Chapter 10: The New Attire

Vishal left Randi alone in the apartment, insisting that she stay naked while he went out to go shopping. He had no intention of ever letting her wear her American clothes again. He wanted to shape her into the image of the woman he desired, and this was the first step.

When he returned a few hours later, he was carrying several large bags, a smug smile playing on his lips. Randi looked up from the bed, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear.

Vishal began to pull out the items he had purchased, laying them out on the bed one by one. The first were a pair of impossibly high platform heels, the kind Randi had only ever seen strippers wear. She looked at them, her eyes widening in intimidation. But Vishal had chosen well—the heels were pink with shiny sparkles, her favorite color, and despite her reservations, she couldn’t help but admire them.

Next, Vishal pulled out reams of cheap jewelry that looked expensive—bracelets, large hoop earrings, and even a silver waist chain with decorative trinkets that shone under the light. He insisted that it was the finest jewelry in the country, a blatant lie, but Randi believed him without question. She eagerly put on the bracelets, the earrings, and the waist chain, feeling a thrill at the way they sparkled and shimmered on her body.

Finally, Vishal pulled out the pièce de résistance—a thick pink collar, adorned with the word “Randi” in fake diamonds. He handed it to her, his eyes gleaming with pride. Randi took the collar, her fingers tracing the letters of her new name. She put it on, feeling the weight of it around her neck. Vishal added a small lock to the collar, ensuring that it couldn’t be removed without his permission. He stood back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smile.

Randi looked at him, her eyes filled with dismay. “Vishal, where are the clothes you promised? I can’t wear just this.”

Vishal’s smile never wavered as he calmly explained, “Randi, you do not need clothes anymore. You look so much better this way. My friends will love you even more for embracing your true self. Trust me, you will be the most beautiful woman at the party.”

Randi looked down at her naked body, adorned with the sparkling jewelry and the collar that bore her new name. She felt a mix of humiliation and excitement, a sense of being seen and appreciated in a way she never had before. She thought over Vishal’s words, silencing her outward reluctance. She had come this far, and she was determined to see it through, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the night ahead. She had become Randi, and Randi would embrace this new role, this new identity, with all her heart.