Forced into the Third Gender – The Champion’s Bride

  • Forced into the 3rd GenderTitle: Forced into the Third Gender
  • Subtitle: The Champion’s Bride
  • Series: Hijra, the Third Gender
  • Author: Yu Sakurazawa
  • Gender Swap Type: MTF

“The Champion’s Bride” is one of the stories of “Hijra, the third Gender” series.The story traces the life of Pankaj (later called as “Nina”) between 12 and 24 years approximately. Pankaj was the only son of a navy captain who is from a wealthy family. His mother dies of illness when he was 11, and then his father almost immediately marries the second wife who has a son and a daughter.In an attempt to make her own son the heir of her wealthy husband, the stepmother wants to make Pankaj a shame of the family. Pankaj is framed by the stepmother into the third gender.

[About “Hijra, The Third Gender” series]
“Hijra, The Third Gender” is a series of autobiography fiction. The narrator of each story tells you about her/his life – how and why she/he was thrown into the third gender and about her/his experience.

Hijra means a transgender individual adopted by a guru in the well organized transgender community believing in the same goddess and living in feminine attire. Hijra is referred to as “the third gender.” Rules and ceremonies for adoption, initiation, castration, etc. are well defined in the hijra community. Once you get nirvan (castration ceremony often done without anesthesia) you cannot go back to your former self.


Pankaj/ Nina—Pankaj is the protagonist of ‘The Champion’s Bride’. The story traces his life between 12 and 24 years approximately. Pankaj is small, delicate and more feminine than most boys. After hormone replacement therapy and sex-reassignment therapy, he transforms into a petite, ethereally beautiful young woman. He unofficially starts calling himself ‘Nina’. As a young boy, Pankaj finds a soul-mate in his boyish stepsister, Shweta. Through all the trials and tribulations he goes through (which, incidentally, includes forced gender-swap, rough sex, molestation, humiliation, abduction, sexual assault, a jail term and custodial rape), Pankaj’s love for Shweta remains intact.

Rajkiran—He is Pankaj’s father. Rajkiran is a tall, muscular, swarthy, rugged, hypermasculine gentleman. The scion of a wealthy family; he joins the Indian navy. Rajkiran is Pankaj’s boyhood hero and inspires the latter’s dreams and fantasies. Rajkiran has a reserved nature and doesn’t spend too much time with his son. He is taken in by the untrue allegations his scheming second wife makes against Pankaj.

Sarika—she’s Pankaj’s biological mother who dies of leukemia when Pankaj is only eleven. Sarika is a native of Manipur and is a possessor of great celestial beauty. She’s petite (height 5’1), fair, has high cheekbones and straight hair. Her bones are exquisite. She passes on her good-looks to Pankaj.

Harpreet—she is Rajkiran’s second wife. A native of Punjab; Harjeet is tall and well-built. She marries Rajkiran for his wealth. She is the vamp of the story. She gets Pankaj’s gender changed and later, manages to get him framed and jailed for a crime of which he was, ironically, the victim. The purpose behind her plans is to get Rajkiran to disown Pankaj so that her own children could inherit his property.

Shweta—she is Pankaj’s stepsister who later goes on to become his lover. Shweta is a nice, friendly and good-natured girl. She is tall, muscular and good-looking in a masculine way. She resents her femininity and tries to hide signs of womanhood i.e. hips and breasts under tight innerwear. Shweta is a genius—she is good at everything. Shweta loves Pankaj deeply and does everything in her power to help him.

Sumer—He is Pankaj’s stepbrother and is the same age as Pankaj. Sumer is tall, muscular and masculine. He is excellent in sports. He has developed habits like smoking, drinking and going out with prostitutes at a very young age. He thinks Pankaj is a sissy and treats him with contempt.

Savitri/Savvy—she is a class-mate of Shweta’s. Savvy is a tall, well-built, high-spirited girl. She coaxes Pankaj to wear Shweta’s school uniform.

Damayanti/Big Momma—she is a tall, robust, dark hijra guru (leader) of the Jamaat (hijra community) that Pankaj is sold to. She is either a man or an intersexed person who has undergone a sex-change operation. Big Momma has huge breasts and a massive bottom. She is affectionate, bossy, maternal and frightening—all at the same time. Big Momma is perverted and has a high sex-drive.

Harmeet/Horny—He is one of Nina’s regular customers. Twenty-nine year old Horny is a tall, beefy guy with a conventionally handsome face.

Vimal–Vimal is an average-looking young man in his 20s. He is brave and gallant, and rescues Nina from a molester on a Mumbai-bound train.

Jonathan—He’s Nina’s adoptive father. Jonathan is a kind, benign gentleman in his 40s. His post is that of an English literature professor’s at a local college. Jonathan is a true Christian and believes in the virtues of charity, altruism, forgiveness et al.

Mary—she is Jonathan’s wife. Mary is sweet, kind and a true Christian like her husband. She sees in Nina her own daughter, Isabella, whom the couple had lost in a traffic accident a few years back. Mary is a loving, affectionate mother to Nina.

[Sample text – less than 10% of the story is shown due to restrictions of KDP]

One fateful day, Shweta and her friend, Savitri (‘Savvy’ for short) and I were listening to the stereo. Now, Savvy was also quite tall and gargantuan like Shweta. As I got up and did what they call twerking these days, the girls joined me. Savvy gyrated with me shoulder to shoulder. Subsequently she remarked, ‘Punks, you are so small and delicate. I daresay, you’re more feminine than the two of us!’. She indicated Shwetha and herself. Both the girls chuckled. I joined them like a good sport. ‘He has taken after his mother’, Shwetha told Savvy by way of explanation, ‘I’ve seen her pictures—she looked like a beautiful Greek Goddess come down to earth’.

‘Punks honey’ Savvy proceeded to girlishly plead ‘Would you please humor this fancy of mine?’. She was holding Shwetha’s up school uniform which, by the way, comprised of a shirt with puff-sleeves and a short pleated skirt. Her eyes beseeching eyes looked rather like a spaniel’s. ‘What?! You want me to wear it?!’, I cried aghast ‘No way!’. ‘Please’ Savvy begged with all her heart ‘Just for a second. I want to see how much lovelier you could look!’.

Savvy’s request was so earnest, I had to oblige. ‘Only for a second, okay?’ I said before gingerly slipping into Shweta’s uniform over my boys’ banyan and briefs. It felt so strange. I felt like a stupid little pansy.

At this importunate moment, my stepmother barged into Shwetha room. She saw me garbed in her daughter’s uniform. There was a triumphant sort of a glint in her eye that I couldn’t very well fathom at that moment. ‘Pankaj, Shwetha’ she ordered, ‘Papa wants to see you—this very moment’. ‘Oh my God!’ my heart palpitated within my frail rib-cage. Was my father due to come back to Mumbai today? I thought he was due two days thence. I definitely couldn’t go and meet him dressed in a girls’ garment. ‘Mom’ I said queasily, ‘Please give me a minute—to change’. My step-mother was having none of it. ‘You can’t Pankaj. Your father wants to see you immediately’, she said authoritatively.

She led us down the corridor into the drawing room. There sat my straight-backed, regal looking father in the middle of the ornate sofa. Like a king on his throne. The smart tailoring of his navy uniform accentuated the hard muscular contours of his body. Next to him sat Sumer. He seemed to have come back victorious after a football match. He was sweating profusely and reeked of pride and triumph.

My eyes surveyed the rest of the room. A few of my father’s colleagues were also present.

‘Your son is growing up to be quite a Ronaldo, eh Rajkiran?!’, one of my father’s batch-mates remarked. He meant the great Brazilian football player. I caught a glimmer of pride in my father’s eye. It was almost as if he saw Sumer as his heir. An able successor. A befitting crown prince for a monarch.

At this moment, I was made to enter. Looking quite a sight in a girls’ uniform. My father was aghast. I noticed that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. His friends looked mildly surprised.

‘What is the matter with you?’ my father finally found his voice ‘Why are you dressed in that infernal manner?’

Before I had the chance to open my mouth, my stepmother chipped in. And she chipped in to tell the most flagrant untruth.

‘He’s like this all the time, Raj….’ She lied ‘dressing in girls’ clothes and behaving in a very effeminate manner. On the other hand, Sumer does justice to your name. He keeps the Rajkiran flag flying gloriously high. The trophy that he’s won today is testimony to my words’.

She had made it seem that I was an unworthy heir to my father’s property. And that, Sumer, her flesh and blood was everything a competent son ought to be.

My father seemed to be brimming with rage against me. I—his biological son had disgraced him in front of so many of his friends and colleagues.

‘But, Papa…’ I tried to defend myself in a weak voice.

‘Hush!…Not a word from you!’ my father bellowed. I noticed his face had gone beet-red and that he was hyperventilating. He ordered me to my room. I retraced my steps along the corridor, shame-faced.

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