Earrings (Patreon)

Adjusting the heavy earrings that dangled from her earlobes, the middle-aged mother of three sighed deeply as she looked at herself in the mirror. The ornate jewels glittered like stars, reflecting the light and shimmering. They were a gift from her husband and looked very expensive. He always made sure to spoil her, especially now that he was away for several weeks on business, leaving her with the house all to herself.

But as much as the jewels pleased her, it was what they symbolized that excited her, namely that they were a reminder that she was a married woman, a faithful wife and a mother, not the young single college guy that she still felt like inside. She looked down at her voluptuous tits, which were covered in a beautiful sari, which covers her entire body. The sari was covered her body so that no one would have noticed how large and heavy her breasts were, but she could feel them clearly underneath the fabric. The saris were not very supportive. They were just thin pieces of cloth wrapped around her body, barely even covering her nipples.

Her life in India was completely different than her life back in the UK. In England, she had been a studious boy who spent most of his free time with video games and anime. It seemed like a lifetime ago now, althought it was only a few months since she exchanged her old life for a new one in Mumbai thanks to the this magic earrings.

As Josh, she liked to be the center of attention in their group of geek friends and liked to act like the tough guy, especially when he got drunk. During a wild night out, he went along with his mates to a local witch's house, who sold their some cursed earrings, telling them that the jewels would grant any wish. Josh laughed at the idea, thinking it was a joke, but decided to play along and make a bet with his friend, if the wish didn't work, then his friend would have to pay him a 100 pounds.

So Josh put on the earrings, but didn’t even have time to make a wish, before he fell into a deep sleep, as he collapsed onto the floor of the witch's house.

When he woke up, the first thing he felt was a pair of soft breasts pressing against his body. He layed in a bed with another person next to him. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was a dark-skinned man sleeping next to him. At first, he thought that it was just a dream, or a strange hallucination from a bad hangover, but when he tried to get up, he realized that his body was not his own. He had breasts, and not only that, but a vagina and a fully functional woman's body.

He realize soon that he was in the body of a middle-aged Indian woman named Prakash, who lived in the Mumbai. She had 3 children, and was married to a wealthy businessman. Althought her life was very comfortable for her and her children, Josh didn't have any interest in living such a domestic life, especially not as a woman with such a big tits and lifestyle.

But despite not wanting to stay in her body, he couldn't help but get used to it. He connected with his family and friends, who didn't even recognize him when he write them messages or call them. It was as if Josh never existed. It was as if he was replaced with the new version of Prakash, the Indian Milf version of Josh.