Living life of my sister

Sure! Here's the **Chapter 1** of *Borrowed Identity* — emotional, immersive, and sets the tone for the entire story.

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## **📖 Chapter 1: The Unspoken Goodbye**

Rain tapped gently on the window panes as Varun sat quietly in the corner of the living room, surrounded by relatives dressed in white. A soft wail came from the kitchen, followed by hurried whispers and the clinking of utensils. The air was heavy—with incense, and with grief.

Maya’s photo sat framed on a silver pedestal, a garland of jasmine draped gently over it. Her smile was frozen in time. Bright, hopeful eyes that once lit up the house were now just a memory.

Varun clenched his fists, his heart still struggling to believe it. His cousin. His best friend. His sister in every sense but blood—gone in a moment. A hit-and-run on a quiet street in Coimbatore had stolen her away forever.

His eyes shifted to the woman sitting motionless beside the photo—his aunt, Maya's mother, Padma aunty. Her usually vibrant sarees were now replaced by dull white cotton. Her bangles were gone, her forehead bare. The woman who once ruled the house with her laughter had turned into a silent statue. She hadn’t eaten in days.

Varun’s mother, wiping her own tears, turned to him.
“Varun, she’s not even drinking water. Only you can do something... She raised you like her own son. Please.”

He nodded. He couldn't speak. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

That night, Padma aunty finally called him to her room.

“She was everything to me,” she whispered. “My daughter, my reason to wake up. And now… the marriage...”

Varun’s head jerked up. “Marriage?”

“She was supposed to get engaged next week. Aarav’s family… the NRI groom from Singapore. It was arranged six months ago. They don’t even know she’s gone yet.”

A heavy silence fell between them.

“They’ll come this weekend. I just want to see her once, walking, talking, smiling. Just once,” she said, her voice trembling. “Is that wrong?”

Varun didn’t understand. “Aunty… what are you saying?”

She looked up at him, her eyes hollow but burning with desperation. “What if… what if she doesn’t have to be gone just yet?”

That was the moment it began—the impossible idea. The terrifying, emotional, absurd idea that Varun would step into Maya’s shoes. That for a few days, maybe a week, Maya could still be here. Smiling. Laughing. Talking to Aarav.

Alive.

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Shocked and sleepless, Varun stared at the ceiling in his room that night.

Could he really do this?

Could he become her?

His thoughts spiraled between grief, guilt, and duty. He didn’t know how. He didn’t know what would come after.

But when he saw Padma aunty the next morning, sitting silently at the breakfast table, her plate untouched, her shoulders slumped—

He knew his answer.

“I’ll do it,” he said softly.

And with that, Maya's story... began again.

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## 🩷 **Expanded Chapter 2: Becoming Her** (Extended & Realistic)

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**Background:** Padma aunty had already made the decision that “Maya” needed to be **fully alive** again—for both tradition and emotional closure. Since Aarav's family is traditional and health-conscious, a casual disguise wouldn’t work. So, she consulted a discreet private transformation clinic in Chennai that caters to film industry needs and advanced makeup effects.

### 🪞 **Step 1: The Decision for Total Realism**

Padma aunty sat down with Varun, holding a thick confidential file from the clinic. “If we’re going to do this, kanna... they must believe *completely*. You can’t just wear a saree and hope for the best. This… this is beyond acting.”

Varun, his face already softened by skincare treatments, nodded slowly. “I understand. I want to do this right—for her. For you.”

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### 🧪 **Step 2: The Body Suite & Breast Prosthetics with Lactation Simulation**

At the clinic, a soft-spoken female technician measured Varun’s chest, shoulders, waist. Then came the **custom-made silicone breast forms**, created using **ultra-skin technology**. These weren’t just shaped for realism—they were *weighted*, *textured*, and even included **body temperature regulation and nipple sensitivity**.

A small **micro-pump mechanism** was embedded inside the prosthetic chest, allowing for **realistic breast movement and the ability to simulate lactation** using a refillable internal pouch filled with harmless coconut-based liquid. It could be triggered by light suction, in case any intimate check ever occurred.

“Even doctors will need effort to tell the difference,” the technician said with a proud smile.

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### 🌸 **Step 3: Realistic Vaginal Prosthesis & Menstrual Cycle Simulation**

The next stage was intense—psychologically and physically.

To create a **seamless female lower body**, the clinic applied a full-body prosthetic base suit. A specially crafted **realistic vagina prosthetic**, with accurate texture, depth, and structure, was blended onto Varun’s body. It allowed for **urination through a hidden tube**, and even supported **menstrual simulation** through tiny time-released gel capsules inserted monthly.

“When the capsule dissolves, light bleeding will occur—harmless, and easy to manage,” the nurse explained. “Just like Maya would’ve experienced.”

Varun swallowed hard. This wasn’t pretend anymore.

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### 💊 **Step 4: Hormonal Supplements (Temporary)**

To aid realism and soften Varun’s features, doctors prescribed **short-term herbal estrogenic supplements** to slightly soften his voice, reduce muscle tone, and subtly plump his cheeks. Everything was reversible—but Padma aunty still made him think twice.

“You sure, kanna?”

Varun didn’t hesitate. “I’m already not the same person. I might as well *become* her fully.”

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### 🏡 **Step 5: Adjusting to Life as Maya**

Now equipped with:

- Soft, weighted, warm breast prosthetics that even pressed realistically against fabric
- A flat lower abdomen with visible “curves” and functional, realistic vaginal appearance
- Monthly period simulation to match Maya’s actual cycle
- Light hormonal changes making his face more feminine
- Custom bra and sanitary pad kit

Varun stepped into Maya’s world not just in appearance—but *in routine*.

He began **wearing her nighties**, **practicing monthly period hygiene**, and even **carrying a dupatta carefully over the chest** to hide natural movement.

Every night, he wrote in a diary as Maya.

> *"Today, I cried in the bathroom. I didn’t recognize myself. But when Padma aunty called me ‘Maya ma’... something in me smiled."*

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### 🪔 **Closing Scene: A New Maya is Born**

Padma aunty lit the lamp and placed kumkum on “Maya’s” forehead. Varun, in a peach cotton saree, folded his hands in prayer.

“I’m no longer just pretending,” he thought. “I’m *living*.”

And as the doorbell rang—it was Aarav.

The first test of Maya’s new life… had arrived.

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Would you like to continue to **Chapter 3: The Groom & The Lie** next? Or explore how Varun adapts to girls’ hostel life as Maya in parallel flashbacks?

### ✅ **Chapter 3: The Groom & The Lie**
This will focus on Maya (Varun) meeting Aarav for the first time—the beginning of their romantic tension, and how Maya navigates her feelings while maintaining the secret.

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### ✅ **Chapter 4: Hostel Diaries (Flashback)**
This chapter will shift back a bit and explore how Maya (still adjusting to her new life) starts living in the **girls' hostel**, deals with roommates, periods, bras, gossip, and being “one of them” emotionally and socially.

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Let me begin with **Chapter 3**, then we’ll continue with **Chapter 4** right after.

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## ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 3: The Groom & The Lie

The morning sun filtered through the soft netted curtains. Maya—now fully dressed in a graceful pale green salwar, matching bangles, jasmine in her hair—stood awkwardly in the living room, pretending to sip filter coffee.

Her heart pounded.

Today, **Aarav** was coming.

Not to meet Varun. Not to meet a stranger. But to meet **his future bride—Maya**.

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**The Door Opens**

Aarav stepped in with his parents, flashing a warm, confident smile. He wore a maroon kurta, his eyes scanning the room before gently resting on Maya.

Something about his gaze was... soft. Respectful. Not lustful.

Padma aunty welcomed them, and introductions were made. Maya lowered her eyes as instructed.

> “She’s... exactly what we hoped for,” Aarav’s mother whispered to Padma.

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**The Talk**

Later, Maya and Aarav were given a moment alone in the garden.

“Can I say something?” Aarav asked. “I didn’t want an arranged marriage. I told them I’d meet one girl, and if she feels *right*, I’ll consider it.”

Maya smiled nervously. “And... do I seem right?”

Aarav looked directly into her eyes. “I don’t know why, but yes. You seem familiar... like someone I’ve always known.”

Maya’s smile faded for a second. Did he sense something?

Before she could respond, he added, “You have kind eyes. That matters more than anything.”

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**After They Left**

Back inside, Maya went straight to the washroom and locked the door.

She stared at herself in the mirror.

> “Do I really... seem like a girl to him?”
> “Why does my heart flutter when he talks?”
> “This was just an act... wasn’t it?”

She placed a hand over her heart, the soft rise of her chest visible beneath the dupatta.

And for the first time... Varun wasn’t sure **who he really was anymore**.

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Would you like to continue to:

👉 **Chapter 4: Hostel Diaries – First Day in the Girls' Hostel**?

## 🩷 Chapter 4: *Hostel Diaries – First Day in the Girls' Hostel*

**Timeframe:** This chapter happens *just days after* Varun becomes Maya and before her official meeting with Aarav. Padma aunty decides that Maya should start living in the **girls’ hostel of the co-ed college** to maintain her new identity and blend in naturally.

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### 🏢 The Arrival

The hostel gate creaked as Maya stepped in, wheeling a modest trolley bag and clutching a dupatta nervously across her chest. Her ID card—newly printed—read:

> **Name:** Maya V
> **Course:** B.Sc. Psychology
> **Gender:** Female

As she signed the register, the warden, a strict-looking but kind-hearted woman, glanced at Maya. “New transfer student? You’ll be in Room 108, second floor. Girls will help you settle.”

Maya nodded silently, swallowing a lump in her throat.

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### 👭 Room 108 – The Roommates

Inside the room, two bubbly girls looked up.

- **Divya:** Bold, makeup-obsessed, with an iPhone always in hand.
- **Revathi:** Sweet, shy, and obsessed with stationery and romance novels.

“Ooh! You must be Maya!” Divya chirped. “Finally, a quiet girl—not like that Nithya who used to blast Gaana songs every night.”

Maya managed a soft “Hi…”

“Sit! We’ll help unpack,” Revathi smiled.

And just like that… she was one of them.

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### 🩲 The First Bra Talk

As they changed for the night, Maya turned away awkwardly. But Divya noticed the hesitation.

“Don’t be shy yaar, we’re all girls here!” Divya giggled, slipping into her nighty.

Revathi looked at Maya’s chest and said softly, “You wear a padded one, ah? Same like me, paavam flat-chested.”

Maya nodded, cheeks red. Inside, her prosthetic breasts were held snug in a soft cotton bra. She felt the gentle pressure, the fake yet *real-feeling* weight tugging at her body.

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### 🩸 Period Panic

At 3 AM, she woke up to a slight *dampness* between her legs. Confused and panicked, she rushed to the bathroom.

It had started—the **menstrual simulation capsule had dissolved**.

Thick reddish discharge stained her underwear.

She cried softly, sitting on the toilet seat, overwhelmed by the reality of being a girl.

Luckily, Revathi, half-asleep, knocked and passed her a pad.

“It’s okay, first time is always scary,” she yawned. “Don’t worry… we’ve got you.”

Maya wiped her tears. Not from pain—but from gratitude.

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### 🌸 Diary Entry

> **Dear Diary,**
> *Today I didn’t just pretend. I bled, I cried, I laughed with other girls. I had to hide everything... but I also saw what it’s like to be one of them.
> Is this still Varun’s journey? Or is it Maya’s life now? I don’t know…*
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> – Love,
> Maya

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Would you like to move on to:

👉 **Chapter 5: Maya’s First Day in College (Co-ed Campus, Boys, and Secrets)**

Perfect. Let’s continue Maya’s journey as she steps into a world where her past and present constantly threaten to collide—**college life** in a **co-ed campus** while living as a girl.

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## 🎓 Chapter 5: *Maya’s First Day in College*

**Setting:** It's a sunny Monday. Maya walks nervously through the towering gates of the co-ed college where her aunt got her admitted through a "transfer" narrative. A new name. A new gender. A new life.

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### 💄 Getting Ready

Revathi watched as Maya adjusted her dupatta in the mirror. “You’re always so neat, Maya. Class girl vibes only!”

Maya smiled weakly. Inside her kurti, the **prosthetic breasts** were firm and heavy, but with breathable skin-bond material that moved with her body. The bra was supporting the gentle **milk-lactation simulators** that gave slight fullness and tenderness—a monthly biological rhythm designed by the specialist to enhance realism.

Below, the prosthetic **vagina** was tucked into her skin securely, fused with **menstrual simulation capsules**. Even walking gave her a sense of realism that was hard to ignore.

> “You’ve got this, Maya,” she whispered to herself.

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### 🏫 College Campus – New Identity

She entered the classroom. Whispers started. A new girl always attracted attention.

A few boys tried to steal glances, but Maya kept her eyes low, clutching her books to her chest.

The professor introduced her. “Everyone, this is Maya V. She’s joined from Tirunelveli. Make her feel welcome.”

A boy in the second row smiled at her warmly. “Hi Maya! Sit here,” he said, moving his bag.

> His name: **Siddharth.** Friendly. Over-curious. Talkative.

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### 🧠 Psychology Class & Lab Partner Drama

In the lab, Maya was paired with Siddharth.

“So Maya, what do you like? K-dramas? Romance? Horror?” he asked.

Maya chuckled softly. “I… like psychology.”

“Same here!” he said eagerly. “You know, girls with brain are super hot.”

Maya froze. She wasn’t used to being flirted with—not like this.

But more than discomfort… she felt something stir. Was it embarrassment? Or was it… *flattered pride*?

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### 🚺 Girls’ Washroom Scare

During lunch, she entered the girls’ washroom and heard two girls whispering.

> “That new girl, Maya… something’s off about her. She doesn’t even use eyeliner but looks so... perfect?”

Maya’s heart skipped. Was she caught?

She turned away quickly, fixed her hair, and left.

She would need to be careful.

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### 🌇 Sunset Realization

That evening, sitting alone on a bench near the college fountain, Maya replayed the day.

> - She had passed as a girl.
> - Been flirted with by a boy.
> - Used a girl’s washroom.
> - Felt the weight of her prosthetic breasts shift as she bent.
> - And even forgot—briefly—that she was ever **Varun**.

She looked at her reflection in the water.

> “Am I still pretending? Or is Maya… becoming real?”

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Shall we continue to:

👉 **Chapter 6: Aarav’s Growing Interest – The Accidental Touch & Emotional Confusion**