Never after that I dared to disobey her. I was made to wear female dresses as and when desired by her. Then after sometime, she sent me to a training centre run by Monika mam in order to transform me into a housewife. There, I was only allowed to wear female dresses.

Monika mam was a very strict lady who taught me how to dress, walk, talk & behave like a girl. Deepti mam was my beautician who taught me to do all sort of make ups and gave me some special products to help me transform into a complete feminine attire. I was also taught cooking, dancing, stitching etc. I underwent voice change surgey, my ears and nose were pierced.

After following a very hectic schedule and receiving frequent punishments for about three months, my training was complete. My bossom had developed and I was transformed into a girl. I request my new friends to read the previous two versions of my story. You will definitely find it interesting. Now Sunita mam had planned to remarry me and I was going to become a bride after 15 days.

Wedding Preparations

I was glad to know that my training was complete and I will be able to go home but Sunita mam ordered me to stay there till our wedding. The first step of preparation was shopping. First of all Monika mam took me (I was dressed in a purple salwar suit) along with her for buying clothes. We went to a large silk saree showroom and she instructed the sales girl to show some beautiful pieces for my wedding. I was dying with shame and humiliation. She bought a couple of heavy embroidery work silk sarees, seven chiffon and few georgette sarees along with blouse pieces and matching cloth for petticoats. She also bought four very beautiful red and purple anarkali and frock suits. Then she purchased four bridal lehenga choli sets- all of them were different shades of maroon, two having very heavy embroidery work.

Then she took me to a different shop. After entering, I realised that it was a lingerie shop and my face became red due to utter embarrasment and shame. She chose too many sets of bridal nighties, baby doll sets, lingerie and to add to my humiliation, before picking up every piece, she asked me whether I liked it and commented that it would look very nice on me. Fortunately for me, none of the sales girls could identify me correctly. One of them even praised my beauty. Thanks to the excellent transformation programme. Monika mam told me that every item was according to Sunita mam’s liking and she had paid her already in advance.

The next day, Sunita mam accompanied Monika mam for jewellery shopping and as usual they took me along. This time, I was dressed in pink saree with golden border. The two ladies bought me a gold set comprising of a necklace, ear ring and finger ring. Besides they also bought, a chain, ‘maang teeka”, nath, gold bangles and ‘mangal sutra’. Some silver items were also bought like payals and bichiya. The next day, a ladies’ tailor came to take my measurements for blouse and petticoats. I was again embarrassed.

Every three to four days, I was taken to Deepti mam’s beauty parlour. She was very sincere in her job and she left no stone unturned. She ensured that even a trace of manliness was removed from my body. My entire day was spent in practicing the things learnt and beautification. Meanwhile I had started thinking of myself as a girl who was going to be a bride.

The wedding ceremony

Finally, the day came. I was awaken early in the morning and was ordered to keep fast that day. Some of Sunita mam’s friends (all of them were girls of course) had also gathered at Monika mam’s place. I prepared tea and breakfast for them.

After taking bath, I was instructed to wear a yellow saree. Then they took me to a temple where I worshipped Goddess Durga, Parwati & Lakshmi as per their instructions and asked them to give me their blessings so that I could become an obedient and dutiful housewife. After coming back from the temple, I changed my saree and was taken for the ritual ‘haldi’ where haldi powder was applied over my face, legs and arms. Then I was again taken to Deepti mam’s beauty parlor at around 1 PM.

Thereafter, a long and tiring beautification schedule was followed. Waxing was done on my arms, chest and legs although there was no hair left on body since the training had completed. That was followed by ‘ubtan’ and thorough whole body massage. Then Deepti mam took care of my hair (which had grown upto the level of my nipples by now) and applied shikakai, amla and hina on them. After hair wash, the ubtan was removed. Then came the turn of facial. She applied a thorough scrub facial on my face and neck. After all this, a mehndi artist came and applied mehndi over my hands which was extending upto my elbows. In the beautiful design, my mistress’ name (SUNITA) was hidden.

At around 6 PM, the mehndi was washed and the design along with my mistress’ name was glowing in bright red on my hands. Deepti mam laughingly commented , “ the brighter the colour of mehndi on your hands, more the love you will get from your mistress”. I was overwhelmed with shame to hear this.

After all that, Deepti mam dressed me in a maroon coloured ‘lehenga’ with golden and purple embroidery work and a red velvet shining ‘choli’ over the lingerie that Monika mam had bought. She covered my head with a beautiful chunni. Then she made me wear the jewellery- the gold necklace, the long chain, ‘maang teeka’, heavy gold ear rings, ‘nath’ (nose ring), gold bangles along with glass bangles- four dozen in each hand, payal and bichiya.

All that stuff was so heavy that I could walk with difficulty wearing that dress and ornaments.Then Deepti mam took me in front of a mirror and asked me to have a look and comment. What I saw in the mirror was an extremely beautiful and hot looking bride. I couldn’t recognise myself. No one in world could say that this figure belonged to a man. I was turned into a lady, absolutely! Once more, I was filled with feelings of shame, humiliation and fear of what was next to come.

Now Monika mam came to pick me up from the beauty parlour along with few friends of Sunita mam. On seeing me, she screamed with excitement, “Oh! My goodness, I can’t believe. She is looking like a beauty queen.” All of them started laughing. On being referred to in this manner, I was again overwhelmed with disgrace and mortification. I was taken to the venue of the wedding, a grand banquet hall. At around 7 PM, we reached there and I was sent to a room attached to the hall. Then I was asked to sit on a mattress on the floor and wait for my mistress (Sunita mam). As I was on a fast, I was only allowed to drink water.

After waiting for about an hour, I heard sound of some musical instruments. Suddenly, one of her friends came in and shouted, “You are still sitting. Stand up immediately as your mistress has come and be ready”. I went infront of the dressing table, adorned myself, covered my head properly with the red coloured designer chunni and stood there waiting for further orders. I could see from the window that plenty of ladies were entering from the main gate.

Ahead of the rest was Sunita mam. She was dressed in dark brown designer coat which was very well suited over a cream top and a pink coloured skirt with maroon stripes and golden border lying about two feets from the ground level. She was also wearing black leggings underneath the skirt. A pair of shining black leather shoes added to her charm. She was looking gorgeous and as authoritative as ever. I was completely floored. For a moment, I forgot that my identity and the meaning of my existence has been changed completely.

Then I was taken to the stage accompanied by some young girls and was ordered to keep standing at the corner till Sunita mam came. The entire banquet hall was full of girls. There were no males except servants and waiters serving snacks & drinks to the honoured lady guests. After few minutes, Sunita mam came on the stage accompanied by Monika mam, Deepti mam and her friends. Then both of us were handed over large beautifully crafted flower garlands.

First, Monika mam ordered, “Put the garland around your mistress’ neck and mind you, you shall not even attempt to look up. Your eyes should always face downwards.” I immediately obeyed but while trying to do as told, Sunita mam’s friends lifted her up and I failed. The same thing was repeated several times and my each failed attempt was followed by a burst of laughter. I was dying with shame. Finally, after a number of attempts, I was able to do that. Then my mistress, Sunita mam put the garland around my neck.

Everyone started clapping and praising my fate. Now it was Deepti mam’s turn. She commanded, “This means your mistress has accepted your request for your submission to her and to keep you under her authority. Now quickly touch her feet and seek her blessings.” I was humiliated to the greatest extent on hearing this. But I had no other option. I knew what could happen if I even delayed a bit.

As I began to bend to touch Sunita mam’s feet, Deepti mam again said in a stern voice, “Don’t you know the proper way of touching feet. First sit down on the ground in front of your mistress’ legs. Then grasp the edges of your chunni using thumb & index finger of your both hands, keeping your head covered. Then touch her feet with your both hands and then touch your forehead. Repeat this act for five times and don’t rise until your mistress asks you to do so.” I at once did as ordered with feelings of embarrassment and disgrace. Sunita mam held me by my arms and lifted me up saying, “Saubhagyawati Bhav” (Your husband may remain alive for ever!). All of them again bursted into laughter. My face turned red with shame.

Then all of us were taken for dinner. Sunita mam broke my fast by feeding me sweet dish by her own hands. After the dinner, I was again taken to the rest room, made to change into red silk saree with all the ornaments worn and thereafter was taken to the ‘Mandap’ for the marriage related rituals. After sometime, Sunita mam (dressed in cream coloured silk salwar kurta with maroon stole) came with a lady pandit named Vishakha mam. She ordered me to touch Vishakaha mam’s feet.

I quickly obeyed in same manner as taught by Deepti mam. Deepti mam, Monika mam, my dance teacher and about fifteen – twenty of her friends were already seated on comfort chairs to enjoy the wedding rituals. Vishakha mam explained to me that the rituals were modified a little from the tradition and since I had been transformed from a man into a girl and it was a type of upgradation ( as girls are always supposed to be superior to boys in every possible manner), I should pay my tribute to my mistress by showing respect to her. She ordered me to start the ritual by washing the feet of my mistress. I did as instructed. I washed her feet with rose water and wiped them with a soft cloth. After that, came the ritual of filling the sindoor. Sunita mam filled red sindoor in my maang (hairline in the middle of my forehead).

After that I was again instructed to touch Sunita mam’s feet by Vishakha mam. I did that in the proper way. Then I pledged to follow the rules of married life as per Vishakha mam’s instructions. Those were: 1) I will never disobey my mistress whatso ever command she gives me. 2) It will be my utmost priority to serve my mistress by all means. 3) I will never ever reply back to my mistress. 4) It will be my duty to please my mistress as and in the manner she desires. 5) I will gladly accept whatever punishment my mistress gives me if she is not pleased by any act of mine. 6) I will entirely free my mistress from the house hold responsibilities so that she can manage her career in an excellent way. 7) I will accept and respect my mistress’ supremacy over me and her authority to take decisions related to my life. In return, Sunita mam promised to take care of me and to train and guide me so that I could become an ideal housewife. She also pledged to punish me whenever I deviated from my path.

Then we did the ‘saat phere’ (revolving around fire seven times) around the ‘agni kund’. Sunita mam was leading me and the palloo of my saree was tied with Sunita mam’s stole. Meanwhile Vishakha mam kept chanting sacred mantras.

After completion of phere, I once again touched my mistress’ feet as per Vishakha mam’s orders. Thereafter, Sunita mam tied the ’mangalsutra’ around my neck. I touched her feet for the fifth time in proper and described way. All the above described proceedings and rituals were photographed and videographed. Vishakha mam said smilingly, “Now, Deepali, you are Sunita’s wife in true sense and Sunita, Deepali belongs to you entirely. You can do with her whatever you like.” I touched the feet of Vishakha mam, Monika mam, Deepti mam, my teachers and was taken to Sunita mam’s home.

Post marriage rituals

When we reached Sunita mam’s place (which was now my place- my ‘sasural’ also) at around 4 AM. Sunita mam and most of her friends went to sleep. As I was completely tired by this time, I thought that I may also get some rest now. But one of my mistress’ friends told me that there was an important ritual left named “Kohbar” which will be conducted in the morning. Then only I will be allowed to sleep. She took me to a room and ordered me to sit on a chair and wait till morning when everyone rises. I kept on sitting on that chair. A vendor kept serving me tea at frequent intervals in order to keep me awake as I was not supposed to sleep.

The Kohbar-

At around 7 AM, when I was about to fall of drowsiness, a lady came and shook me. She was Sunita mam’s maid servant. She instructed me to freshen up, take bath and get dressed quickly as the ritual of Kohbar was about to begin shortly. That room was attached with a washroom. I went there and did as told by the maid. On coming out after taking bath, I found that the room was locked from outside and some new clothes were lying on a table with a note on a piece of paper. It read, “Deepali!, quickly dress yourself and be ready as we are already getting late. After you are dressed up, keep standing besides the chair and wait for further orders.” I was again embarrassed.

The instructor had not even bothered to write her name as if it didn’t mean anything to me. In any case, I had to follow the order, no matter who gave it. The dress was a beautiful frock suit, pink coloured with alternate golden and red stripes, a brown chuiridar and a matching pink chunni. I quickly dressed up with all the above mentioned material and wore all the ornaments which I was wearing on the previous night. I didn’t have to wait for long. Soon, two of Sunita mam’s friends- Priyanka mam & Pooja mam (whom I already knew) came and took me to the drawing room. The appearance of the drawing room had changed.

There were six comfort chairs and sofa set along side the wall. The centre was vacated. Most of the chairs were occupied by ladies. I could notice only this much as my eyes were facing the floor. Just as I entered the drawing room, I heard a loud noise, “Welcome to Kohbar Jeeja ji” followed by a burst of laughter. Some of those voices seemed to be familiar. I was again overwhelmed with shame. Then somebody said, “ Oh jeeja ji, look upwards for a moment. Don’t you want to recognise your sisters in law.” Some other said,” Don’t call him jeeja ji. The jeeja ji has become bhabhi ji now”. This was again followed by a huge laughter. My face was turning more and more red.

Now a commanding voice came, “Deepali!, turn up your face and look at our faces. We have met earlier.” I did as told. On seeing them, I found that most of them were already familiar to me. They were same that came to the parties thrown by my mistress. This added to my disgrace and embarrassment. I wished if could vanish myself in the mother earth. Then, Pooja mam said with anger, “ We had been told that you were being taught manners in the training centre. But I am unable to see any. Have u wished any one of us? Don’t you think you should wish your superiors?” I soon realized my mistake and as I was starting to wish them, Preeti mam said angrily, “ You must be punished for showing such disrespect to us. Immediately turn into a cock”.

With immense humiliation, I obeyed. After keeping me that way for some time, I heard a voice ordering me to stand up. I immediately stood up. Suddenly Preeti mam rose from her chair, grasped my ear tightly in her hand and said in an angry voice, “ You need to learn a lot of things. Who had given you the punishment. How dare you rise without my permision. Now hold your ears with your hands and do fifty ups and downs?” now I started to feel the fear. I immediately obeyed. After doing fifty sit ups, my face had turned red and I was shivering but I didn’t forget to keep holding my ears this time until I was asked to do so by Preeti mam.

Then Priyanka mam told me that the ritual of kohbar was meant for enjoyment of girls’ (in my case Sunita mam) friends and sisters. Moreover, it was also intended to teach me some practical tips and rules of married life. Then they took me to a part of the room where some objects were kept covered with saffron cloth. Pooja mam instructed me to show respect to all of them as they were my ‘isht devis’ (favourite Godesses). I touched them with my both hands and then touched my forehead. This act of mine was again followed by a laughter. Unable to restrict her laughter, Pooja mam told me to remove the cloth from the objects.

On removing it, I found out that they all were Sunita mam’s foot ware. I was again humiliated and mortified. One of them, Shefali mam ordered me to dance. Again there was no choice. Though I was so much tired that it was difficult for me to even stand, I didn’t dare to refuse. I danced on her favourite song.There was a short break for 30 minutes for breakfast and after that the kohbar again started. All these things kept on going for 3-4 hours. They made me dance, sing and act according to their desires and punished me whenever they were displeased by turning me into a cock or a chair or holding my ears and doing sit ups. Few rules of married life that were taught me in the kohbar were as follows:

1) I was never supposed to look into Sunita mam’s eyes. My eyes should always face towards her feet whenever we were in front of one another.

2) Mostly I had to listen and obey. When there was a need for me to speak, that must be in a low and most humble tone.

3) I was not supposed to sit when Sunita mam was around unless she herself ordered me to do so.

4) There were some ‘suhag chinhas’ (essential marks for a married woman) that I must embrace throughout the day i.e for 24 hours. Those were- sindoor in my maang, bindi on my forehead, the mangalsutra around my neck, the glass bangles in my hands and payals in my feet

5) I didn’t have the right to take out my mangalsutra even for shortest duration nor I had the right to wear it by myself. Whenever needed, it had to be taken out as well as put around my neck by Sunita mam only and none another in the world.

6) I was not supposed to take her name verbally

7) I was supposed to touch the feet of Sunita mam’s relatives who were elder to her. I was not supposed to do so with the relatives younger to her and her friends.

Priyanka mam whispered in my ears, “This is a very important tip for you. Your mistress is pleased when you touch her feet. It will help you in near future and further.”

Finally, just before lunch time, Sunita mam entered the kohbar. I was performing a dance at that time. I suddenly felt ashamed and stopped and stood there numb not knowing what to do next. But this didn’t seem to please all those women present there. Preeti mam again uttered with anger, “Where are your manners? Who told you to stop and who will touch your mistress’ feet?. You stupid fellow! Go and touch her feet and then serve your sentence.” I immediately ran and fell in Sunita mam’s feet , touched them in the proper way and begged her forgiveness. But my sisters in law were not in a mood to spare me. Pooja mam ordered me to turn into chair for my mistress. I quickly obeyed.

Then she put a cushion over my thighs and asked me to request my mistress to sit. I requested Sunita mam in the most humble tone, “Mam, please oblige me and forgive my short comings by accepting me as your chair.” Everyone started to laugh including Sunita mam. Then she sat on me and kept sitting there for about 15 minutes. Those were the longest 15 minutes of my life as I was not supposed to move an inch. In the end, a game was to be played. They tied a piece of thick cloth over my forehead covering my eyes and took me to another room and made me sit under a large table. Then I was allowed to open my eyes.

I heard a commanding voice, which probably belonged to Priyanka mam, “You can see eight pair of legs around you. You have to identify your mistress’ feet amongst them. Go through all of these quickly. You have got ten minutes. You will get maximum three chances but after each attempt, the position of legs will be changed. If you fail, your kohbar will be extended for four hours further.” I was really worried to hear this. I quickly went through all the legs on my knees but all the feet were looking similar. Then suddenly I remembered the tip given by Priyanka mam. I recalled the moments during my wedding when I had to touch my mistress’ feet. I was able to recall that her second toe was slightly longer than her great toe. This is said to be a sign of aggression and all of you are aware about the nature of Sunita mam by now.

I quickly searched for this feature in the feet that surrounded me and fortunately for me, there was only one feet having second toe longer than great toe. With great sign of relief, I immediately grasped them with both my hands. Just then the buzzer sounded. I was allowed to come out from under the table and stand. Sunita mam said in a very happy voice, “I am glad to announce that you have identified the correct feet. That shows your dedication towards me, your mistress. You have made me proud.” For the first time in four or five months, I felt happiness. Never before, my mistress had praised me in public. How could have I left that opportunity! I immediately knelt down and touched her feet in the same proper way that Deepti mam had taught me on the previous night. That ended my ‘kohbar’.

Very soon, I will tell you in detail about my ‘suhagraat’ and honey-moon in the next part.