My Mind Keeps Returning To The Idea

Like most cross dressers, I find the idea of being with another man completely repulsive. I’m straight and have a soft spot for women.

There’s one scenario that keeps popping up in my head: I’d love to be abducted by a group of Muslim women, stripped bare, then dressed in a bra, panties, and a burqa. My ankles chained so I can’t escape, face hidden behind the veil, sitting there chatting away with the girls. Maybe even taken out to a park or brought into the Mosque amidst crowds who have no idea it’s me hiding under that robe.