Andy had got a bit drunk that night.

Trouble was, when he got drunk, he started shooting his mouth off. His friends tried to get him to shut up, or lower his voice at least, but he was getting rather ‘loud’.

Then he started using racist slurs, saying some women had only got the jobs they had because they had turned up for their interviews in burqas.

“They’re not really religious”, he said. “After all, they started the job wearing normal clothes, albeit with a hijab. The burqa was just to intimidate the staff during the interview…”

A burqa wearing woman, sitting near the back, was particularly insulted. She was one of the woman that had got the job.

She decided that someone needed teaching a lesson…

Falia sneaked into the toilet at the pub, slipped out of her burqa, folded it up and packed it into her bag, telling herself that she was doing it to punish a racist bigot. She was proud of her religion, and her burqa.

She then went back into the bar and arranged to ‘bump into’ Andy.

The pair really hit it off; Andy soon invited Falia back to his flat. He had no idea what he was letting himself in for…

Andy woke up the next morning with a real hangover. He then sat up with a start…

He couldn’t speak; he was gagged. A big ball sat in his mouth, totally blocking it. He went to lift his hands to try and remove it, but they were trapped too; fastened to a belt locked round his waist. He also felt the cold steel of a chastity belt between his legs.

“Mmmmph!”

He sprang to his feet and nearly fell over. He had tripped both because of the short chain locked between his ankles and the weight of the breasts that he was now sporting. However, he couldn’t see that…

Looking in the mirror, a burqa clad woman stared back…

Andy fought to get free, without success, whimpering into his gag.

At that point, Falia came back into the room, dressed identically to Andy (apart from the bondage ‘accessories’).

“Come on, sister!”, she said. “You’ll be late for prayer.”

Andy shook his head, moaning into his gag. He wasn’t going anywhere, especially with that madwoman!

Falia leaned over, and whispered by Andy’s ear…

“I strongly suggest you come with me. If you don’t, I might lose the keys to your chastity belt, and/or your gag. If you co-operate, you might end up getting your life back.”

“Oh, by the way, your name is now Malia. You’re my handicapped girlfriend, and I am your full-time carer as well. No-one is expecting you to speak or do anything for yourself; they know you need constant care and are prone to the occasional fit…”

Falia pressed a button on her phone. The vibrator rammed into Andy’s anus started up…

“Mmmmmghh!”, Andy moaned, loudly, shaking.

“See what I mean…?”, said Falia, sweetly…

Falia turned off the vibrator, but Andy couldn’t stop shaking. He felt totally helpless.

“Oh, by the way, the so-called bondage gear that you’re wearing is quite normal for other ‘girls’ in your situation, if they don’t accept Purdah. I was like it to start with; it was only when my husband died and left his estate to me, which shocked everyone but proved he really loved me, that I had to be released to run the business. You never know; we might find someone for you…”

“I suggest you either get that rear end of yours trained to accept large objects, or you have the front end modified. It’s up to you…”

Andy’s eyes widened in horror as Falia took him to the mosque…

Falia had already explained to those in charge why she had brought Andy, and they completely agreed.

Andy was shocked into silence; he couldn’t believe he was out as a woman, especially a Muslim one. Despite everything, though, he was actually getting interested…

He started learning about what Falia had to go through each day. Everywhere they went, people insulted and ridiculed them. For some reason, people that accepted them in their area were the exception, not the norm.

He took it as a personal insult when people looked down at him; even though his arms were useless, he still stood in the way of a man who tried to hit Falia…

The man was her father. He was cross with her because Falia was refusing to go through with an arranged marriage, in a rare protest from her.

Falia’s father was shocked when Andy got in the way.

“Who is this, who dares block me?”, he asked.

Falia then made him gasp…

“This is Malia. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend!?”, her father shrieked. “How dare you!”

Falia ignored her father, checking Andy.

“Malia, are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

Andy shook his head.

Shocking her father further, Falia then turned her back on him, helping Malia back to their room.

“Why did you do that for me…?”, she asked, confused.

Andy just snuggled up against her as best as he could. He was fast understanding what Falia’s life had really been like; he knew that she hadn’t just been teaching him a lesson, she was desperate for company, a person that she had chosen.

“Would you do anything for me?”, she asked.

Andy, to her amazement, nodded.

“Would you become Malia for me?”

To her surprise and shock, Andy nodded again…

Falia immediately released Andy’s bondage, completely, but not without some trepidation. She was scared that Andy was saying whatever she wanted, just so she would free him.

As soon as she unlocked him, though, he threw his arms around her.

“I love you!”, he said. “Your kinky side as well, come to think of it…”

He said the last with a giggle.

“I’m so sorry for what I said about you, earlier. I had no idea.”

Falia had tears in her eyes.

“I don’t deserve you…”, she said, cuddling Andy. “Andy, thank you.”

“Call me Malia”, Andy said. “It’s my name, after all…”

Falia stayed by Malia’s side all through her transition. During this time, the pair grew closer and closer.

“You do realise I’ll never be able to go to the Mosque again, don’t you?”, said Malia. “After all, being transgender is a sin as far as the Muslim faith goes.”

“I can still have my beliefs”, said Falia. “I just love you more…”

Both Falia and Malia decided to stop wearing Burqas. It was a big break for them, especially as Malia’s hair was now growing out and almost shoulder length, as the hormone therapy that Falia had paid for was working well. Both women still wore hijabs, and appropriate matching clothing.

Then came the night that Malia had been dreading…

Her first night out since transitioning.

Falia had invited her to the same pub as Andy insulted her before…

“I can’t!”, she cried. “What if my old friends are there…?”

“I hope they are”, said Falia. “I want you to see what they are really like...!”

Tears filled Malia’s eyes.

“I can’t…”

“Please, love. For me…”

Eventually, Falia and Malia went to the pub (something else that would be frowned upon by their elders).

Malia, on her way back from the toilet, managed to walk right past her old friends, who were making real idiots of themselves having drunk way too much.

They didn’t even notice her…

Malia couldn’t help it. She was chuckling as she rejoined Falia.

“You were right”, she said. “This is priceless…!”

The two women had a very pleasant evening…