How I became a Russian housewife (Patreon)

It often happens that when you return home by metro, you are bored and need to somehow spend this time. I don’t read books and more like playing various simple games on my phone while I’m driving home and listening to music at the same time. It helps a lot to kill time.

But there is one problem with these free games - ads. I hate it, especially when you have to complete a level, but then an advertisement appears and you need to watch it. Or when to pass a level you need to watch an advertisement for a reward 3 times. Brrr, it was definitely some demon invented. And now I had to watch ads and you know what? She interested me. The ad talked about an app called Life. This is a toy with a role-playing character and I loved these games, so of course I immediately downloaded and installed them on my phone.

I had to go through authorization, but now it is very simple, I just need to click on the "allow access" button and my account will immediately be in any game. The description said that this is a game about life and most importantly, you can choose any character!

I created a character with the following parameters:

Female gender

Age: 32

Marital status: Married

Children: one boy 2 years

Job: Houswife

Education: school

Country of residence: Russia

I pressed the button "create" and then "confirm". Only the words "Congratulations" appeared on my phone. The inscription disappeared and saw the start mine of my phone, which changed. Instead of my wallpaper, there was a photo of a kitten and the list of applications was different. I thought it was a game launched, but in fact it was my phone's menu. After a few seconds, I noticed that purple manicure, a ring with a stone suddenly appeared on my fingers, and in general they became longer and completely without traces of hair. But most importantly, I saw that instead of my gins, I now had tights on my legs and I felt how the fabric of the tights wrapped around my legs. Instead of my T-shirt, I was now wearing a turquoise dress and I definitely felt a new weight on my chest.

- Девушка. Конечная. Выходите. (Girl, terminal station. Get off)

It was a train driver in uniform and he spoke Russian with absolutely certainty, but the strangest thing was that I understood him. I started looking for an application on my phone in fright and did not find it. The driver demanded that I get out and I had to get up. This was my first step in heels and of course I could not keep my balance normally, especially since I now had a different center of gravity, including from my big ass. I took a few slow steps balancing my new body, feeling my chest swaying and the earrings in my ears. I stood against the wall on the platform in front of the train and tried in amazement to comprehend everything that was happening. 

- Olga, hello. How are you? Why are you in a bad mood again? (Olga, hello. How are you? Why are you in a bad mood again?)

- Um, hello. You just have to walk with the child and I walk. I'll go further. Sorry. (Um, hello. I just have to go for a walk with the child and I go for a walk. I will move on. Sorry)

- You became strange after you returned from Moscow a month ago (You became strange after you returned from Moscow a month ago)

...

I am still wild and strange from all this that has become of my life. In some strange way, this app really changed me and the reality around me. Now everyone knew me only as Olga Samoilova, 32 years old, a housewife and a mother of a 2 year old child living in Russia.

On the day when everything happened, I stood for a few more minutes on the platform, balancing on my heels and trying to keep even with the new center of gravity and in this strange body. I searched for an app on my phone but couldn't find it. Then I unsuccessfully tried to find it for installation on the Internet and in the play market for androyd. I found similar applications, but they were just a game. Five minutes later Igor came up to me, as I later found out, the person who in this reality was mine ... damn it, I don’t want to say this, but yes, this is now my husband, damn application. He took my hand and wanted to lead me away, but of course I didn't want to go anywhere.

It was strange to speak Russian. I spoke and thought as usual, but Russian words came out of my mouth and at the same time I understood them and did not understand. Especially take into account the fact that my voice became a woman's and the rest of the body too, then all together it was three times strange. All the same, I decided that it was better for me to go with this person, because I had no idea where I was and what I should do.

It turned out that I was in Moscow and we arrived at the hotel. Igor and I were here for a couple of days and then left, as it seemed to me, to some village, I still don't remember the name well, but it's about 400 km from Moscow and the nearest big city is Smolensk. Of course, during all this time I tried to get in touch with my relatives in America and I even found them. My English got very bad and I had to use a translator to write it on Facebook, but first I registered there. I had to do everything with the help of the phone, because this family did not have any computer. My family and friends said that they never knew me and that was the end of our conversations.

In this village another surprise awaited me in the form of a 2 year old little child with whom I had to sit.

It's been a month since I got stuck here and God, you won't believe, but how tired I am of all this. It’s not even about my new anatomy and my chest, the chest that constantly dangles and this female body. The fact is that I constantly work, I did not think that a housewife in Russia has such a difficult life, but this house is simply huge and Igor demands that it be constantly clean. And also this kid who constantly interferes with sleep and ... damn it, why did I even install this application? 

I was lying on the bed in this stupid nightgown, thinking about what I was about to do. The child was already asleep, and Igor went to work on the night shift and I had time to be alone. I really appreciated these minutes lately. I got an idea, I don't know why I didn't guess about it earlier, but only after a month and a half of this terrible life in these stupid conditions in a cheap house and ... okay, enough about that. I decided to record a video on YouTube and tell the whole truth. Perhaps this is a stupid idea, but if the video goes viral, someone from the developers of that application can watch it and contact me.

- So guys. Believe it or not, although I now look and speak and have a life like Olga Samoilova, a 32-year-old Russian woman from Smolensk, in fact my name is Olga Samoilova and I am 32 and I am from Smolensk. What?! not. Stop recording!

What the heck?! Why can't I tell the truth ?! What is this? I used to be able to do this and wrote to my friends and family, but why can't I say now ?! Damn, damn, damn!

I tried again to say my real name out loud and again got the same result. Even when I spoke the names of my parents, I spoke the names of Olga's parents, and so it was with all the information about my old life. I still remembered it, but I didn’t say what I really wanted to say. Finally I tried to write on the phone and it turned out the same thing, I wrote that my name is Olga and I am from Russia! This is terrible! Not only do I not know how to get everything back, but now I can't even tell the truth.

I dropped the phone to the floor and covered my mouth with my hands. My elbow touched my chest and once again I cursed my new anatomy and this body. It was always like this as soon as I touched my chest, I don't know why, but it is very sensitive and I am excited by any touch. Now there was a mixture of frustration and excitement, and also ... and again this child began to cry, when will it all end ?!