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A Traditional Wife

Ravinder Singh opened the door, before him stood his old lover, Jeri.

Jeri was a white man, five feet eight inches tall, about 160 pounds, dressed in a peasant skirt and blouse.  The tea-length skirt was white and pleated with a delicate floral print throughout.  The matching blouse had three-quarter sleeves, rolled up to the elbow and a scooped neck.  He wore them with brown T-strap thong sandals with a thick rubber sole.  His face was covered in makeup applied with a practiced hand.  he was clearly a proud transvestite.

"I shouldn't have come," Jeri said.

"Jeri, you know you wanted to."

"You've been gone so long.  You just disappeared without a word.  I haven't seen you in a month and a half.  I was worried that something happened to you."

"I went back home to India."

"You could have called or left me a note or something."

"I'm sorry, but was impossible."

Ravinder and Jeri had been gay lovers for over a year.  It started soon after Ravinder entered the United States.  Ravinder was from a small village in India, he came to America to establish himself.  At Ravinder's new job, he met Jeri and they had an affair.

Jeri was an unabashed gay transvestite.  He loved dressing in pretty things but was never trying to pass as a woman.  He didn't consider himself a woman in any way, he was a gay man and he liked it that way.  But that didn't mean that he didn't like feminine things too.  Pretty woman's apparel looked good on his lithe frame and he took advantage. he also liked to wear makeup and women's jewelry...most of the time.

Ravinder had known he was gay at a young age, but he never showed any outwards signs.  In his small village that would make him an outcast.  It would never be understood.  Especially with his traditional upbringing which he embraced.  When Ravinder arrived in America, he could allow himself to indulge in this aspect of his life away from his family and the other villagers.  He quickly established a sexual and loving relationship with Jeri who found Rasinder extremely exotic.

"I guess I was just worried, no one knew where you were."

"I couldn't help it, I had to return home."

"Was it an emergency?"

"Of a sort."

"Someone sick or died?"

"No, it was a happy occasion."

"What happened?"

"I got married!"

"You got married?"

"Yes."

"To a woman?"

"Yes."

"But you aren't that way."

"I was an arranged marriage.  We have been engaged since I was seven.  My bride was about four at the time."

"They can't do that.  Not in this day and age anymore."

"They can in India.  I knew I was going to marry her for twenty years.  Now that I was finally established in America I had to go through with it."

"Did you leave your wife in India?"

"No, she came to America with me."

"Can I meet her?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"So what's next?"

"I'm married to her, but I love you!"

"So you want us to sneak around behind her back."

"She's a traditional Hindu woman.  She's very naive it wouldn't be hard.  She believes everything I say."

"I don't know.  I've always been open.  I don't want to have to..."  Jeri didn't finish his sentence before Ravinder moved in and gave him a passionate kiss on his lips.

"Don't say you don't love me!"

"I do, but you're married now.  It's not right."

"Hey, I got something for you from India," Ravinder said changing the subject.

"What?"

"Come with me, I'll show you."

Ravinder led Jeri to his bedroom.  Jeri thought he knew what Ravinder wanted, but instead. he pulled out a piece of jewelry.  It had a chain with a hook on one end and a pendant on the other   It was mostly golden in color with red beads and an intricate pattern.

"This is called a maang tikka.  It's a traditional piece of Hindu jewelry that is worn on the forehead."

"I think I've seen this type of thing in pictures."

"I want you to have it."

"It's beautiful."

"Try it on."

"How do you wear it?"

"I'm no expert, but let me try and put it on you.  Here sit in this chair."

Jeri sat down and Ravinder attached the chain to the hair on the back of Jeri's head.  Then he gently let the pendant fall into place on Jeri's forehead.

A moment later, Jeri's face went slack.  His eyes dilated.  he couldn't think of anything.  He was stuck in the moment.  No thoughts came to his mind.  Time was just passing and Jeri wasn't aware of anything.  The circuitry in the pendant was doing its work, it was searching Jeri's mind for certain thoughts and knowledge.

When Vashti, Ravinder's new wife returned home, Jeri's mind had been completely mapped by the charm.

Vashti had returned from the market to buy a new sari  Ravinder had arranged for an Uber to take her there and back.  It would be impossible for her to do such things alone.  She hadn't been here for very long.  Vashti wasn't dressed in traditional Hindu, she was trying to semi-westernize herself and was wearing an ordinary dress instead.

"Vashti, I like what you are wearing, but I would like to see you wear this also."  Ravinder gave Vashti a charm identical to the one that was on Jeri's forehead.  Vashti was very traditional and saw no problem with her husband's request.  He seemed to like it when she wore this maang tikka.  It was the one that she wore on her wedding day.

This charm had been on Vashti's head many times before.  It had already mapped her thoughts.  It didn't need time to gather information like Jeri's.

In different rooms, but connected by the in-house network, both Vashti and Jeri were sitting with identical blank expressions on their faces.

Ravinder activated the devices to swap the identities and personalities of Vashti and Jeri.  It wasn't a complete transfer.  For Jeri, Ravinder wanted only the most traditional thoughts and personality put into his head.  Vashti for example had learned some English words, but Ravinder wanted the changed Jeri (who would become in mind Vashti) to know only the Hindi language and to not have even the slightest fluency in English at all.  He wanted Jeri to be completely traditional and subservient to him.  In effect, Ravinder wanted the best of both worlds.  He could be gay with Vashti and still have a traditional Hindu wife.

When the procedure was complete, Ravinder awakened Vashti.  "Jeri," he said regretfully to the person who a moment ago thought she was his wife, "I'm married now.  We can't see each other anymore."

Vashti was confused, didn't Ravinder just say a moment ago, that he wanted to continue the relationship behind his wife's back.

"You know I love you.  I don't want to give you up."  Vashti's accent was gone.  She thought, felt, and talked like a person who was born and spent her entire life in America.  She didn't even think she was a woman anymore.  She thought she was a gay man in drag.  She thought she was and always had been Jeri.

'You have to.  It can't work.  I'm married now."

'You'll never love a woman.  You're gay like me!"

"Part of me will always love you!  I swear.  But we can't continue any longer.  I'm married.  This is the way it has to be.  I've known this ever since I  was seven years old."

"But what about all our time together?  I don't want to give you up."

"It's over.  You're very pretty.  You'll find someone else."

"But."

"No buts.  Jeri, it's time you go.  My wife will be here very soon."

Vashti knew it was over.  There wasn't any use in continuing.  She left Ravinder's home.  Then she went to the True Colors club to drink her sorrows away and maybe find some pretty boy to help her get over Ravinder.

Back in the bedroom, Jeri was waiting to awake.  His personality and identity had changed.  He didn't think of himself as a gay American.  he thought of himself as a shy Hindu woman from a small village.  He wasn't sophisticated at all.  What made him happy was to simply be thought of as Ravinder's wife and soon to be mother to his children.  He didn't think of himself as property, but he would definitely be subservient to his husband.  Doing whatever he wanted.  That is how he thought he was raised.

"Vashti," Ravinder said to Jeri with a smile in Hindi, "I've something for you."

"What?" Jeri replied.  He was incapable of speaking or understanding any other language but Hindi.

Ravinder produced the sari that Vashti had just purchased and showed it to Jeri.

"It's so pretty."

"I knew you would like it.  I've been thinking.  I know you want to be an American wife or as much as possible.  But I don't think that is a good idea.  I married a traditional Hindu girl.  That is what I want.  I'm still a traditional Hindu man at heart.  I have to be an American outside, but at home, I want to return to my roots.  I want you to put this on and never wear Western clothing again."

"I would love that!"  Jeri was relieved.  Being an American seemed overwhelming to him now.  He longed for the days of being who he thought he was: a young traditional Hindu woman.

Jeri took the dress and removed what she was wearing.  This would be the last time he would wear any western clothes at all.  He would live in America for the rest of his life, and never learn the language nor try to assimilate at all.

Jeri knew exactly how to put on saris as if he had been doing it since he was a young girl.  There were hundreds or thousands of things that Jeri had never done before but were now second nature to him, such as knowing how to make a Hindu home as well as Hindu dishes.  American life on the other hand was a complete mystery to him.

Jeri showed Ravinder his new dress.

"Vashti, it's beautiful."

The newlyweds made love soon thereafter.  Ravinder had to show the 'inexperienced' Jeri what he wanted.  The obedient wife complied with his husbands' wishes.

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