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Afroza Part Three:
So the following day I found myself driving off to Jessenia's Pilates
studio. I had agreed to drive Afroza as I didn't want to go on my own.
Afroza was sitting in my passenger seat wearing a crimson hijab and
miniskirt. This was how I wanted things.
However, Afroza had explained before we set off, that as an unmarried
woman she could not get into a car with a man. I was not convinced at
the time that this was true and wondered if it was just an excuse to get
me in a Niqab again. I said, "Fine, but I am not wearing a Niqab, false
eyelashes and mascara again! Is that a deal?"
"That's ok. I am not asking you to, but will you agree, without
question, to wear what I ask you to instead?"
"Ok," I replied, wanting to show I was game for a laugh.
"Then I have just the perfect gift for you," responded Afroza producing
a crimson burqa. "Your first burqa!"
So now I was driving my car with a crimson burqa over my head. This was
not what I had wanted or planned. I felt like a fool. I could tell
myself at least I was not wearing false lashes or makeup but it did not
matter as everyone would just assume, looking me in my Burqa, that I was
a woman anyway.
I was surprised I could actually see out through it. There was a sort of
gauze over my eyes and it took a while for me to get used to moving
around with this head covering over my head but wearing it also led to
Afroza putting her hand in mine as we walked to the car and then from
the car to the Pilates studio.
When I got to the studio, Afroza removed her hijab and helped me to
remove my burqa. So I was able to become a man again.
At the entrance to the studio I met Latifah and Jessenia who were
working as receptionists. I learnt that Amber now owned the studio.
Latifah helped Afroza and me to fill out the forms to register for a
trial membership. I had to register as Nasrullah as this was the name
they all knew me by
Jessenia then showed me to the men's changing room.
"Are there any other men in the classes?"
"I asked the same question when I first came, Nasrullah," Jessenia
replied. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a woman?
I mean I have seen you in a Niqab and a Burqa. Have you never wondered
what it would be like to take it further?"
I had begun to understand what was different about Jessenia. "Is the
reason your name means because you were plucked from the environment you
grew up in and offered to someone to put in a vase or made to look
beautiful?"
"It could be something to do with it," smirked Jessenia. "But I was
already in the vase when I changed my name. Have you, a Christian man,
not wondered why your name is a woman's name and means Victory of
Allah?"
She left me to get changed.
I put on my half tight running shorts and tee shirt and went into the
Pilates studio.
It was full of women in sports bras and either shorts or what they
called Pilates pants or in leotards and leg warmers.
Then a guy called Omar came in to teach the class. He introduced
himself and me, as the new member of the class by my new name of
Nasrullah. That led to some giggling amongst Afroza and the girls. I
couldn't help but notice, because he stood on a podium, that Omar was
wearing half tight running shorts like me but also how his penis stuck
out. I immediately knew that he was better endowed than me but that my
penis must also be sticking out and for the first time in my life I
envied the ladies in the class that they did not have the same problem.
Jessenia looked at me like she knew what I was thinking. Although she
looked sexy in her bra and shorts I felt uneasy.
I also noticed Omar addressed us collectively as "Ladies". I wanted to
correct him but I didn't want to draw more attention to my penis than my
shorts must already be doing.
I found doing Pilates in a hot room was too much for me and I had to lie
down on my mat. Whilst I was lying down I closed my eyes and drifted
off to sleep. Alishaba came over with her makeup bag, just as I learnt
she had done with Jessenia, and painted my lips and eyelids. Jenna,
Jessenia, Amber and Afroza had been the only other people left in the
studio to see her do this.
I didn't understand what Alishaba had done when I came out of the studio
and Latifah giggled and said, "Oh, she's a bad girl. I see Alishaba
strikes again."
But when I got out of the shower and started drying my hair in front of
the mirror I realised someone had put lipstick on my lips and mascara on
my eyelashes.
"Afroza!" I shouted and rushed to the door of the men's changing room.
I thought it must have been her as she had put me in makeup the last
time.
Afroza was standing just outside the door with a package in her hand.
"Not guilty!" she giggled. "But you do look cute. Look Alishaba did
you a favour because you are going to need to put your Burqa back on and
you will have to come into the Ladies changing room for me to help you
to do it. Jessenia gave me this to give you. She said it will help you
to feel more comfortable and at home in class and not to look out of
place in the Ladies changing room, if you put your manhood in the sheath
and put on the other items of clothing."
I opened the package.
It contained a crimson leotard, a gaff and a pair of 10 denier slightly
black seamed pantyhose.
"You have got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed.
"We don't have time for this now. You don't know when another man will
turn up to get changed for the next class and you won't want to have to
explain why you are wearing mascara and lipstick. In a leotard, which
like high heels were originally meant to be worn by men, you will look
like one of the girls and I can get you dressed in the Ladies changing
room without you having to make awkward explanations about your choice
of clothing."
So I put my penis into the sheath before rolling my pantyhose up my legs
taking care to ensure the seams ran up the middle of the back of my
legs. I don't know why I suddenly felt it was important that the seams
looked right.
I then put my legs through the leg holes and pulled the leotard up my
body and put my arms through the shoulder straps.
It was a shiny black leotard.
I had a white shirt collar and cuffs to put on. I assumed a shirt would
be waiting for me in the Ladies changing room as I did up the collar and
cuffs.
I felt uncomfortable as I looked at myself in the mirror. My suspicions
were confirmed when I turned round and looked at the back of my leotard.
I was uncomfortable not only because I realised that I looked like a
woman dressed as a playboy bunny in my leotard but also because as I now
felt where my penis should be there was a blank space. This was the
first time I had reached for my penis and not found it where I expected
to find it. It wasn't the only way my leotard feminised my appearance.
It also pinched in my waistline and pushed up my chest and out my arse.
In short it made me look a lot more feminine than I thought possible.
I needed to hurry to the Ladies changing room before anyone saw me from
the next class. I saw I had also been give a white bunny ear headband.
I put it on completing my playboy bunny look, grabbed my bag and opened
the door of the men's changing room...
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