Sure - The ViDress is unleashed

Carefully picking the book up, you make a beeline for a spot at the table. Just behind you, Rose and Lily are hard at work assembling a new table for what you can only assume is future yous. Maybe charge a fee for each seat.

Nonetheless, you sit down and open the book up.

Farhan took a deep breath.

As days went Saudi Arabia, this one in particular seemed hotter than normal. Which was odd, considering that the weatherman had said this would be one of the cooler days this week.

So he shifted his shemagh (traditional islamic headdress similar to a nun's habit) and egal (headband that holds the shemagh up) and looked about. His wife Aliah had gotten a rip in both a niqab and abaya. Quite a bad one too, especially since it had been one of her favorites to an extent.

Which meant going out and getting her a new one while she cooked supper.

"Oh. Can I interest you in something?" a shopkeeper announced, drawing our hero over for the moment. While most of the wares looked normal enough, Farhan's gaze turned to a pair of niqab and abaya's.

Similar to his favorite set, that didn't quite explain why it was in a pair of outfits.

"How much for it?" he inquired, the shopkeeper giving the outfit set a quick look.

"130 ر.س (Riyal, currency of Saudia Arabia), sir." the shopkeeper answered, watching Farhan dig out the money. Setting it down on the table, he scooped up the outfits.

"Thank you."

As Farhan's hand grabbed hold of the garment itself, his skin began to feel... odd. Itchy and scratchy, with little in the way of actually solving the problem.

Gazing about, he found a public bathroom. Making a beeline for it, foreign thoughts invaded his head as he waded his way through the crowd of people

'You should put on the niqab and abaya.'

'You and your wife would look wonderful as a matching pair.'

The thoughts played on loop within as he entered the restroom. Had Farhan been paying attention, he would've realized that this was the woman's bathroom. Not the men's.

Thankfully, it was currently empty for the moment, so Farhan slipped into an empty stall and locked it.

Stripping out of his clothes, the feeling on his skin stopped. So he got to putting his clothes back.

"Why does my skin not like these clothes?" he thought, focusing on the niqab and abaya. Everything he was about to do was going to fly in the face of all of his teachings and social status.

In that moment, he could care less about any of those silly things.

"Here goes nothing." Farhan thought and stripped out of his old clothes. The itchy feeling stopped, even more so when he slipped the abaya on. Compared to his thawb (traditional islamic garment similar to a robe), the abaya felt surprisingly airy. Especially when compared to the thawb.

Then came the niqab. Fitting it onto his head, he straightened it till he was able to see out. Inside, he felt both limited and somehow, free.

'Go find her. Tell her you want to dress just like her.'

'Ask to be her wife. A pair of wives - just the two of you.'

Dumping his male clothes into the trash, Farhan headed for the exit of the bathroom.