Rabiah and Aicha

Rose took a deep breath.

While his skin felt smoother as they exited the clothing store, it had not been his intention to get swept up into the local culture.

'You want this.'

'Being a muslim woman is what you truly want to be.'

Aabid gave Rose a slight tap. He turned around, letting his gaze take his 'guide' in. The hijab in question was pale red one, with a matching floral long dress. Compared to his

"Something wrong?" he inquired, voice surprisingly feminine. Rose took a deep breath. Part of him felt rude asking this in the moment. But then new memories

"Can you take me to a mosque, Aicha?" he remarked, getting a look from Aabid. After, a nod. He didn't even realize the name that Rose called her.

"Are you sure, dear?"

Rose nodded. This was why she had come to Saudia Arabia in the first place.

"Yes."

With that, the pair made a beeline for the mosque. There, Rose came to a stop. This was it. Her goal was in reach for lack of a better word. It felt... good.

"Rabiah, I need you to repeat the Shamada three times." Aicha explained, whispering into his girlfriend's ear. "No matter what, I still will be your girlfriend."

Rabiah gave a nod.

"La ilaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasoolu Allah."

"La ilaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasoolu Allah."

"La ilaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasoolu Allah."

Walking over to Brabiah, a kiss followed.

"You're a muslim now." Aicha whispered, getting a nod from her girlfriend. Just barely, the start of breasts formed.