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."