At the Party (Town) (Patreon)

Jonathan was not happy that he had to participate in the "Town" experiment, and it was obvious. He lost everything he valued so much, or rather, the only thing he was very proud of - his male body and brute strength. Although, when he signed the papers, he could not even imagine that his body would be changed in such a radical way. But still, it was still temporary, so Jonathan decided to play this role to the end.

He did not have much choice - either to sit in prison until the end of his days, or to agree to participate in this experiment and after the end to receive the long-awaited freedom.

Raising a glass with the other girls at the party now, Jonathan was just counting the days and trying not to lose his manhood even more. It is clear that no one here knew about his past life and everyone here played their roles. He guessed that one of these girls was also a guy, and someone might have been a little girl before the experiment or a mature woman. Now it was no longer important, it was necessary to play to the end ... although these few days here already seemed endless to him, and this was only the beginning.

- Miranda, why such a sad face! Have fun, it's your holiday

Miranda... Jonathan hated that name. It meant the worst thing that happened to him. He really hoped that no one would ever know who he had to be in this experiment. Girl! He was a weak skinny chick while retaining his face due to the features of the transformation! It was mind-boggling! Now he had to put on this stupid, feminine, humiliating dress according to these moronic rules, try to learn to walk in heels and do his own makeup! It was some kind of nightmare.

- My... my holiday?

Jonathan looked away for a second from his thoughts of humiliation and how angry he was because he had no idea it was a celebration in his honor. More precisely, in honor of the bride whose life he had to live according to the rules while he was in this experiment.

- Oooh ... - it was a sigh of almost all the girls around. They all realized that Miranda seemed to be out of touch with her script and fell silent for a second. However, realizing that they needed to continue, they started talking again as if nothing had happened, leaving an explanation for the girl who said that Miranada was sad

- Well... it's your bachelorette party, honey!

- My what?!

- Your fiancé...

- WHAT??!?!?

At this moment, the glass with the contents of alcohol was sharply drunk by Jonathan from new knowledge. And it was in vain. His new body was not designed for the doses of alcohol that he was used to drinking in his life and immediately caused severe intoxication.

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No one could know what was going on in Jonathan's head all these days. However, it was obvious that he did not like everything that happened to him in the days after he was in the Town project.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bride's wedding dress, it was clear from his face and stiff, sharp movements that he was already ready to give up everything and send everything to hell. This had already happened at that same bachelorette party when Jonathan freaked out and began to break all the rules that he had to follow while being here.

He smashed furniture, broke glass, tried to hit the bridesmaids who were comforting him, and after that he had a long and serious conversation with the organizers of the project and a psychologist, who explained to him all the rules again and again.

He had no choice. It became obvious at that moment. Could he run? Yes, of course, but how far could he go and how soon would he be found? And in the end, he did not have any documents, and this ... this is a weak female body in which he always felt humiliated and insulted, believing that this was someone's revenge. Revenge of some asshole he once wronged? Who knows, Jonathan didn't know that.

He could continue to behave not according to the script? Yes, of course, but in this case he would be sent back to prison. Men's prison right where he was! It was outrageous, but his place here was clearly explained to him.

Unfortunately for Jonathan, acting like Miranda's fiancee was the best decision. Therefore, despite all the internal indignation, against all the protests, he forced himself to continue this path.

However, now, knowing what would happen next and having read the script, Jonathan realized the shame of his position. Not only did he get this weak female body, he lost all his muscles and even his tall stature. He couldn't use it anymore and only felt the weakness and jiggling of his boobs that reminded him daily of who he was. As if that wasn't enough? Yes! He needed to walk down the aisle like a bride now! So, what is next? Next... kiss?! Damn, does he really have to kiss some guy?! He did not even want to think about sex and other caresses. It was already the most humiliating thing he had to do.

Miranda, are you ready?

One of the bridesmaids came through the door, cautious and aware that Miranda might be rude. So she calmly looked at Jonathan and smiled, took his hand and tried to calm him down, not knowing what a terrible person Miranda used to be and what terrible things she did. Her racist life as a skinhead and her life as Jonathan. She probably wouldn't feel sorry for Miranda like that. But, there were rules and no one knew about the past life of the other participants.

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Slowly opening his eyes, Jonathan felt that he was lying on some kind of hard surface. The sharp unpleasant smell of old housing and alcohol was immediately felt and it was impossible not to feel it.

- I chto mne s ney delat'?! (And what should I do with it?!)

The voice of a stranger speaking in pure Russian made Jonathan try to get up. And again he felt that strange unaccustomed weight in the chest area. Lowering his head down, he saw the same disgusting kind of neckline with big female boobs. The breasts seemed to have become even larger, but this was due to the effect of the push-up bra, which Jonathan for some reason now wore and the straps of which pressed so unpleasantly on his bare shoulders. The tight dress humiliatingly showed that he still had the same weak female body and looking at his small fingers with painted red manicure disgusting for Jonathan, he said

- Blyat'... (Fuck...)

Jonathan said, still hearing that his voice was just as feminine and high. He didn't even notice that he was speaking Russian,

- Opa. Kazhetsia ona prosnulas'! Potom pogovorim. Who-who? Moya zhena, khakha. (Oops. It seems she woke up! We'll talk later. Who-who? My wife, haha).

Jonathan immediately raised his eyes in displeasure and stared at the stranger, who seemed to be talking about him now. So what? Wife? Wife?! What the heck?! He didn't get married to the fucking project "Town" and canceled the wedding. But... Damn, what did they do to him? He didn't understand anything after someone tased him when Jonathan tried to run away, balancing awkwardly on his heels and in that stupid wedding dress.

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Of course, Jonathan had no idea that months had passed since the wedding he had canceled. He was immobilized and put to sleep and again sent for "revision". This was the official version. No one wanted to mess with the prison guy who turned out to be unsuccessful for the experiment again. After some discussion, the scientists and the government decided that they would use plan "B" for Jonathan.

He was connected to a conversion machine and his knowledge of English was replaced with knowledge of Russian. He was given a block on Jonathan's knowledge of his past life, and even more so of the experiment. Now he could not tell anyone, although he remembered everything perfectly. After that, he was sent to Russia to one of the Russian gangsters, with whom one of the people working in the Town project had contact.

Boris was glad to have a girl at his disposal, but more than that he was glad to receive a large amount of money and, without thinking twice, forged papers, making documents to his new wife in the name of Marina Smirnova.