Everything is arranged

My family is rather traditional. That's an understatement if I say it that casually. They are very conservative and follow some old fashioned traditions most people are starting to let go of. As someone who was born male that gave me quite a bit of privilege and freedom that my sister didn't get to enjoy. I was set to get a good position in the company my father and his good friend run together and get set up with an arranged marriage to a beautiful woman who is supposed to be brought up to be obedient to her husband.

Instead I am now myself the woman being arranged to marry the son of one of our fahter's business partners. All made up pretty and dressed up in a slightly modernised version of a traditional outfit, with henna tattoos and all. Mother took pictures of me like that to send out to potential husbands while she and several other women in the family, including my sister who is taking way too much glee in this, are giving me a crash course in how to be a proper wife. They're trying very hard to make me become a 'proper' sweet and submissive wife ready to serve her new husband, there are strict lessons with awful punishments in this crash course as well as some rewards that I did not much appreciate then my training had just started.

It all went by in a whirlwind of events, hard to tell how long it even took. One day I was suddenly taken to a fancy restaurant wearing a gala dress to meet a man for a first date, to see how we get along. We happened to get along strangely well. My prospective husband was confident without feeling arrogant, charming without feeling sleazy, handsome but not eye-catching, and while his way of speaking held a slight misogynistic undertone it was slight enough that as someone who didn't grow up female I did not notice.

Now hear I am just a few arranged dates later in a slightly sexier version of a traditional outfit, on my knees sucking my fiance's huge cock. We sneaked away during an event our fathers had set up for our families to mingle and network and get to know each other. I am way too excited to have all the hubbub over with and be married to this man, to be his sweet housewife. I don't understand how my mindset has so quickly fully reversed, from wanting to have a subby sexy housewife to wanting to be exactly that for my man.