HOME | DD

Description
I was living in a city when my parents died when I was young. I only had my aunt to look after me, who is a classical dance teacher and didn't have any children of her own. We are financially stable people. Growing up, I met many girls who would come to our house to study classical dance from my aunt. She would often try to teach me classical dance, but I refused. Her only wish was for someone to take over her dance school after she died, but sadly she didn't have any nieces.

When my aunt was young, she ran away with someone who later dumped her after she became pregnant. My mother consoled her during that time, but unfortunately, the baby died a year later. My aunt became even sadder when my parents died. However, she never criticized me for not studying classical dance or looking after her dance school. She said it wasn't my fault and that everyone has their own dreams.

I always felt sad because I am a boy and felt that only a girl would be better and more suitable for classical dance. But I couldn't change who I was born as. Despite this, we adjusted ourselves. My aunt would often go to the Devi temple near our house, and I studied hard and got a job in a foreign country.

However, three years ago, my aunt passed away, leaving all her girl students devastated. She was a very good dancer, and there were no other dance teachers. Her students always said to me that if I were a girl, my aunt would be very happy, but sadly, I was born to upset her, even if she didn't show it. She only wanted her dance school to be taken over by a blood relative. I dismissed those comments every time.

The day after she died, the Poochari told me that it would be better if I left because my aunt's wish was so strong that her spirit still resided there. I didn't believe in this kind of stuff, but I left my home village anyway because I couldn't bear to live there after my aunt's death, since I had so many happy memories there.

It has been five years since I moved to this foreign country. Two weeks ago, someone called me asking if I was interested in selling my aunt's house, which was actually our family home where my parents lived when they were alive. It seemed like a good deal to get rid of my past and settle in this foreign country. The person who called said we could make a visit to the property. I booked my flight and got ready to go to my family home, and my instinct told me that it would be a memorable visit.

When I arrived in India, I hailed a taxi and went to my village. Upon arrival, I felt a warm feeling, as if someone was expecting me. I entered my aunt's house, and the people there had a criticizing look on their faces, just like my aunt's students. The house was full of dust, and the courtyard and dance hall were covered in spider webs.

I opened the front door, and suddenly, I felt someone's presence. I dismissed it and continued walking. I passed my aunt's old bedroom but didn't try to open it. I went downstairs and opened my old bedroom, finding everything still as I had left it. It was very dark outside, and I was exhausted. I had bought some food on my way here, so I ate and went to sleep. I felt a calm presence, like an emptiness. I drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I felt someone's presence in my bed. I was in a deep sleep and looked to see my aunt Dhanya. She smiled at me and said, "I am happy you finally came home. Come, I have a gift for you." In a trance-like state, I followed her as she guided me to her bedroom. The door opened, and it was as if she was already inside. The room was very girly. She asked me to strip my clothes, and I did as she asked. Then, she opened a drawer and handed me a classical dance costume.

Suddenly, the clothes vanished, and I looked down to see that I was wearing a classical dance girl's attire. She then put me in a chair in front of the mirror and started applying makeup. After she finished, my face transformed into that of a classical dance girl. I looked very beautiful, and I liked it. She then touched my hair, and it began to grow. She put flowers in it and adjusted it for a classical dance performance. She adorned my body with jewelry and put chilanga (dance jewelries for dancers) on my legs.

Then, she guided me to the dance hall, where I saw an old musical tap. Suddenly, classical dance music came to life, and she sat in a chair like a teacher. I felt my body moving to a peculiar rhythm, and slowly, I started to feel the dance. The more I danced, the more my male essence washed away, and I felt my degree knowledge leave me. Instead, my aunt's lifetime knowledge of classical dance filled me, and I danced like her. As I danced, I saw my aunt start to fade and become light. Some parts of the light absorbed into me, and I collapsed onto the floor.

I woke up in my bedroom, but my things were missing. I was still in the dance dress. I looked for some clothes in the room but only found girls' dresses. Without a choice, I draped a saree around my body. I don't know how, but I wore the saree as if I had been doing it all my life. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a teenage Indian girl. Suddenly, the door opened, and my aunt came in. I looked at her and instead of asking why I had become a girl, I called her mom. She said, "You always looked like this, my daughter, a beautiful girl. I know you are sad for losing your cousin and how close you were, but you can't hide in your room. You have to move on. I know I am getting old, and it's getting harder to teach the classical dance to the girls. You have been helping me, but from today, you have to take my place as the dance teacher. Come, the girls are waiting for you."

She then guided me to the dance hall, where I saw many young girls. They all bowed to me and said, "Good morning, Soumya teacher." I checked my new reality and realized that my old male self had died, and I had become my aunt's daughter. From that day on, I became Soumya, an Indian classical dance teacher, just like my mother.

After a year, my aunt, or rather my mother, died due to illnesses. I became very sad, but I moved on and continued as the classical dance teacher, Soumya, carrying on my mother's tradition.

Short Video Link : youtube.com/shorts/_sd9xwdJS68…

I hope everyone likes this, See you all in the next story

My other Platform : www.youtube.com/channel/UC_CYp…

Thanks for everyone's support.

Description
I was living in a city when my parents died when I was young. I only had my aunt to look after me, who is a classical dance teacher and didn't have any children of her own. We are financially stable people. Growing up, I met many girls who would come to our house to study classical dance from my aunt. She would often try to teach me classical dance, but I refused. Her only wish was for someone to take over her dance school after she died, but sadly she didn't have any nieces.

When my aunt was young, she ran away with someone who later dumped her after she became pregnant. My mother consoled her during that time, but unfortunately, the baby died a year later. My aunt became even sadder when my parents died. However, she never criticized me for not studying classical dance or looking after her dance school. She said it wasn't my fault and that everyone has their own dreams.

I always felt sad because I am a boy and felt that only a girl would be better and more suitable for classical dance. But I couldn't change who I was born as. Despite this, we adjusted ourselves. My aunt would often go to the Devi temple near our house, and I studied hard and got a job in a foreign country.

However, three years ago, my aunt passed away, leaving all her girl students devastated. She was a very good dancer, and there were no other dance teachers. Her students always said to me that if I were a girl, my aunt would be very happy, but sadly, I was born to upset her, even if she didn't show it. She only wanted her dance school to be taken over by a blood relative. I dismissed those comments every time.

The day after she died, the Poochari told me that it would be better if I left because my aunt's wish was so strong that her spirit still resided there. I didn't believe in this kind of stuff, but I left my home village anyway because I couldn't bear to live there after my aunt's death, since I had so many happy memories there.

It has been five years since I moved to this foreign country. Two weeks ago, someone called me asking if I was interested in selling my aunt's house, which was actually our family home where my parents lived when they were alive. It seemed like a good deal to get rid of my past and settle in this foreign country. The person who called said we could make a visit to the property. I booked my flight and got ready to go to my family home, and my instinct told me that it would be a memorable visit.

When I arrived in India, I hailed a taxi and went to my village. Upon arrival, I felt a warm feeling, as if someone was expecting me. I entered my aunt's house, and the people there had a criticizing look on their faces, just like my aunt's students. The house was full of dust, and the courtyard and dance hall were covered in spider webs.

I opened the front door, and suddenly, I felt someone's presence. I dismissed it and continued walking. I passed my aunt's old bedroom but didn't try to open it. I went downstairs and opened my old bedroom, finding everything still as I had left it. It was very dark outside, and I was exhausted. I had bought some food on my way here, so I ate and went to sleep. I felt a calm presence, like an emptiness. I drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I felt someone's presence in my bed. I was in a deep sleep and looked to see my aunt Dhanya. She smiled at me and said, "I am happy you finally came home. Come, I have a gift for you." In a trance-like state, I followed her as she guided me to her bedroom. The door opened, and it was as if she was already inside. The room was very girly. She asked me to strip my clothes, and I did as she asked. Then, she opened a drawer and handed me a classical dance costume.

Suddenly, the clothes vanished, and I looked down to see that I was wearing a classical dance girl's attire. She then put me in a chair in front of the mirror and started applying makeup. After she finished, my face transformed into that of a classical dance girl. I looked very beautiful, and I liked it. She then touched my hair, and it began to grow. She put flowers in it and adjusted it for a classical dance performance. She adorned my body with jewelry and put chilanga (dance jewelries for dancers) on my legs.

Then, she guided me to the dance hall, where I saw an old musical tap. Suddenly, classical dance music came to life, and she sat in a chair like a teacher. I felt my body moving to a peculiar rhythm, and slowly, I started to feel the dance. The more I danced, the more my male essence washed away, and I felt my degree knowledge leave me. Instead, my aunt's lifetime knowledge of classical dance filled me, and I danced like her. As I danced, I saw my aunt start to fade and become light. Some parts of the light absorbed into me, and I collapsed onto the floor.

I woke up in my bedroom, but my things were missing. I was still in the dance dress. I looked for some clothes in the room but only found girls' dresses. Without a choice, I draped a saree around my body. I don't know how, but I wore the saree as if I had been doing it all my life. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a teenage Indian girl. Suddenly, the door opened, and my aunt came in. I looked at her and instead of asking why I had become a girl, I called her mom. She said, "You always looked like this, my daughter, a beautiful girl. I know you are sad for losing your cousin and how close you were, but you can't hide in your room. You have to move on. I know I am getting old, and it's getting harder to teach the classical dance to the girls. You have been helping me, but from today, you have to take my place as the dance teacher. Come, the girls are waiting for you."

She then guided me to the dance hall, where I saw many young girls. They all bowed to me and said, "Good morning, Soumya teacher." I checked my new reality and realized that my old male self had died, and I had become my aunt's daughter. From that day on, I became Soumya, an Indian classical dance teacher, just like my mother.

After a year, my aunt, or rather my mother, died due to illnesses. I became very sad, but I moved on and continued as the classical dance teacher, Soumya, carrying on my mother's tradition.

Short Video Link : youtube.com/shorts/_sd9xwdJS68…

I hope everyone likes this, See you all in the next story

My other Platform : www.youtube.com/channel/UC_CYp…

Thanks for everyone's support.