He said he would be there in few minutes. I went to the bed and started to think what all has happened in last 24 hrs.24 hrs back, I was just a guy wh...o likes to dress up as a girl and had girly feelings.And now, after 24 hours here, I am in my husband’s home as his wife.Something I always wanted.A Suhagraat to remember.And it was a lovely feeling of making him happy.Cooking for him.Soon, I slept.I was half sleepy when Rajeev joined me on the bed and I just leaned my head on his hairy chest. I. "Good morning, Monique. Did you sleep well?" I hear you call through the bathroom door."I don't know, I was asleep," I reply lamely. You emerge from the bathroom and I look at you in amazement. All vestiges of femininity are gone, and I am gazing at a fit, well-dressed man a few years younger than myself. Your pressed slacks and crisp polo shirt compliment your well-coifed hair and clean-shaven face. "Who are you and what have you done with Jenny?" I demand in mock indignation."Check out is in. Whenever he wasn't in class or working he enjoyed staying home, watching TV, and smoking grass. I have never seen anyone smoke as much pot as Lance did. If he was home, he was taking bong hits. Our house constantly reeked with the odor of greenbud. The only thing that kept him from flunking out of school was a near-photographic memory and an eerie ability to pass nearly any written test given to him.Lance and Jack were friends of convenience but I was never really close to them. All Jack wanted. He was a slightly foppish guy, lazy most of the time but academically he was brilliant. He just struggled to overcome his tendency towards lassitude and actually go to lectures. On the whole we all got on, sharing duties and so on and by and large Toby knew his place. I can’t actually remember how he came to be sharing with us and he wasn’t there for the whole year, but that’s by the by. The story began when Gemma, Hayley and I were shopping for the weekend at the local supermarket. I along.