A temporary wedding

Amira was fiddling with her niqab, which was constantly getting caught by the wind. She still didn't like to wear it, as the black garment blocked her vision. She could see only through a tiny slit, unlike the hijab she more preferred. But she was forgetting more and more that she wore it after some minutes. Now outside, Ahmed pointed out that she had to use the second layer of the garment, which made her view even more blurry and hid her brown eyes. "Come on, Amira,", he snorted. She didn't like his tone today, but said nothing. And she didn't like to be called Amira. Just weeks ago, her name was Jim. He still struggled with how he became a Muslim wife, wearing a hijab or a niqab and wandering through the city behind her "husband", back from the mosque to his car to drive into her new home. And this was her life now, at least for two more months.

Amira was fiddling with her niqab, which was constantly getting caught by the wind. She still didn't like to wear it, as the black garment blocked her vision. She could see only through a tiny slit, unlike the hijab she more preferred. But she was forgetting more and more that she wore it after some minutes. Now outside, Ahmed pointed out that she had to use the second layer of the garment, which made her view even more blurry and hid her brown eyes. "Come on, Amira,", he snorted. She didn't like his tone today, but said nothing. And she didn't like to be called Amira. Just weeks ago, her name was Jim. He still struggled with how he became a Muslim wife, wearing a hijab or a niqab and wandering through the city behind her "husband", back from the mosque to his car to drive into her new home. And this was her life now, at least for two more months.

It all started when he got too curious. Jim was a crossdresser. He liked the feeling of female clothes, the soft blowing of skirts and dresses on his legs, and admired women walking in heels. He didn't picture himself as a woman. He was just intrigued by the clothes of the opposite gender. Over the years, he bought quite a wardrobe of some tasteful, often slutty garments, but mostly stayed closeted. He was living in a large apartment in the city. Jim was around 172 cm tall and had a slim build, which he kept in shape with yoga, pilates, and running.

He was working for an IT company, mostly from home. Since some months, his girlfriend Pam has been living with him, which makes it nearly impossible to crossdress regularly. He met Pam at a local coffee shop, where he ordered his black coffee. Smalltalk led to dates, although Jim was shy. She made the first move, asking him for a date. They instantly hit it off and soon became inseparable. Pam was open-minded and accepting, but Jim was hesitant to reveal his crossdressing desires.

On the other hand, she gave him comfort, some order, and meaning in his life. Jim enjoyed the companionship and social activities that came with having Pam in his life. They frequently went out together, meeting her friends and engaging in various social events. While he missed the freedom to crossdress regularly due to their living arrangement, Jim found solace in the happiness and stability that Pam brought into his life. He felt good.

Jim still found ways to indulge in his passion for crossdressing. He would discreetly dress up whenever he had the apartment to himself and was sure that Pam would not show up. Working remotely from home gave him plenty of opportunities, and he was working his IT tickets mostly in short skirts and with his breastplate, making sure to switch back to boymode before Pam arrived. Sometimes he longed back for those weekends, where he stayed in femme mode all weekend.

Then there was an opportunity arising: Pamela was going on a two-week trip with her parents. He had an online work conference at the same time, which meant he would have the entire apartment to himself for a few days. Excited about the prospect, Jim started planning his crossdressing extravaganza, carefully selecting his favorite outfits and accessories for the next 14 days. He couldn't wait to fully embrace his true self without any limitations or interruptions.

And he thought about buying a special garment: He was always fascinated by the shiny hijabs and thought about how those devoted women in the abayas wore them effortlessly. He imagined being one of them, chattering and wandering around together through the city. He knew He wanted to buy one.

So, on the first day she left, he decided to get a hijab. He showered, got some coffee, and started his morning routine. He skipped shaving, as it would make his story more authentic. The story? He was just a colleague trying to buy a present for a female Muslim friend.

No crossdresser would go out without a neat shave, he thought, but a friend in a hurry? This seemed OK as a story, he thought. He put on some jeans, a shirt, and some sneakers, as it was quite warm outside. Then he left his apartment building and took the bus to the more Muslim part of the city. Some months ago, he discovered the fashion store with hijabs and flowing abayas in the window.

Two Muslimas in Abayas and Hijabs were inside, sorting clothes and chatting. He peered through the window, unsure and thinking about going back and ordering it online. Why had he not ordered it before, he thought. He feared about the packaging, and buying it in a store with cash was more anonymous, he had thought.