Birthday wish (Patreon)
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Frank had just woken up, but he was lying in his bed and did not want to open his eyes. He did not hear his alarm, but sometimes he woke up earlier and just waited for the alarm to ring. Yesterday was his birthday, he turned 29 and he celebrated it well with friends at the bar. It was the middle of the week, but he drank a lot and surprisingly did not have a headache. He thought he would lie down for another 5 minutes and then get up, even if the alarm did not ring. He did not want to go to work, but he understood that these were all just morning problems.
Suddenly he heard some voices that were as if from the next room. It was strange, because Frank lived alone in his apartment, and all the more strange because these voices were in a language he didn't know, but for some reason he understood what they were saying.
"These are some new loud foreign neighbors!" thought Frank with obvious contempt for them. But then the door opened and someone shouted loudly
- Mangala! Stop sleeping!
Frank opened his eyes in fright and looked in the direction from which the sound was. An Indian woman in Sari stood on the threshold and looked at him.
- She's still looking at me! Dress quickly and go grocery shopping!
She threw some rags towards Frank and left.
Frank got out of bed and did not recognize the room in which he was. It was some kind of poor room with old furniture and everything here was kind of dirty. He thought that he had a good drink and did not remember anything why he was here.
Long hair touched his shoulders and he felt the pressure of the straps on his shoulders. He saw that his body had changed. There were definitely female breasts on his chest tightly in his bra. He touched them with his finger and felt it on his skin. Frank's heart beat faster and he began to examine his body in horror. He made sure that his penis is missing where it should be and that there is now only a dense forest hidden under panties.
While he was examining himself, this woman entered the room again and looked with surprise at Frank for several seconds. Frank did not understand what was happening and only muttered that this could not be
- What are you muttering Mangal there !? You are acting strange, but we have no time, let's get dressed quickly. Your 21st birthday was yesterday and today is a normal day
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Yesterday Frank and Mangala celebrated their birthday. Frank was at a bar with friends in England, and Mangala with his sisters in India. They both made a wish that day. Mangala wished to be a man, because she did not like this life, and Frank, tired of branch work, wished a simpler life in which he would not decide anything.
The stars in the sky heard their wishes fulfilled them so.
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On the first day of his life as Mangala, Frank tried to understand and accept that all this was not nonsense, that he somehow miraculously ended up in the body of an Indian girl named Mangala. His new chest dangled with every step he took, even after Mangala's mother hysterically forced him to put on a sari, it was a strange new sensation for Frank. His long hair, even in a braid, was thrown into his eyes and these clothes. He had seen girls in Sari before, but he never thought about how to wear them, he did not think that someday in his life he would have to quickly understand how to wear these clothes.
Mangala's mother was angry and scolded him for behaving strangely and not listening to her. Frank threw a tantrum that morning and asked for a phone number. He wanted to call himself to England, but no one allowed him to make such expensive calls. It took Frank, with the help of Mangala's mother, almost an hour to get dressed. At the same time, Frank was trying to understand what had happened, why he was a middle manager, a 29-year-old man from England, ended up here in the body of this girl. He didn’t even know then that Mangala was a girl from a poor poor family in India, that she worked on a tea farm.
An hour later, in this strange outfit, he went into the next room, which was a mess, and Mangala's mother said that Mangala should clean up here and then do other household chores, because her sister had already gone to the store.
Frank saw a man's shirt and wanted to take it all off. It seemed to him that all this was a bad dream, that all this could not be reality. He grabbed her and was about to change, because it was all too humiliating, but suddenly he heard a loud cry of Mangala's mother, which stopped him.
Frank looked at her helplessly, holding the man's shirt tightly and listening to the screams that were directed in his direction. Finally he gave up and started cleaning up the house.
That day passed in a daze and Frank could not even concentrate on the thought of how to get his life back. He was then forced to wash the floors, then to clean other rooms and do a lot of other work.
It was very strange and unusual for him to be in this body. His chest constantly reminded of itself, as well as other feminine features of this body. He indignantly touched his groin several times and every time butterflies appeared inside his belly. But finally the day came to an end and Frank was able to think about everything that happened to him today. He hoped that once he woke up it would all end
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It's been a week since Frank lived this strange life like Mangala. The first day passed, then the second, then the third. They were repeated as the same. Frank could not even get access to the Internet, there was simply no Internet here, it was as if it was the Middle Ages, although electricity and other achievements of civilization were everywhere.
He saw that his mother, so he began to call this woman, who was unhappy with him all the time, but he found out that my mother had a phone. And once he was even able to take it, but he did not know the password and he had to quietly return the phone back. Thank God no one saw this.
It was difficult for him to adapt here. Mom asked him not only to do a lot of things, but also said that he, or rather Mangala, must be beautiful and Frank did his makeup for the first time in his life. He tried to do it as correctly as possible, but he did it badly and his mother again shouted at him, and his new sisters constantly giggled at him and said that Mangala was always strange, and now she was completely crazy.
Frank was already getting ready for bed and examining his thin body. He was wearing a white bra with matching panties. Every time he looked at his new body, he was surprised at how small and skinny he became, his body in a past life had never been the same. He was not an athlete, but he was a big boy all his life and by the age of 25 he was already quite dense and tall. Now everything was different, everything seemed huge to him, and he felt tiny and shabby.
The bathroom door opened and my mother took him by the hand and led him with her. Frank was holding a towel in his hands and was only able to hide behind it in the room in which there was a man
“This is Mangala, my daughter. Isn't that beautiful?
The man looked at Frank appraisingly with a smile on his face and only nodded his head
- She is smart and can do everything. You will not regret.
Frank listened, but could not understand what it was about. He stood and wanted to cover his chest, but his mother removed his hands every time he wanted to do it, saying that Mangala was such a shy woman. His hair, which he hadn't had time to pull up in a ponytail, touched his shoulders and distracted him. Frank was uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but could not do it.
It was the owner of a brothel. Frank could not have imagined that such a thing was still possible in India. The law for the poor did not work here and in some families children were sold for a penny, completely ruining their lives.
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On that day, Frank was taken by this man and taken to another city. He never saw the Mangala family before. He was sold as a young virgin girl for relatively big money, although Frank once earned that much in two months in England, but the Mangala family bought many new things and were able to arrange a holiday and there was still money left. Mangala's mother hugged Frank goodbye and said that such was fate. Frank wanted to run away, but they firmly took him by the hand and put him in a car and took him to another city.
The most unpleasant and terrible was the first time. Frank will never forget that day. This day will forever remain in his new girl's memory. Then it was no longer so, with each new client, Frank less and less often told himself that it would soon end and less and less thought that this was the worst thing that could happen in his life.
Over time, Frank / Mangala learned a lot. She studied the Kama Sutra and knew a lot about her new job, or rather her vocation. She was clearly and often explained that this was her life's work and that she should do it well.
Mangala Skorok ceased to resist and accepted fate. She was never able to call anyone in England. But one day she had one foreign client and she had the thought that maybe he would help her. She thought for a long time about how to run away or at least contact someone from her old life. It was half a year later that she lived here. She hated her new life, her new weak body, how feminine she was, small and weak, and the fact that she didn't mean anything here and didn't decide anything. She had a very simple life, only one thing was required of her to do her job.
Then she wanted to tell this foreigner everything, but soon she remembered that she did not know a foreign language at all and that was a problem, so she just did her job.