The wife found out that her husband has a hidden side as a sissy. What would she do?

Note from the author: Some people commented about the many smoking scenes described, while others commented about the fact that gay people are killed. For those, I give the answer. Unlike most stories in BCTS, which are located in the Civilized World (Western Europe and America), the story I write happens somewhere else. I decided to write this because nobody did. Even in secluded places like where I live, transgender people and sexual minorities exist (even if they are different from the Civilized World, for example we don't have many gay people, but we have lots of sfenists, like myself). These people have a harsh life, that nobody knows about. And despite risking their lives, most of them don't change into the mainstream population.

And about the excessive smoking that you will see, mostly in women, here is the answer. It is a sign of emancipation, of freedom. Women in Islam are discriminated. There are also other cultures that discriminate women. A woman that smokes symbolizes that she is independent, free to take her own decisions. It is like the Torches Of Freedom movement that occurred in America around the 60's and 70's. Some people say that we are 50 years behind the Civilized World. Well, smoking ban does not exist here and cigarettes, which are very cheap, reached even little children. I started smoking at the age of 6 and still I am perfectly healthy.

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Yesterday I found my husband, Aslan, wearing woman clothes, my clothes more exactly. I had a hard day. I cried, but finally I managed to recover. No matter how disgusting it might be, I love him and this love is stronger then anything.

In the morning, we go to work. I asked him to give me some money, which he gave me without question. At that moment, I had in mind to buy him some women clothes, so that he will no longer wear mine. I go through the bazaar, looking for clothes. But, something stops me. Why should I do that? Is it ok what I am doing?

Am I not ready to commit a big sin?

On the way, I think about what I know.

In Islam, a transgender person is named Mukhannathun. It looks like some of them were even servants of the Prophet. According to holy texts, they are accepted as long as they don't use their physical aspect for prostitution. Many Islam scholars ban gay people. Many consider that the correct punishment is death. But transgender people? This is another story, which varies on interpretation.

The Christian world is different and strongly divided. There are sects that go to the extreme. I have no idea what the Catholic Church says about LGBT people. The Orthodox Church strongly bans gay people, with a punishment of many years without religious services. Gay people are called children of Sodom. What is interesting, is that the Orthodox Church bans people who practice cross-dressing, while transgender people are even strongly discriminated, but by far not like gay people. They force sfenists to get married and have sexual relations.

The place where I live is ruled by some moral codes, which are transmitted from person to person, from generation to generation. People in the mountains name this Unwritten Law, while people in the plains name it Moral Law. These laws are strongly against gay people. The Unwritten Law says: If you find a man making love with another man, give him two options: run or die. For lesbians, things are different, because the first human built by the Altar was Actit, a god-woman which gave birth to Adam and Eve. So, killing a woman is considered a tremendous sin and is punished with humiliating death. The Moral Law is different. For gay people, it says like this: If a man makes love with another man, send them both out of your land. Anyone who hides them or touches them is impure and should be forced to live outside the village for 100 days. But, either laws don't say a thing about cross-dressing and transgender people.

There is also a 5th law, Communism, which many people respect, without knowing much about it. Some even worship Lenin as a god. In this law, all LGBT people are discriminated and forced into the mainstream population, like everyone who is not behaving or dressing decently.

But still, where in these laws is written anything against transgender people or at least against cross-dressers? In all four laws, the interpretation is that a man that dresses and behaves like a woman is associated with a gay person. It is not the same sin, but part of it.

"What a fuck have you entered into?" I whisper to myself.

I leave the bazaar without buying anything. As I am getting close to work, I start to sing for myself: "When I came to Spain, I've seen myself a party. I told to myself, what a fuck! All day, all night. All day, all night..."

At work, I keep thinking. Am I doing a big sin? Will my flesh rot on the shores of hell for this? I sometimes go to the mosque, but also to the church and to the shrines. This is how I, like many people here, grew-up, in a religious freedom. There are also atheists here. Complete religious freedom. But, am I not just about to commit a huge sin, living with a man that crosses gender barriers?

Me? Certainly, it is a sin. But for Aslan, he might have no way to get out from hell, for what he has done, wearing women clothes.

But still... I love him and my love is too strong. It was Eve who gave Adam the apple... but now Adam gives Eve a more cursed and dangerous fruit.

All day at work, I keep on thinking about this. Should I or should I not? Would it be better for me to leave him or to accept him as he is? Would it be better for me to sacrifice my love for the gods? But, on the other hand, the gods gave me the perfect husband, the man of my dreams. It was Actit who gave me this marriage. Gods are superior beings, they don't fight one with each other, they don't have jealousy and understand our imperfections.

What should I do?

After finishing work, I leave to a different place. There is another cross-dresser in our town, but with a completely different story. Everyone knows him as a Muslim woman, Jasmine. But the truth is completely different. Jasmine is in fact a man, a former KGB agent which had to hide in here, to save his life. I am one of the only people who knows his previous life, because I helped him pass to our lands. Dmitry, as his real name is, had the mission to kill the children of a politician. He refused. The next day, as a punishment, his parents were found dead in their house. Dmitry managed to save his family, forcing them to runaway to a remote place. He saved them, but lost any contact with them. To save his life, he simulated his death in a suicide car accident.

Now Dmitry - Jasmine lives in our town. Everyone knows her as a widow Muslim woman, who does cleanup at the mill, living and sleeping there. She is a nobody for most people. Well, things are not quite like that. Jasmine still operates on her own and is a relay station. She buys and sells information.

I go to Jasmine, with a cup of coffee, some food and a pack of cigarettes. She is where she always is, working with a broom in the mill.

"Jasmine, I brought you something", I say. "A sandwich for you and one for me" (this means, come to your house, we have something to talk).

"Was it expensive?" she asks (meaning, what is this about?)

"Paprika flavor", I answer (smells danger).

She does not like to go downtown, to be seen by many people. So, she is happy when someone brings food and other commodities. We go to her house, which looks very bad on the outside, but on the inside hosts a plasma TV, a fridge and many luxuries that many people cannot afford here. She locks the door, takes off her hijab and her robe. Now, I can see the face of a 50 years old man, with long hair and women clothes. I've seen Jasmine becoming Dmitry many times, but I never felt any form of disgrace for this. Why do I feel about Aslan?

"What is it, kiddo?" asks Dmitry, with a more man-like voice.

He still calls me kiddo, because I was a teen when I helped him get here.

"Well", I say, "it is not something for business. It is something personal. I want an advice".

"What for?"

I describe him all the story, how I found Aslan wearing women clothes and how I roamed a whole day not knowing what to do. I tell him what is in my mind, how much I love him and how much a part of me is against this.

"So, you want my advice", he says, finishing smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee.

"Yes. How much?" I ask, knowing that everything is for money.

"For free", he says. "Do you think that killing someone is a greater or smaller sin then being gay?"

This question lets me puzzled.

"Far greater", he says. "And I killed, you know well. So, I am a far greater sinner then you or Aslan. Do you want a second advice? I give you also for free. Family is above everything. Have you any idea how much I suffer in every night, thinking about my wife and children? Where are they now? I cannot send them anything. I just wanted not to see their airplane ticket, so I will not know where they're heading, if someone will find and torture me. These are the important things, that we live for. If you really love Aslan, you must be ready to go through the knees of hell for him. Do you think my wife would not have done the same if she were me? Be sure she would. This is why I simulated a suicide, to make sure she will not return".

His words leave me shocked, immobile like a stone.

Dmitry becomes Jasmine, putting her hijab and returning to her broom. I also leave the mill.

This time, I go straight to the bazaar. May it be a sin, I don't care. My decision is made. Even if we will rot in hell for this, we will be together. There still is a large part of me, screaming in my head, that I am committing a big sin and I should stop, but I try with all my resources to not listen to it.

In the bazaar, I buy a red dress that should fit him, a bra, women pants, pantyhose, a make-up kit, a lipstick and plastic sandals. I just hope they are the correct size. It will be disgusting for me to see him dressed like this, but maybe, in time, I will get used. I just hope so.

From there, I hurry home, to get before him. But then, I have to return, to buy something to eat and two packs of cigarettes. I arrive before him, just in time for a big surprise. The new clothes are on the bed, waiting him, while food is ready in the kitchen.

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When he comes, I say:

"Food is ready, let's eat together".

"Wait me to change clothes", he answers.

"No, please, let's eat now, I just finished cooking".

"Ok, then", he answers, sitting near me.

We eat, then we smoke a cigarette together. I feel a lot of tension. My blood is boiling.

"Is anything wrong with you?" he asks.

"I don't feel ok", I answer. "It might be because it was very hot at the office".

"Ah, poor you, I'll give you a glass of water with ice".

"No, thanks. I just want to rest a bit. Go upstairs and change. Your clothes are on the bed, then come back here".

As he goes to the bedroom, I feel huge tension inside me. I am like a volcano ready to erupt, like a star ready to go supernova. If he will refuse, after all this, I'll kill him. It is already too much for me what is happening. But if he accepts? To see him like a woman... I am already dead. I suck a cigarette like crazy, trying to calm myself, but it is no use. Then, I finish it and drop the filter in the ashtray. I don't know why, my anger vanishes and I feel no longer stressed. I even start to sing:

"When I came to Spain, I found myself a party.

I told to myself: what a fuck?

All day, all night.

All day, all night..."

When I came to Spain... I sing this, looking on the window. In the middle of our town, there is a manmade hill, that was once the tomb of an ancient king. On top of that hill lies the statue of Lenin, remembering people of an era that is long gone. The statue is visible from my window. It is a huge one, made of concrete, but slowly ruining.

"What does Lenin has to do with Spain?" I whisper, laughing.

I laugh, thinking about Aslan, with the new clothes, hanging on top of the statue... in Spain.

"All day, all night..."

Am I getting crazy?

Aslan is not coming from bedroom. In this crazy mood, I decide to go to him, laughing and whispering for myself:

"What a fuck!"

I open the door.

TO BE CONTINUED