My Humiliating Immigration Exam

Author's Note: This is the same event as Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam told from the wife Kavitha's perspective. There may be slight discrepancies due to the vagaries of human memory. Different people observing the same event, may have slightly different recollections of details.

I stood before Bill, naked except for my panties. "Kavitha, take off your underwear now!" he ordered. "I am going to examine your pussy!"

I woke up from the dream with a start. My heart pounded in my chest. My face was flushed. My entire body tingled with embarrassment as I recalled my nightmare. Yet at the same time, my pussy throbbed with a strange excitement. I looked over at my husband Vinod sleeping soundly next to me. For a moment, I thought about waking him up and making love to him. Then I reconsidered. Telling him I got turned on dreaming about being naked in front of his best friend would be too awkward!

I looked at the alarm clock. It was 3 AM, Monday morning. I had only a few hours before I would have to get up and get ready for school. Little did I realize that before this day would end, I would experience embarrassment beyond my nightmare.

I was brought up in India in a very conservative home. From an early age, my family instilled a deep sense of modesty in me. My body was sacred and precious and needed to be kept hidden from the lecherous eyes of men. I had absorbed their instruction. I never wore clothes that exposed my legs or thighs. When I wore the traditional Indian sari, I made sure that the end of the sari stayed draped over my chest, so I wouldn't expose my cleavage. I was always the image of the chaste and modest traditional Indian girl.

After, I finished my college degree in computer science, my parents set about to find me a husband. All our distant relatives and acquaintances were queried if they knew a suitable boy. I looked through dozens of photos. Then I saw him! His name was Vinod, and he had gone to America as a boy. He was tall and athletic with a handsome face and captivating eyes.

I told my parents that I wanted to marry this one. There was the flurry of activities as phone calls were made, more photos exchanged, more relatives consulted, and letters written. The end result was I and my extended family travelled to America where I and Vinod were married in a grand ceremony. That night, as we consummated our marriage in our honeymoon suite, Vinod became the first and only man to have sex with me or even see me naked!

Prior to marriage, Vinod had shared an apartment with his best friend Bill. They had both lived next to each other growing up. Bill was an only child and Vinod only had sisters, so they became the brothers they never had. Whenever Bill's family had an activity, Vinod would be invited. Whenever Vinod's family had an activity, Bill would be invited. Bill also developed a taste for spicy Indian food, and probably ate more dinners at Vinod's home than he did at his own home. While Vinod had studied computers like me, Bill had gone the medical route and become a doctor. He had recently finished his residency and opened a small primary care clinic in the area.

Just prior to our marriage, Vinod had moved out and used his savings to buy a nice 2 story, 3-bedroom home for us to start our new life together.

It was an exciting time as I adapted to my new married life in America! Thankfully, my parents had enrolled me since childhood in a top tier English medium school, so I could speak English fluently. I met our neighbors and got to know Vinod's friends, especially Bill. The first time Bill came over to our home after our wedding. I felt like I was meeting a long-lost brother. I, Vinod, and Bill stayed up till 4 AM, talking and laughing and having a great time.

I became like the younger sister Bill never had. During the Indian festival of Raksha Bandhan, in which girls tie a rakhi amulet around their brothers' wrists, I tied the rakhi amulet around Bill's wrist, acknowledging him as my brother.

I adapted in other ways. Because I was currently on a temporary Visa for the marriage, I could not work at a job for money. To keep from just having to sit around the house all day, I volunteered at the local high school teaching computer programming. The school was happy to have me, and I discovered that I really enjoyed teaching. Having a student who eagerly learns is one of the great joys of teaching. Jamal was one such student. He was an 18 year old African American senior at my school. His father worked as a janitor at our school and ran his own office cleaning business in the evenings. Jamal was always an enthusiastic participant in my class. He was quick to answer questions and did his in-class assignments quickly and correctly. Because he did not have access to a suitable computer at home, he sometimes came over to our home to do programming exercises on our computer. He was also very respectful. Because he had trouble pronouncing my last name, he always referred to me as "Mrs. Kavitha".

There were other aspects of life in America that were not enjoyable. In India, we students respected and feared our teachers. This was not always the case here. Two of my students, Robert and Jorge really irritated me. They were the same age as Jamal, and made life miserable for him, pushing him, tripping him, and making fun of his dad's job as the janitor. They were also rude to women, ogling them and making crude comments about their bodies. Their behavior extended to me as well. I tried talking to the school administration, but they were either unwilling or unable to curb the boys' behavior.

Even bigger was the stress of my Visa. I had received a temporary Visa to come to America and marry Vinod. After marriage, I applied for a permanent visa which would allow me to stay indefinitely as well as to get a job. I eagerly awaited the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services response to my application.

So, on Friday, April 5, when Vinod brought in package from Immigration Services addressed to me, I was giddy with excitement. Maybe my permanent Visa had finally been granted. Just as I was about to open the package, the doorbell rang.

Ignoring the doorbell, with trembling fingers I tore open the large envelope and read the letter addressed to me:

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Dear Visa Applicant,

We are sending this letter by special delivery to inform you that we have not received your completed medical examination forms. Please find the forms enclosed. If these are not completed and postmarked by Tuesday, April 9th, your application for your permanent visa will be considered delinquent and automatically denied.

Sincerely,

United States Citizenship and Immigration Services

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As I finished, my hands began to tremble. Tears welled up in my eyes and flowed down my face. I turned to my husband. "Vinod, how are we going to get an appointment to complete these forms. It is Friday night?"

"Don't worry honey, let me check for online appointments," he reassured me. He spent a few minutes looking for appointments, but all the doctors who could fill these forms had no available appointments before Wednesday. We had received the letter too late. All of my effort in filling out these forms would be in vain, and I would be separated from Vinod and sent back to India. Just thinking of being separated from my husband caused me to cry even harder. Even if Vinod decided to come with me, it would be a huge disruption as he would have to sacrifice his career and all the friendships he had built here.

The thought of my husband's friendships brought his best friend to my mind. "Can Bill do these exams?"

"Let me check," Vinod replied as he called him.

Putting him on speaker phone, so I could hear as well, Vinod explained our situation to Bill.

"Let me talk to Kavitha," Bill requested.

"Hi Bill," I said with tremulous voice.

"Have you been crying?" he asked.

Bill's concern broke the dam and the tears flowed freely as I told him my fears.

"Kavitha, don't worry. I am authorized to fill out these forms. It is super simple. Nothing to worry about. I am out of town this weekend, but I will come back Monday."

"What time do you want me to come to your office?" I asked.

"No need to come to my office. I will just swing by your home after work," he replied.

"There is a section of the forms for you to fill out on your medical history and family history. Can you fill them out over the weekend, just to speed things up?" he continued.

"Will do Bill. Thanks so much."

"Hey, why are you thanking me. You are my sister, it is my responsibility to help you any way I can. Bye now, see you on Monday."

After we hung up, I turned to Vinod. "I am going to make Bill a feast he will never forget!"

I belatedly remembered the doorbell and went to check it. By this time, whoever, rang the doorbell had left.

I then started working on the forms, filling out my medical history and family history.

With that out of the way, I grabbed a bottle of Champagne and turned to my husband. "Here's to our life in America and our friends!" We had a simple dinner and then went to a movie theater.

Saturday and Sunday, we worked around the house and I worked on my lesson plans for the upcoming week. Finally, before going to bed on Sunday, I decided to go back over the patient instructions to see if there was anything I missed. Suddenly, a paragraph leaped out at me:

"This is a comprehensive physical examination to make sure you are healthy. In some instances, your doctor may be required to perform breast(female only), rectal, and/or genital examinations in completing these forms."

I felt myself blush on reading these words as I thought about my friend Bill who would be filling out the forms. If he was going to do these exams, he would have had me come to his office, I reassured myself as I pushed the thought out of my mind, or so I thought, and went to bed. I slept until I was awakened by the nightmare of me standing naked in front of Bill.

Having woken up, I was unable to go back to sleep, so I went out to the living to read for a couple of hours. I plopped down in my favorite recliner and pointed the adjustable arm floor lamp at my book. The lamp had been a gift from Vinod since I liked to read in the recliner, but the lighting wasn't always optimal for reading.

After reading, I got ready, said goodbye to Vinod, and went to school. The day flew by quickly. After school, I went to the store and picked up fresh groceries for my cooking. I was soon engrossed in my cooking. Vinod came home early to help me in the kitchen. I had just finished up with the last dish, when I heard Bill's car pull into the driveway. Vinod let him in. He took a deep breath though his nose, savoring the spicy aromas, "Wow, Kavitha, you didn't have to all this!" he exclaimed.

"It was my pleasure to cook this meal for you. You are a life saver," I explained.

As we stood looking at each other, I remembered my dream.

"You don't have to do a comprehensive exam on me, do you Bill?" I asked hesitantly.

Vinod looked confused, but Bill understood my unstated question, "Am I going to have to undress for you tonight?"

Bill looked at me with a smile. "No Kavitha. This is just a matter of filling out some forms. I didn't even bring my medical supplies with me," he reassured me.

The nagging fear that I had had on my mind since Sunday night lifted. I was worrying unnecessarily. With a light, happy heart, I invited Bill and Vinod to sit down to the freshly cooked dinner.

We all talked happily as we ate. At one point, Bill turned to Vinod. "Don't you dare rat me out, but Kavitha is a better cook than Auntie," he said referring to Vinod's mom.

Vinod smiled, leaned in, and whispered conspiratorially, "Yeah, I think so too!" He then took my hand and kissed it.

After dinner, we all went to the living room. I gave Bill the forms. "Looks like they just updated the forms this year. However, it doesn't look much different from the ones I filled out before," he remarked.

"Normally, I would do a full exam, but because you are my friends and I don't want to embarrass you unnecessarily, I will just ask you some brief questions about each body system and fill out the forms. I am sure you are healthy, anyway," he explained.

He then went through each body system, asking me if I was having any issues. When I told him I was not, he would mark the exam as normal. Finally, he came to the last 3 items. "Breast -- exam not required, Rectal -exam not required, Genital -- exam not required. Looks like we are all done," he announced.

He then signed the physician section of the forms reading the attestation as he did so "I hereby declare under penalty of perjury that I have performed the above examinations in accordance with US immigration policy, and these are my findings."

He then gave me and Vinod the forms to sign. We signed them under penalty of perjury saying we had done everything in accordance with the instructions. We gave them back to Bill.

"Hmm. Looks like there is an extra signature for a witness. Don't worry, come in first thing in the morning with the form and I will have one of my office staff sign as the witness," he said.

He then said goodbye and prepared to leave. Just then the doorbell rang. It was Jamal coming over to practice the programming exercises that I had assigned in class earlier.

I then had a brilliant idea. Jamal could sign the witness statement. That way, I would not have to bother Bill again tomorrow by going to his office. Without telling him or Vinod, I turned to Jamal.

"Hey, Jamal, could you do us a favor," I asked explaining our situation to him and handing him the forms.

I looked beside me to see Bill with a worried expression shaking his head "No." But it was too late, Jamal had taken the forms.

He looked over the forms, then he looked at us. "I don't see any medical equipment like a stethoscope or blood pressure machine. Kavitha did you really have a comprehensive examination tonight?" he asked with a stern look.

I was never a convincing liar. I tried to mumble a response, but he interrupted me. "The US Government takes perjury and fraudulent Visa applications very, very seriously."

The full realization of my predicament hit me. If Jamal reported this, my Visa would be denied, and I would be deported. Vinod would be forced to either abandon his life and career in America or be separated from me. Bill would lose his medical license and all his hard work in college, medical school, and residency would be in vain. And it was all my fault.

As I was thinking all these thoughts, Jamal continued. "But I am sure you were getting ready to do the exams and want me to witness. I would be happy too. I was planning on studying to become a doctor after I graduate this year, and I have been reading up on how to do physical exams. This would be an excellent opportunity to get some hands-on experience conducting them. Would it be ok if I witnessed the exam and assisted Dr. Bill?"

"No way! It is completely inappropriate for a woman's comprehensive physical to be witnessed by a boy in high school," Bill shouted. I could see Vinod nodding in agreement.

Jamal clutched the forms tight. "He is going to leave and use these forms for evidence and report us," I thought. I knew my husband and Bill would sacrifice their careers to protect me. I could not let them suffer on my account.

I had to do something.

"It's ok, Bill. I am a teacher after all, and this is for his education. He can witness my exam and assist you," I blurted out.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kavitha," Jamal replied. "I always admired your dedication to teaching."

OMG, what had I gotten myself into? I needed time to think.

"I want to go shower before my exam," I stated.

"Sounds good. I need to get some supplies for your exam anyways," Jamal replied. Then his eyes paused in front of our bookshelf. He noticed the photo from our recent vacation.

"When you are done showering, can you put on the outfit you are wearing in this picture?" he asked.

I wanted to keep him happy. "Sure, no problem," I answered as I climbed up the stairs.

As soon as I got upstairs, I went into our master bedroom, locked the door, and collapsed on the bed. Had I just signed up for Bill doing an exam on me with Jamal watching? Could I really go through with it? Then I thought about my husband and Bill. I had gotten them into a bad situation, and I had to get them out of it.

I walked into the bathroom and took off my clothes. I saw that my legs had become a little hairy since I had last shaved them. For some reason, that bothered me. So before doing anything, I sat in the tub and began shaving my legs. I also keep my pubic hair shaved, and so out of habit, once I finished my legs I went ahead and shaved my pubic hair. I then took a nice warm shower.

After coming out of the shower, I went and looked for the sari in the photo that Jamal had wanted me to wear. It was a red sari with a white blouse. I began to get dressed. I put on my panties. Then I put on a petticoat, which is the cotton skirt that is worn under a sari. The blouse had built in support for my breasts and so was worn without a bra. I put on the blouse and fastened the hooks in the front. I then put on the red sari and looked at myself in the mirror. As I twisted to get a different angle, the end of the sari fell off my shoulder, exposing my cleavage in the low-cut blouse. I did not want that to happen accidentally, so I took a safety-pin and pinned the end of my sari to the shoulder of the blouse, securing it in place making sure it would cover my chest.

I then put on makeup and combed my hair. I looked at the clock before leaving. I had been up here close to an hour. I went downstairs.

From their expressions, you would have thought that Vinod and Bill were seeing Aphrodite herself descending the stairs. "You look amazing," my husband complimented me. Bill nodded in agreement.

I saw that Jamal was gone, but he had taken the forms with him. I turned to Bill and asked him my burning question. "Bill, how extensive will this exam be?"

He understood immediately want I wanted to know. "It will be a quick and simple. We will only do the parts that are medically indicated. Don't worry, there won't be any exams of your private parts," he reassured me.

I felt better after hearing this.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang. My husband answered it and let in Jamal. Jamal was walking through the door when he spotted me. He froze mid-step and his mouth dropped open. "Wow, Mrs. Kavitha, you look like a goddess," he exclaimed. He stared at me wide-eyed for a few more seconds then said, "I need to bring in the supplies from the truck," as he walked back outside.

My confidence surged. I felt like a beautiful goddess. Then, I saw a sight that completely deflated it.

Robert and Jorge were carrying a large, heavy exam table through the front door. What were they doing here? Jamal didn't say anything as the three of them made another trip bringing in more medical equipment into the house.

After everything was inside, Jamal introduced Robert and Jorge to Vinod and Bill. He then explained that he had got these supplies from Bill's office using his dad's keys, since Bill was one of the clients of Jamal's dad's cleaning service. He had asked his classmates for their help since the equipment was too much for him to transport alone.

"Mrs. Kavitha, would it be ok for Robert and Jorge to also observe and learn from your exam? You are a teacher after all, and this is for education," he asked using my own words against me.

Even though I hated the thought of Robert and Jorge witnessing my exam, I knew that I needed to cooperate with Jamal so he wouldn't report us. I agreed quickly before Bill or Vinod could object. I could not have them sacrificing to protect me.