Muslim Wives?

Poking his head out, Farhan took the time to assess the situation for the moment. While disposing of his male clothes in the trashcan of a woman's restroom may have not been the best idea, it was the least of his worries at the moment.

Right now, he needed to get back to his wife. Maybe she had some idea on how to fix the strange feeling that he got when his old clothes touched his skin.

"Just a little farther." he thought, scurrying over to his doorway and pulling out his key. Thankfully, he had made sure to grab all his personal information and keys. Would've sucked if he hadn't.

Heading on through, Farhan could already feel his wife's gaze on him.

"Farhan, why are you dressed in that garment?" she shouted, grabbing hold of the niqab. When hand met fabric, she came to a stop.

"Something wrong, Aliah?" Farhan inquired, his wife's hand returning to the side. Her gaze was still on him, but it had a different look to it. One of love, almost. Taking a deep breath, he let the words roll on out. "I want to dress like you from now on."

Silence.

To some extent, Aliah couldn't believe the words that had just come out of her husband's mouth. Yet, why was she willing to look beyond that.

"I wish to be your wife, just as much as you are my wife." Farhan continued, Aliah pulling his niqab away and pulling him into a kiss.

Breaking away, Aliah handed her 'wife' a set of gloves.

"You forget your gloves, Fatma." Aliah cooed, 'Fatma's' face turning pink. He looked away, slipping on the gloves. Had either of them been paying attention, they would've noticed Fatma's beard disappearing along with the rest of his body hair. "Thank you for getting me a replacement niqab and abaya."

Fatma nodded, hand grabbing hold of that of her wife's.

A coat of makeup (red lipstick and some eyeshadow) followed. Not enough to make him look like a woman, but that can change some other day.

"Let's see how you look in some other outfits." Aliah explained, pulling Fatma along. But not before turning off the meal on the stove.

Inside their bedroom, Fatma found herself trying out a dozen different outfits. It all felt quite good.