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I have been reading stories on this site for a long time. Everyone writes well. I have not been married for a long time. The only son in the family is Manjunath and our mother’s clan deity is Karnataka.

I have no siblings. Only mother. Even her only brother doesn’t come to see mom because mom got married to my dad for love. Still the anger is not alone.

Mom and Dad died in an accident at the age of 45. After a long effort, I got a job as a cashier in the same bank where my father worked on the basis of succession.

I am 24 years old. I am working as an accountant in a company related to my mother. By mother’s loving care.

My picky eating habits also made me a bit overweight and obese. Red color. Slight feminine complexion. Big beautiful black eyes. For example, actress Sneha’s model of tooth row is mild.

My hands, arms, and pujas are soft. I don’t go to the gym like other boys. The stomach is slightly distended. Breasts are slightly firm. Buttocks are a bit big for me.

Pushing back a bit. Shakes while walking. I walk a little differently. Beard. Mustache does not grow. hand Even the legs are hairless and smooth. Eyebrows are arched and thick.

I have a very soft voice and speak very slowly. He is very shy. Aladi never spoke face to face with any women other than mother but loved to coordinate all her work at home with her. I will cook.

Put super builder coffee. Pour the dosa. I will give it to mom when she comes with coconut chutney. I will put kolam early in the morning. I will wash clothes. Brush dishes. I will chop the vegetables. Grind the flour in the grinder. Dissolve and brizzle. I will iron the clothes.

In this case, 8 out of 12 employees working with me at the workplace are women. The manager is also an unmarried young woman. Only two of them are married in Kerala state. The remaining 6 are famous women.

Ultra modern mangas. Always wear makeup. When the manager madam wears a glamor dress and goes to another branch taking on additional responsibility.

If they know that they are not in the office, they will comment and mark others. Especially teasing me a lot. They drive so I get goosebumps when I see them.

When I got a lot of pimples on my face due to my age. Amma will treat the hands. Go to the doctor and apply creams. Take pills.

Do not use soap and fear dal flour. Almonds. Grinding it out of milk and applying it on the face did not help. Suddenly, one day my colleague Sharmila came to me and whispered in my ear, “Baby, you are having too many feelings. You have got a lot of pimples now.”

I kept silent without giving any answer to her who was talking matter-of-factly. Then I will put on a whole tea baby manchu and take off and give you my panties. If the grenade explodes.

I was shocked at that moment to look at her, is she not a baby? She said with lust in her eyes, “Do you know how many words this is going to take?”

If not, tell your mother to grind musk turmeric and apply it on your face, baby, not now, you will not get pimples forever. I immediately got angry Sharmila what are you calling me a girl?

Call me Bodi. She said that I am a teenage boy and she laughed merrily and said, “Who are you?”

I was shocked to hear what she said. That day after work I went home and took a shower and stood naked in front of the mirror to look at me. Green veins with red color were visible on the body.

Red lips like the girls who use lipstick made my face look beautiful with strawberry slices. Mustache. A woman’s complexion was clearly visible on the beardless face. Below the main mark that says I am a boy, the smallest male mark is like a hunchback. Nelly was sleeping with sisal nuts like seeds.

Gourds like watermelons. The slight distressing also gave me an added charm.

I was enjoying my beauty when suddenly the doorbell rang. Screaming and jumping. I wore a t-shirt and opened the door. Mother was standing. Sharmila was standing behind him to call him Vanga mummy as always.

Give me a lift. Mom told me Manju Kanna (that’s what mom used to call me from my childhood) this is Sharmila on her way to repair my scooty and this girl gave me a lift and that’s why she asked me to bring her inside and give me a cup of coffee but she can’t come.