The wonders of the makeup artist - part 2 (Patreon)

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/34827129

I literally did not understand anything from what was happening now. This man looked at me and spoke and for some reason called me Matilda. My slightly cool hand held what I should not have, but it was too obvious to believe that this was not true. I felt with my left hand, which was soft flesh and a feminine breast in my neckline, because he was very sensitive and I felt excitement.

I froze in this position and looked at the man in medieval clothes, who took from the barn, which I looked at and from which I went, he took a goat and walked in my direction.

Why do I feel and see that I have female breasts? Why did this man call me Matilda? He came up to me, stopped and said

"What is the matter with you? Are you sick? We have so many things to do. Maybe then you will go to the children? Have you fed our youngest? Yes, take out your hand from your boobs!"

I looked at him and still did not understand, but still answered in a trembling voice

"What is the youngest?" It was not my old voice. It was like a tall female voice and the strangest thought came into my head. I mechanically pulled out my hand and noticed that my hand was different, without hair and in some kind of white liquid, like milk

"What is the matter with you ?! Stefan, our baby, is 2 months old. Hear he screams like crazy! Go feed him, I see that you already have milk in your hands!"

And he took my hand and led me into the house. I did not resist. My chest swayed and moved at every step. I looked at the house, which was made in the old style, at my neckline which now had very big boobs, then at this incomprehensible man. In the end, I pulled out my hand before entering the house.

I decided to take off these clothes and run back to the barn. This thought seemed logical to me. With my right hand I grabbed the cap that was on my head and threw it away. I ran towards the barn and felt that something was blocking my view. It was my long hair, which was under the bonnet.

I ran, the inconvenience due to the hair and the strange movement of my chest embarrassed me and disturbed me, but finally I ran to the barn under the screams of this man.

I opened the door and closed, breathing, still feeling the weight of my chest and hair, which now touched my neck and my face. I closed my eyes held the door.

His scream was heard from behind the door

"Matilda! Matilda! Wait! Come back! Let's talk!"

But I did not want to believe all this. I felt the push of the door, but held it, in the end my strength could not stand it and he opened the door.

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Two months later

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Jack had to come to terms with the fact that somehow he had become a peasant woman of the 18th century and moved in the past or something else, but all this was too real not to believe. The first days, everything was wild. His habitual life has completely changed. He became a woman, mother, and peasant woman in the past, or more precisely, in the 18th century. All this is absurd, but it was so.

Living in this way is in itself a strange occupation for a man who is used to living an easier life in the 21st century. Add here that he had a baby to be breastfed.

But there was no choice, it all became so, and the child he was expecting would be another in his new family.