Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam

Chapter 1: Who's who

Me:

My name is Vinod. I am 29 years old. I came to America as a boy and grew up here and settled in Virginia. I work as a computer programmer. I currently live in a 2 story, 3-bedroom house. On the second floor there is the master bedroom and another bedroom. On the first floor there is the kitchen, the dining room, and a guest bedroom. In a corner of the kitchen there is a small office with a desk, some office supplies, and a computer.

Kavitha:

My wife of one year. She grew up in a very conservative home in India and came to America after marrying me. She is 23 years old. She has black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and light brown skin. Although she has a great figure, she is one of the shyest people I have ever seen. I am the only man to have ever seen her naked, and that was only after we got married. She has been healthy, and so has not been to doctors other than for the occasional cold or sinus infection. She dresses very conservatively and wears either saris or long dresses that come down to her ankles. I don't think she has so much as exposed her knee since the time she has been here! We are currently in the process of finalizing her immigration status so she can stay permanently in America.

My wife is very smart. Although she studied computers in India, because of her visa status, she is unable to work. To keep from being bored, she volunteers Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at the local high school helping teach students programming. Because she is only a few years older than her students, she insists that they call her by her first name "Kavitha" instead of her last name.

Dr. Bill:

My best friend from childhood. Our families were next door neighbors, and, as we were the same age, we always hung out together. We ended up going to the same college and were roommates in undergrad. I studied programming, and he did pre-med and later medical school. He just recently finished his residency and started a small primary care clinic a couple of miles from here. He is still unmarried and comes to our place whenever he wants a home cooked meal. As he grew up eating my mom's cooking, he loves spicy Indian food. He is constantly complimenting Kavitha on her cooking. Kavitha also views him as a good friend, and they will constantly tease each other. Although Kavitha goes to him when she gets sick, the extent of his examination of her has been eyes, ears, nose, throat, and a quick listen to her heart and lungs over her clothes. Occasionally, he says that she really should schedule a full physical with him. Upon hearing this, she has the cutest blush and says that that is unnecessary as she is healthy, and besides it would be too embarrassing for her.

Jamal:

An 18-year-old African American senior at the school at which Kavitha volunteers. He is tall and lanky. He is taking Kavitha's computer programming class. He is literally the smartest person I have ever met. His family is not wealthy, but his mother and dad work like crazy to make sure their son has a better life than they did. His dad works as a janitor for the school during the day time, and then in the evenings runs his own office cleaning business. For his part, Jamal has honored their hard work. He gets pretty much straight A's in school. He also loves Kavitha's computer programming class, and because he does not have access to a computer at home, he will sometimes come over to practice programming problems with Kavitha on our computer.

Robert and Jorge:

Classmates of Jamal, also 18 years old. They are both medium height but stocky. From what my wife says, they are rude bullies. They are always making life miserable for Jamal, tripping him, throwing his books, and making fun of his father being the school janitor. They are also rude towards my wife, constantly ogling her, and saying comments like "It is a shame that you always keep your beauty hidden."

Chapter 2: The letter

I will never forget the date. It was Friday, April 5th. A week earlier I had gotten a notice in my mailbox that there was a special package for me at the post office. However, I had had a busy week at work, and the post office was always closed by the time I was off work. Today however, I made time to go the the post office and get the package. And good thing I did! It was a package addressed to my wife from the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services. Together we opened the package and with sinking hearts, read the letter.

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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 for the female examination 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 we finished reading this, the doorbell rang. Before I had a chance to respond to the doorbell, my wife started crying. "For the past year we have been working on this visa application, and now it is all for nothing. If only you had gotten the package sooner, we would have had time to schedule an appointment to get this done." I told her not to worry. I would check on my phone for an appointment. Unfortunately, the earliest appointment anybody had was Wednesday. It would be too late!

Just then we looked at each other and said at the same time "Dr. Bill!". In our worry, we had forgotten about our friend. I called him, putting him on speaker phone so Kavitha could hear as well, and explained the situation to him. After I finished talking, he reassured us and said not to worry. He was out of town for the weekend, but he would come by on Monday and fill out the forms.

I asked him when we should come by the office. "Don't bother", he replied. He explained that filling out these forms was just a matter of checking a bunch of boxes and signing.

"I am hungry for some of Kavitha's chicken curry. How about I come over to your house and sign the forms after dinner?" He told us to fill out the medical history and family history parts of the forms and he would take care of the rest. We both breathed a sigh of relief.

I then remembered about the doorbell. However, when I went to the door, whoever had rung the doorbell had given up and left. In a much happier mood, Kavitha and I worked together and quickly filled out the parts of the forms dealing with her medical and family history.

Chapter 3: Friend fills forms

Having done what needed to be done, we had a relaxing weekend. On Monday, I came a home early to help Kavitha with the cooking. There is regular Indian cooking, which is what happens most of the time, and then there is all out Indian cooking. This was all out Indian cooking! I think Kavitha was so grateful to Dr. Bill for helping us out of this situation, that she wanted to make a big meal. She cooked three different kinds of curries as well as an assortment of different kinds of breads and sweets. The whole house smelled delicious.

As soon as Dr. Bill pulled into the driveway, he could smell the aroma of the spicy food. I saw him get out of his car and hurry up the driveway. I quickly let him in and Kavitha ran up to him and gave him a big hug and thanked him for doing this. He looked at Kavitha and said he was happy to help. Then he looked at her again and asked her if she was ready for her "complete physical exam"?

Kavitha blushed deeply red and just stared at Dr. Bill without replying. After a second or two, he smiled and said that he was just joking and hadn't even brought his medical supplies with him. Kavitha punched him in the arm for scaring her. Dr. Bill then said, "I'm starving, let's eat, and we can fill out the forms after dinner."

The meal was excellent. Kavitha now knew for sure that Dr. Bill wouldn't do a full exam on her and relaxed. Her modesty would be preserved. There was a lightness to her affect that I had not seen since we got the letter.

We then retired into the living room. I sat on the couch with Kavitha and Dr. Bill sat on the recliner facing us. He talked as he worked through the forms.

"Vitals - You don't look or feel feverish. I am sure your heart rate and respiration rate are fine. Your blood pressure was normal the last time we checked it at the office."

"Eyes, ears, nose, throat - I don't think anything's changed since I last examined them last month when you came in with your cold."

"Thyroid - don't see any goiters, looks normal to me".

"Heart - sounded good last time I listened"

"Lungs - You seem to be talking fine without wheezing. Sounds normal."

"Abdomen - You ate well, I am sure it's normal"

"Musculoskeletal - You are walking and moving well. Don't see anything to be concerned about."

"Breast, rectal, pelvic."

Upon hearing those words, Kavitha blushed and looked away.

"It looks like I am allowed to skip these portions. Congratulations, we are done!"

And with that, the forms were complete.

He signed the physician section reading the declaration 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 it to me. There were places for Kavitha to sign as the applicant, and me as her sponsor. We signed and gave the forms back to him to look over one final time.

Chapter 4: The missing signature

Dr. Bill took the forms. "What's this extra signature - 'Third party (may be office staff)'

Where are we going to get that extra signature tonight?"

Just then, as if by some great coincidence, the doorbell rang. It was Jamal asking if he could practice the programming exercises that were assigned in class earlier today. We told him to come on in. This was working out perfectly! We asked Jamal if he could do something for us. He said he would be happy to help whatever way he could. Dr. Bill then gave him the forms and asked him to sign on the last signature line.

As I looked at him, for a second it seemed a strange look came over his face, and then in an instant it was gone, and he looked normal again. He read through the declaration that he had to sign. "I hereby declare under penalty of perjury that these examinations have been conducted in accordance with US immigration policy."

He looked quickly at Dr. Bill on the recliner and me and my wife on the couch. Everybody was in our regular clothes and no medical equipment was visible.

He then looked hard at my wife. "Kavitha, did you really and truly have all these exams performed on you tonight? You know the US government takes perjury very, very seriously."

Kavitha always was a poor liar.

Chapter 5: The offer

Kavitha looked away from Jamal's eyes and tried to mumble something. Jamal then looked slowly to Dr. Bill and me. It was obvious that he had caught us red-handed. If this got reported, Dr. Bill would lose his medical license for perjury and falsifying medical records. Kavitha would be deported for trying to obtain a visa by fraudulent means. I could face jail or large fines.

Jamal didn't mention any of that. He didn't have to. It was obvious that he was far to smart not to have instantly grasped all these implications.

Dr. Bill spoke first. "We were just getting ready to. I just wanted to get all these forms out of the way first."

Jamal replied excitedly, "Dr. Bill, I have been thinking about doing pre-med like you after I graduate high school this year. This would be an excellent opportunity to get hands on experience and see how these exams are done. Would you show me how you conduct a full physical examination and let me practice as well?"

Dr. Bill, not having much of a choice, mumbled an assent and then said "Of course that would depend on Kavitha being ok with it. We have to respect patient choice."

Jamal then turned to my wife and said, "Kavitha, I have always admired your dedication to teaching and helping students. You volunteer to teach us students even though you don't get paid. To comply with the forms, you need to get the exams anyway. It would mean so much to me if you would let me learn from Dr. Bill as he completes your exam."

Kavitha didn't really have much of a choice. She looked at me, and then said, "I am ok if my husband is ok." passing the responsibility onto me.

Jamal then turned to me and entreated, "Vinod, the casual exposure for a medical exam isn't something that threatens you or makes you jealous, right? It would mean so much to me if you would let me learn and participate. Your wife just said she is ok with it. Besides, we must do the exam to avoid perjury, right?"

I was trapped. I looked at my wife, and then back at Jamal and nodded.

My wife then spoke up, "Can we do it later. I am not ready for it. My clothes are sweaty, I am smelly, my hair's a mess, my toenails and fingernails are ragged and faded, my legs are all hairy..."

Jamal interrupted her. "Kavitha, you worry about the strangest things. But I guess some women like to get ready and dress up to go to the doctor. Here is what we will do. Why don't we take an hour break for you to go upstairs, remove all your unwanted body hair, take a relaxing bath, do your hair, do your nails and whatever else you do to get ready."

As he was speaking, he walked over to Kavitha and helped her to her feet. He then held her hand and took her towards the stairs. Just before the stairs, he paused in front of our bookshelf. His eyes were drawn to a photo from our recent vacation. He took it off the bookshelf.

"This outfit you are wearing in the picture looks splendid. Why don't you put it on when we you get done and come down."

I knew the outfit he was referring to. It was a sari and blouse combination that I had bought for her. It was a stunning red sari with a white blouse. This was probably the most daring outfit my wife owned as the material was thin and clung to her figure. The blouse had built-in breast support, so it didn't need to be worn with a bra. It was sleeveless and low-cut in the front and back. It normally wouldn't be a problem as the end of the sari would be draped over the front of the blouse. However, if that fell, my wife's cleavage and upper breasts would be exposed. On our vacation my wife had been so worried about the end of the sari falling down that she had pinned the end of her sari to her blouse on her shoulder with a safety pin to make sure it stayed put.

My wife said "Ok, Jamal" and slowly began ascending the stairs. After watching my wife go up the stairs and enter the master bedroom, he turned his attention back to Dr. Bill and me. "I will be back in a little bit. Why don't you two watch some TV until I get back." On his way out the door, he turned and addressed a final comment to Dr. Bill, "You don't mind if I borrow some of your stuff, do you? See you in a little bit."

And with that he was gone, taking the medical forms with him.

Chapter 6: Waiting

Dr. Bill and I looked at each other. An 18-year-old had completely outwitted us! There was not a whole lot to talk about. Jamal held all the cards. We just sat and watched TV, while waiting for my wife to finish and come down.

About an hour later, my wife emerged from our room and came down the stairs. I couldn't decide if she looked more like a goddess or a model. The red sari clung to her curves emphasizing her narrow waist and wide hips. The side of her stomach was bare. The end of the sari was draped over her blouse, obscuring how low cut it was. Her arms were bare.

It was clear that she had put in some effort to get ready. She had on lipstick and makeup. Her toenails and fingernails were neatly clipped and painted. Her hair was still wet from being washed and was neatly combed and held in place with some brightly colored hair clips. As she got closer, the smell of her designer perfume became evident. She looked like she was ready to go a wedding.

As she turned around to sit down next to me, I could see that her back was bare except for the lower part of the blouse which encircled her chest just below her ribs. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra underneath.

She looked at our doctor friend and let out an ironic chuckle. "To think that a few hours ago, I was too embarrassed to get an exam by you, a real doctor, and now I am about to be examined by a high school student!" She then paused, blushed, and continued, "do you think you and he will do those last three exams on the form?" "Which ones?" Dr. Bill asked confused. Kavitha, tried to answer, but just blushed and could not bring herself to speak. "Oh, you mean the breast, rectal, and pelvic exams?" asked our friend. Kavitha looked at the ground and nodded. "No, we won't," said Dr. Bill. "We can only do what is either medically indicated or required by the form. The form specifically says that these three tests are not required. You are worrying yourself for no good reason, Kavitha. This will just be quick, simple exam. You have nothing to worry about."

My wife seemed reassured upon hearing that answer. However, having just witnessed how clever and persuasive Jamal could be, I wasn't so confident. I kept my doubts to myself, and just sat and waited nervously with Dr. Bill and Kavitha for Jamal to come back.

Chapter 7: The return of Jamal

About 10 minutes later we heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. Moments later the doorbell rang. I went to the door and let in Jamal. Jamal said "Hi Vinod" as he walked in. When he laid eyes on Kavitha, he froze mid-step. His mouth dropped open, and he just stared at her. "Wow, Kavitha, you look like a goddess!" he stammered. He stared a few more seconds, and then shook his head as if to clear it. "Let's finish what we came here for. Let me go get some supplies from the truck." Then he walked out closing the front door behind him. Kavitha smiled as she witnessed Jamal's reaction. I could see she was feeling more confident now.

But the confidence boost was to be short-lived.

Jamal returned and opened our front door. He was followed by two other guys grunting and straining as they carried a large, heavy exam table through the front door and into the living room! "I know you all have questions, and I will answer all of them shortly. Let us finish bringing in all the supplies for the exam."

I, Kavitha, and Dr. Bill all stared dumbfounded as the three of them made several trips bringing in such things as a blood pressure machine, thermometer, two doctor's rolling stools, an ophthalmoscope, a stethoscope, and finally a large rolling chest of medical supplies.

"Now for explanations. First, these are my classmates Robert and Jorge", Jamal said as he introduced the new comers. "There was no way I could have brought all these supplies myself so I asked for their help. I told them that you cared so much about education that you had agreed to let me help with your exam, and that you wouldn't mind if they watched and learned. Isn't that right, Kavitha?" My wife just silently nodded. Since, it was just going to be a simple, quick exam, there wasn't much of a point in arguing with Jamal.

"Second, thanks Dr. Bill for allowing me to borrow this equipment from your clinic. Don't worry, I didn't break in. Your office is one of the buildings my dad cleans at nights, and I used his key to get in. Hope you don't mind."

Dr. Bill had the look on his face of when an average chess player meets a grandmaster. Seeing the look on his face, I became more worried that this exam would be a lot more involved than just the simple exam Dr. Bill had mentioned to Kavitha.

"Let's get started," Jamal said as he reached out his hand and gently helped my wife up from the couch. They walked to the exam table and he helped my wife sit down at the end of it. The rest of us got up and formed a semi-circle around the table. Dr. Bill and Jamal sat on the doctor's stools, and the rest of us stood facing my wife.