Oh yes, good girl (Patreon)

- Oh yes, good girl. This is exactly what I meant when I told you to wear something suitable for you. I recognize my old Mindy ... slutty clothes, short skirts ... Hey! And don't give me that look. It's all for your own good, you don't want to get another warning and go to this ... what is it called?

- Conversion camp ...

- Yes! You yourself understand everything perfectly. Let's get ready quickly. You still have to do your makeup. Yes, yes, I know that you are bad at it, but you have to learn everything silly.

I hated that fucking Alt Shift, this fucking government with its fucking law, and that Stanley asshole who pretended not to understand that it wasn't really his stupid girlfriend Mindy. He knew everything perfectly. This fucking pervert knew from the start that I was not Mindy, that I was not even a girl!

Before Alt Shift, I had a completely different life. I was 37 years old, working as a mid-level manager in a factory and earning a good enough salary to support my family with two children and my wife while living in a small rented house. Not to say that everything was fine with me, just like everyone else, I had my own problems. But this, damn it, does not compare with what I have now!

When Alt Shift happened I was in my office and was planning work for the next month when suddenly I found myself completely in another part of the country in the body of this girl. I was wearing a roadside cafe waitress uniform, hair tied neatly into a bun, and low-heeled shoes along with matching tights and thongs underneath the waitress's short miniskirt. Almost immediately, in surprise, I dropped the tray, which was then in my hands, but that then did not bother me at all.

I remember how quickly I ran home to the surprised looks of people in the cafe. Here I was the only one who touched the Alt Shift effect and, of course, they did not understand the actions of the waitress, who suddenly began to examine her body after dropping the tray and then ran away from this cafe. I remember how I found some passerby and asked him to call - it was Jared, one of Mindy's acquaintances and now I know this and understand why he so easily agreed to give me a phone to call, but then I absolutely did not think about it and did not planned that I would live next to these people someday. I needed to get home. Naturally, then my wife did not believe me ... This way home was very difficult and strange. Everything in this body was not the same as in mine, but still I could. I remember talking to my wife and convincing her that I was me. I remember how we cried together and thought that all this is temporary. I remember how we were looking for a way out of this situation - on the Internet, called all our friends, in all ministries, but there were many like me and soon ... Soon they passed this stupid law, which obliges everyone to accept their new life.

From that moment on, the nightmare began ... I had to forget my old life. Forgetting your children, your wife, your own parents ... It was forbidden for people like me. Now for everyone, I was officially Mindy Fisher - a 25 year old waitress from another part of the country. This asshole Stanley, Mindy's husband, was my curator. Perhaps it would have been easier if it hadn't been for this person. When the special agents brought me here, I told the whole truth to this person from the very beginning, hoping that he would still be prudent and we could get along normally.

God .. I remember how he put his finger on my lips and said

- Tshschsch. Hush Mindy. Everything will be fine

I looked angrily at him, and then at the agents who were nearby. One of them chuckled a little - a fucking asshole! What the heck?! I had no idea what I was agreeing to. But after the first warning and stories about what would happen to me in the conversion camp, I realized that I had to play by their rules. I didn't want to be brainwashed and I'd rather keep my sanity and pretend to be Mindy than go crazy or worse ... 

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I can't believe it ... I just can't believe it. This photo ... Stanley ... fucking son of a bitch ... He knows how much I hate this photo and yet he framed it in the most prominent place. It's not fucking enough for him that I'm already wearing these degrading clothes with short skirts. It is not enough for him that I am already doing everything ... no, EVERYTHING he says! I almost became his slave! Not! He needed to put this photo in a prominent place so that I always knew who I am now and what I am now!

Damn ... If I had been told a month ago that I was in this photo, then at least I would have just laughed, and in the worst case, I would have started a fight. How can this even be imagined. In the photo sat a frightened girl who was smaller than me (1,55 cm versus 1,85 cm), dressed in some kind of slutty clothes and holding a cute red plush heart in her hands.

I remember how I squeezed this heart with my little palms and at the same time tried to make the face as simple as possible, but it turned out what happened. This photo was needed for Stanley's weekly report for special agents. This was the very first report. Then I just received the first warning and just learned that in the conversion camps I can completely lose my identity.

If you look closely into my eyes, you can see not sadness, but hopelessness. I remember coming back after talking with agents and wearing these clothes in front of Stanley smiling. I remember how all this seemed strange and humiliating to me ... These thongs, bra straps that supported my small breasts ... I remember how then I hated my boobs, long hair, how strange they dangled ... It was so recently, but it seems so long ago. How I swore when I did makeup and it didn't work the first time and I did it over and over again, and then these earrings ...

And now this photo stands here as a monument! He says that this is the first step to recovery, but for me it is a reminder of what I have lost and who I am now.

I looked into the lens of the camera, feeling all these clothes and my weakness in front of everything, the inability to stand up to anything. I looked into the camera, and saw ahead of my old life, which I might have lost forever.

Damn it! It was just a moment of weakness! In the evening I realized that I was not going to accept all this. I will play by their rules, but I will find a way to live, even in this body, normally, and not the way they want! And Stanley will regret treating me like that! 

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I don’t know how everything changed so much during these three months .. More precisely, I know, but it seemed to me that this nightmare would never end. Oh my God, how did I go nuts when I found out that Mindy was pregnant and was 1.5 months pregnant when I started living with Stanley. She did not tell anyone about her delay, not even her husband, and for me it was as much a shock as it was for him.

I remember how I looked at this belly, which was getting bigger and heard Stanley swearing about getting fat. How I wanted to send this asshole to hell then, but every time I stopped realizing that this would only make it worse.

However, his nitpicking about my clothes, my behavior, and even the fact that I'm not trying hard enough in bed! Damn, he knew perfectly well that all this was disgusting to me, I even saw pity on his face several times! But all the same, he made me do all this ... This treatment, this will help you dear ... Fuck him with such treatment. And when the belly began to grow, at first I did not understand anything and only over time the realization that I was pregnant came into my head.

I wanted to call my wife! I really wanted to talk to her that evening. I had a natural female tantrum! That evening Stanley was strangely nice to me that at first I didn't even like it, I got used to being completely different then.

Before I found out about pregnancy, I already had a plan on how to get at least freedom, but from that day everything changed.

The government over these months has only toughened up measures for people like me. Special agents also came to me several times, but each time Stanley and colleagues at work said that I was adapting normally. Damn, it's okay. If you knew what I did for this, what it cost me! But pregnancy ... pregnancy made me think differently. Even Stanley became something different, he was no longer as cruel as usual. In fact, although it was strange, to feel that a new life is growing in you, but at the same time not thinking that in your life you will once have this.

Although it was strange, but after that life began to improve. Although I was still forbidden to remember who I was and to call my old name, let alone call my family, but I ... I guess I resigned myself. More precisely, I did not look, I know that at any opportunity I will find a way to at least meet the children, but now, now I had to let go of the situation and stop living in eternal fear of the camp. Besides, as I said, Stanley has ceased to be so strict. I even started to like sex .. but without oral sex! I don't even want to remember all this.