Grandma's wig (Patreon)

"Oh my god! To hell! To hell with those stupid thoughts! Enough already! Stupid wig! Take off!"

Jake was already in a real panic a few hours after he recklessly put on a magic wig, which turned him into Chloe Simons - an unprincipled nymphomaniac who loves to fuck everything that moves.

It was so strange when he suddenly turned from a decent 40-year-old family man 170 cm in height after putting on a wig into a 24-year-old girl, realizing that not only his body, but even his clothes had changed. Then, of course, he did not yet know that the action of a wig at first only changes the appearance and clothes, but over time, in 24 hours, absolutely everything that surrounded him will change.

He tugged at his wig to no avail, feeling only pain after trying it on for a joke while sorting out his grandmother's old things in the attic. Who could have known that his grandmother kept such secrets from everyone ... And to whom could she tell about such incredible things. She kept these few wigs away from everyone before she began to lose her memory and was now in a nursing home. Even if she wanted to, someone would hardly believe that she has the miracle wigs that she once received as a gift for her work in a magical wig store.

But for Jake, it was already over after he recklessly and without a reverse incantation put on this blonde wig ... The wig that grandmother loved to wear when she was tired of everything and she wanted to go away, so that later she could return to a normal family life. To understand from time to time that sex is not the main thing and that there are many more interesting things in life.

It was difficult to cope with the huge stream of thoughts and desires that filled his head now at the same time as everything around him was changing. Instead of a country house, he was already in a small apartment with no idea where. Everything here was screaming about sex. Scattered phaloemmitters and other sexual toys, a phone with a bunch of unknown numbers with vulgar signatures in contacts. Because of this, he already used one of the "toys" that were here and felt terribly aware, then he did it voluntarily. But now ... now he wanted a big ... big black dick ... or several at the same time to fill all the new holes in his body ...

From these thoughts, he felt how everything inside was compressed and a fire flared up between his legs and attempts to fight this only brought him disappointment, because again and again with each passing hour these thoughts filled more and more his consciousness. And now these were no longer even thoughts, but full-fledged pictures in his head with feelings and sensations that he can and wants to experience, despite all the internal protests of his male consciousness.