Morning Apologies (Patreon)

"Ees... ees a dream, no puede ser! Esto es un sueño!" (this can’t be! This is a dream!) John, now Juanita, said, touching the smooth skin of his face, not believing what he was seeing and feeling. His heart was pounding furiously as he peered into the reflection, seeing how the girl completely repeated his movements.

John woke up a few minutes ago lying in a dingy, unfamiliar bed, he slowly became aware of a rhythmic motion beneath him – the steady beating of a heart, not his own. Slowly, it dawned on him – he was sprawled across a man's chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath. The man's arm was wrapped around him, holding him close in a protective embrace. "Qué... que es esto?" (What... what is this?) John muttered noticing that his voice was very unfamiliar to his own ears. The man beside him stirred, wrapping his arm tighter around John, now Juanita.

With a jolt of shock, John tried to sit up, but as he did, he was even more amazed. His chest felt strangely heavy, swaying slightly as he moved. His hands flew to his chest, only to encounter the unfamiliar sensation of breasts, the fabric of a bra pressing against his skin. Long hair cascades around his shoulders, tickling his arms. He glanced down, his eyes widening at the sight of a skirt wrapped around his legs.

"¡Dios mío, qué está pasando!" (Oh my God, what's going on!) John was exclaimed in shock at finally noticing that he was speaking Spanish and noticing how slutty his voice had become.

"Shut up, Luna!" said the man, apparently addressing John by his stage name, which was Juanita's on stage at the strip bar. "Stop your trash talk so early in the morning!" Unaccustomed to such treatment, the former one of the main celebrities of Hollywood, John Sunshine, who has now become Juanita Luna - an illegal immigrant and stripper in a cheap bar, tried to ignore this, although of course he did not like it and it hurt his ego. He jumped out of bed, feeling his tits swaying and his long hair getting into his eyes, and ran into the next room, in which he saw a large wall mirror

In the reflection, a surprised, frightened woman with dark skin looked at him. Her facial features were very similar to John, however, if John had been born a girl and a Mexican. John, who hated immigrants from Mexico all his life, was shocked. This was all wrong, he was the most popular celebrity and how the hell did he end up in this body?

"Hey, Señora Juanita Luna!" a stranger shouted sarcastically from the next room, which made John, who had not expected this loud voice, flinch. "What the hell are you doing clattering around? This ain't your strip club!" continued the stranger, “Get the fuck out of my house! Or come back to me with an apology... my morning boner is just ready to talk.”