Every year on Halloween in our company there was one tradition. Once upon a time, when we were still 8 years old, we all came up with a lot of different images together and wrote them down on a piece of paper. Every year before Halloween, we got together and pulled a piece of paper from the hat. We were not always happy with the image, but it was a good tradition and we always followed the rules.<br />This year I was probably the most unlucky. I don't know who could have come up with such a stupid image, probably it was Sophie's childish mind, but I got the image of a Muslim woman. Everyone laughed in unison and I already thought that maybe I would give it to some girl, but there was not even a talk about it and it was impossible to break the rules. As soon as I hinted at drawing out another piece of paper, everyone looked at me very seriously, although it was clear from them that they could hardly restrain their laughter.<br />In fact, the image was simple. I tried to choose something the least feminine so as not to feel completely uncomfortable. I found some old long red robe and tied a scarf around my head and thought that was enough.<br />I was pleased that I did not have to dress more feminine and at the same time that I fulfilled the conditions.<br />On the way to a party with friends, we met this old woman. At first she passed by, but then I felt her touch my shoulder. She came back and looked at me angrily<br />- How dare you defame the immaculate image of a Muslim woman ?!<br />- What? Calm down, today is Halloween and it's a holiday<br />&#8220;Do you think it's funny to dress up as a Muslim woman for Halloween? Do you think this is funny !?<br />- What's the matter with you? We're just going to a party<br />But she had already dropped to her knees on the ground and began to speak some strange words. In parallel with all this, I looked at her not knowing what to do. I didn't notice how my clothes started to change. Instead of my men's boxers, women's panties began to form under the red robe. My T-shirt started to shrink and turn into a bra. My whole body changed under the robe while I looked at the woman and thought what to tell her to calm her down. Make-up appeared on my face, and long hair grew under the headscarf, which immediately lay in a bun so that it would not unravel. At the end, I was no longer in a red robe, but in a red tight dress and high-heeled shoes<br />- Listen! Take it easy! Hey guys, what do we do?<br />My friends looked at me in shock and said something, but I did not understand their words. It seemed to me that they were talking some kind of gibberish. They pointed a finger at me and I realized that something was wrong. I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes. I was wearing completely different clothes, but the most important thing is that I felt a strange weight on my chest and the pressure of the bra straps on my shoulders. I suddenly noticed that I understood the woman's words.<br />-... and may she live a decent life as a worthy wife!<br />After this phrase, the woman looked at me and began to disappear. More precisely, everything around became as if in a fog and in a few seconds I was in some other place in another house. Muslim music was playing here and I understood the words of this song. Two children were running next to me, and guests were sitting at the table. One of the kids ran up to me<br />- Mum! Well, when will it be sweet?<br />I looked at the child and other people in shock without understanding anything. I pushed him away and heard him cry. Suddenly everyone paid attention to me and fell silent. Some male voice nearby said<br />- Guzel. You shouldn't have done that. You forgot your place!<br />He grabbed me tightly by the hand and led me somewhere, and I walked and tried to break free and not fall on high heels<br />...<br />Later I found out that I ended up in Turkmenistan.<br /><br /><span><span>If you like my stories and want to see others or sequels, then you can support me:</span></span><span>&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a></span>