Farmer's wife (Patreon)

Ben sat with his hand on the bed, his breathing heavy, and his mind was still experiencing this terrible dream. He was glad that he was awake and that it was just his dream. Ben had never seen such nightmares in a dream, and everything was so real that he still could not believe that it was just a dream.

In the dream, Ben was on an alien ship and the aliens locked him in a cold iron chamber. He remembered being handcuffed to a metal bed and unable to move. Some kind of helmet was attached to his head and various needles were stuck into his body. Brr .. from these memories he felt a slight chill of these needles. He woke up when the aliens began to saw off his head, but thank goodness it was all over.

Ben heard the door to his room open and suddenly the light turned on abruptly. A drunken man dressed in farm clothes entered the room. In one hand he held a bottle of alcohol, and in the other a bouquet of dull flowers, which could hardly be called a bouquet.

- Expensive! Sorry to wake you up! (he hiccupped) this is for you! (he held out a bouquet of flowers and almost immediately sat down on the nearest chair and began to snore)

- Who are you..hm ... WHAT!?!

Ben started to speak, but he stopped when he heard the sound of his own voice. It was as if this was not his voice, although he spoke as if it were. It was a very feminine and high-pitched voice. But then he saw two women's breasts that hung from his body and were covered with a pink nightgown. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t felt it all this time. At one point, he felt a weight from the two hanging mounds of flesh that were now part of his body. He could not believe that all this time as he woke up he did not feel the long hair touching his shoulders and face. Now he felt it and saw it with his own eyes. Touching his face and hair with his hand, he realized that this was not a wig and he could not take them off. From the violent twitching of his hair, he only experienced severe pain. His chest was obviously not a figment of the imagination, he felt soft and delicate skin with his hands and body when he grabbed his left breast with his other hand and a light female sigh emerged from his mouth at will.

Not only had his body and clothing changed, the whole room looked different. This was not his room. He remembered his rented bachelor apartment in which he lived for almost a year and took a lot of different girls into it. The room looked, and so it turned out, one of the rooms in an old wooden farmhouse. There was no modern furniture here, and there was even an old TV set here. 

...

I could not believe that all that I see is not a continuation of a dream. I tried to hiss and sneer at myself, but only became more convinced that it was all real. I needed to get out of here urgently. At that moment I did not even think about any clear plan, I realized that I did not want to be left in this room alone with this snoring man who called me "dear".

I slowly got out of bed, feeling my new breasts dangling under the delicate fabric of my nightgown. My hair buried my eyes and I had to correct it when I suddenly decided to check what was already obvious ... it was not there. I took a few steps. The floor creaked under my feet, but it didn't matter. Finally I found myself outside the door and saw that there was another small room that looked like a living room. Moonlight illuminated the room and I could see the whole interior well. It was really an old village house. I do not know how, but I very quickly found the entrance to the room with a shower. I didn't want to do this, but it was the most logical thing - I needed to see my reflection ... And God ... I wish I hadn't.

In the reflection, my face was looking at me, but everything else was not mine. Hair, body, chest, nightgown and everything else did not belong to me, but I very well and clearly felt it as if it really was my body. I knew that this would only hammer a stone into the coffin of my new body, but I still could not help but do it ... Quickly, with trembling hands, I began to take off my nightgown. It didn't work the first time, at first I tried to take it off as a T-shirt, but the dangling of my breasts and long hair prevented me from doing it and in the end I just freaked out and ripped my nightgown.

The reflection was not my body. It was not the body of a 24 year old guy, it was more like the body of a mature woman about 40-45 years old and my face ... I saw small wrinkles on it. What the hell is going on? Was it really not a dream, or was the dream continuing? ...

... 

- Please repeat what you said again?

The police officer suddenly began to look very closely at Ben, although he had hardly listened to him before.

- I'm saying the aliens did it to me!

- What do you mean, miss?

- I'm not a miss! This is what I am telling you!

- Excuse me, excuse me, of course Mrs., how does your last name come in?

- Donovan! Ben Donovan! And I’m not a miss or a mrs, just yesterday I was a guy. Check the database, you should find my photo or on the Internet on Facebook! The aliens stole my body and put me in this body, but they left me my face! I know how it sounds, but it's true!

- Damn it ... so I didn't hear it ... I ... I don't know what to say ... I need to consult with colleagues, please wait, miss ... sorry, Mr. Donovan

The officer left the waiting room and left Ben alone. The hope that, nevertheless, this officer knows something and will help him again appeared in him. Ben knew how crazy it all sounded, but still he had to do something. He could not stay in that house for a long time. He found some men's clothes that were at least a little just for him and put them on, at the same time overpowering himself by putting on a bra that perfectly fit his new hanging large chest. Even then, he did not like this feeling of constant heaviness of the chest and the fact that they dangle like two bags and the bra really helped to get rid of these sensations, but still he felt how they swayed even in the bra.

Leaving the house, he found himself in the dark and using the phone, he realized that he was somewhere outside the city on a farm. He had to go back to get the car keys from the pocket of this snoring drunk man and only after that he was able to go to the nearest police station.

The door to the waiting room opened and several more policemen entered with the policeman. They had serious faces, but for some reason one of them took out his phone, saying that it was necessary for the investigation. They asked to repeat an incredible story, and when Ben was already finishing his story, one of them laughed, followed by other police officers. Ben realized that they didn't believe him and just decided to record a funny video. 

...

- I ... I ... I feel uncomfortable with this, ma ... mom.

- Oh honey, this is your favorite nightgown, don't you even remember that? Sunny, Agatha, why are you so unlucky. When will you finally be back? Damn amnesia! What a pity for your children, they also see that you have changed and cry.

- I ... I try, mom

- Thank God that your little daughter was with me when this happened to you and thanks to me you can still breastfeed her. I so hope this helps you

These words made Ben once again uncomfortable. He hated his new life and the fact that he had to pretend to be Agatha Wolberg, the 40-year-old wife of a farmer and the mother of three children, 5, 10 years old and a newborn girl who needed to be breastfed. It was humiliating and unpleasant and he did not understand how you can enjoy such a life at all, inside he was still Ben - a 24 year old guy who did not plan to get married and loved to walk and make love with girls, but no one believed him.

It was almost a month after Ben, after an experimental head swap, ended up with Agatha's body and life. After a visit to the police, he threw a tantrum and the police had to put him in prison, and then give him to doctors for a check. While he was sitting in the cell, he felt a microscar on his neck and made sure that it was a scar from a head transfer, this scar was almost invisible and no one else saw it. I don't know how, but the aliens made it so that everyone around thought that Agatha always had such a face and no one understood why she suddenly began to say that she was some guy named Ben. Even on social networks and in all the photos, Agatha had Ben's face on her body!

When Ben understood and found out all this, he decided that amnesia would be more suitable for him than schizophrenia and decided that it was better for him to accept Agatha's life. When he was discharged from the hospital, Agatha's mother was very happy about this and took him to her home. She said a lot of bad things about Agatha's husband and her life, and that it was all his fault, because he drinks, and the whole household is on Agatha. Each new information made Ben only feel worse. He would have preferred to leave here and find his old body, but now he was under the supervision of psychiatrists and he was not yet allowed to leave the city, besides, he himself understood that not everyone believed that he had amnesia and some of the doctors still wanted to send him to an insane asylum.