On a hot summer day (Patreon)

'Hmm... this bitch is looking at me like she wants to eat me. I can tell by her eyes.' Greg thought excitedly looking at the attractive young mother sitting across from him on the street. He could feel his cock getting hard, so he adjusted the crotch of his pants, hoping the movement would go unnoticed by the hot little piece who was staring so brazenly at him.

'Oh, baby, If only I wasn't a married...' his gaze turned to wife, who was talking to an older woman and their daughter. 'Oh, shit. Hope she doesn't saw me move my cock around. Oh, fuck it, how I wish... I could have that woman in my bed...' he thought, closing his eyes for a second.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the girl had disappeared from the spot where she was sitting. 'Oh, hell. I closed my eyes only for a second... How she disappeared? Where did she go?' he wondered. The small gust of wind that had occasionally blown across Greg now caused strange sensations in the area of his face and neck, as if a thin hairy layer covered them. "Huh?" Greg grunted in surprise, raising his hand to his face, touching his beard, which was gone, and his cheeks, which were very smooth. "Wh-h-hat...?" his voice trailed off with a sound that was much higher than his own.

"Mommy!" he heard a childish voice near him. Turning his head, Greg saw a little girl sitting near him on the embankment. "Look, mommy, my doll!" the little girl said, holding out the toy in front of her. "Daddy! Come see, daddy!" she called, waving the doll toward a man who was talking to older man and their son.

"What the hell?!" Greg screamed in a high, feminine voice, looking down at himself. Instead of the familiar male body, there was a pair of small, firm breasts under a green summerdress with spaghetti straps, smoth, long legs, and small delicate hands with painted nails. "Fuck! Shit! No! NO!" he screamed again, his voice rising higher with each exclamation. His hands went to his head and grabbed his hair, trying to pull it out.

"Mom, is everything all right?" girl's voice near him made him open his eyes. "DAD! Daddy, come here! Mommy is not well!" the girl screamed, and jumped from the embankment, waving to a man.

Greg didn't have time to react to what happened, hearing only noise in his head, until man's hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to jump in surprise.

"Grace! Grace, baby, are you all right?" the man shook him, grabbing him by the shoulders. Greg looked up at the man, who looking like his former wife as if she were her younger brother.

"G-gr-grace?" he said, feeling his body shake. "I-I'm..." his voice trailed off, and he felt a lump rise in his throat. He didn't want to cry like some girl, but his emotions were completely out of his control. "I...I..." he started again, but stopped, unable to speak.

"Hey, sweetheart, don't be afraid, everything will be fine, okay?" the man hugged her tightly. "Let's go home and rest, okay?" Grace nodded while noticed how guy across from him on the street, who wear same outfit which he wear before, staring at her. 'That bastard is looking at me like he wants to eat me! What a jerk!' the girl thought angrily, realizing that this man looked like she looked when she was a man.