Beginning of a long journey

My days were now split between public life as Rani and private family duty. I traveled across India in sarees and lehengas — breasts heaving, nath chain glittering, cock frequently erect beneath the fabric. Wealthy clients booked me not just for my body, but for the complete fantasy: the feminine escort bride whose own cock would get hard while serving them, who could suck and be fucked, and who could fuck and impregnate their wives on command.
Every return home was a ritual. I would arrive still dressed from travel, often leaking a client’s load from my ass and with my own cock still half-hard. The four pregnant women — Priya, Meena, Anika, and Lakshmi — would eagerly clean me, sucking my cock back to full hardness before I bred whichever of them was craving another load that night. Arjun would usually fuck my ass while I was inside one of the women, completing the circle.
My estrogen-enhanced body, massive swinging breasts, exotic dangling nath, and ever-responsive cock had made me the perfect vessel: feminized public bride, high-end escort, family breeder, and willing impregnator for those who paid for the privilege.
From that single flight where Arjun first claimed me under an airline blanket to my current life of public crossdressing, constant erections, and breeding both my family and strangers’ wives — I had been completely remade.
I was Rani.
And I was exactly where I belonged.