villages of France (Patreon)

Passing by an old abandoned house in one of the abandoned villages of France, a couple of young people, Frank and Gloria, looked sadly at the places where people once lived. This house was not something remarkable and did not stand out from the rest, but both decided to look in and see what was there now inside. All the same, this European tour and the journey was already getting a little boring, and the lovers loved all sorts of abandoned places and could not resist their curiosity.

Of course, as expected, the house was a complete mess and chaos everywhere. Although both loved such places, but for some reason everything here was depressing.

- Well, apparently there was once a stormy life here. I wonder why people left this place?

- I don't know, Gloria, but, to be honest, I would really like to know.

Suddenly, after Frank's words, the door suddenly slammed in the house from a strong wind that penetrated inside and raised all the dust into the air. Rzeko, coughing, the lovers decided to quickly leave this place, but something invisible picked up Frank's body so that he could not move. It was as if there were hands in the air that would not let Frank in, who looked helplessly through the rising dust as his girlfriend ran away and called to him.

Her voice grew quieter and quieter, until it finally disappeared completely, although he should have heard her, because the door was a few meters away. Everything around during this time began to transform and become cleaner and more habitable. The dishes themselves were put on the shelves and new ones appeared, the floor became cleaner and newer and the furniture was assembled and gradually turned into new, although it was clear that these were all quite old things.

And with Frank, in parallel with this, there were changes that he felt with his whole body. It didn't hurt, it just looked like he was just changing clothes in some weird way. He did not immediately feel the changes in his body, only at the moment when his chest became heavier and long hair began to touch his neck, he realized that the changes were happening not only with his clothes.

Finally, all the dust settled and Frank was able to regain control of his body as the invisible grip released him. Looking around, he realized that everything here was from the 1950s or 1960s, but everything was like new, albeit a little used. He was wearing a woman's long dress, which just fit his new female body.

Taking in air into his chest, looking down and looking at the two hills under the dress in the chest area, Frank felt and obviously understood that he really somehow now had female breasts. He was distracted from studying himself by the sharp sound of a creaking door.

- Damn it, why is she still squeaking?

The displeased woman muttered aloud and looked up at the perplexed Frank holding his new large female breasts in his hands.

- What are you doing, Marceline? There is no place for this here! Decent girls don't behave like that! We still have a lot of work to do!

And grabbing Frank's hand, she led him somewhere.