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The door to the room closed behind them, and immediately the girl turned to him with a conspiratorial smile.
— Look! — She joyfully turned to the chest by the wall, lifted the lid, and pulled out some folded fabrics.
Jacob froze. This... was clothing?
— I sewed you a new dress, Hadiya! — she proudly held out a long, richly embroidered tunic with patterns. — You know how much I love making beautiful things for you. Look, I even made the hem longer, just how you like it.
— O... — he almost choked when he realized he had to say something.
The girl clapped her hands together.
— Well, come on, try it on!
Jacob felt a chill spread through him. Try on the dress? He could barely manage with the body he had in what he was already wearing! Even now, the tight hijab, the constricting bra, and uncomfortable thong were driving him crazy. And now, they were asking him to put on even more feminine clothes, and in front of strangers?
He tried to step back, but the girl didn’t back off, eagerly trembling with impatience.
— Are you shy? — she giggled, then squinted mischievously. — Or maybe... you're tired after the walk? Or... you just don't want to please me?
Jacob swallowed. Refusing was dangerous. If this girl was really one of his "husband's" wives, or even a close friend, her resentment could cause unwanted questions. He had to find a way out.
— I... I’m a bit tired, — he forced out, trying to sound confident, but feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
— Then you’ll change, and I’ll make you some tea! — she cheerfully concluded, nudging him toward the chest.
"Shit!" Jacob took a deep breath. There was no turning back now. He reached out and grabbed the dress, feeling how the thin fabric lightly rested in his palms. It was something soft, flowing, with embroidered patterns. It felt almost weightless to the touch, but at the same time, it was too fancy, too beautiful.
— Come on, I’ll help you! — the girl was already reaching for his shoulders, about to help him take off the hijab.
Inside Jacob, everything flipped. She was going to undress him! He would have to stand in front of this girl in just his underwear, feeling her assessing gaze, feeling the absurdity of his situation.
— N-no! — it came out too sharply.
The girl froze, her eyebrows raised in surprise.
— I’ll do it myself, — he added a bit softer, struggling to swallow the lump of humiliation in his throat.
— Alright, — she smiled, but clearly wasn’t planning to leave. — Then I’ll wait.
"My God, no..." Jacob slowly turned to the chest, trying to hide the panic on his face. He had to act quickly. He had to change somehow, without giving away his fear, and at the same time, not take too long.
He carefully pulled off the hijab, feeling his long hair fall softly onto his shoulders. It was strange. His own hair had always been short, and now... now it tickled his neck, sliding down his back, causing unfamiliar sensations.
Next came the tunic he had worn over his underwear. He slowly pulled it off over his head, trying not to look at his reflection in the mirror on the wall. But out of the corner of his eye, he still caught the image of a woman with voluptuous curves, her bare arms, and her breasts barely contained in a dark lace bra.