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Chapter 3

Seth and Idri crossed the long stretch of sand towards the town. Climbing over the short wall perimeter was difficult in that long burka, which hung down to Seth’s toes. He was ecstatic when they finally made their way into the shade of one of the buildings. The sun was intense, and if you aren’t careful, you’ll roast in one of those full-coverage black outfits. He tripped and nearly fell a number of times. With only a small slit to see through, Seth could either look ahead of himself or directly down at his feet.

They turned a corner and found themselves face to face with a group of armed Taliban fighters. The soldiers looked at Seth curiously, up and down, and then they started speaking Arabic. Seth’s heart stuttered, completely oblivious to what they were saying. Thankfully, Idri stepped up and started speaking back to them, in their native tongue. “What did they say?” Seth asked quietly after the group of soldiers had left.

“They wanted to know what you’re doing over in this part of town. They said it’s no place for women,” Idri explained, and they continued on. Seth peered through windows, trying to locate a map or any sort of indication of how to get back into allied territory. Just a couple of blocks down, he spotted a map tacked to a wall in an empty room. He looked around to ensure no one was watching and then he slipped inside, hurrying towards the map. He pulled it off of the wall, letting the corners rip and remain with their abandoned tacks. Seth rolled the map up and slipped it up the sleeve of his burka.

There was a rifle and a hand-grenade on a table. Seth considered stealing both, so he would have some way to defend himself in case shit hit the fan, but he had no way of concealing the long-barrelled rifle, so he left it behind. He took the grenade.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, and they made their way back towards the edge of the small town where the jeeps were parked. Stealing one of the jeeps wasn’t quite as easy as stealing the map. Each of the vehicles had their keys left in the ignition, so that wasn’t an issue—but getting one of the vehicles without the Taliban soldiers noticing was. Seth stood about fifty feet away, watching the soldiers closely as they patrolled up and down the street. Their guard was split between the jeeps and three other buildings, which were presumably filled with weapons and explosives. Each time they left sight, they were only gone for about two minutes before they were back, scanning the horizon and making sure the coast was clear.

He needed more than two minutes, and the last thing he wanted was to get into a chase with the heavily-armed Taliban soldiers. He needed a distraction, so he pulled the pin out from the grenade and threw it as hard as he could in the opposite direction, into the town. The grenade didn’t fly as far as he’d hoped, which was strange because he usually had a pretty good throw. He chalked the lousy throw up to exhaustion and thirst. Though it didn’t go as far as he would have liked, it still provided the perfect distraction. The patrolling guards ran towards the explosion, leaving the jeeps unattended.

Idri hopped into the passenger seat as Seth fired up the engine. Carefully, they pulled away.

It was a good fifteen minutes before Seth’s heart was able to relax and he was able to pull his eyes away from his rear-view mirror. They weren’t being followed. The mission was a success. And to make things better, there was a pair of unopened water bottles left in the vehicle. Seth pulled the hood of his burka back and reached for one of the bottles. As he lifted the bottle to take a drink, he noticed his reflection in the rear-view mirror and nearly had a heart-attack, swerving suddenly in a sharp panic.

He brought the jeep to a full stop. Staring back at him in the mirror was the reflection of a woman. He felt his face, watching as his reflection did the same. He wasn’t just a woman, he was a beautiful woman, face complete with makeup, hair tied nicely up into a stylish loose-bun. Most strange of all was the fact that he still looked enough like himself that he knew it was him, what he would look like had he been born a woman. “You said you wanted a good disguise,” Idri said with a cute chuckle. She had changed back into her regular female form.

“Change me back,” Seth said, and as he said it, he realized his voice was different—higher, softer, more feminine. He had the sudden instinct to grab his chest, which had breasts, and then his crotch, which had a pussy. Idri hadn’t just changed his face, she’d changed everything. Seth had been turned into a fully biological female.

“I can, but that would be using up one of your wishes,” she said.

Seth became enraged. “What?” he snapped. Had he known it would cost him two wishes to get in and out of his disguise, he would have simply wished to be teleported back to home base—and surely Idri knew that. Did she find his situation funny? Was she just messing with him for kicks? At least had he chosen to be teleported, he would have avoided the risk of being killed by Taliban fighters, and he wouldn’t have to drive for hours in the middle of the desert. “You duped me,” he said.

“What would you have done if one of those guys wanted you to take the burka off and show your face?” Idri asked.

“I shouldn’t have to waste a wish on changing back,” Seth said, biting his tongue to stop himself from scolding her any more than he already was. “It’s not fair.”

Idri’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me,” she said, “but I don’t think I owe you any wishes. Since when did you become so entitled? I’m just doing this as a favour. I have relatives I haven’t seen in hundreds of years and I’m putting off visiting them to help you.”

Seth felt suddenly embarrassed. She was right—she didn’t owe him anything. He should have simply been grateful that she helped him get a vehicle and directions home without being shot at. Even if he had to waste a wish on becoming a man again, then he would still have one wish to do whatever he wanted with—and that was more than anyone else had.

“Fine, just change me back,” Seth said, his voice filled with disappointment.

“Okay, but are you sure you’re done with your disguise? It’s still a long way to town.” Seth thought about it, and she was right: there was a good chance they would run into more Taliban on their way to home base.

“Fine, let’s just go,” Seth said.

“Shouldn’t I drive? Ladies like you aren’t allowed driving in these parts,” Idri said with a big grin. With the snap of her fingers, she was back in her turban and beard, with her deep voice and dark skin.

Staying in the female form turned out to be a good thing. An hour into their desert drive, they came across a check stop. Three men stood in the middle of the desert road, big guns drawn. As the jeep came to a stop, the men surrounded Seth and Idri. They started speaking Arabic to Idri, who spoke back fluently. They started motioning for the duo to get out from the vehicle. Idri stepped out, so Seth did the same. Two of the armed men began to pat Idri down. One of the men stepped up to Seth and did the same, starting at the ankles and working his way up. When he got to Seth’s chest, he gave his tits a good squeeze and he muttered something in Arabic. He gently fondled Seth’s nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers.

Seth remained quiet and calm. The men seemed casual enough. He couldn’t tell whether they were Taliban, Iraqi Army, or just some guys out patrolling the desert highway. Idri said something to them that made them laugh, and then they let the pair get back into their jeep and continue towards their destination.

Once the roadblock was out of sight, Seth pushed the hood of his burka off once again, letting the sun warm his face. “Who were those people?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” Idri said. “But they wanted to buy you. You should thank me, I paid them a lot of money to let me keep you.”

Seth’s heart stuttered. They wanted to buy him? For what—sex?

Idri looked up to the cloudless sky. “It’ll be dark by the time we get to town.” After nightfall, they closed the gates to the base, which meant Seth would be stuck in the nearby town until morning—not the end of the world, seeing as he’d already spent a night sleeping out in the open desert.