That strange look... (Patreon)

It was about 11 p.m. when Barry woke up in an uncomfortable position, curled up on the sofa in the middle of the living room. The smell of food being cooked filled the entire space and the loud noise from Brandon's conversation with some guy made it clear to Barry that this was the living room of his house.

Wrinkling his eyes at the unexpected guest, Barry was about to tell this idiot son of his that he forbade his friends of non-traditional sexual orientation to be brought into their house. But suddenly a long lock of hair blocked part of Barry's view and he had to reach out with his hand to remove this lock.

- What the...

Lowering her gaze and looking at her naked female body, Barry said slowly, not yet understanding whether this was true or just an optical illusion. But neither Brandon nor his friend paid absolutely no attention to it.

Meanwhile, while Barry was examining her body, tearing her mouth in surprise, slowly running her hands along her smooth skin and Polish belly, feeling and noticing how her sensitive little tits trembled, reaching out to her very experienced and already knowing a lot of male cocks vagina.

It took a few more movements to get up and realize that Barry's feet were wearing high-heeled shoes with ropes tied around the feet so that it was impossible to simply remove them. But nevertheless, balancing difficultly on her heels, Barry reached the nearest mirror to make sure with her own eyes only that all this did not seem to her.

Barry Smith looked at herself in the reflection in the mirror, completely shocked by her appearance and not understanding absolutely anything. Her masculine body and big beer belly were gone and now she looked like some cheap prostitute, feeling the touch of her long hair and hoop earrings dangling and dangling down under gravity from her earlobes. There was no longer that frightening 45-year-old man who was once in prison and had great authority, who tried in many ways to change his son and make him "normal".

Now in her head there was literally an emptiness and she tried to understand at least something. Only plump surprised lips and slutty makeup on her face were reflected in the mirror.

- Hey, you. Are you gonna get dressed and get the hell out of here or get kicked out?!

Her gaze flickered to Brandon's voice, who was taller than her even though she was wearing heels, and was staring at her sternly, pointing to the door. And only at that moment she remembered how yesterday, while drinking in a bar, she told her pimp friend that Brandon needed to be taught to be "normal", how she agreed with him that she needed to call some whore to Brandon and then that strange look of the bartender...