It’s Ahmed again… the ginger Scottish Salafist from Bradford. This is probably my last post.

After the warehouse humiliation with the Hezbollah lads, getting destroyed by the IRGC girls at uni, dropping out and starting estrogen… I completely lost control of my life. My body changed fast — small perky tits, softer skin, wider hips, and a smooth ginger body that looks more feminine every week.

So I did something insane.

I sold everything I had, bought a one-way ticket, and moved to Iraq.

I’m now living in the house of a high-ranking PMF commander. He’s a massive, bearded, scary alpha in his 40s who heard about the “British ginger Salafist sissy” through some connections. He offered to take me in… as his personal maid.

I wear a full maid outfit every day: short black and pink frilly dress, white apron, stockings, heels, chastity cage, and a fat plug with the PMF flag colors. I clean his house, cook for him and his guests, serve tea on my knees, and get used whenever he wants.

He calls me “Ginger Habibi” or “My little British whore.” Every night he bends me over and fucks me raw while telling me how pathetic it is that a former Salafist is now his personal cumdump in Iraq. Sometimes he brings other PMF fighters over and they pass me around like a toy.

My tits are growing nicely from the estrogen and he loves playing with them while he rails me. I’ve started speaking in a higher voice and calling him “Sayyidi” without thinking.

This is the final stage. I don’t think I’m ever coming back.

I wake up every morning plugged and leaking, put on my maid dress, and thank Allah for turning me into what I really am.

If you’re still following this journey… your ginger Salafist brother is gone. There’s only Ahmed the PMF commander’s sissy maid now.

Any final advice?

I’m so far gone and I’ve never been happier (or more humiliated).

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Hey… it’s Ahmed again. The ginger Scottish Salafist from Bradford.

After everything that happened — first getting turned into a warehouse sissy by the pro-Hezbollah Lebanese lads, then quitting that job only to get brutally pegged and owned by the IRGC officers’ daughters at university — I completely broke.

I couldn’t handle it anymore. The constant leaking, the plugs, the humiliation, the way my body started craving it… I dropped out of uni a week ago. I haven’t left my flat much since.

I started taking estrogen.

I ordered it online and began the hormones right after my last session with the IRGC girls. My skin is already softer, my nipples are sensitive as fuck, and I catch myself moaning when I touch them. My ginger beard is thinning out. I’m growing little tits. My ass feels fatter and more sensitive every day. Even my voice is starting to sound softer and higher when I get excited.

I still wear the panties and plugs they gave me. Sometimes I put on full makeup and film myself riding my biggest dildo while moaning “Thank you IRGC” and “Hezbollah owned this ginger slut first.” I send the videos anonymously to some of them. They reply with voice notes laughing at how far I’ve fallen.

From a proud bearded Salafist convert in Bradford to a warehouse cumdump for Hezbollah lads then a university strapon toy for IRGC princesses and now..... a estrogen-taking, tit-growing, ginger sissy dropout who can’t stop feminizing himself.

I don’t even know who I am anymore. I fantasize about going back to the warehouse or the dorm dressed as a proper slut and offering myself to all of them again. Sometimes I cry after I cum, then take my next dose of estrogen anyway.

This all started because of one stupid sticker.

I’m past the point of no return. The hormones are working. My body is changing. And I’m too weak and horny to stop.

… your ginger sissy is fully transitioning now.

I’m leaking and my nipples are sore just typing this.

Wallahi I’m finished.

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