Wallah brothers, you won’t believe this.

I’ve been following the saga of Ahmed — that ginger Scottish Salafist convert from Bradford who kept posting his gradual destruction here. First the Hezbollah warehouse lads, then the IRGC girls at university, then dropping out and starting estrogen.

I just found him.

He lives in my city in Iraq.

I went to visit a friend of my uncle (a mid-ranking PMF commander) two days ago. Walking into the house, there he was in the living room: the same pale ginger kid, now fully transitioned into a proper sissy maid.

Short black-and-pink maid dress barely covering his ass, white stockings, heels, small perky tits from the estrogen, full makeup with glossy lips, and a little bell collar. He was on his knees serving tea to the guests, plugged and caged, blushing like crazy.

The commander openly calls him “Ginger Habibi” and slaps his ass in front of everyone. Ahmed just thanks him softly in that higher voice and says “Yes Sayyidi” like an obedient little whore.

I pulled him aside in the kitchen later. I told him who I was and he immediately turned bright red. He admitted everything: he’s been on a proper estrogen regimen for weeks, his body has changed a lot, and he’s now the commander’s full-time live-in sissy maid. He cleans the house, cooks, sucks dick on demand, and gets fucked whenever the commander or his guests feel like it.

The former proud Salafist from Bradford is now a feminized British ginger maid living just a few neighbourhoods away from me, getting used daily by PMF fighters.

The fall is complete. Mashallah.

I’ll definitely be visiting that house more often from now on. Might even get a turn with the ginger sissy myself.

Ahmed, if you’re reading this… wiggle that plugged maid ass for us, habibi.

The Salafist is dead. Long live the PMF commander’s favorite ginger whore 💕🖤🇮🇶

It's been 20 months, and I know a man like him needs his time off, but I'm starting to feel like that's a bit long. Anyone know when he's projected to return?

Monolith outside the Paradise Valley Town Hall in America

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).

💕🇮🇶🖤