I will try to be better!

Seating at the conference room at a Malaysian construction site office, Amina is trying to concentrate on reading an email from Mike, her former self. It's all written in English, a language she now barely understands, but she keeps trying to read, hoping that maybe it help her to become him again.

Mike is sending Amina an email about waht he find about their situation, which happend week ago when Amina woke up in her new female boy in an unknown room somewhere in small city of Malaysia instead of the Miami home where she once lived as a single man, a party guy who had no cares or responsibility and who lived every day just to please his selfish and whimsical needs.

Now she was living in this strange female body and working at the Malaysian construction site as the kitchen staff, preparing coffee drinks, cleaning up the mess, and preparing snacks for the crew. Now she spoke only Malay, instead of the native English of Mike and it made everything even more foreign and difficult for Amina to understand. Also she know how to use her makeup, how to style her hair and how to do her hijab. It seemed that she now recieved knowledge of being a Muslim woman from real Amina who now occupied her former male body and lived her old life as a male in the United States of America.

'What is she mean with...' Amina asked to herself as she finally decided to use translator '...she can't be serious about...' she looked down at her belly and touched her stomach gently '...pregnancy! No-no-no! We should be working to find out way back into our own bodies, not trying to try adapt! She should know this better than me. Why does she keep telling me to be positive? She is... damn! She didn't want to change back!' Amina realized with sudden anger 'She just want to enjoy living life of my body and keep it that way.'

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp sound of a door opening. A tall man with dark long beard entered the room. "You," he called, pointing his finger at Amina. "What are you doing there? This room is for meeting and not for you to be playing with phone. Are you stupid?"

"I'm not playing with phone!" Amina snapped, but immediately bit her lip when she noticed the look of shock and surprise on the man's face. He didn't look like he was used to being talked to that way by a woman, and especially not a kitchen staff member. She stood up from her seat and walked towards the door.

Man's gaze fixed on Amina's swaying hips that moved like they had their own life while she moved away that showed clearly her round bottom hidden beneath her long dress "Stop!" man ordered in a commanding tone. Amina froze on the spot. "There will be meeting here shortly. Bring coffee," said the man, still watching at her ass, now noticing the thong visible through the thin fabric.

'Damn! Why am i decided to wear a thong today?!' Amina asked to herself feeling his gaze on her body, burning into her back while bra digging into her skin making her feel even more uncomfortable 'If I had known it would be so uncomfortable, then I-' her thought were cut by man's voice "Are you still here?!" man snapped, annoyed "Move your ass!"

"Okay-okay-okay, I will," Amina said, raising her voice with a sudden outburst of anger that shocked her even more. "I'm moving... see? I'm moving, I'm moving! I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing!" she almost screamed at the man, didn't want to believe that this is actually now her life - being bossed around by everyone at the Malaysian construction site while preparing coffee, wearing uncomfortable woman's clothes, didn'n even speaking at english and living under rules of the strict religious tradition.

"Yes-yes, that's a good girl," man muttered while she was walking away.

When Amina finally found herself in her small, tidy kitchen in the back of the construction site trailer, she sighed and looked down at her breast. She cupped them with her hands, squeezing gently, feeling her nipples grow hard and erect as her arousal grew. "Damn..." tears were flowing down her cheeks as she felt strange feels of shame while inside some voices of some people, whom she didn't even know, were telling her what a woman should be like and what she shouldn't do and be.

'Don't touch yourself like that...' voices echoed inside her head 'It's haram...' she could swear she heard one of the voice said. 'And it's just dirty...' other one continued. 'You should be ashamed of yourself... being aroused while working...' it was the voice of someone very familiar, it sounded so much like Amina. 'Stop being a whore!' she put away her hands from her breasts and started to wash the dishes, feeling more frustrated and angry than ever. 'A real woman should be modest and self-controlled... not argue with the man, especially one that is older...'.

"Damn, please! Stop..." she yelled, trying to block the voices "I don't need this bullshit right now...!"

'... Woman shouldn't swear like that...' the voices, or rather the attitudes of behavior and education of the real Amina by which she lived, kept ringing inside her head. '... Do not curse, or God will punish you...'.

"No, stop... please, stop!" Amina felt tears falling from her eyes. 'I was such a bad boy, God, please forgive me for my sins!' she said inside her head. 'I promise that I will try to be better!'