The great shift: sheriff Buck Miller (Patreon)

It's amazing how fucked up my bad luck is, my name was Jack Thompson I was 28 years old before all this body-changing shit ruined my fucking life, I must have the worst luck in the world if I end up in this old fat-tired body.

I was in prison serving a 10-year sentence for drug sales and illegal possession of firearms when the Great shift of shit hit me if I hadn't been hit I would have gotten out of prison by the time I turned 38.

Waking up in redneck sheriff Buck Miller's smelly old trailer, his life is horrible! but at least I'm not in prison anymore, but it could get even worse, Buck's body was sluggish, and I couldn't walk 3 minutes without leaving my now huge shirt full of sticky sweat from him.

Damn, I hate my fucking luck! this body is awful, every day I have to put up with waking up in the hot trailer and this obese, bald 60-year-old body with a bushy mustache, I can't even cut it off because the real buck loved this furry crap stuck to my face!

I had to pretend to be Buck for fear of going back to prison, unfortunately, I was right, in Buck's body, I was able to discover that the government planned to return all convicts like me to prison as quickly and quietly as possible to prevent the chaos takes over the streets.

So I have to pretend to be the obese and incompetent Buck Miller if I don't want to spend my last days complaining about my back pain from my huge belly in prison. Sometimes I wonder why the real Buck never claimed his life back. Maybe it's the slow government's fault, or maybe I'm faking it too well and your appeal to come back into his life was denied. But I have to take care of myself and pretend I love donuts, spend my afternoons drinking at the nearest cop bar, and go fishing so I don't go back to prison.

I plan to pretend to be Buck until I get my retirement and after that, I'm going to fuck Buck's life up, sell all his stuff and get as far away from this horrible place and this fucking life as I can, but I don't think I can escape. of this body. I just hope the old Buck doesn't show up and ruin my plans. I don't plan on going back to that fucking hole.

ver. español: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jsxo0JiGe6k_XscoKbdbFC4Zik0NMsQsGVyDn2iB3HU/edit?usp=sharing