The next morning, Radha was still giddy about the events of the previous evening with Ram. Maya had noticed that Radha was much more cheerful than usual that morning and asked "How did you enjoy your dinner/date last night, Radha?"
"It was wonderful!" Radha replied. "We went to a dance and then to his house for a glass of Chilled Beer before coming home."
Maya was beginning to understand why Radha was so cheerful as she said " I hope you had a good time --- and didn't do anything that I wouldn't do."
Radha chose to ignore that comment. "I have something that I want to tell you."
"Oh! What is it?"
"Ram proposed to me last night after the dance. He wants to marry me."
Maya was caught of guard and could only stare at Radha for what seemed to Radha like an eternity. Radha continued "I said yes. I am so excited --- and scared, too. I never dreamed that I would be getting married, especially not so soon after my operation."
Maya still could not reply. She had finally gotten used to having her husband wear her clothes occasionally, eventually got used to having him buy his own sarees, dresses and skirts and wearing them all the time, and had even finally accepted the operations and hormones that had changed Krishna into Radha. She accepted Radha as a woman now, but --- could she --- would she ever be able to accept her "husband" as the wife of another man? She realized that Radha looked every bit as good as any other woman, regardless of what she was wearing. She realized that Radha now had breasts that easily filled the 36C bras that she wore and that her hips and fanny were now well rounded. And she also realized the "growth" between Krishna's legs had been replaced surgically with a vagina that would function as well as that of any natural-born woman.

But, momentarily at least, Maya was stunned at Radha's pronouncement.
Radha realized that Maya was surprised and continued "We want to get married next month. His wife was killed several years ago in an accident and he has a beautiful house. They had no children. We get along together wonderfully. Can you imagine me becoming a housewife? What do you think I should wear for a wedding dress? We are just going to have a small wedding --- a few of his relatives and you. But I want it to be in at Temple --- and I want you to be my maid-of-honor."

Maya finally spoke. "Radha, are you sure this is a good idea? Does he know about your past?"

"No, but I am a woman now and can do everything that a woman should do. I see no need to bring that up. I guarantee that he will never know the difference and I just cannot hurt him or do anything to lose him. He knows that I can't have children & he knows that I have had hormonal problems that are now cured. He only wants me and I only want him."

"But he will find out someday, won't he?"
"No. I have waited too long to be a bride and a housewife. I just can't do anything that might jeopardize it." Radha replied with determination in her voice.
After a few minutes more of conversation, the two women left for their jobs. Radha had worn her best embroided work sari and was on top of the world as she drove to the medical center.
That evening, she had another date with Ram. Maya had gone out on a date of her own, so this time, the evening was spent at Radha's house planning the wedding. They were to be married in a local temple and Radha decided to shop for the Rich Kancheepuram wedding sari that she could find. Of course, she would also need new lingerie, a sexy nightgown, and clothes for the honeymoon. For the honeymoon, they would go to Goa for two weeks, so Radha would also need atleast one new bathing suit. And perhaps she could wear the new bikini that she had bought a few weeks ago. Maya had agreed to be her maid-of-honor and one of the other doctors at the medical center would be the best man.

Radha also had a change of mind and decided to tell Ram the reason for her "hormonal problems". He was initially taken aback, but they had indeed had sexual relations several times and he had come to love Radha very much. After a day or two of indecision on his part, he decided that Radha's past really did not matter, and told her that they would never discuss it again. As far as he was now concerned, she was to be his wife. Radha had cried for joy when she heard him say this and fell into his arms as they kissed. As they kissed, Ram started to remove her clothes and she to remove his. Sex that day was the best it had ever been for both of them, and they both came to orgasm twice before collapsing in each others arms. Soon, the big day came. It was a warm, bright, sunny, Saturday afternoon in June. Radha was radiant in her white Kancheepuram Saree. Blouse is of short sleeves, and a very low cut bodice. With her long auburn hair falling over her shoulders, the obvious cleavage of her breasts, and her happy smile, she was indeed a beautiful bride. She savored every minute of the ceremony as Ram placed the ring on her finger, then lifted her hair braided nice with flowers & tied Mangalsutra in front of the small gathering.

As they kissed, tears came to Radha's eyes. She was overcome with happiness. Just imagine, what a long way Krishna had come. His life had now been fulfilled. He had become Radha, had married a wonderful man, and was now Mrs.Radha Ram. He was now a housewife and was about to go on his honeymoon with his husband.

Maya also had tears in her eyes. She had always cried at weddings, but this one was different. Her "husband" had married another man. Then she finally realized --Radha had never really been her "husband". Radha had finally freed herself from her imprisonment and had, for the first time in her life, finally become her true self.

After a short reception, Radha and Ram left to dress for their flight to Goa. Radha wore a new cranberry red suit with a thin, white silk blouse and a slim skirt. Her bra was satin and lace and would leave little to the imagination when Ram undressed her that evening at their hotel. Her panties were white silk. Her hair was beautiful as it cascaded over her shoulders. Her makeup was perfect. And she had packed the loveliest silk nightgown that she hoped she would not wear for long After all, this was to be her wedding night. She trembled with anticipation as they left for the airport.

The flight to Goa was long --- too long for one's wedding night --- and both Radha and Ram wished that they had waited until the next day for the flight. But, they finally arrived in Goa late in the evening. After gathering their luggage and renting a car, they went straight to their hotel, where they checked in quickly, and were shown to their room. No sooner had the bellhop delivered the luggage and closed the door, than they were in each others arms. Mr.Ram and Mrs.Radha were about to spend their wedding night together. Ram's hands caressed Radha's body from top to bottom as he gently removed her suit, unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Radha, in turn, unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from his shoulders. She then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. They continued to kiss passionately as they stood in their underwear. Instinctively, they dropped to the bed. Radha reached into Ram's shorts as he unhooked her bra and gently removed it. He proceeded to caress her soft breasts as she moaned with pleasure. They continued to kiss as they continued to slowly undress each other. She removed his undershirt and shorts as he removed her panties. Soon they were both completely naked as they embraced on the bed.

Radha decided that her nightgown would not be a problem --- she might never get to wear it --- and she was happy with that. Their hands explored every nook and cranny of each others body, and soon they were rhythmically consummating their marriage. The feeling of him probing inside of her was absolutely indescribable. She tightened her muscles to increase his pleasure as he thrust in and out of her --- all the time kissing her --- caressing her breasts --- moving his hands to every part of her body --- pulling her onto him --- and even sucking her nipples. This made Radha wonder momentarily what it would be like to be able to feed a baby --- her baby --- to feed it her breast milk. But this thought was fleeting --- and unrealistic as she could not have children and probably couldn't produce milk anyway. But it was indeed a wonderful sensation to have Ram suck at her nipples.

Ram continued to thrust deeper and deeper into Radha and the deeper he thrust, the more she wanted him --- the more she needed him. When she thought she was going to explode with desire for him, she felt him tense and felt him grow larger inside of her. Suddenly she felt the hot, searing sensation inside of her that she had come to need more and more often.

Radha moaned and then screamed. "MMMMMMM. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Please. Please. Give me a baby!!! Give me a baby. Please, sweetheart. Please give me a baby. Oh, I need you so." "Yes. Yes. Oh, you turn me on so. I want to give you a baby."

Radha's body trembled with relief as she felt Ram's release inside of her.
She was now his wife completely. They clung to each other --- Ram staying inside of his wife until they both had relaxed. Then, they made love two more times before finally drifting off to sleep in each others arms.