Loyalty, obviously..

The morning wasn't as most mornings. She'd woken up to her husband still in bed. She didn't want to be too weird about it, but her curiosity got the better of her.

"When are you starting work hun?" She didn't mean to call him hun, she never called him hun. It would appear that the language option was intertwined with speech as well, forcing her to say things she didn't actually mean to say.

"You know I start whenever I want. I'm an independent game dev. Either way it's saturday.." He said somewhat mockingly.

"Right.. Of course" she murmured in response. Seemed like her husband had been more affected than she expected. She wondered what type of games an independent game developer could make alone. Surely not as good as the triple A titles he'd previously been responsible for..

Speaking of games.. Minh was reminded that she'd not made her choice yet when she looked at her phone. This ought to be the first time she does it in the morning, awake to experience the changes as they happen. Even her husband was around to see it, she wondered if there'd be any more significant changes to her partner this time around..

Looking at the list again, a few thoughts struck her. But she had essentially already made up her mind about which were the least detrimental to her life.

David Chestnut:
Loyalty
Agreeableness
Self awareness
Profession

Dung Phan:
Profession
BM
Nationality
Language

Loyalty was an obvious choice, same for self awareness. Becoming even more agreeable could be dangerous. As for carpenter as a profession? No thank you.
Terrified of getting a speech that was remotely similar to what she'd performed the night prior she stayed clear of the language option. This left her with BM and nationality as she also remained afraid of the potential profession in question.

Without any further revisions to her list, she submitted. This time she submitted in the morning and was denied the comfort of sleep as reality rewrote itself. She sat in bed and waited patiently for it to take effect. Slowly it began to creep up on her, that vertigo she'd experienced when accepting the secretary deal.

Once on the ground again and conscience enough to properly evaluate her surroundings she was pleased to see that the bedroom she was in was still very much the same. She didn't waste much time and went straight for the bathroom. The biggest visible change she expected was to her tattoos and piercing department after all.

Standing in front of the big mirror hanging over the sink it was difficult for her to view the lower part of her body. Still, just from what she could see from her chest and up there were some new.. additions.

The first thing immediately evident, even without a mirror was the tongue piercing. Minh opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to get a better look. There were two small metal balls visible on the top of her tongue, one a little further up than the other. At least it was semi concealable compared to the other new piercings she'd gotten..

Her right eyebrow had been in her opinion been mauled by three foreign rings hanging after one another. They weren't attached, but the way they sat so close next to each other going about a third of the length of her total eyebrow wasn't a look she was fond of..

Coming to terms with the every declining status of her own face, Minh continued down towards her body. She didn't get further than to her collarbone before another new addition presented itself. There was what appeared to be Vietnamese text written on her collar. The tattoo looked as though it was quite a bit older than the others, having been there since she was a teen, she estimated anyways.

Similarly, her back was "decorated" with further text, also in Vietnamese with the same weathered, faded look. Accompanying the text was numbers she didn't recognize the meaning of. At least there was something she could read. With her zero knowledge of the Vietnamese language, the contents of the tattoos remained a mystery to her. Fortunately they were easily concealed ..Unless she wanted to go swimming. In which case she'd have to wear a full bathing suit without an exposed back. Hardly the least of her worries though, further down her back she came to the same tramp stamp that she'd tried to hide the night before. Gook slut. Whilst the tattoo had looked freshly applied the day she "got it" it was now equally as faded and old as the one on her collarbone.

Returning to the front of her body again, she was left without the aid of her mirror. There was fortunately only one tattoo remaining to be seen. Unfortunately it was right above her crotch. It looked more like an insignia, or brand even than a tattoo. It was the third and final "new" tattoo on her body. It was quite simple, there was a circle with what seemed to be a prancing tiger in it. Around the circle was text bending around it, also in Vietnamese.

Minh figured some of the tattoos were in Vietnamese as she'd willingly given up her nationality to the app it'd make sense for her to have spent at least some time in Vietnam in this lifetime. Judging by the tattoos she'd been quite fond of getting them while growing up there. The "older" tattoos, from a few days ago, looked much newer than the "new" ones. She figured the interest in tattoos never went away, perhaps even her husband had rallied for her to get more..

With this whole new life she'd never lived she wondered what her citizenship looked like. She put her clothes back on, completely neglecting underwear, and darted for the wardrobe where she kept her passport and other important items. Rummaging through the fruit basket with items she retrieved her US passport. She let out a sigh of relief at the discovery. At least she wasn't illegal..
She spent a few more minutes looking for a possible second passport. After a while she gave up, concluding that it wasn't there. Minh was however still not satisfied with her search, and opted to ask her husband who might know.

"Have you seen my passport? I can't find it"

Walking up to Clark she could see he was sitting at his desk. Not a place he usually sat during the weekends, but given that he was an independent developer now he'd probably picked up on a few different routines. Curious about what he was working on she peeked over his shoulder. To her surprise he seemed to be playing or maybe playtesting one of his games? What shocked her was that it looked to be a sex game.

Her husband was an independent game developer that made fucking SEX GAMES. She felt guilty, this was her own fault. Hadn't she gone along with the app, or even selected different options he'd still be the stand-up guy she knew him to be. Not this fat unemployed sex game developer.
What critical logic Minh's reduced intellect had fail to acknowledge was that their apartment was mostly unchanged. Meaning he'd still have to bring in the big bucks. He might be unemployed in the sense that he didn't work for anyone. But his freelance work still brought both bread and cake to the table.

To disturb her tangent, the man in question answered her question which she'd half forgotten..

"Your US? It's in the wardrobe, in the basket?"

"I mean the other one.." she half guessed that there even was another one.

Her husband looked at her quizzically, wondering if this was a test or something.

"Uhm, you asked me to throw that away years ago.. right?" He chuckled as he said it, almost as if he was hiding something..

"Oh, yea. Right.." She pretended to remember. Obviously she didn't. All of this was new to her. She was ready to forget it. Clearly she'd wanted nothing to do with her original citizen ship. One thing was odd though. Her mother had never been to Vietnam after she first left, yet Minh had migrated from there? And if she'd been born in Vietnam, how'd her father meet her mother?

"..I have to confess something though" He added unexpectedly

"What?"

"I didn't actually get rid of it. I mean.. I did.. -Sort of" He fumbled with his words. Clearly he'd done something he felt guilty about. He reached out to one of the drawers on his desk. The one he always kept locked. It was a weird situation to begin with, but seeing that certain mannerisms and habits were still there was reassuring in a way.
He retrieved a little white envelope. It hadn't been sealed, so removing it's contents was easy enough. He pulled out a Vietnamese passport and some pictures she didn't recognize.

She walked up to him and picked up the passport and peeked inside. The picture was of her, but much younger. She also had a tan. Never in her life had she had a proper tan. This girl looked poor, not like the sheltered girl Minh remembered growing up as.

"I know you wanted to get rid of these, but I could't bring myself to do it. It's from the first time we met and it's important to me ..and hot" Minh hadn't yet seen the pictures, but based on her husbands choice of words she figured they couldn't be good news..

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