Travel with great-grandparents (Patreon)

Wealthy of Roger's family came mostly from one of his great-grandparents, who used to go on expeditions and adventures in their younger years, before settling down, starting a family and selling the valuables and books from their expeditions. And ever since he was a kid, Roger loved to hear stories about these trips and wished that he could join them someday.

And one day he found a weird coin in his mother's stuff, which she got from her father. It was a silver coin, with a face on each side, and had the words 'One True Wish' on the edge in different languages. He made the joke of his family having a genie in a bottle or lamp and looked around hoping that there was no one nearby. Taking a deep breath and holding the coin tightly in his hand, he closed his eyes and made his wish. 'I wish I could travel the world with my great-grandparents!'. He stayed like that for a while, expecting the coin to grow warm or something like that. But nothing happened. And when he opened his eyes, Roger felt a little bit silly for believing that the coin could have been magical.

However, when he wake up in the morning, the young man was stunned. Hot air blew in his face, bed felt hard and uncomfortable. And when he looked around, Roger realized that he was lying inside of a small tent.

He got up quickly, feeling a wave of excitement and fear. "Did it really work? Am I really on one of their expeditions??", he wondered with a huge smile on his face, before feeling a sudden weight on his chest. He looked down and saw large breasts covered by a white shirt. His smile faded away and a gasp escaped his lips, "Wha-what happened to me?!" He touched his breasts, shocked by their size. "What the hell is going on?", Roger whispered.

His hand touched a long, thick braid of dark hair, hanging from his shoulder. And when the man touched his face, his eyes grew wider in surprise.

"I'm a woman!", he gasped, "I'm a woman?! I'm a woman?!" Roger ran out of the tent, screaming at the top of his lungs. Around him was a campsite. And a few people, who were getting ready for the day, turned around and looked at him with confusion.

"Oh God, Isabella! What are you doing half naked? Put some clothes on!!" Roger heard a female voice shout behind him.

"Isa-who? Me??", he asked in a high pitch voice, looking over his shoulder. He saw his great-grandmother, a young woman in her twenties. And she was pointing at him with a scowl.

"Are you crazy? You can't just walk around in the morning like that! Now get back in the tent and put on some proper clothes and then get some breakfast, we're leaving shortly." She scolded him, "Honestly, sometimes I don't understand why I keep you as my personal maid."

"P-personal maid?", Roger asked in disbelief, finally realizing who Isabella is and remembering all the stories he heard about her. 'God... I hope this is not the trip to Africa, where Isabella got pregnant..."