Stranger things (Patreon)

Still not fully awake after a crazy drunk night in the Ibiza nightclub, Derek tried to grasp the reality

this or some crazy drug trip. It was like nothing he had experienced before. And now, sitting on the soft fabric of a large bed, with a clear look, in the reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe, I saw the silhouette of a girl with hair braided in ponytails on the sides.

He woke up a few seconds ago with a terrible headache and a very severe pain in the neck, and after a few moments he realized that he was alone there. Quickly getting up from the bed, he felt something strange in the chest area swayed and something tickled his shoulders.

He had not yet had time to inspect his body, which had undergone a huge change from its normal form. Derek just glanced around the place he woke up in to see where he was. But it was a completely unfamiliar place. Furniture in the style of the middle of the 20th century surrounded him and then his eyes just caught sight of the girl.

It took Derek a moment to realize he was looking at his reflection in the mirror. And how could he understand it? There was a frail little girl in a delicate silky nightgown and her hair in two ponytails at the sides. This was radically different from his strong muscular male figure, which he was so proud of.

- Um... hi.. ahem.. what.. what the?!

Derek began to speak slowly. But he immediately noticed that the sound of his voice was too unusual and too high feminine. Even more like a child's voice. So after a second, he turned his gaze down!

It was incredible and real at the same time. Looking down, he saw that the robes that were on the girl he had just looked at were on him! Moreover, his body! It wasn't his body! It was the female body of the very petite girl he had just seen.

Looking forward again, he realized that looking in the mirror and seeing your own reflection was already a fact!

- What the heck! Hey... What the... what the fuck?!...

Derek was screaming, trying to understand something, hating his new squeaky voice and feeling his body at the same time... He finally stared at his reflection again and realized that in the reflection of that girl was his face!

...

In the big living room of this big house, Derek stood on the stairs with his small hand on the railing. He was angry and frightened at the same time seeing how the silhouette of a man was sitting in a large armchair in front of the fireplace, smoking a pipe.

The man was alone in a homemade red velvet robe and looked at the burning fire in the fireplace. He didn't seem to hear Derek walking, even though the stairs creaked under his steps. This silhouette of a stranger seemed very familiar to Derek, although at that moment he had no idea who it was.

Derek's thoughts were churning with emotions and questions. Why is he here? Why did he have this body? What kind of place is it? Who is this man? What is going on.

The idea that this was just some kind of realistic dream or drug trip did not leave his head and gave some ... calmness.

Everything was too complicated and confusing. Only a few minutes had passed since he woke up in this body and in this house, but it seemed to him that an eternity had passed.

The way Derek had come here from that room seemed endless to him. Bare feet touched the cold floor and he still could not believe that all the feelings and sensations were real. Every step up to this staircase on the second floor of the house and down the steps seemed unreal to him. With each step, his flesh, his... boobs, swayed under the delicate fabric of this nightgown. Hair, femininely plaited into pigtails, touched and tickled his small, weak shoulders .. And these hands ... the hands that he tightly clenched into small fists seemed to him only nicer because of this and at the same time made him hate the fact that he now seemed so weak and vulnerable.

- Get down, what are you standing, sweetie.

- I don't...

- Shut up!

A male voice spoke calmly and at the same time authoritatively, still looking at the fireplace. Yes. Derek was invisible. And that voice... it was that old man's voice! Yes, that was exactly the idiot that Derek humiliated on his way to the Ibiza club with a group of girls. The fury on Derek's face was replaced by his surprise and fear, but something inside made him obey... and instead of finding out something, Derek just slowly went downstairs

- I know what you're feeling right now and I know what you want to say to Derek... or rather, now your name is Daria. For now, I will only tell you that we are not in your time and world. We... how shall I put it. It will be easier for you to understand that we are a parallel reality, although in reality this is not entirely true. ..

While the old man was talking, Derek dutifully descended, trying to fight the urge to follow the instructions of this vile old man, but unable to do so.

- Ah, here you are.. Yes, now you look like this and will be with me until you earn forgiveness.. But for now, for the sake of my and your own safety, you will obey me ... Yes, until I run away that you won't harm yourself with your actions, I won't break this spell of submission. And don't clench your fists like that and make such an angry face.