Transformation contd.

Ishan took the undergarments into the changing room, his face a deep shade of red. He slipped into the panty with trembling hands, feeling the soft fabric hug his contours.

The lace trim tickled his skin, and he couldn't help but feel a strange thrill. The bra was another matter altogether.

He fumbled with the straps and hooks, his mind racing with thoughts of the wedding night.

The bra remained a tangled mess in his hands. His heart was beating so fast he could hear it in his ears. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His cock stirred, pushing against the panty, and he felt a sudden rush of embarrassment.

"Ishan," Ratan called out from the main area of the studio, his voice echoing in the changing room, "how's it going in there?"

Ishan's hand froze mid-air, his cock still tenting the delicate fabric of the red panty. He coughed awkwardly, trying to play off the situation.

"I...uh...I think I've got it," he lied, his voice strained.

'Calm down little ishan, or you are going make an exhibition infront of these guys'

He quickly adjusted his member to hide behind the soft fabric.

"Need a hand, darling?" Ratan called out.

The door swung open, and a young woman, one of Ratan's assistants, slipped in, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

She was petite, with a mop of curly hair that bobbed as she moved.

"Let me help you," she whispered, taking the bra from his trembling hands. Her touch was gentle yet firm as she helped him into it, her movements efficient and practiced. Ishan felt his cheeks flame hotter as she expertly fastened the hooks, her eyes never meeting his in the mirror. .

With the underwear in place, she handed him the choli, the delicate blouse that would cover his now-bound chest. It was adorned with intricate beadwork that shimmered under the changing room lights. He took it from her, his hands shaking.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The assistant helped him into the lehenga, the heavy skirt that felt like a mountain on his hips. It was a stunning creation, weighing at least 30 kg, with layers of silk and chiffon that whispered against his bare legs.

"This weighs like a ton", He let out a long gasps as Assistant tightened the lehnga around his waist.

The makeup process was a dance of brushes and colors, each stroke adding to the illusion that was his new identity.

They started with a primer, the cool gel smoothing over his skin, a promise of the transformation that was to come. The base foundation was next, a few shades lighter than his natural color, blending into his skin like a second layer of porcelain.

Ratan's hands were a blur as he applied the makeup, his brushes and sponges moving with a practiced grace that left Ishan feeling both fascinated and terrified.

They moved on to the eyes, a symphony of shadows and liners that created a dramatic look that was both feminine and striking.

The sensation of the lashes against his eyelids was unfamiliar and slightly disconcerting, but he remained still, letting Ratan work his magic.

The blush was applied with a feather-light touch, giving his cheeks a soft, rosy glow that was at odds with the turmoil raging inside him. The lipstick was a deep, rich red that matched the lehenga. Ratan painted his lips with the same finesse a master chef might use to garnish a plate. And the final touch, the gloss, was like a seal, marking his transformation as almost complete.

Ishan was banned from looking at himself in the mirror during the makeup process. Ratan insisted that the reveal had to be dramatic, a moment to remember.

When the makeup was complete, Ratan stepped back and nodded to his team, who descended upon Ishan with an array of jewelry.

The sound of bangles clinking filled the air as they slid them over his wrists, one after another, until his hands were a rainbow of gold and diamonds.

He had never worn jewelry before, and the cold metal felt alien against his skin. An anklet was slipped onto his left ankle, the delicate chime of the bells a stark contrast to the heavy thump of his heart.

The necklace was a masterpiece called the 'Rani Haar', a necklace so heavy that it took two assistants to hold it steady as Ratan draped it around Ishan's neck.

As the cool metal kissed the freshly pierced lobe, he felt a strange mix of excitement and dread.

'How the hell do women manage all of these and still manage to dance of 'Saiyaan superstar'?'

The jhumka earrings, large and intricately designed, were the next to be placed on him. They swung gently with his every movement, the sound of the heavy earrings mimicking the beat of his racing heart.

"Ahh...", Ishan let out another gasps as the jhumka set moved on his ears.

"Are your piercing new?, let me help you out.. take this", Ratan said as he handed him a piece of double tape to ease out the pain ,"Its a long night Mr. chaudhary better keep them steady"

He remembered the sting of the needle, the way his hands had shaken as he held the tiny studs in place while the jeweler had pierced his ears.

Finally, Ratan stepped back, his hands on his hips, a proud smile playing on his lips.

"Look, darling," he said, his voice filled with excitement. Ishan took a deep breath and allowed his eyes to wander up to the mirror.

His mouth fell open, and the words "Holy fuck!" slipped out before he could stop them. The woman staring back at him was indeed a hot chick.

'I look so way out of my league. I wonder how Ma, baba and Rohan will react to this version of me'

The makeup had sculpted his features into something softer, more feminine. The kajal lined his eyes, making them appear larger, more alluring.

"Ready Mr. Chau-",Sandhya entered the opulent dressing room, her eyes widening in astonishment. Ishan, resplendent in crimson bridal attire, stood before the mirror, his transformation breathtaking.

"Mr. Chaudhary, you're... absolutely captivating." Sandhya pausing, her gaze lingering.

"Thank you", Ishan said nervously chuckling, His blush deepened "I dont really look like 'Mr. Chaudhary Do I ?"

"Not anymore", Sandhya giggle a little.

"Mission accomplished, I suppose."

Sandhya's gaze locked onto Ishan's, sparks flying.

"Shall we?" she whispered, voice husky as she coughed containing her admiration. Sandhya checked her watch. "Time's running out. Your groom awaits."

"Wait!!, its been 6 hours?", Ishan said raising his eyebrows.

"Six hours? That's bridal prep 101. Worth it, though - stunning!", Sandhya joked.

Ishan felt a little butterfly in his stomach, he is not used to getting complimented by women. Let alone a hot one.