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RIGHT PUNISHMENT...

Raj get in a serius trouble when he crushed a girl named Smita by his bike. Her mother who was a doctor wanted to give him to the police but Raj request her not to do that. He apologize in front her very much. He said that he would do anything for her. Smita mother agreed that he did not gave him to the police. But she said that she had an idea to gave him a right punishment so he had to look after her daughter whenever she did not well. Then she said him that the punishment was that he did this as a nurse.
Raj was in deep shock and asked,"What! as a nurse." Smita mother confirmed with moving her head and said that he had to wear nurse costume and be dressed as a girl because she did not want that her daughter recognized him. If you did not do that then she gave him to the police. Raj stuck from both ends and he did not want to face police so he would ready as Smita mother said. As previously said that her mother was a doctor so she had no prolem for doing this. She did his makeover from boy to girl. She wanted to gave him an innocent look so she removed his body hair,dressed him in bra and panty. After that she filled cotton balls in bra cup and then dressed him in white churidar. Then she did his make up and jewellary. When it complete she adjust a sexy wig on his head. When Raj saw himself in the mirror he felt inner girl in his body. Smita mother gave him some training about nursing. She mansion that now he was a girl and from now he was Raji.
So then Raji spend her whole week as a nurse to look after Smita. Also between this time Smita did not recognize him but when she would be alright then her mother told him about the right punishmet of Raj.....

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