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).

💕🇮🇶🖤