Getting into character (Patreon)

After closing in the bathroom and checking that the door was tightly closed, I took a deep breath and slowly glanced along the unfamiliar walls, settling on the mirror. Outside the door, two voices could be clearly distinguished, one of which belonged to a grown man and the other to a little girl.

- Daddy, is mom all right?

- Shhh ... sweet, we agreed ...

I did not hear what they whispered about, but I guessed that they were discussing again my ... or rather, the strange behavior of their mother. In the meantime, I tried to abstract myself and silently looked at my reflection ... It was not easy to admit this fact, but what I saw in the reflection was me and all that was left of me was my facial features with makeup. Although not even him, you could notice small wrinkles that I did not have before

And yet this is a very dumb situation. I could no longer try to tell the truth, which now sounded like complete delirium from my lips ... But I had to think it over. After taking a couple of steps and hearing the heels of my shoes clink from the tiles in the bathroom, I slowly sat down on the closed toilet seat.

I didn't want to do anything or think. I just wish it was just a dream ... just someone's stupid joke. But even just sitting down, I felt this unusual and unnatural weight swinging in the area of ​​my chest.

How is this possible? Why did this happen? It was all a mystery. A few hours ago, I was an ordinary student of a theater university, who, for the sake of amateur photography and, of course, a joke, decided to dress up as a primary school teacher. It was a kind of term paper of our theatrical university. We wanted to shock the audience with a performance so that girls play male roles and guys play female roles.

Everyone laughed and had fun when they tried on new looks, and our make-up artists are also students, they were pleased to test their skills on us.

This strange photographer that Jake found was acting strange from the beginning, but we didn't pay much attention to it. I remember his silly questions before he started photographing me - "Who are you?", "Mmm, teacher?", "Do you have children? Maybe a husband?" etc. For the sake of the role, I tried to present this image, although of course this was not required for my cameo role.

I remember that moment when he pressed the button of his camera with a smile. I didn’t even notice anything and when I got up I also didn’t pay attention to the fact that the fabric lining for creating the boobs disappeared and there was now a real breast instead. I mustache also smiled exactly until the moment when the man who was now in the next room with this little girl approached me ...

He took me by the hand and took me somewhere, calling me "Christina" and saying something about the fact that we need to take "our daughter" from the kindergarten. Having pulled out my hand, for the sake of a role in a theatrical production, I tried to play along with him exactly until we got to his old Chevrolet. Of course, I was not going to go that far and go with this strange stranger, who for some reason put on this show. But he was serious and after my explanation pretended that I was joking and insisted that we should go.

This moment .... I will never forget it ... when with a smile I decided to take off my wig and prove to him that I am an ordinary guy and not his wife. Damn it, my hair roots still ache from the force I pulled when I thought it was a wig. It was not hysterical, but I was very scared at that moment on the street pulling my hair and touching these mounds in the area of ​​my chest, feeling with my nipples a little excitement mixed with fear.

That photographer did something and I have no idea how to find this person. Because when I returned back to our theatrical dressing room, I realized that no one here would recognize me. No one knew more than 20-year-old Chris Henderson, a theater student. And that photographer, too, simply disappeared somewhere. According to all the documents and data that I managed to find out, I somehow was now a 32-year-old married mother, Christina Berger (nee Henderson), a primary school teacher.