You are my... (Patreon)

- I repeat to you for the hundredth time, remember once and for all! You are my whore! Not Charlie, not Mason, not anyone else, whatever you thought up in your head! This is clear?

Mason silently in fear looked into the eyes of this man, who was so close to his face now and felt his breath unpleasant, including because of the cigarette he had just smoked. For the first time in probably 10 or 20 years, he felt fear and did not know what to do.

Pressing against the wall, feeling the straps of his bra pressing down on his shoulders, and the large breasts under the tight dress pressing against the body of this strange stranger, he was in some kind of prostration and just took a loud gulp of saliva.

- That's... that's right, good girl.

He said still close to the wall pressing the weak body of Mason, who was at the bodybuilding competition half an hour ago and suddenly found himself in this fragile weak body of Monica - a prostitute from another part of the country, who at that moment was with her pimp.

Feeling how something began to press him between his legs below, Charlie remembered for a moment that it was the excited dick of this asshole, who did not even think of letting him go and instead pressed him even more against the wall and began to kiss. It was impossible to even look away from his face, so he felt his lips begin to touch the soft tender lips of Charlie's new female face and only helplessly closed his eyes, praying that this was all just a dream.

But it wasn't a dream. It was an event that swept the whole world, but mainly the United States, which in the future was called Alt Shift. And Charlie was one of those who fell under the influence of this strange event.