Side-line of "Town" - rewrite - Feminine version (Patreon)

Extended version of one of the stories of the project "Town" - https://www.patreon.com/posts/town-stories-63327765

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Mason slowly opened his eyes and it was difficult. The image slowly appeared and the first thing he saw was old worn out furniture and an old TV that showed some movie unknown to him. The dim light of the room nonetheless pierced the shell of his eye so brightly that he had to squint again to get used to the light.

The first thing he noticed was that his head did not hurt, although he clearly remembered that before he lost consciousness he received a sharp b**w to the head from someone behind him. From these memories Mason screwed up his eyes again, but now with hatred.

Along with the light, his ears heard some male and female voices nearby. Some were louder, some quieter, and somewhere even groans were heard. From indignation Mason shouted loudly

- Mbylle gojën! (Shut up!)

He was struck by the sound of his voice, because it was like a child, but he was even more struck by the fact that he did not say "Shut up" at all, but something else!

- Bukuroshja e Fjetur u zgjua (the sleeping beauty woke up)

Turning his head, Mason saw a stranger sitting in front of his left in a black leather jacket, jeans and a red glossy shirt. It was a man about 30-40 years old, short 160-170 cm and unpleasant appearance

- Çfarë dreqin... çfarë... çfarë kam veshur? (What the fuck... what... what's on me?)

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Meanwhile, the ship that brought Mason here was already sailing off the coast of Albania, which brought him here after several months of transformation for the "Town" project, which Mason had no idea about. The escorts received their money from the customer who wished to remain secret and the satisfied ones were already drinking the Albanian alcohol bought here, immediately after Mason was handed over to Ermir, the local owner of several brothels.

To the carriers, Mason was just an Albanian woman who they secretly had to transport for a lot of money from the US to Albania. And they did it.

Of course they had no idea that the fragile sleeping girl they smuggled into Albania before the transformation was Mason Statham, a bodybuilder and big badass among New York athletes. His reputation as an asshole preceded him, and it's no wonder someone wanted revenge on him. 

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The laboratory coped with its task by five points, and none of the employees, of course, was surprised that they had to create a weak, thin girl from a bodybuilder. in the laboratory, it was generally not customary to ask unnecessary questions. After the transformation, the stylists did a great job on him and dressed him in the appropriate clothes, as requested, However, after that, he was sent to a secret room that few scientists knew about.

The order was carried out and Mason woke up already in Albania - a small European country, in which he was already completely under the authority of a local pimp. His knowledge of English was completely replaced by knowledge of the Albanian language, and even new documents were drawn up in the name of Aryan Tsela, But of course, he did not see these documents either, since they were handed over to the pimp

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- Cfare dreqin… çfare… çfare kam veshur? (What the fuck… what… what's on me?)

Simultaneously with attempts to understand something and who this man is, Mason tried to get up from the sofa and barely kept his balance due to the fact that he was wearing high-heeled shoes. Having absurdly walked to the nearest bed, Mason quickly began to take off these uncomfortable shoes with heels.

At the same time, he gradually noticed all the changes in his body. At first, in a strange and unusual way, long blond hair touched his cheeks, which he wanted to fix, but he saw saw and felt that he was wearing uncomfortable ned tight clothes under which hills were visible in the chest area. And his musclesi His muscles, which he was so proud of - disappeared! His arms were skinny, and his fingers had long, painted nails!

He couldn't belleve his eyes as he pulled off his shoes… it looked like some sort of prank. However, the straps of the bra pressed against his shoulders as uncomfortably as they pressed against his armpits. Uncomfortable, tight clothes made it impossible to tell what was there, but he was sure that it was definitely not a woman's breasts. However, instead of his sweatpants, in which he came from training, he was wearing tight tights and a short skirt.

- Tije e bukur, bebe (You are a beauty, baby)

From surprise Mason sharply raised his eyes. He did not even notice while balancing on his heels and examining himself for these few moments as the man came almost close. Now, looking at him so close from the bottom up, this small man seemed big to him, although it was strange for Mason, who was used to the fact that men of such height compared to his usual 190 cm were almost dwarts.

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(Further conversations in Albanian)

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Mason had never experienced anything like this, but he began to act as he usually acted in situations unfamiliar to him - to show aggression. He glared angrily at the stranger and shouted

- What the hell have you done to me?!

The stranger continued to smile, a huge smile not at all beautifying his ugly face. It seemed the stranger was not at all frightened by the fact that Mason was shouting at him. And it was strange for Mason, who almost always used the fact that he was a strong and beefy man for his own personal interests, bullying other people. Usually just because he's yelling at a weakling like this guy, people like him have already run away.

- Welcome to your homeland. Did you mean to say "thank you", Ariana? Is that what your name is?

- What? You're an idiot?! I'm not some stupid chick! Damn where am I? You are a moron...

A sharp slap in the face stopped Mason and forced him to press against the wall, against which the bed was pressed. The brawl did not last long - the stranger easily stopped all Mason's attempts to somehow resist him and firmly held Mason's small and weak hands in his strong grip

- Listen to me, bitch!

The stranger said sharply, holding both Mason's hands with one hand, and squeezing his chest with the other. Mason was shocked by all this, feeling fear and anger at the same time. However, he was also surprised that he felt a surge of excitement from the compression of his chest under the bra and, to his horror, already guessed that there should be real female breasts, which seemed completely impossible. However, here everything seemed impossible, nevertheless, everything was more than real.

- Now you are at home. I know everything about you! You wanted to live in America. Happy life, American dream, huh?

- What, what are you talking about, idiot...

The other hand of the stranger sharply squeezed Mason's chin and made him shut up

- Shut up. Now you are at home. And now you're mine! Understood?

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To the pimp, too, Mason was just an Albanian runaway who had been asked by his friends in America to get a "job" here. Of course, he couldn't refuse this.

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Ermir was not in vain the owner of several brothels. Yet he knew how to find a common language with many people and used various methods to achieve what he needed. From Mason, or rather Ariana, he needed this stupid girl to start working and do it well.

Of course, this was not the first such girl whom he forced to work for himself. But it was clearly more difficult with Ariana. He had no idea that Ariana would talk such utter nonsense about being supposedly some kind of American! And not only an American, but a bodybuilder guy and a famous athlete!

It was no longer even funny, although in the beginning he laughed heartily at her stories and threats. It even got to the point that Ermir found information on the Internet about the American bodybuilder Mason Stetham. It was unrealistically strange, but they had almost the same face! He decided that this girl because of this and decided to play this stupid comedy. She didn't even speak English, and of course he didn't even take her seriously, or her threats.

Yes, Ariana was not really a beauty, without makeup, if you just looked at her face, you could easily tell that she was a man, but damn it, makeup made her beautiful and not as ugly as Ariana. Moreover, she had a great body and this had to be used.

- Don't give me that look, Mason, haha!

- My friends...

- Stop! I've heard enough of your stupid threats already! Put on your skirt and heels and go to your first shift. And if I find out that you will say something stupid to clients or do a bad job, then what happened before will seem like nonsense to you.

- What? Do you think I'm serious about s*cking cocks and fucking guys for money?

- So!

Mason understood that he was in a hopeless situation. It was the last cry of his male inner self against it. He already understood that he would not escape this work and it would be better for him to agree with this than again ... again, what happened before with Ermir and his guards was repeated ... He tried to forget it, but his whole body still phantomly remembered them cocks and the taste of everyone's c*m.

Realizing the horror of his situation, he continued to wear these humiliating clothes and equip himself with the work clothes of a "whore" in the hope that with a little freedom he could escape from here.

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Ariana, of course, was not the best worker during her first shift and later. Moreover, she often received complaints from clients and she did not stop trying to tell her "truth" to clients and often refused additional services that clients wanted. Yes, she agreed to sex, but even just a b**wj*b was difficult for her.

But Ermir knew his stuff and eventually made Ariana a diligent sex worker in his brothel. She even had her own guests. Someone was even attracted to her stories that she considers herself some kind of American bodybuilder. And someone was even more aroused by her behavior and refusals. Someone was even ready to pay more for Ariana because of her "features" and in general Ermir began to turn a blind eye to her strange behavior

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Mason hated it all. He had no idea how he got here, why he suddenly had a female body with fully functioning organs. And God, how he hated his voice and the fact that he now only knew the Albanian language. It was some kind of nightmare. He even convinced different people several times that he was actually Mason Statham and showed his photo on the Internet, but that was usually the end of it. People were surprised at the similarity of Ariana with Mason, but did not help him in any way.

All these women's clothes, a skinny body and humiliating work in the end reduced his resistance to almost nothing. But damn it, how dishonest and unfair it all was from his point of view.

If Mason only knew about the "Town" project and at least wrote on Facebook to the right person. But he had no idea about it. The whole thing was like a living nightmare for him. Living in some beggarly rooms and sharing rooms with other such whores who also did not believe his story. In the end, he remembered his old life less and less often, trying to somehow adapt and at least get out of this vicious circle.

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After some time, the phenomenon that happened to many students of the "Town" project began to happen to Mason. His face looked less and less like his old face. All his male features began to disappear. Angularity, brutality and other facial features that do not suit girls at all, but paint men, after some time became smoother.

He himself was amazed once looking at his reflection and suddenly realized that he no longer recognizes himself. Quickly finding his old photos on the Internet, he was convinced of this with horror realizing that now even his old proof no longer works.

This was only confirmed when his regular "client" also noticed it, who loved the echo and went to her only because she has the same face as the famous missing bodybuilder bully Mason Statham.

She sat and looked at him with surprise listening to his words that she had changed. Her client looked at Mason's photo with trepidation and peered at Ariana and realized that it was true.