VR helmet (Patreon)

The helmet of a new generation of virtual reality made it possible to really immerse yourself in the fake world as much as possible. The helmet clung to a special implant, which the people of the Earth had been wearing for a long time, storing literally all the information about a person. The joint ligament of the implant and the helmet made it possible to achieve complete immersion

- Damn tin can, what the hell is wrong with you

Brendon spoke loudly as he banged on the VR helmet. He acquired this helmet not so long ago, but has already managed to enjoy this helmet in medieval quests and games in space. Today he decided to try out a black market game with erotic possibilities and even sex. This possible new experience clouded Brandon's mind, who, without thinking about viruses or other computer problems, bought this game.

- Smoke! What? What the...?!... Why doesn't it come off the head... woah!

Suddenly, Brandon finished the sentence in a strange high voice, smelling the smoke around him, but at the same time noticing that his clothes seemed to have changed. It was as if his T-shirt was stuck and squeezing him in the chest area, and his boxer shorts became even more dense and made of some kind of hard material. Something touched and tickled his shoulders

- What's going on there?

Heard Brandon discouraged unfamiliar female voice, as if from the next room.

- I... uh... what the fuck?!

Taking off his helmet and looking down, Brandon squeaked like a girl, in shock, left on his female chest, which was with a noticeable new weight, balancing on high heels

- Oh fuck! I told you not to touch it, you stupid whore!

Pushing away and taking away Brandon's virtual reality glasses, an elderly brightly made-up lady of 40-50 years old in slutty clothes suddenly entered and immediately attacked Brandon

- Who you are? What the hell is going on here?!

Brandon continued to speak in too high a voice, but it turned out like a 7 year old girl.

- Honey, I'm sorry I called you that, you are my sweet baby

The lady suddenly cheered up, putting aside her helmet and, in response to Brandon’s too cute angry cry, she didn’t swear, but instead came to hug

- Your voice always pleases me, the sun. I know how you have to, only perverts and scum come to you, but they pay well for you and for your features. Therefore, everything. And don't touch that cert helmet, it's for clients only! Will have to deduct repairs from his salary

Brandon listened more and more realizing that he did not understand anything. Not knowing yet that he switched bodies with a prostitute Antoinette from the other side of the country due to the fact that she both decided to try this erotic helmet at the same time and a voltage drop and a power failure in the mains