And so your new life begins. As punishment for a single insult, you will spend the rest of your life as ignorant Mexican peasant-woman!
He take's you across the border into Mexico and show's you your new home. A squat, rambling house of mud-brick alongside the road. As tourists enter from Texas, you can watch them drive past in their shiny, new cars and think "That would have been my life."
But that isn't your life. Your husband tell's you that he is 70 years old, and that he has had three wives already. You are wife number four. You are still only 15-years old and you were sold to him by a poor family in another part of the state in exchange for 500 American dollars and a used tractor.
"So you see, running back to them wont help, as they'd just send you right back to me. And you'll have no help from your REAL parents, as they'll never recognize the ignorant peasant girl you are as their missing son."
So you really had little choice but to adapt to the situation. You were instructed to keep the house clean, tend to the large garden, milk the goats and feed the chickens every day. Your husband left every morning and returned from his work at noon and dusk, when he expected to have lunch and dinner waiting on the table. You are surprised that you know how to cook traditional Mexican dishes.
"I gave you these skills." your husband tell's you when you question him about it. "I removed knowledge that you didn't need, and replaced it with things you did need."
"What...what did you take?"
He smiled and winked at you. "I took your ability to read English, and do higher math. You also don't know anything about American history or trivia. You can still speak some English (how else would you sell peppers from our garden to the tourists who stop), but I replaced most of your English with Spanish. Also, you know how to cook, clean and work in the garden. And when our son is born, you'll know just what to do."
Then he stood and took you in his arms. "And now it's time to work on that some more."
You tremble, but do not resist as her carries you into the bedroom. For the last month you've had sex with this terrible old man at least twice, and sometimes three times a day. At first you hated it, then you slowly grew used to his desires. Now...you craved him just as much as he did you. He lowers you to the bed, undresses (with your help) and takes you violently, cursing you as a dirty whore and a worthless slut all the while.
After he's finished you lay next to him and run your hands through his thick, white chest hair. He's so strong and handsome...
The days flow together, and soon you feel yourself growing large with your babies. The doctor comes by and tells you that you've twins, and the old man beams with pride. The doctor tell's you that your hips and vagina are perfect for childbirth and that it was almost as if you were made for it.
The old man grins, and says "Yes, she's a fine girl. I fully expect to have many sons by her over the years. Many sons.
The old man stops cursing at you during sex, and he becomes tender and loving. As your belly swells larger and larger you find sex more uncomfortable, so like a good wife you start to give your man blow jobs every night. It's not fair that he should go without just because you can't perform.
Then the day come's and you finally give birth. It's a home delivery, and after twelve painful hours you push two beautiful, healthy boys into the world. The midwife hands them to you and you weep for joy at the sight of them. Your wonderful husband kisses them both on the forehead, then you on the cheek.
"Happy birthday."
"What?" you ask. You don't understand.
"I said Happy Birthday, my love. It's been almost a year since you...came into my possession. Today you've turned 16."
Suddenly a flood of memories pours in. You were a boy! You were an American! You should be finishing with high school and getting ready for collage!
He leaves and you lift your new babies up to your huge breasts. They both batten down and start to suckle, chasing away thought's of your old life for a moment. Then slowly the memories of your old life and family begin to crowd back in.
Your father. Your mother. Your sister. Even all your friends.
You stand and waddle to wards the mirror. You see a short, fat Mexican girl with two newborn infants sucking at her massive breasts. Over the months you were pregnant you gained a lot of weight, going from a plump and round 140 lbs to a very fat...
You see a scale and you step on it. The midwife told you that your babies were both eight pounds each...so...
You weigh 262 lbs!
All that fat on such a small girl gives you a very round, almost comical appearance. Thighs, hips, belly, breasts...everything is thick and soft with new blubber!
Then you look down at your babies and start to calm down. That boy's life is over. Their's no reason to even think about it. He's gone forever.
But you can't stop thinking about it. You still act the part of the old mans wife (particularly in bed. He's right when he calls you a slut. Sex is VERY important to you now) and you take pride in keeping YOUR house clean, but as time passes you find your old personality returning.
The problem is...you can't remember your name!
Your new name is Juanita Padraza. Your husband is Gomez Padraza. Your little boys are Juan and Carlos. But what was your old name?