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HOUSEMAID IN MY FIFTIES By Monica Graz PART 8 - FINAL CHAPTER 22 "Harita, try to speak with the special singing Indian accent. You are good at that I heard you before." Arka was behind me pushing the shopping trolley as I was picking various items from the supermarket shelves, shopping list in hand. "Of course Arka, I know how to talk like an Indian lady," I answered back with a pronounced singing accent. I started enjoying my outing in a saree, realizing that I had a dormant talent in mimicking voices. I was aware of people looking at me but I never felt any hostility, just normal curiosity for someone more exotic in a typically western shopping mall. It took us less than an hour to finish the basic shopping and soon we were sitting at 'Rialto Caf?' enjoying a very creamy cappuccino accompanied by dark chocolate brownies. What a treat! Arka was very excited with my Indian appearance, "I love the way you look and talk Harita, you are a natural; you probably were an Indian female in your previous life. You know how much us Indians believe in metempsychosis." She had a sip of her coffee and continued, "I think I'll start teaching you some basics of Indian culture and Hindu religion; I'll also teach you some Hindi words, it is my native language spoken in New Delhi where I come from." I looked at her skeptically, she was taking my 'Indian metamorphosis' quite seriously, and I started wondering why. On the other hand I started liking the whole thing; it was like a game to me, a change within a change. Another sip and Arka continued, "And of course as a servant you have to belong to the lower caste of 'untouchables' or 'harijans' as they are called today. I told you already, I am part of that caste and this is the reason I left India." I was truly intrigued now, Arka was trying to change me not only socially but culturally as well, a step further from my existing status. For some reason I felt positive about it but I kept my cautious attitude. Arka continued in a more excited manner, "I love the idea of training you in order to become a true Indian hirja. Think of it, Harita, my harijan hijra! What an intriguing thought, you can become my triple H person." I looked at her quite puzzled; I could see her mind was racing. I answered cautiously, "Don't you think that this is a rather ambitious project Arka? It is not that easy for me to become a harijan hijra as you call me, we live in a Western country and it is impossible to act like an Indian female on a daily basis, I am a maid, I have to spend most of my day in a uniform not in a saree!" She looked at me annoyed but full of determination, "Of course you can Harita, it is going to be a slow process but it can happen, I'll bring you on Saturday some books on Hindu religion and customs, some Indian girly magazines, they are all in English of course, after all English is practically an official language in India of the many dialects." She stopped but didn't give me a chance to answer, she continued in an excited voice, "And of course some Bollywood films, they all have English subtitles. I even have a documentary on Indian hijras; I am certain you will enjoy all that very much. Plenty of entertainment for you during your lonely hours in your servant's quarters." Finally she stopped. Her beautiful black eyes looked at me in a very intense manner. And then she did something that was totally unexpected and definitely took me by surprise. She asked me to hold both my arms in an upright position resting them on the table; she removed then two bangles from her arms and pushed them through my wrists upwards; they were two beautiful ornamental bracelets that were now positioned halfway up both my forearms. I instinctively moved my arms and the bangles made a small jingling sound, loud enough for the people sitting to the next table to turn and look. She paid no attention to their looks and said to me, "Harita, this is the ultimate act of bonding between Indian females. The moment I give two of my bangles to you and you accept them, you instantly become my sister and confidante. Do you accept my offer?" I was very touched. My eyes were nearly moist. I managed to say in a quiet but emotional voice, "I am honored Arka; of course I accept and I want to bond with you. Probably you know more about me now than my Mistress." "Probably I will be your Mistress one day, you never know, life is a mystery," she said in a casual manner and smiled mischievously at me. My familiar submissive streak stirred vigorously inside me. I found that idea singularly exciting. But I kept that thought to myself. I smiled back and simply said looking at my watch, "What a lovely afternoon Arka, I feel closer to you now and I am ever so grateful to you for this lovely gift but I have to rush back home, I have to change back to my uniform and prepare a light dinner for my Mistress, then I have to give her a pedicure." She smiled back and said half jokingly, "I am jealous, I want a pedicure also, and I'd loved to be spoiled by you." Then she added in a more serious tone, "Unlike you Harita, I don't particularly like being a maid and I already told you that I don't intend to be one for long. I want to move on to another phase in my life. I simply wait for the right chance and I am certain that this chance will appear sooner or later, and then you can probably be my maid and look after me." Another jolting shock! Though I knew it was only a dream at this stage, Arka was implying that she wanted to be my new employer. A bizarre, but ever so fascinating prospect. 'That would be an interesting development", I managed to say as flatly as possible. But Arka knew that she touched a secret chord because she smiled and said quite casually this time, "Anyway, this is not a current issue, it is something you can dream about dear Harita. Your current issue is to drive back to your Mistress' house and start your chores; she will scold you if you are not ready for her when she comes back." CHAPTER 23 I was in a rather dreamy mood when I entered the basement house garage in my small WV polo, a mood that changed abruptly to panic when I saw Mrs. Manley's Volvo parked already in its position. Pam was already back? I looked at my watch, it was just before five o'clock and she never is back before 7.00pm. What happened? And most importantly what am I going to tell her, dressed as I was? I started unloading the car from my shopping, which I had to carry to the kitchen via the elevator. Then I had this idea to try and sneak in my apartment and quickly change back to my uniform, then carry the shopping up. Probably Pam is in her bedroom showering or resting, probably I could go unnoticed. I went up the one flight of stairs as quietly as possible, high heel shoes in hand opened the door to the hallway and instantly I heard the TV sound from the living room. Pam was there. I started walking slowly towards the kitchen and the servants' quarters; I was nearly there when I heard my Mistress's booming voice from behind, "Nikki, is that you? What you are up to?" I was caught! I turned slowly to face Pam. She was standing by the entrance of the living room a glass of wine in hand, looking at me in astonishment. "What on earth are you wearing Nikki? Are you coming back from a dressing up party or something? And what are those bracelets on both your arms? Probably you are turning native and I know nothing about it!" I decided to tell her the truth; after all I haven't done anything wrong. I explained in detail how Arka convinced me to wear my saree, then how she is interested in initiating me in Indian culture and way of life, omitting of course Arka's little remark about becoming her maid. Then I mentioned that my given Indian name was Harita which meant green etc... We were still standing in the hallway as I was explaining everything. She had a sip of her wine looking pensive and then said to me, "Harita; I quite like that name, it's close to Harriet after all. In fact I might start calling you that myself, I have been thinking for some time now, Nikki is very close to your old male name, practically the same, except for the spelling. This one is beautiful and feminine and exotic." She had another sip of her wine and continued, "And of course you should be Harita my Indian maid for my guests on Saturday's dinner party, assisted by a relative of yours called Arka. Then your former identity would be totally hidden, even for the people that met you as Nick in the past. That probably will make you feel more comfortable for the Saturday event. Do you like that idea Harita?" I was the astonished one this time. She was changing again my identity; she obviously found appealing the Indian element in me, more so because domestic staff of exotic origin is somehow more 'socially correct' for the upper classes where my employer wanted more and more to belong. "I quite like the name Harita Madam and yes I will certainly feel more comfortable on Saturday with all those guests, though I was planning to stay mostly behind the scenes. Arka is the young and beautiful one who can do the serving." "And who do you think you are maid to tell me who is going to do the serving and who is staying behind the scenes?" Pam answered rather angrily. Her employer's genes reacted strongly. "I am the one to decide who is doing the serving and who is staying behind. And you must be presentable and prepared to appear in public at all times; you might be both needed at one point, one serving food, the other filling up water and wine glasses for instance." "I am sorry Madam, I didn't mean to be impertinent" I answered rather humbly hoping to close the conversation at this point. I still had lots to do. But Pam wanted to add something more, "And you have to darken your complexion more, get some darker foundation, I want your skin a couple of shades darker than now. Probably you can talk to the beautician, what's her name... ah yes, Jennifer tomorrow, she might have some suggestions. Now you can go and change back to your uniform, you have my dinner to prepare yet and I need a pedicure later." I was dismissed; I rushed back to my maid's quarters, starting undoing my saree on the way. CHAPTER 24 I was feeling deliciously humble, sitting in my special low stool massaging carefully Mrs. Manley's feet. I was wearing a full plastic apron to protect my uniform dress. It was a time consuming job, I needed over an hour to complete everything including pedicure and nail polish I was quite efficient by that stage, after months of practice plus intense reading of books given to me by my employer. It definitely was a treatment for Pam; she was immensely enjoying the whole procedure. An erotic feeling was prevailing during the whole session and several times in the past we ended up in some sort of sexual encounter. Tonight though her mind was elsewhere, she was thinking and I learned as a maid not to start a conversation; my Mistress had to initiate it. Finally she started speaking to me as I was about to finish the massage with special creams in order to start the final stage. "You know Nikki, sorry I mean Harita, I must get used to your new name, I like it more and more." She stopped momentarily as I carefully put one foot down and picked the other one and then continued, "You know Harita, I have been thinking a lot since I saw you dressed in a saree this afternoon. Probably you are ready to move on in another stage of your transformation. Probably you can change more drastically not only in looks but in your cultural level as well." She had a dreamy look in her face as she pushed her free foot under my skirt and apron and started caressing the inner part of my thigh. That excited me a lot and she knew it. I dutifully continued to massage her other foot with my creamy hand "Now then, what I was telling you; ah yes, about a possible cultural change within your capacity as a domestic of course. I could reemploy you as a migrant housekeeping worker imported from India. I could probably do it via Miss Annie's domestic agency." She stopped talking but she continued caressing my private parts now. I was terribly excited but I had to control myself. Mrs. Manley hated messy knickers. "What is your friend Arka's surname?" She asked casually. "Her full name is Arka Narita Latim. Her middle name is her mother's name. Girls in India carry their mother's name as a middle one Madam," I answered with a voice barely controlled. Her foot was caressing me harder now. "Then we can rename you Harita Latim and you will be related to Arka, you can be her aunt, her mothers' sister. Arka will find you a middle name. And Miss Annie can draw a new working contract similar to the ones she uses for the girls she imports. Would you like that idea maid?" I was reaching the no return point as she stopped talking and accelerated her caressing. I was trying to concentrate in order to answer her question when she simply said to me, "You can come now maid, I know you can't hold any longer." "Thank you Madam," I barely managed to whisper as I was having already a huge convulsion followed by little cries of joy. CHAPTER 25 "Inspection time girls, hurry up!" Mrs. Manley was calling us to the living room. We rushed with Arka to the living room for inspection, both dressed in our black and white uniforms, nice broderie anglaise half aprons and a small dainty cap. Our medium heel patent black shoes made us walk in shorter steps. Mrs. Manley was still in her 'homey clothes', she had to go upstairs and get ready herself very shortly. The guests were due to arrive any time after 7.00pm. We stood in front of her, hands neatly resting in front of our aprons. Arka had a slightly haughty look, after all Mrs. Manley wasn't her employer, but my face was beaming with a smile. "Now girls," Mrs. Manley started, "your uniforms are very good. Do you carry your white cotton gloves?" "Yes Madam," we answered in unison in our singing Indian accent, "We carry them in our dress pocket." "And when you are going to use them Harita?" "During serving time Madam," I answered politely slightly curtseying. "Correct" she said in a firm manner. She looked at me more critically now, "I must admit Jennifer is an excellent beautician, she did a great job with you yesterday Harita, your complexion is considerably darker and your hair has the right color as well. No one will be able to connect you with Nikki in male or female mode; you certainly look now like a domestic worker imported from India. Do you agree Arka?" Arka turned to look at me again and said, "Yes Mrs. Manley, Jennifer is very good, Harita looks very convincing, all she needs now is practice her new persona and I will be able to help her in that issue; she has to change inside also, starting thinking like a true harijan, an Indian untouchable, I think I can guide her in that direction Madam." "So I understand Arka; you belong to that caste yourself if I am not mistaken. I have a good friend Eva, probably Harita told you about her, who is an expert in Indian culture, and she explained everything to me the other day; I am quite aware of the untouchables and the fact that they are all manual labors and servants. So it is only natural that Harita has to belong to that caste being a lowly servant herself." I realized all of a sudden that Arka and my employer were talking about me as if I wasn't present; I also realized that Arka, though dressed as a maid, was acting like a person of a certain authority discussing freely with my employer. "Thank you Arka for helping my maid becoming a better servant by introducing to her elements of your culture. I think she will be better off as Harita than Nikki." She stopped and turned to me, "You are a lucky person Harita having Arka as your instructor, she is certainly able to guide you to new paths of true servility, something that you obviously enjoy immensely." She said this last sentence with an amount of contempt in her voice. I felt quite uneasy about that. Did Pam gradually started to look down on me? And of course I couldn't blame her for that, I was the one who accepted, if not pushed that 'going down the social ladder' attitude. But immediately resuming her usually friendly tone she said, "Right girls, enough chatting, you still have work to do and I have to go upstairs and make myself pretty for my guests; make sure that the table is properly set and the name tags are in their proper position. " 'Yes Madam" we both said slightly curtseying and turned to go. Her voice stopped us, "And I remind you that I'll tell everybody that you are related and I got you through Miss Annie's agency. Harita is my regular maid and Arka is only helping tonight." She started going but stopped again to add something, "as for your duties tonight, Arka you open the door and let the guests in and offer them drinks; Harita you will keep yourself busy in the kitchen with the food preparations and appear later when they will sit down to dine and the formal serving starts." She turned and started going upstairs with no further comment. I felt quite relieved when I heard that Arka was going to do all the initial welcoming of guests. I was happy to stay behind the scenes in the beginning. CHAPTER 27 "Harita could you please bring some more wine, I can see some half empty glasses, you seem to forget your duties girl." Mrs. Manley had a pleasant look, but her voice was quite firm. "Yes Madam, I am sorry Madam," I said in a my soft polite singing voice, as I picked two wine bottles, neatly covered by a white napkin and I started moving quietly around the table, filling glasses. The guests were all quite jolly eating their dessert by now, just served masterfully by Arka and chatting happily to each other. The wine was flowing freely; I could see several empty bottles standing on the serving table by the dining room wall. My Mistress looked quite radiant tonight, dressed very elegantly and full of positive energy. She was chatting mostly with a guy I never met before, his name was Peter Burns, I could see the name tag in front of him. Was he her current flirt? I felt quite uncomfortable about it, first time exposed as a maid among my employer's friends and work colleagues, first time witnessing my employer flirting with a handsome man. I have met in the past three of the people sitting around the table tonight, two men and a young lady, all from Mrs. Manley's company. I had met the two men socially in the past but no one was a close friend. But I knew better Miss Debbie Simmons. She was the Personnel Manager responsible for all the lower ranking staff, like office clerks, secretaries and cleaning staff. She was someone with whom I had long chats in the past trying to push better working conditions for them to the point of annoying her. She said to me once that I was talking like their union representative. She was the only one who gave me a more intense look when I appeared and started serving the wine. My sixth sense, over developed the past few months, was telling me that she knew who I was; she was a nice person though, not someone who would expose me publicly, or so I hoped! As I was moving slowly around the table, ignored by everyone of course, a servant is usually invincible; I could pick parts of the conversation, something that clearly fascinated me. For instance I learned that my Mistress was invited to another boat weekend by Peter Burns, clearly a very well off guy. Miss Debbie was talking with another lady guest about us the maids, praising our neat looks and diligence. I heard her saying though something that alarmed me, 'I know somehow that older maid, Harita is her name isn't it? I've seen her face before, I am not certain where, but it will come to me, I never forget faces'. Then Mrs. Manley addressed her guests, "If we are all finish with our dessert we could probably move to the living room and enjoy our coffee there and probably some liqueur." They all started getting up and my employer approached Arka and me for further instructions, "Well done girls, food was excellent and serving quite smooth. All my guests are impressed." We answered in unison slightly curtseying, "Thank you Madam, we did our best Madam!" She gave us an amused look, obviously our response was very formal in an old fashioned way; I felt the side looks from some of the guests, they were amused as well. But she instantly resumed her business like manner and added, "Now then, Harita you can clean the table and start fixing the kitchen and doing the washing up, I am certain it looks like a bombed site by now. And you Arka you can make some coffee and serve us in the living room, then you can ask my guests if they want some liqueur like Grand Marnier or Amaretto, there is quite a collection in the liquor cabinet, Harita knows where it is." She abandoned us abruptly to join her guests. I started clearing the table putting everything to a big serving tray and Arka rushed to the kitchen to start coffee. I suddenly realized that for several hours now we both were so busy that we barely had the chance to talk to each other. CHAPTER 28 "You certainly love doing the dishes Harita, not many people sing happily when they perform such an arduous job!" The deep contralto voice behind me startled me as I was doing the dishes humming one of my favorite songs. I turned panicking and splashing water all over my black and white spotty vinyl apron which was protecting my uniform, trying to wipe my rubber gloved hands in it at the same time. Miss Debbie Simmons was standing in front of me, a slight smile in her lips, her penetrating look forcing me to lower my eyes. "I think we can stop playing with each other, I know exactly who you are, and regardless your very clever disguise and dark make up you can't fool me. You are Nick, aren't you? Looking of course very domesticated and efficient. What on earth happened to you? I know through Pam you had an early retirement and have been traveling abroad, but I find you in this house employed as a domestic under extremely realistic conditions. I must admit it is very brave of you to do it, though I can't imagine why you do it." "So my dear Debbie, you found out my maid's secret!" We both turned towards the kitchen entrance where Pam was standing, a broad smile in her face. "There you are Pam." Miss Debbie answered quite undisturbed, "Of course I realized fairly quickly who your charming Indian maid Harita is, you know my affinity with faces, I never forget one even as cleverly disguised as your Nick's here." "I might as well tell you in a few words what really happened here." Pam answered, "Nick decided fully on his own will to become..." In the next few minutes Pam explained everything as I was standing awkwardly in front of them feeling silly in my vinyl apron and rubber gloves. In the meantime Arka was coming in and out looking questioning at me. I simply moved my head telling her everything was all right. "Fascinating, simply fascinating," Miss Debbie said when Pam finished explaining my current condition and added mischievously looking at me, "In fact Pam I have an idea, if of course you agree with it and Harita is willing to expand her working experiences in her new domestic role." She stopped and looked at both of us waiting for Pam's reaction. Pam simply said, "Please go ahead Debbie I am all ears and so is Harita." "It is very simple really," Debbie said and continued, "I have a vacancy for a part time domestic cleaner in our company three afternoons per week between 3.00 and 8.00pm; I think it will be very good for Harita. She can come back to the corporate world in another capacity." She stopped briefly and then addressed me, "Remember Harita how you used to take sides defending the domestic staff in our long conversations? Now you can find out for yourself how it feels to belong to that group of employees." I felt the familiar stomach tickling again, as my submissive chords were dancing inside me. But before I had the chance to answer, Pam interfered very enthusiastically. "What an excellent idea Debbie, Harita back in the corporate world, but from the servants' entrance this time!" She turned and looked at me then back at Debbie as she continued talking, "But I have to do some paper work for Harita before you employ her; you must have noticed she is going through her Indian phase with the assistance of the junior maid Arka; she is willing to explore further that side of her personality and I am going to help her by making things as real as possible. I am in contact with a domestic agency which imports maids from SE Asia, Harita can become a real migrant worker, just give us some time." She heard loud laughing voices from the living room and turning to Debbie again said, "Oh my God, I abandoned the guests, I better go back." Debbie smiled mischievously at me and turning to Pam said, "I am coming with you Pam, we better leave Harita to her dishes, she has a lot of work in the kitchen." She turned to me and said as she was going, "Good bye Harita, I guess next time I'll see you will be in our company when you come to start work. I'll be very happy to take you down to the cleaners' quarters where you will have to be fitted to the company's female cleaners' uniform. I bet you remember it quite well; that will be quite a thrill for you, don't you think?" I was about to answer to her but they both turned and left quite abruptly leaving me standing in the middle of the room quite dumbfounded. I felt that I was in the middle of a spider's web unable to escape. I stayed motionless for a while thinking again. The spider's web was thickening around me but I couldn't stop it because I simply didn't want to stop it. An inner force stronger than my common sense was blocking any sensible reaction from my part. I looked at my reflection in the kitchen mirror, a scullery maid or rather a skivvy was looking back at me. Huge vinyl apron, rubber gloves and a dark face adorned by jet black hair and a maid's dainty cap, the picture of domesticity. CHAPTER 29 "Are you day dreaming Harita, move on girl you have to finish doing the dishes, I'll help you with the drying up." Arka's voice brought me back to reality; she was nearly ordering me, she was getting bossier by the minute. I nearly answered with a 'yes Miss' but I managed to say simply, "you are right Arka I have to get on with the washing up." She started talking to me as I was plunging my gloved hands in soapy water, "I heard that Miss Debbie offered you a job as a cleaner in your Mistress' company; that must be quite exciting for you, isn't it?' "I don't know Arka, I am a bit scared, I feel that everything is changing around me in an immense speed; I feel that I am losing control of my life, I am certain...." She interrupted me the way Pam was doing it, "But you like losing control girl, you like letting other people deciding for you, you chose to be in the position you are today." She was using Pam's arguments; I started wondering if she had a private chat with her. She picked a washed pot in order to dry it and continued, "In fact I will propose something to your employer but I want your opinion before I mention it to Mrs. Manley." I turned and looked at her intrigued, "What is it in your mind Arka, do you have another cleaning position to propose to my employer? I must admit I am getting more and more popular as a cleaner." I said this last sentence in a sarcastic tone. Arka picked the sarcasm in my voice and said, "You don't have to be sarcastic with me Harita, you shouldn't forget our bonding, we are spiritual sisters now and I want to guide you further to the Indian way of life and from what I heard before, your Mistress seems to agree with me, since she wants to change your identity to an Indian migrant one." She was quite informed, "Have you been talking to Pam Arka?" I asked in an annoyed way." "I thought it is Mrs. Manley for you maid!" Arka answered back in a firm manner and continued, "Yes, she asked me if I could help educating you as an Indian Harijan and I said yes." She stopped to pick another pot to dry and continued. "Now listen carefully Harita, I already suggested to your Mistress a trip to India for both of us for a period of two months. You will leave this country as Nick and you will come back as Harita Nalini Latim an Indian subject officially invited by Miss Annie's domestic agency to be employed as a domestic worker in this country. All the paper work at this end will be totally legitimate. At the other end I'll take care of everything, I have connections to provide you with a passport and other documents. All we need is some money and Mrs. Manley is going to be very generous in financing the whole trip." Wow! This was news to me, very serious news. That's it then; this is the final step the one that if I agree to take will probably change my life for ever. Pam and Arka were plotting behind my back. I stopped the washing up and turned to face Arka. I was a bit angry now; I wasn't certain how to approach the whole issue. I responded rather angrily, "This is a huge step or probably I should call it a jump to the unknown Arka, I don't know if I can face such a huge cultural and social change." She nodded her agreement, "Of course it is a huge cultural and social change; I was under the impression though that you wanted to face such a challenge, to see life with the eyes of your new female persona, under seriously realistic conditions." The voice of Mrs. Manley startled both of us, "What you are up to you girls, I thought you had work to do, instead you are chatting in a very animated manner." Arka smiled apologetically, "I am sorry Mrs. Manley I was just telling Harita the possibility of going to India together and she..." She interrupted her, "Not now Arka, the guests are about to go, please come and help them with their coats and bags, we will talk about that later after they have all gone." She turned to me, "I want this kitchen in a spick and span form before you can join us later for a chat Harita, is that clear?" I lost all my bravado with her appearance. "Yes Madam," I answered meekly feeling once more the spider's web surrounding me. CHAPTER 30 I joined Mrs. Manley and Arka in the living room carrying a tray with hot herbal tea for the three of us. After such a long and arduous day we all needed a hot soothing drink. Arka was already dressed in her elegant street clothes and my Mistress went upstairs and changed to her homey clothes. I was still dressed in my formal maid's uniform feeling again the last in the pecking order. Pam was in good spirits and slightly tipsy when she started talking. "I must thank you both for your excellent performance tonight and of course I have to congratulate you Harita for the excellent cooking." She looked at me and added, "You can remove your apron now Harita, you are out of duty at the moment." I untied my apron and kept it in my lap as Pam continued talking, "I know we are all exhausted, but I think we should talk about what is going to happen next now that you are both present." I shifted uncomfortably in my chair; I was once more the center of attention. Pam had a generous sip of her tea and looked at me again. Her gaze was a mixture of skepticism and disdain; I felt worried with that gaze. "You know Nikki or Harita or whatever your name is I still have a big question, I still am not certain if you are living your absolute fantasy or you are searching for a new identity. Can you enlighten me please?" Now that question made me truly uncomfortable; I was cornered, I couldn't answer that question because I wasn't certain myself. Living a fantasy or searching for an identity? Arka very cleverly took over and asked, "May I say something Mrs. Manley?" "Of course you may Arka, after all you are a third party in this discussion and you probably are able to see things with a clearer eye." "I know Harita for about six months now and I am truly convinced that she feels very happy and fulfilled in her role as a female servant. It is not a fantasy any more it is reality to its fullness. I think that by that stage Harita is not a cross dresser playing a role, it is more than that; it is a new life attitude. She is really and truly happier in that world than in her previous world of high executives. She can be also very natural dressed in her Indian clothes." She stopped for a sip of her tea looking at both of us. I was still very uncomfortable playing with my loose apron but grateful to Arka who was trying to explain my feelings to my obviously very skeptical Mistress. "Go on Arka," Pam said, "You are a clever and perceptive girl; you seem to understand Harita quite well." Arka encouraged by Pam continued more eagerly now, "This is why I suggested that Indian trip for Harita Mrs. Manley; it will be a unique chance for a new identity, so different and far apart form her previous one, a stay of two months in New Delhi among my friends and relatives will be very beneficial, Harita will learn true humility, she will feel it to her bones what it means to be a member of a lower caste, it will be like an incarnation to another life for her." Pam looked impressed, "You make it sound exotically appealing as you describe this trip Arka. But I really and truly need Harita's input in this; after all it is her life we are talking about." She turned to me waiting for an answer. I had to say something now, in fact I was ready for an answer now, Arka's description of the trip somehow inspired me. "I will try to be very frank with you Pam," I said earnestly. I haven't used my wife's first name in months but I felt in this particular case it was more natural to do so. Pam felt the same because she simply said, "Go on Nikki, I am all ears." I continued in a more determined way, "I always based our relationship in honesty and straightforwardness and I know you feel the same. I think Arka is right, I certainly see life in a different perspective now, it is not a cross dresser's fantasy anymore, it is rather a search for an identity. This whole Indian venture fascinates me and of course the presence of Arka makes me fell more at ease because I completely trust her." Arka smiled at me whispering a 'thank you', as I kept talking, "I must admit though that I am quite frightened as well; this whole story of getting a new passport and come back to this country as a migrant worries me a lot, I will be completely at the mercy of the authorities or my employer who I hope will be still you Pam, though I can see that other jobs will come up like the part time cleaning job in your company and God knows what else. All in all it will be a frightening but challenging new phase in my life." I stopped and looked at both of them, Pam spoke first, "Well that clears the ground considerably Harita," I noticed she started calling me Harita again, "You obviously are ready to move on and I can only say to you at this instant, quite formally and in the presence of your friend Arka that whatever happens in the future and for whatever difficulties you face as a migrant worker will have my full backing, including the legal services of our company." I was about to thank her, I certainly needed that reassurance but she continued talking, "Of course your case Harita is quite tricky with all sorts of legal implications; for instance what happens to Nick, is he going to be residing abroad maintaining all his rights as my lawful husband or is he going to be declared 'legally missing'. I still have to think about that and get some serious legal advice discreetly of course." A surge of panic went through me like a strong electric shock. Was I prepared to abandon for ever my male identity with all its benefits and rights for an obscure future at the mercy and/or good will of Pam, Arka or who ever else was going to be my future employer? Pam once again managed to calm my fears. "I think you can start your trip to India Harita traveling with your legal passport as Nick and live your new life there under Arka's surveillance and instructions. In the mean time I'll sort all legal aspects of your case at this end. If I have the slightest worry about any serious future implications I'll certainly ask you to come back to this country as Nick and not as Harita. I hope you can trust me on that issue." "Of course I trust you Madam," I was back addressing her formally again, "In fact I totally rely on you in that matter, I'll do whatever you consider proper for me." We all were exhausted at that stage; it was nearly three in the morning. "Right girls," Pam said standing up and ready to go, "I am off to bed. Arka you are welcomed to stay tonight in the guest room, it is far too late to go home; we all meet again in the morning to discuss more practical matters during breakfast, for instance I need a replacement in this house during Harita's absence and so is your employer Arka; I hope Annie de Laurentis will be able to help. Good night girls!" I was automatically on my feet as Pam departed, saying 'good night Madam' with a little bob, Arka on the other hand remained seated saying a simple 'good night Mrs. Manley' in a rather friendly and confident manner, she wasn't acting as a maid anymore. I went to bed feeling emotionally and physically exhausted. Dreams... busy dreams...scary dreams...exciting dreams...My subconscious mind was in turmoil. Indian bazaars, Muslim harems, women in diaphanous sarees, other women in heavy Muslim robes and veils, bearded ferocious men, eunuchs, and among them was circulating a creature of undetermined sex, an androgyne. Could that be me? I was about to scream in my sleep when the alarm clock went off. I looked at it, 7.00am. I better get up, put my uniform on and start breakfast. Today the final details of my future are going to be determined. The trip to India is now imminent... EPILOGUE There are several ways this story can continue. Each reader can imagine his/her preferred version. My proposed scenario: Harita and Arka travel to India. Harita is more rigorously feminized in an 'Indian manner' following the strict Hijra codes under the guidance of Arka and other members of her family. She starts taking various natural remedies which enhance feminine characteristics including a moderate breasts growth. Those remedies are increasing the flow of estrogen in her body without the side effects of the chemically produced female hormones. All the paper work is done at both ends and Harita obtains an Indian passport under the name of Harita Nalini Latim. Annie de Laurentis makes all the arrangements through her domestic agency to import Harita as a domestic worker to be employed by Mrs. Pamela Manley under a three years contract. Pam is starting the legal procedure to declare Nick 'legally missing'. All his assets are frozen until matters are finalized. Harita is firmly 'locked' in her new identity. Pam is sending her to work part time as a cleaner in her company under the surveillance of Miss Debbie Simmons. Arka is coming back and is employed by Miss Annie de Laurentis as her assistant in her domestic agency. Soon she will become a junior partner in the agency. She starts using Harita to clean her apartment every second Sunday with Pam's blessings. From then on, anything can happen. Life plays often tricky games!