A little justice (Patreon)

Mike stood unhappily near the locker room, in which his girlfriend tried on another outfit. He was already fed up with this store and already wanted to finish it faster, when suddenly he heard a male voice nearby

- Come on, there's nothing else for us to do here.

Turning his head in the direction of the sound, Mike saw an unfamiliar man in a traditional Muslim outfit, who was looking at him expectantly. There was no one else here and Mike thought it was some kind of mistake.

- I say let's go! Why are you standing there and staring at me?!

The casual tone of the stranger angered the already angry Mike even more. He angrily raised his eyebrows up angrily in his racist manner as he replied to the stranger. Still, he could afford it and allowed it. Mike was almost two meters tall, and with his muscles and bald head, no one usually dared to quarrel with Mike. In addition, Mike himself was one of the leaders of American skinheads. And of course, Mike, with full confidence that he would beat this fool, now answered easily in his typical manner.

- What the hell do you want, dumb Muslim?!

- What kind of words, woman?!

- What?! Woman!? What are you... ahem... what the fuck is wrong with my voi... what the hell!!! What the hell is wrong with my clothes and my voice?! Hey! Dont touch me!

Now Mike was much shorter than this stranger, which was completely unusual for him. A shop assistant who was passing by approached them anxiously and intervened.

- iz eversing riche me'em? (Is everything right, ma'am?)

Mike did not react to the saleswoman trying to wrest his hand from the strong grip of this stranger and he succeeded, but not thanks to his strength as he was used to earlier, but only because the stranger loosened his grip due to the saleswoman running up here

- Ol righe, ghus't a famyle qearil (All right, just a family quarrel)

- What did he say to her? Speak English! Damn, what the hell! What is that, boobs!?

Almost without understanding anything from his words, Mike was angry. Pulling his hand out of the hands of this stranger, Mike, of course, saw his new clothes, but he was more embarrassed by the strange pressure on his shoulders from the straps of the bra and the way the bra rubs between his armpits. Therefore, deciding to check it out in the first place, he grabbed his chest, which clenched pliantly under his grip.

- What the hell are my boobs?! What have you done to me?!

...

Poor dumb-headed Mike was in a panic right now. It didn’t fit in his head that all this was really happening to him. Everything was somehow too fast for him.

The mall locker room scene ended before it even started. When he escaped from the hands of this man and was already examining himself, he decided to call his girlfriend. And what was his surprise when, having opened the curtain of the dressing room, he did not see anyone there. Taking a step there to check without listening to the voice of this man, he took a step.

Loudly swearing aloud in emotion, he closed his eyes and clenched his fists to punch this man who he thought did this to him.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the locker room or even in the mall. His gaze opened some room furnished in oriental style. The bra no longer rubbed so uncomfortable under the armpits, but now he felt long dark hair gently touching his shoulders, and in the area of ​​\u200b\u200bhis chest, the unusual heaviness became even more uncomfortable than before

- What the hell...

Mike said aloud, still not noticing that he was speaking Turkish.

...

- Eh ... I certainly understand that you are a very moral witch, but ... hell, Samantha ..

- What? Would you like this idiot to make some kind of commotion at the mall? Would you like the police to come? Do you understand that he would start telling the truth, which no one would believe, and this would be worse not only for him, but also for other people who would have to deal with this business?!

- Of course, of course, I understand. Isn't that why we turned him into a Muslim wife?

- Not! We did it to get back at that racist bastard! So that he feels in his own skin what it is like to be weak and oppressed, so that he knows what all his victims went through, whom he beat and teased! So he...

- OK. OK. It's understandable, Sam, calm down.

- You think I didn't want him to feel all this at once?! Of course not, it's just that when I saw this man grab his hand and imagine what would happen next... I... I felt sorry for her... I forgot for a second that it was Mike and sent her to a safe place

- A safe place... huh... yes, an apartment in Istanbul, the safest place for a Turkish woman?

- Certainly! Now this is her ... or rather his house! Damn, I'm not so angry, yet he needs time to accept a new reality ... God, look at him! He looks in the mirror! Hah. Still, it was a great idea to leave him his face! 

...

At the American embassy in Istanbul, many stopped their work to come to the American ambassador's door trying to hear what was going on behind the door. This woman made a lot of noise here when she came here claiming to be an American. And not just an American, but an American guy. Let's be honest, it was hard to be on the sidelines when this happened here.

- You must believe me! Damn it! I'm Mike! Mike Smith! Check it out! Just look at my face and find me in your database! I can't take it anymore, it's a nightmare! Those boobs and that body... that's terrible! For some reason, I even put on this scarf, damn it! What is happening to me!? Just take me home if there's nothing else you can do! I can't stay among stupid Muslims!

-... Oh... miss...

- I'm not a miss! I told you a hundred times!

- Okay, okay, "Mister".... to be honest, I'm already tired of this.... Ah, here's the information (Posolo looked at the opening door, which included his secretary with information on Mike Smith)... Now let's see ...

- Sorry, I'm afraid to disappoint you ... But, in general, we did not find anything on the request for Mike Smith, a 21-year-old American from Texas. But I found this .. (she put some papers on the table to the ambassador and went to the exit)

- As I thought, okay, I'm sorry for making you do this stupid thing, it's just ... you yourself saw everything

- Everything is fine, sir (said the secretary, leaving the office, looking at the woman with curiosity)

- What she said?! I don't fucking understand! Why don't you speak English!

- Because we spoke English, and with you we speak Turkish

- Haha. Funny. Very funny. I don't know Turkish because I...

- You (reading the papers brought by the secretary) Meryem Celik are the wife of Ibrahim Celik ... And, judging by these papers, it would be better for you to go home faster ...

- What kind of nonsense!? It's impossible!? What is there, give it here!

Tearing the papers from the ambassador's hands, Mike was shocked to see his own face in a black and white photograph in the corner of the papers. There he was! Just like in the mirror, it was his face! Only in this stupid scarf and with obvious bright makeup on his face

- This is... this is some kind of joke...

- Security! Enough. Get her out of here!

- I'll take care of you! You'll be sorry you didn't help me! This is some stupid prank! Hey! Let me go, you stupid idiot! 

...

Returning in an angry mood after the embassy to his new home, which he found without even thinking about the fact that he had never been here before, Mike saw again this man, whom he had seen then in the shopping center. However, instead of the former rage, a feeling of humiliation and shame appeared in him, humiliating for him. For some reason he did not want to upset this man! He was even afraid to tell Ibrahim the truth. Yes, he already understood then that this man considered him his wife and understood that this was wrong and humiliating for Mike, a racist American who could not even imagine that he would ever find himself in such a situation.

He lied to him, saying that he went to the market instead of the embassy and ... felt another dose of shame! To get away somehow from an unpleasant conversation, Mike went to the kitchen to wash dishes and do other women's things so as not to anger this man. It seemed to him that this was the best thing he could do at that moment.

- So you went to the market?

Wiping the dishes and feeling these huge, as it seemed to Mike, boulders on his chest, he wanted to send this man to hell, feeling his careless and angry tone. But as soon as he turned his face to him and saw an angry Ibrahim, he immediately changed his mind

- Yes... to the market

Why didn't you buy anything then? Meryem, are you deceiving me?!

It is not known what caused Mike to tremble more - from the name "Meryem" addressed to him or from an evil tone and from the feeling that this man should not be deceived. However, fear ran through his body. Something had to be done. This man shouldn't be angry!

- I... damn... I

Mike tried to gather all his male will into a fist, but the cultural changes were too strong and even from these attempts his hands began to tremble

- What? Come on already

- Sorry! Ibrahim! I was at the American embassy!

Mike was shocked and at the same time very angry with himself for acting like some kind of weak girl. But he didn't understand why he couldn't tell the truth! Besides, this man was clearly on to something. Mike was not going to pretend to be his wife and did not understand why he was suddenly so scared, so he decided that he needed to end this circus

- Why?! Female! You are crazy!? You know who I am?! What did you tell them?! You don't know anything about my work! Damn, stupid, stupid woman.

I didn't tell them anything, calm down! I don't know anything... honey

"Darling" - this word involuntarily escaped from Mike's lips, he did not even think that he would say it, but then it seemed right. It wasn't until he said that that he realized what he had said, but it was already too late. All of Mike's internal urges for cultural change forced him to "admit guilt" and do everything possible to please this person as much as possible. 

...

Mike sat in shock... already just silently and trying not to think about anything... He looked at how a Turkish man... Ibrahim... his husband... puts on after what happened now. Mike nervously clenched his small fists, afraid to take off his handkerchief and afraid to do something wrong now, so as not to make it worse. His mouth still felt the taste of the cock and what stood out from it ... The breasts, still hanging with an unusual weight, felt the squeezing from Ibrahim's hands, as well as Mike's hands ... more precisely, Meryem, still kept the sensations from her touches and squeezing his dick.

The whole inner essence of Meryem protested against what was happening now, but she could not deny that she had done it herself ... Nobody even forced her to do this, except for a sense of internal duty. Despite all her hatred and discontent, nevertheless, she sat quietly and despite the fact that she thought about it, but with all her essence she desired the praise of her "husband"

....

In fact, the witches only changed reality in such a way that such a person as Mike Smith no longer existed in the world, and instead of him, a woman named Meryem Celik now appeared in Turkey. They didn't even cast any mental spells, so Mike was free and easy to do whatever he wanted now.

However, when changing reality and using such powerful spells, there is still something in terms of cultural changes. It's hard to explain, but to put it simply, Mike received the cultural knowledge of a Turkish woman and wife instead of his American male knowledge. No, he still remembered himself and had his memories and even knowledge. This applies only to the habits characteristic of a Turkish woman instead of the habits characteristic of an American guy.

So, even having found clothes for his first outing, he was able to put on jeans and did not even put on a bra, but he was terribly embarrassed on the way to the embassy, ​​but then this awkwardness was drowned out by his desire to return to America to his usual life and unwillingness to be here among the people whom he despised. But the headscarf... he couldn't help but wear a headscarf then, it was too much of a cultural call. His whole inner new nature opposed this, so it was easier for him to put on a scarf and walk down the street in it than to try to fight a strange feeling.

That's why Mike was sitting in shock now ... not realizing any of this and hating everything around, when everything only became worse and more incomprehensible, especially after his return "home"