femboy-faggot: It was my first year at University. I found myself drawn to a social studies course f
femboy-faggot: It was my first year at University. I found myself drawn to a social studies course featuring Islam. The elder muslim Professor floored me! He was so handsome! I was the only attendee, but I didn’t mind! All His attention was on me! He called me His social experiment, I didn’t care I just wanted to be His! He slowly had me femme up my wardrobe. I found myself only attracted to His office, in stead of my ‘normal’ classes. With my grades falling, I also started falling. Into His arms! He had filled my mind with Islam, and with homosexual frustration! He had a new test for me, how far I would go for Him. How badly I wanted to stay His pupil. I was about to be expelled from my dorm room because of my bad grades, but my focus was on Him! I had to send Him a picture as proof of my persistence. So I took a selfie. One I hoped He would appreciate. The scarf had been bought along with a bunch of girl clothes from the local thrift store. Tying it felt like a natural step. A step to prove my obedience. How girly I had become. What a white faggot I was for Him!So I dolled up pretty for Him, my muslim Master. My saviour! I already signed out of University, and will be ready to move in with Him. I will convert and be His muslimah fag bride. His willing housewife. His inferior white slave. His gay bitch!Oh Allah I can’t wait! -- source link