A Shemale's Story

On being requested by few readers to write on a story on Shemale, I started the thread in Hindi Section a few days back, now bringing the story in English too.

The objective behind the story besides entertainment is to gauge into the mental torture a shemale experiences right from childhood when she/he starts communicating effectively.

This story is purely a fictional work and has got no link with any living or dead person, any resemblance if found would be purely co-incidental.

A part of the story relates to Incest – unfortunately the story demands it. So those guys who do not like incest, may please not read it.

So join me on this journey to learn about the life of a Shemale – the more the readers would join – would give me more impetus – to write more and faster.

Birds were chirping away to their nests, and the Sun had set its course for going down. Some other time I would have loved watching sunset.

But today, don’t know why, my past started haunting me. Reminding me of the painful childhood days, the torturous you that I experienced, the horrifying days of puberty.
One by one each days started looming in front of my eyes and I forgot that my son is about to return from college.

I, Bhavna, was born in a doctor’s family, how happy Rajiv and Seema were when I was born, but they did not know the trauma both of them especially my mother Seema and me, then named Bhavya would endure in the time to come.

Passing through the infancy under the warmth of my mother’s love and affection, I grew towards my childhood.

All boys during the toddling age love cars and boy loved toys but my love was for beautiful dolls.
Instead of being naughty I used to sit alone and play with my doll, I would be more interested in the toys of my elder sister who is two years elder to me. 

My behaviour was quite strange not like a boy rather it was more like a girl.

I kept on growing and my love for girlish clothes kept on increasing.

That was the most shocking day of not only my life but also my parent, when It was discovered that I was a shemale – yes I had a big and thick penis , my testes were under developed, but with in my body the ovaries, fallopian tube and uterus were fully developed only my vagina did not open up, it remained concealed.

This shocking knowledge about my anatomy was known when as I boy I started developing mammary glands and with passing age they grew into full proportion.

And the life took a new turn I was transformed to Bhavna from Bhavya. Had I remained as Bhavya I would have remained infertile and after all medical examinations my mother took the final decision of transforming me to Bhavna.

How this happened you will come to know slowly as I unfold my past.

Both Rajiv and Seema were so happy that no one could apprehend their feelings. Four years after their marriage the second issue was born and their dream of having a boy got fulfilled. None was aware of the storm that was going to shake their lives, not only for the couple but the child too.
The eldest issue was a lovely daughter whom both adored and she is now 3 years elder to the new born.

For better upbringing of the children Seema decided to quit with her practice and stay at home looking after the upbringing of children, which only a mother can do better in the early years. She did not want to lever her toddlers in the hands of servants howsoever skilled and faithful they were.

The Girl was named Rima and the new born was named Bhavya.
The infant with passage of time grew into an healthy toddler and the first impressions of the storm that was going to come started appearing which went un-noticed.

Bhavya used to run after the dolls of Rima more than the Cars and other boy toys that were given to him in plenty.

Who could have thought the real reason behind it was just taken that the toddler has fancy for colourfull dolls

It was the first day for Bhavya to go to prep college. And Seema was thrilled. Her joy knew no bounds as her son was stepping into the zone of learning.
She was making Bhavya ready to go to college. And when she started making him wear the nicker, his tantrum started – he wanted to wear the shiny beautiful frock that his sister had worn that day.
Seema was utterly shocked to see this unusal behaviour of her son.

‘no! no! no! – I want to wear frock’ Bhavya kept on rattling and it became an enormous task for Seema to make him ready for college.

‘Hey my goody boy, if you wear frock, what will others think of you. You are my good son, please do not make fuss- boys do not wear frocks beta. Mama ki baat nahi manoge hmmm- mela pala beta—chal jaldi tayaar hoja – der ho rahi hai’
The shine from the jovial face of Bhavya vanished and he turned gloomy – he loved his mother and agreed to wear the dress his mom wanted him to wear. 
But he kept on sulking inside . Somehow Seema took him to college and handed him over to the teacher.

Afternoon when she went to pick him up and asked about his days activity- she was surprised to note that he did not mingle up with other children and sat aloof in the corner.

Seema thought it was the first day – most children do miss their mothers and do act like this – things would come on track slowly.

The year of Prep passed without much of happenings except that Bhavya used to raise tantrums off and on to wear girlish clothes.

By the year ended there was some change in the behaviour of Bhavya. Like earlier he became not too adamant to wear girlish clothes but some times he started making hue and cry to wear girl clothes only.

At times he used to become very adamant and some times he used to just sit quietly in a corner like a girl.

Despite of being a doctor Seema was unable to catch this unique behaviour of Bhavya.

Time passed and Bhavya was admitted in the same college where his elder sister Rima was studying.
It used to become a tough excercise daily for Seema to convince Bhavya to wear his college uniform. When he used to return from college some days he would be happy to wear his own clothes on certain days he would insist to wear the clothes of Rima.

In college he used to remain aloof never tried to mix up with boys nor even girls. But used to become happy during lunch time when he could see his sister.
Even the teachers and classmates of Bhavya were also surprised by his behaviour, but he was too small to be scolded by teachers and was let to be on his own.
When ever a mix group of Girls and Boys was made to play some group game , he used to happily participate. But he never used to talk to any one.

Seema used to bathe Bhavya daily and made him ready for college. Because of the extreme love and affection from mother, Bhavya started changing. He stopped his tantrums while dressing for college.Even after returning from college he started wearing his own clothes. But deep within his heart he longed for the girlish clothes only.

Now that he had reached to 4rth class he was able to understand that his mother became very sad whenever he asked to wear girlish clothes. As he loved his mother too much, he controlled himself, but used to sulk within. In this small age he learnt to keep a check on himself and a control over himself so that the mother should always remain happy.

At times in college, he could loose his control and had shown interest in Girl games whereafter he was ridiculed by the boys. This affected him very much and he stopped playing at all. He used to cry within but never uttered a single word.

Some times he wanted to convey his feelings to his elder sister, but somehow never mustered the courage to be out rightly open with her. 

A small boy was sulking, getting psychologically affected, but no one near to him could understand him. His tears were meant for he alone and were shed in the dark corners of his room.

Time never stops and a year passed away. Bhavya was very intelligent, used to study hard, but he never used to play, he had no friends. He would be very happy when sometimes his sister or mother used to play with him. Rima had friends to play with outside but he had none.

Except for his mother and sister, he never spoke a single word with any one. Home to School and to home onward to his room and he used to keep himself closed in the four walls.

One day Seema for some work had to go to his college, it was then she came to knew about his loneliness – the mother got affected very much and started paying more attention to him, she became his companion. Bhavya started becoming happy and he started coming more and more closer to his mother.

Seema still used to bathe him and clothe him. In due course she noticed that his body growth was not exactly as per boys, he penis was longer and his waist was slimmer, in comparison to boys of his age. 

But she overlooked it as there was still much time for complete development.

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