You walk out of the room to find outside but instead in a hallway, a hallway with a distinctly Indian design not dissimilar from the room you just exited. Curtains and rugs with colourful patterns dot the halls while a variety of authentic looking Indian décor decorates the building. Looking around you for some reason find it difficult to express the shock you have at all of this, somehow this all seems familiar.
A part of you notes that it seems a lot like the descriptions from the diary you just read, but your mind's attention is quickly drawn away from that thought and to a picture on the wall of an Indian family. They seem to be the same people who were pictured in your bedroom... the garage you quickly correct yourself, shaking your head as you walk silently down the hall.
You walk down the hall, now having no trouble with walking with these heeled sandals, As you do your hands begin gaining a slight tan, slowly turning a brown-ish colour as your stomach smooths itself. As you past some of the pictures you can't help at smile at the memories of the times they were took... as in you read in the diary about the events they are of, not that you were actually there. But you do admittedly feel like you were there after reading about them.
You stop at a photo of the family at some kind of Indian festival, everyone in it is a covered in a variety of different coloured dusts.
"Oh I remember this, this was from our last holi before moving to this town." You say smiling at the images of smiling and throwing the multicoloured dusts around on others, not even noticing you spoke that entire sentence in Hindu. Eventually you do notice what you say and look somewhat startled as you retract "I mean, that was Ruhi's last holi, from what I read in my.. her diary." You speak in English this time although it was more difficulty and carried a noticeable accent as your voice also heightened in pitch somewhat during it.
"I must be tired, perhaps I should just call it a night and forget the party..." you say again in Hindu as you instinctually begin heading back to the bed room, before stopping and shaking your head "No, I need to go to the party, besides I can't sleep here.. I guess I could but.." you shaking and hold your head as you walk down, not noticing how soft both your head and arm have gotten a they continue to grow slender.
Walking into the living room you spot a older Indian woman doing some cleaning, you're about to step back in shock and apologise for the intrusion but before you can she turns and looks at you with a familiar smile.
"Oh Ruhi, you're finally finished getting ready. You look beautiful, I'm sure everyone will love your saree" she comments in Hindi as she walks up to embrace you.
You are weirded out by this, but you can't find the strength to leave and instead you smile and respond in perfect Hindi "Thank you mother. I hope I picked out the right one" you say as you for some reason don't resist her embrace. The whole thing is giving you a headache, leaving you unable to do much other than smile at her and hope you can get out. There is no sign of your neighbour anywhere, in fact this doesn't even look like her house anymore.
Your mother... you mean the Indian lady, gives a sly grin and responds "No one in our family has better fashion sense than you dear. Take a look for yourself if you can't take my word" She says as she leads your unresisting body to a large body sized mirror.
You notice your skin now shares the tone of the woman, something you find odd but probably not as odd as you should be finding it. Your body has grow slender and now fits your body nicely. Despite wishing to leave for home as quickly as possible, the allure of the mirror is too much and you end up posing in front of it, checking out every inch of your saree for anything wrong. As you do you scratch your chest a bit as begins feeling itchy, not noticing the stuffing you used to create fake breasts has become real.
You smile some more at the mirror, eventually giving a quick bow which causes you some slight pain in your crouch as your dick resides in on itself, creating something resembling a vagina, which is complete by the force of you rapidly spinning around to greet your 'mother' who stands there smiling.
"Oh you are right mother. This saree is fantastic." You say smiling as you walk over to embrace her yourself this time.
"I am still nervous about tonight though." You admit, the anxieties of the dare still haunt you, although for some reason they have lessened and started to be replaced with worries over fashion.
"Relax Ruhi. You are only 18, just enjoy yourself" She says, causing some confusion. You're not 18 right? You're.... 18. You think you remember some younger teen age but it's hard to think about that with your headache and the number 18 keeps showing up. And again with calling you Ruhi, the name seems very familiar, it's the name which marks every entry of your... the diary. But you do remember a more boyish and western name.. which is hard to recall. It might have begun with a K or A or something.
You begin to notice how odd everything is, your disguise looks so real, you can feel the pressure on your chest and the strains of long raven hair. Your body is slender and moves with grace as you make your way to the door. Your skin has gained a darker complexion which you think is different than what's it suppose to be.
You need to get out of here to think. Focusing really hard you remember what it is you need to do.