(This is the real story of my mother's full transformation journey from a simple Indian housewife to an Uber modern diva. The story is going to be narrated by me (Dixit) in several parts, so dear readers, stay patient and enjoy this wonderful experience)
Our family consisted of four members : Mom (Hema), dad (Mohan), Me –
the son (Dixit) and my younger Sis (Riya). We are from Guwahati, Assam (India). This
story is basically about my mom’s total transformation due to various
circumstances in life. She changed herself totally from being a traditional
housewife to an ultra modern-independent women.
I hope the readers enjoy this real story of our life and get to learn
something useful.
I am Dixit, 23 yrs old, work in a Private Co. as a Finance Associate,
my sister Riya who is 17 yrs of age is studying in 12th standard, my
Mom Hema is of 44 yrs and is a typical housewife and dad - Mohan 54 yrs of age
is an unsuccessful Businessman cum a Social Worker by name. We live in Guwahati
and our lives go on in a typical middle class family way. Everyday I go for
office, dad roams around for social works, sis goes to school and mom stays
back at home with her household works. She is very close to me and my sis and
we share the best bond possible. We are best friends.
My relation with dad is not pleasant at all. I don’t like him much for
various reasons and we barely talk with each other. His relationship with mom
too has gone for a toss and are having hard time in life. Main reason for this
is of course dad himself. He has constantly been attracted to many other ladies
and has better bond with many of them. They call themselves as social workers
but actually are sharing much more within themselves. Dad is always busy in his
own world with his bitches and barely has time for the family. I believe he has
lost his mental consciousness and we simply ignore him from my life. We have
fought many times in the last few years but as of now I totally gave up on him.
The biggest victim here is my Mom ! She bared dad only for the sake of
me and my sis. She knew everything right from start about dad, yet she had no
option to part with him as we were much younger back then. Their relationship
has been like a slow poison for her. She lost all her happiness and is living
only for the sake of me and my sis. We three find happiness in little things in
life and that’s how we keep going. We feel all her pain but there are not much
things that could be done to let her regain a blissful life.
In the month of May 2019, Riya’s 12th final results came
out. She did well with 87%. Three of us were utterly happy with it. Scoring
such a result despite of so many family issues was not an easy task. Even that
day dad had no time for us. There were guests coming throughout the day for the
celebration of her result but the only one missing here was – Dad. He came late
at night. Knowing about Riya’s score he congratulated her and went to sleep.
That’s it ! I believe this clearly depicts the situation of our family. Riya
too was not expecting much from him. The next day Mom and I decided to send
Riya to a new city for further education. We wanted to enroll her for B.Tech
and accordingly selected few colleges. Her JEE and CEE were also sufficient to
fetch her a good college. Another agenda was her to make her feel from family
burden of seeing these regular hard to digest stuff of dad. Riya too agreed to
this and we made arrangements for the days to come. Throughout this, dad had no participation at all. None the less, we three were sufficient to tackle any task
in life. We were the best of three. A week later everything were in place and
we admitted Riya in an university of Shillong, Meghalaya. It was one of the
best campus available and we were happy with her admission. Her university was
around 130 kms away from our place which took 2-3 hours via road. We also took
admission in one the hostel within the campus. That day after admission we
returned back to Guwahati, so that Riya could be with us for few more days until the
classes start. It was the first time that we would be sending her away from
us. Mom was sad to part with her for 4 yrs until she gets her degree. However
for a better future of her, Mom had to go through this. After a week we three
packed everything up and went to drop Riya in her new life i.e., new university
and hostel. Throughout the drive we three were all silent and were in inner
grief of seperation, but none of us showed that in our face. We reached the University and dropped her luggage in her newly allotted room. It was a double
room with a little girl from anther city of Assam itself as her room-mate. I hoped
that they will be good friends in the days to come. Mom arranged her corner and
after few hours it was time for us to leave. I hugged Riya and said bye to her with a
heavy heart. She told me to take care of Mom. I told her not to worry for
anything and focus on the days to come. I told her to call me whenever she
needs and I will reach there in no time. She then hugged mom to bid farewell
and they started to cry. I somehow consoled them and we drove back home. We
reached home late at night. On arrival we found dad has not arrived yet. Since
both of us were tired, without thinking much we went for sleep. Next morning
after waking up we were missing Riya a lot. Mom’s smile has gone. She was left
alone. I did breakfast and left for office. After the typical hectic day at office I returned and reached back home
at 7 pm. On arrival I saw mom pale and tired. She must have cried alone the whole day in the
absence of Riya. She made dinner and we sat for it. While having dinner I
enquired about how she was feeling. She was in grief. I also got to know that
Dad too has not showed up at home for past 3 days. Anyways I knew it that he must have been at one of his bitches home. Mom was now somewhat broken and I could not
see her like this. That night we video conferenced with Riya and she was happy
in her new environment. She was having a good time. With this mom felt a bit
lighter and smiled. I was too happy for Riya. We slept and next few days things
went on the same way. Dad sometimes showed up at home but was mentally absent.
Mom’s life gradually deteriorated and I was not liking this at all. I discussed
about this with my girlfriend - Suman. I and my Suman have been in relationship for more than 6 years and have decided to marry
within the next 2 years. Suman too was feeling bad for mom. Mom has sacrificed
all her life for the family and what she is getting now is only grief. I
wondered what will happen to her after Riya gets married or I get with Suman.
Will she not feel lonely seeing us in pairs. Dad is definitely out in his own
life. So, what will happen to mom. Does she deserve such a life. Is her life
only worth this. So many questions stuck my mind and I was in dilemma. I
desperately wanted her to stay happy in life. Suman sometimes visited her and
stayed with her throughout the day, giving her company. But this was not
permanent. Mom had few female friends but they were not enough. I knew she
needed a male support. I talked to her about making male friends but she denied
me straight away. I knew she could have got so many males throughout her life
but she avoided and stayed pure just for us. But seeing the present scenario I
knew I had to make a move for her. I wanted her to be happy and enjoy the life. Although this sounds bad, but this was the only solution. I
wanted to change her and her life.
"Life is priceless and comes only once. Being innocent and getting grief in return is definitely not right. Thus, making changes for happiness is totally worth it" - HAIR INDIA
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Here I quickly want to mention the appearance of my lovely Mom. She is 5.7’’ in
height, slight chubby with fair skin tone. A smiling face for everyone but a heavy heart from within. She has long silky hair, which she makes sure to keep longer than hip level. She has always maintained that length of longer than hip length and I adore them a lot. Her tresses are amazing and over the years, I became a hair fetish by being in love with her lustrous mane. She is very beautiful and has an blissful charm.
Mom greets everyone in our society with a smile and is acknowledged as a respectable women by all. She is a simple women who dedicated all her life for us. She is
very pretty but never tried to expose her beauty.
Mom always wore Saree, Salwar-kameez or an Assamese traditional wear, known as Sador-Mekhela. No matter what she wore, it was always covering her entire body and yet she looked beautiful. She opted for make-up and hairstyles, which were mostly buns, only for weddings or other special events happening at our place. I and my sister really loved it whenever Mom dressed up especially for such events. But it too happened like 'Once in a Blue Moon' and was a rare sight.
Mom's most valuable asset is her lovely hair, which add a charm to her beauty and I am very much attracted to them. She has kept them really long throughout her life. Indians do love long hair and Mom having such an asset, is loved by all. Moreover, it adds to her femininity.
I have seen her pictures of her during college days, i.e., in her late 20's. She was a completely different women in those days ; truly a diva !! Mom wore short skirts, short frocks, tight tops, jeans and what not. She looked super sexy in all her pictures wearing short dresses. Her lovely hair were really long even back then, but were colored in brown. She looked stunning in that shade of brown. She flaunted her lovely hair by keeping them open in all the time in college. Mom looked like a baby-doll in those short clothes and long hair.
In her entire photo album, the pictures where she literally stood out, was of her participating in a fashion show at the college week. The look of my dear mom walking on the ramp was a sight to die for. I wish I could have experienced it live. She was a bomb in that look. Mom was dressed up in a tight white tank (cropped and sleeveless), paired up with dark blue shorts that were way above her knees and were extremely short, along with very high heels. Her lovely hair were curled up and make up was done in a light shade with dark eyes. She looked drastically sexy and her teenaged figure being exposed totally was a erotic sight. She had amazing curves and gave lusty expressions towards the camera for pictures. I simply loved her sexy look. I am sure guys must have craved for her during college days.
But since everything happens as per luck, she too ended up with an arrange marriage with dad. Wonder what happened to her after marriage. Mom stayed plain and simple throughout after marriage. She became much more traditional and got tied in a knot, solely in the name of superficial culture and family tradition. Thus, since marriage till this very present day, Mom has stayed straight and simple. She lived the life of a common woman filled with mere family happiness.
However for a change or to say, a contingent situation, Mom got all her long hair chopped and she maintained a much shorter length for almost 1 year. Although it was for a small span of time, but its impact on me was everlasting. It was during her pregnancy period, i.e., before the birth of my sister. Mom maintained a drastically different look with short hair for around a year.
This particular incident itself ignited the spark in me and made me a haircut fetish, which gradually changed up my mind set. So, here is how it happened :-
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(THE MEMORIBLE INSTANCE FROM THE PAST # 01)
The year was 2004 and I was a 7-8 years old kid. Mom's pregnancy period during summer and in the meantime, my Aunty, named Nandini (Masi - i.e. Mom's younger sister) invited us for the inauguration of her new Beauty Parlor. Accordingly, on the inauguration day, Dad dropped us at Auntie's place, though he himself decided to stay out as it was from Mom's family side. Mom was wearing a baby pink saree and kept all her hair open with minimal make-up. It was more of a family event and most of Mom's relatives were present there to support Nandini aunty for her new venture. Everyone took special care of Mom as it was her threshold of pregnancy period, plus we were meeting our relatives after a really long time. Aunty took training for years and on completion of training, ended up with her own Parlor and everyone was happy for her. She designed her Parlor with neat interiors. posh furniture and all new beauty equipment. The place was indeed set up attractively and we were very much comfortable being there. The first half of the inauguration was all about Puja along with associated rituals and we took active participation in each of them. Gradually hours passed by and scene started to change. Puja ended up and everyone cleaned the place, giving way to the start of services. It was around 12:30 pm, and aunty was ready to kick-start her journey by providing service for the first time. The first service was of great sanctity and was a matter of auspiciousness. Since there were all family members and not real customers/clients, aunty had to start with someone from amongst themselves.
At that moment, there was Our Granny (Mom's mother); Mom's elder brother - with his wife; Mom's elder sister - with her husband; Auntie's best friend - with her kid and Auntie's neighbors, which were both men & women present at the Parlor. Though it was a Ladies Parlor, males were also invited merely as a launch event. Aunty looked at everyone and ended on my dear Mom. She requested Mom for being her first client. With this, everyone else applauded and were happy seeing the sisters concern for each other. Mom somewhat knew that such a situation would arise, still she got extremely shy having everyone's eye fall on her. Mom tried to surpass the topic on a light note and asked aunty for a simple threading. Aunty however was not satisfied, and she offered Mom for a haircut. Hearing this Mom became red. She loved her long hair and was not in a mood of getting them cut, not even an inch ! With this Mom's brother and sister-in-law (bhabhi) jumped in.
Mom's bhabhi, "Hema, Nandini is right. I think you should get a haircut."
Mom's brother, "Yes, I agree. It's already so hot, I think Nandini should get you a short haircut. Moreover, you will be comfortable in short hair during this pregnancy period."
Hearing the word "short-haircut" Mom got frightened up. She got her heart beating fast. Meanwhile, aunty pulled Mom and made her sit on the all new haircutting chair, which was having big mirrors in front.
With this, Mom's brother even convinced Granny and then Granny too approved the idea of Mom's hair being cut short. Now everyone else came and cheered Mom up for getting a short haircut. With so much of pressure and convincing Mom became blank. She was shy, scared, confused and what not. Being clueless, she made me sit next to her. She looked at me and asked me, "Beta, kya karoon ? Baal kaat du ?"
I being an innocent kid and knowing nothing much, replied smilingly, "Mom, kaat do kaat do. Maza ayega." Hearing my final words, everyone screamed out. Nandini aunty became really happy, she took me on her lap and kissed me on my cheek. Mom smiled at it and made me sit again next to her, so that people would not constantly stare at her. I was feeling great getting all the attention. Now the show was about to start.
Nandini made all the guests sit around us to see the first haircut. Aunty declared that she will give Mom short Step-cut and reduce her gorgeous hair to shoulder length. Mom was terribly scared knowing the fact that she is going to lose all her long lovely hair. Now people started to cheer up Mom in unison and asked Nandini aunty to start the cut. All eyes were on my dear Mom and everyone was excited to witness Mom's radical transformation.
Aunty placed a white cutting sheet (cape) on my lovely Mom and placed her trolley next to us with all her tools. Seeing Mom covered up in that cape made me hard and I was feeling an unique sensation from within. Aunty then sprayed water all over Mom's hair and started back brushing them gently. With those shiny wet hair, back brushed neatly, Mom was looking amazingly pretty like a Goddess and my sensation started to increase. After brushing few more times, aunty was about to make her big move. There was absolute pin drop silence in the room and everyone's eyes were fixed on Mom. Now Aunty held all of Mom's hair below her shoulder length with left hand and secured them tightly. Aunty said to Mom, "Sis, are you ready ?"
Mom being numb, "Mmm". With this, Mom took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Nandini aunty took scissor on right hand and placed it above her held up level. In seconds, she ran her scissors on Mom's lovely mane and Snip ! snip ! snip ! snip ! , that mystical sound of scissors crunching wet hair was divine. With this, she chopped all of Mom's hip length long hair to shoulder level. Mom got parted from her amazing long hair to a really short length. I was awestruck seeing Mom getting all her hair chopped off short. My body temperature rose up and I loved this feeling of Mom getting transformed. Aunty took the cut ponytail on her hand and asked Mom to open her eyes. Mom slowly opened her eyes and got shocked seeing all her length being chopped off. She was feeling light headed and it was a totally new feeling for her. Mom touched ; ran her fingers on her short hair for the first time and was sad losing her long hair. But now as nothing could be done, Mom surrendered herself to aunty and let her do whatever she felt was suitable for Mom. Aunty ensured Mom to look much better and handed over the cut thick ponytail to me to continue with the actual haircut. Mom was numb and everyone else were also surprised seeing Mom in such short hair. For me, she looked amazingly cute like a little girl with hair merely below shoulder length hair. Touching the ponytail for the first time gave me a priceless experience and I was loving the change on my dear Mom. She was gradually looking different.
Mom's sister-in-law then took Mom's cut pony tail from me to take a feel of it. None of them has ever touched such a beautifully thick and long ponytail before. Seeing this, Mom's Jiju too touched and had a feel of it. With this, everyone in turn held the cut ponytail and took the erotic feel of a women's freshly cut long hair. Those male neighbors of Aunty held them for a longer time and maybe got attracted to Mom. Mom's Jiju then took the ponytail from them and handed it back to me.
Aunty then started with the actual haircut. Everyone now were glued tight to their seat and their eyes were fully focused on my dear Mom. Aunty sprayed more water on Mom, brushed them several more times all to the back. She quickly started to cut Mom's back in a straight line to shape them up properly. She cut 1-2 inches from the back making her length even more shorter. I was loving to see Mom's hair getting shorter. Wet hair being crunched by scissors kept making me harder and harder. Now she made many neat sections with and secured them with hair clips. With sectioned hair in clips all over, Mom was looking cute like a doll. Aunty took a vertical section from the center-back, combed it several times outwards and cut it at 90 degree from top to end point. She took another thick section and did the same. In minutes she did this to all of Mom's back part, making thick steps which made her back bouncy. Mom's short pieces of cut hair were all over the floor and the cutting sheet. With the back being almost done, aunty proceeded to Mom's front left section. She released the clip, combed them down, held them in an inclined angle towards the face and snip ! snip ! snip ! She cut Mom's front diagonally, making the shortest part at eye length and longest to chin length. She then took the right front section and did the same, except this time in the opposite form of previous section as the side itself was opposite. This being done, Mom's hair was cut really short from front. Aunty then again moved to Mom's back and ran her teethed scissors. She made cuts of Mom's back part all over, from top to bottom for giving messy texture and reducing thickness for added bounce. Huge chunks of hair got stuck on the teethed scissor's blade and aunty cleaned them again and again, continuing with the texturization process. She thinned down Mom's hair to a massive extent and made Mom's lower part of hair thickly-pointed. Aunty then moved to Mom's front, combed the front part together to the front and started slicing all of them with the teethed scissors. Mom closed her eyes and aunty kept on texturing them. She thinned down front part and made them pointed as well. There was now small pieces of hair on Mom's face and aunty cleaned Mom's face with her soft face brush. With this the haircut was almost done and the time was for setting them up. Aunty semi dried Mom's all new short hair and it took new shape. She again made sections and started drying them with roller brush. First, she took her back section and dried them with outcurls. She did the same with all of Mom's short hair at back and set them in outcurls, Then she took the front sections and set them framing her face. With the setting being done, aunty brushed Mom's front making the parting slightly from the right and then gently brushed all over her hair, making the outcurls loose. For the final touch, aunty sprayed holding spray on Mom's fresh new haircut and completed the haircut. Mom's was looking drastically changed and astonishingly pretty with this wonderful cut and everyone was mesmerized. I was literally at Cloud 9 and there was no limit of my happiness. Aunty then removed the cape from Mom and set her free with the look. I instantly sat on Mom's lap and touched her short hair all over. Mom's was feeling relieved and had a tiny smile on her face. Aunty then showed her back with a mirror and Mom too got a good view of her back. Mom now was satisfied and somewhat happy with this new change. We stood up and everyone took picture of Mom. Mom was looking amazingly hot in that pink saree and sexy short hair. All the other ladies there were having long boring hair, except for Mom who was rocking the place with her sexy new transformation. Granny hugged Mom and blessed her for a comfortable period for the months to come.
Even auntie's neighbors clicked pictures with Mom being really close to her and captured the wonderful transformation. I was extremely happy and cherished the day forever. I will always be ever thankful to Nandini aunty for changing Mom and pushing her to a new step aesthetically.
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A Closer back profile of
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On completion of Mom's haircut, aunty continued the event by providing services to other guests, which comprised of threading, facials, pedicure and a haircut for Mom's bhabi. Her bhabi also reduced her length slightly, being inspired by Mom. She got herself a mid back straight haircut. However, it was nothing in comparison to Mom's transformation and no one gave much importance during Bhabi's haircut. Everyone was busy with Mom and me. Day turned to night and guests slowly started to leave. At around 07:00 pm, my so called Dad arrived at the Parlor to pick us up. He hurriedly entered the Parlor and on seeing Mom suddenly with this massive transformation, got blown away. I knew he was happy but showed not a single sign of being happy with Mom's transformation. Instead he rudely questioned Aunty for chopping all of Mom's long hair. He exhibited that he was unhappy as always with Mom in front of all the relatives. Mom was hurt with such a reaction from this creature called Dad. Bringing the day to a sad end at the event, we came back home.
Everyone complemented Mom for her amazing transformation except for Dad, who had no good intention at all for us. Meanwhile, the relatives phone called Mom and boosted her confidence again and made her realize the truth, that she was looking fabulous. At a time, Mom too realized the truth and ignored the words from Dad. She slowly became confident with the short haircut and started to flaunt her short hair. Mom slightly changed her dressing into trendier sarees to match her super stylish hairstyle. During 2004-06, not too many woman had short haircut like that of Mom at our place. Thus, she was the highlighted woman wherever she went.
After few months Mom gave birth to my younger sister. The year was precious for all of us and I have too many fond memories from that special year of 2004.
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Huff, that year and specifically that transformation day was indeed an extra-ordinary day for both of us. It made me a haircut fetish and on the other hand, made Mom explore a drastically different style in life. As of now, this incident has passed more than 16 years and everything has changed. Mom's is now nowhere in such a style and mood.
Time flied by and Mom got busy in life, growing Me and Riya up into adults. She gave least importance to herself. Her hair grew back really long and life got back where it always was.
Now coming to present day, with my intention of changing Mom and her life, I started making her recall our past special days.
One fine morning I talked to her about her college days. She was happy recalling those days. Although we have talked about this many times before as well. She felt fresh recalling those evergreen days. This time I enquired her about having any boyfriend or special friend during those days. She said she had few male friends but she was never close to them as she knew my grandparents would always prefer an arrange marriage for her. I giggled at this. There were hundreds of thoughts running in my mind for her and I asked her why does she not open up like she used to be during teenaged days. I said it is never late to get back happy days. She was puzzled by this and had no clue what I was talking about. I told her, “You are in your early forties ! but why are you staying like someone who is 60+ ?”. She replied, “argh ! I am fine the way I am”.
I said her to enjoy life and live it to the fullest. I and Riya are
grown up now thus it was time for her to give herself all the attention and stay
happy. She understood my point but did not respond at the moment. I went to
office and came back at around 7 pm. The next day was Sunday, in the
morning itself we started to talk again on the same topic. I told her, “mom,
lets change up”. She laughed and replied, ‘’ How dear? and what will I do
changing up ?”
Me, "A total transformation for you !”
She, "Do I look that bad ? Do I really need to transform?”
Me, "No Mom ! You look beautiful but right now you are hiding yourself
! Just open up. You will love it and a new life is awaiting for you.”
She laughed at me. But I was not someone to let it go. I took her with
me to her bedroom and made her stand in-front of the mirror. I took her old
album and made her see them and compare herself.
Me, "Mom, look how happy and amazing you were in these photos…so what
happened to you over the years ? you are the same person. So, why hiding up?
She was numb. She, "Yes a lot has changed dear”
Me, "No, nothing much has changed and it is the same you. I want you to
be back like this ! That is it !”
She smiled slightly and hugged me. She, "Since you are thinking so much for me, that is more than enough for me.”
Me, "Neah ! Get ready for an exclusive makeover ! I will make sure you
become like the same girl in the pictures and get all those days back !”
She, "Time will say dear”.
With this I was determined to transform her completely and her life. I
also wanted to make dad realize his mistakes and suffer seeing mom outshine in
her life. I was focused , I was determined ! I knew this was the ultimate way out.
That evening I ranged Riya and told about my plan for Mom. Riya was
excited and gave me green signal. She too talked with mom and boosted her up
for the things I have lined up for her. With both me and Riya lifting her, she
was finally somewhat convinced.
At dinner, I told mom lets start up with going to gym. I told that I would join her for gym after office. That way both will stay fit and also get to
utilize precious time in something constructive for both of us. She laughed out
hard with this idea and with some extra effort I managed to convince her with
this. This was the very start step towards her beautification. I wanted her to
get her sexy figure back with all those curves that she has lost over the
years. As of now she is 55 kgs of weight and her feminine assets are not very much
visible. So, first transformation had to be with her body. I immediately rang to one of my friend who was a fitness trainer and had a gym nearby. He was
happy knowing about me and mom joining his gym. I discussed with him frankly about the entire plan. I made it very clear that I was wanting to enhance the size of Mom's feminine parts (boobs and hips) and tone her curves. He understood my words perfectly and it was not something new for him, as most modern ladies were hitting the gym with these same requirements. He assured me to achieve the target soon and asked me to join at the earliest.
With this being done, I told mom that we need to get gym wear so will be going for shopping
after office the next day. Accordingly the next day, I returned back home 2 hours early with the motive of going out with Mom. We got ready and visited a mall in the south part of our city. Mom was in her saree, a yellow colored one with quarter sleeved blouse to be precise with her
long hair tied in a bun like a typical Indian aunty. My cute Mom looks pretty in everything she wears. However, I was not satisfied with mere cuteness and was planning for making her bold as before.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
