Jim enters the shop

"Lets do it", he murmured, and took all his courage together.

He tried to enter without being noticed, but he raised attention nonetheless. A man in a women's fashion store for Muslim clothes is like a sheep on the street. As he browsed through the shop, his eyes were drawn to a beautiful hijab hanging on the rack. Without hesitation, he picked it up and glided his fingers through the silk garment, feeling a sense of intrigue and curiosity wash over him. Unbeknownst to him, his actions had caught the attention of the Muslim women nearby, who exchanged puzzled glances amongst themselves.

"Hi, I am Aisha. Can I help you?" asked the woman, who seemed to be the shop owner. The man quickly realized his mistake and felt a pang of embarrassment as he lowered the hijab. He apologized profusely, explaining that he was simply intrigued by its intricate design, was searching for a hijab as a birthday gift for his female friend. The woman nodded understandingly. She kindly offered to assist him in finding the perfect hijab, sharing their knowledge about different styles and materials. Grateful for their guidance, JIm began browsing through the beautiful collection of hijabs. As he was feeling the materials, his dick started to stiffen. He was excited.

Finally, he settled on a purple gray patterned, shiny hijab. As he made his selection, the man couldn't help but admire the intricate details and craftsmanship of the hijab. As he got lost in his thoughts, the elderly woman asked him, "Do you need anything else? We also sell wonderful bonnets and have just the perfect abaya for this, which would be perfect for the upcoming Eid."

Jim, excited as he was, answered, "Well, that would be a good addition to the present; can you show it to me?

The elderly woman smiled warmly and led Jim to a rack filled with beautifully designed abayas in various colors and patterns. As she carefully selected one that matched his style, Jim couldn't help but feel grateful for her helpfulness.

"What size does your "friend" have? She asked him. Jim hesitated for a moment, realizing that he didn't actually know the size of his friend's abaya. He quickly replied, "I'm not entirely sure, but I believe she usually wears a medium or large; she has nearly the same body size as me." The elderly woman nodded and assured him that they could make any necessary adjustments if needed. "Just bring your "friend" with you next time," she said. "Or, do YOU want to try it on for her? She asked slowly. Jim blushed at the suggestion. "Is this possible?", He asked, getting a bit flustered. The elderly woman chuckled kindly and reassured him that it was just a joke. "Of course, we wouldn't expect you to try it on for her," she said with a warm smile. "But it's always helpful to have the person you're buying for present, so we can ensure the perfect fit.

Jim look down. Aisha noticed his unease and quickly added: Well, it's not common, but we can certainly make it happen if you'd like. We strive to provide the best fit for our customers, so trying it on yourself might be a good idea." Jim hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He appreciated the woman's willingness to accommodate his request, but he wasn't sure if he was comfortable trying on women's clothing. Nevertheless, he decided to give it a try, wanting to ensure the perfect fit.

He didn't know she had seen through his charade. As he stepped into the fitting room, the woman discreetly exchanged a knowing glance with her coworker. They both understood that Jim's hesitation had nothing to do with being uncomfortable buying clothes for women.

"So, what bust size does your girlfriend have?", Aisha asked , trying to break the ice and make Jim feel more at ease. Jim hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He had some breastforms at home, which made him a 34C. "I don't know, he answered. I think she has some larger breasts.

Aisha nodded and made a D sign with her fingers in the direction of one of her helpers.

One of them went to the undergarment section of the shop. She discreetly picked out a few items that she thought would suit Jim's true intentions, placing them in a bag to bring back to the fitting room. "Here, please put those on before for the right fit", she said, handing him the bag.

As he opened it, he froze. His dick got hard as he saw the black shaping body with the built-in bra. It didn't look sexy or very special, but was nevertheless a very feminine garment. Next to it, there were thick opaque tights in black He thought about it for a moment, then said, "Is this really necessary? I mean, I don't mind trying them on if it helps with the fitting process, but I'm not sure if they're really my style."

So, then, what is your style?" asked Aisha curious. "You see, for the perfect fit, it would be good if you got some female curves, like your friend. That way, we can ensure that the dress hugs your body in all the right places." Aisha pointed to a mannequin wearing a similar dress, showcasing how it accentuated the curves just a little. "But don't worry, we can always find a different style that suits you—I mean, your "friend—better if this one doesn't feel right."

Jim took the body out and covered the curtain. He undressed slowly and folded his jeans, pullover, and shorts neatly on the bench. Then he put on the body and closed the clasp between his legs. His dick started to get alive. With his right hand, he tucked his enlarged member between his legs.

Then he looked into the mirror. He adjusted the body, making sure it fit snugly and accentuated his figure. Jim couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence as he admired his transformed appearance. He smiled, ready to embrace the new style and confidently face the world.

Aisha observed, "This particular style is designed to enhance your natural shape and create a more streamlined silhouette. It will help accentuate your curves even more, giving you a confident and flattering look." She smiled reassuringly, adding, "Remember, it's all about finding the right fit that makes your friend feel comfortable and confident in her skin."

Jim nodded appreciatively and thanked Aisha for her advice. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as he imagined how the sculpted body would enhance his appearance and boost his confidence.

"When you are finished, here is something to help you get curves like your friend," she said, and she gave him another bag. As Jim opened it, he saw some large breasts. Jim's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the breast forms. He realized that Aisha was going above and beyond to support him in his journey towards feeling more comfortable in his own body. Grateful for her thoughtfulness, Jim couldn't wait to try them on and see how they would contribute to his newfound confidence. Little did he know. He should have left.

But he was too caught up in the excitement of the moment to consider any potential consequences. Jim quickly dismissed any doubts and decided to trust Aisha. He put the large breasts on his body and admired himself in the mirror, feeling a surge of empowerment and validation. He then put on the long, flowing abaya over his head, which fell to the ground. However, as he walked out of the room, he noticed a strange sensation and discomfort that he couldn't ignore.

He felt feminine and looked into Aisha's eyes. Aisha noticed the perplexed expression on Jim's face and asked if everything was alright. Jim hesitated for a moment before confessing his discomfort, realizing that the unfamiliar sensation was due to his lack of experience wearing such clothing.

"It fits perfectly, don't you think?" She said. Jim nodded, still feeling self-conscious. He appreciated Aisha's support and understanding, but he couldn't shake off the lingering unease.

"Here, there is one thing left", she says, grabbing the bonnet and putting it over his hair, stuffing it up with a scrunchy. Then she took off the hijab. She gently placed the silk layer on Jim's head, adjusting it to ensure it was secure and comfortable. With some magnets and two pins, she fixed it. "Come on, let's have a look at our mirrored stage." She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the mirrors. As he looked at his reflection, Jim felt a mix of nervousness and curiosity about how others would perceive him in this new attire.

As he looked into the mirror, he saw two hijabis with shiny headscarves and flowing abayas. They could have been mother and daughter, although his beard stubbled face gave his gender away. Jim couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment as he admired his transformed appearance. The elegant hijab and abaya not only enhanced his outer beauty but also allowed him to fully embrace a new cultural experience. "Aren't you beautiful?" Aisha said, "As It is made for you." Jim smiled at Aisha's words, grateful for her encouragement.

"I will take it, he said." Then he looked into the face of Aisha, and he got fearful. She mustered him and said, "You know, in Islam and also in Christianity, we don't like liars." Jim's heart raced as he realized the weight of his decision. He had been so caught up in the excitement of his transformation that he hadn't considered the potential consequences. "I think I'll leave", he stammered.