Trip India (Patreon)

Holidays in India did not seem strange ideas, because Jennifer and I had long wanted to fast this country. More precisely, it was Jennifer, my girlfriend, who wanted to go there, but I did not have much desire. I did not understand what could be interesting there. This is a poor dirty country with crime. I postponed this trip as long as possible, but in the end Jennifer persuaded me and we flew to Bombay.

The first impression of the city justified my expectations. There were some Indians who were wearing their weird cheap clothes. They were all talking loudly and it was very uncomfortable for me to be here. Especially annoying were the ringless car horns on the road and the chaotic movement. And only Jennifer was delighted, she told me more and more plans about how we will visit all the sights and it turns out she even met a local family here.

The Jahmapur family was not rich, but it was not poor by the standards of India. But it still seemed to me that I ended up in some cheap motel on the outskirts of the city, although they thought it was good housing.

They welcomed us warmly, my girlfriend studied Hindi a little and was so pleased that she could apply her knowledge here. And I ... well, I tried to support her and look pleased, but I did not succeed and many here began to look at me strangely, although they still smiled

The first day finally passed and Jennifer and I wanted to go to sleep, but we were placed in different rooms! Jennifer just smiled, and I was beside myself with rage. I wanted to send them, but they said that it was so customary in their family and that before the wedding the guy did not sleep with the girl in the same room!

I just wanted to turn around and fly away, but Jennifer laughed and I calmed down a bit.

The night passed and the next day we went to the local beach.

Today it was the same as yesterday, but the Jahmapur family looked at me more and more strangely. I did not understand what they were talking about and was only more angry.

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"Hey, Mike, come on, I’ll take a picture of you with mom Nafisa! She’s a nice woman, come on, please!"

I reluctantly walked over and hugged this woman by the shoulders, she whispered something in my ear, but I didn’t understand anything, I just continued to smile. Jennifer pressed the button on the camera and ran to us.

"You are so cute! Here is a photograph."

She gave me a picture that had not yet appeared, but I didn’t understand a word what she said. I thought she decided to speak Hindi again

Nafisa, disgruntled, moved away from me and I was left alone on the beach, holding in my hands a photograph from the Polaroid, which was soon to appear. I wanted only one now, so that everything would end faster and we flew back home to our country. I mechanically waved a photograph to make it appear faster. When I decided to check what happened in the photo, I was surprised that my hand became much darker than usual and ... smaller. I closed my eyes and opened again, thinking that maybe it was tan and just overheated in the sun, but when I opened my eyes I was convinced of this. My hand was completely dark, not just a palm. The palm became less than one and a half times and nails ... they were very neatly trimmed.

At this moment I noticed my clothes, she changed a little. I was all wearing the same Mickey Mouse T-shirt and denim breeches, but something was wrong. My sleeves became different, with dark elastic bands and open skin along the arm. I remembered that this was not.

Suddenly, a lock of long hair covered part of the review. I never wore long hair and did not immediately realize that it was my hair. I thought something fell on my head from the wind. In the end, there were seagulls and a lot of garbage, maybe something flew away. But I was wrong. I wanted to tear them, but only hurt myself.

I did not have time to think about it when I suddenly felt that something was pressing on my shoulders. These were the straps of my bra, which tightly held my new small chest, which I immediately noticed, although it was small, but from my point of view I saw two knolls that were definitely under my shirt and which should not have been.

The first thought, which was absurd, was true. I got a female body. My heart beat faster and I looked at the photo. In the photo was Nafisa and some other Indian girl in my clothes. What a silly joke ?!

"Jennifer! Jennifer! What is that ?! What ... ahem, my voice! My body!"

My voice is different. He got a little taller. I grabbed my chest and now I was sure that it was all true. Nafisa's mother looked at me and silently continued walking with Jennifer and her family.

I caught up with them, feeling how my new breasts dangled while moving, how my new hair interferes with my review and tried not to think about it

"Jennifer! What's wrong with me ?! Do you see this ?!" She turned around and looked at me smiling, as I hold my hair with one hand and the other with my chest

“Lina, I don’t understand you” Jennifer spoke with a terrible accent, I tried to explain it to her, but she just continued to say with an accent that she does not understand me and continued to call me Lina

Nafisa took me by the hand and said without accent

"Behave normally if you want it not to get worse"

I don’t understand how everything went so far ... I stood in a festive ... wedding ... sari ... and looked at the photographer who asked me to smile, but I could not, I just could not smile, I wanted to cry . At weddings they usually cry from happiness, and I ...

I did not want to believe that all this was actually happening. Only a month has passed since I arrived in India with my girlfriend. God, I didn’t even want to fly here! I knew! I knew that I had to do this. And now this ridiculous outfit is on me that I would never even have thought to wear in my life, but everyone looks at me as if it were normal and congratulate me. I feel with my whole body this soft silk of this wedding dress, my nipples rub and the dress and I’m already used to their constant movement at the steps. Out of my hair ... god ... out of my hair for an hour doing this hairstyle and these jewelry. I just want to fall through the ground, but I can't. I still hope that Nafisa will pity me and change me back.

It was strange when Jennifer left, only Nafisa remembered and knew who I was. Everyone else believed that I was part of the family. They thought that I was always so strange and talked a little with them, that I was always a sad girl and felt sorry for me, especially because I was 35 and I was not married ... I wanted to tell them that Nafisa changed me, but could not. It was part of her spell, I could call myself only Lina, I remembered everything that was before in my old life, but I could not tell this to anyone except Nafisa. I cried for days and nights, I begged Nafis to help me. In the end, she said she would help me, but ... I'd rather be silent

She again somehow changed reality and now they took me as a wife. Yes! For some reason, just like that! I was sold as a wife! I did not know that this could be, but here it was real! It was wild and strange, they paid me money and married me. I only saw my future husband twice. And for some reason everyone was happy about it and congratulated me! I cried, but everybody thought it was a dare