Easy Peasant life (Patreon)

- What is this bullshit?!

Roger grunted loudly, looking at the luminous something that appeared from the picture in the museum and with every second got closer and closer to him. This strange bright glow in the first moments reminded Roger of ball lightning, but where does this miracle of nature come from here - in the museum? Moreover, he clearly saw how at first this bright spot appeared in the same picture with a plot from a medieval village

However, now this glow was already literally wrapping around Roger, as if he had fallen into some kind of space portal from his favorite cartoon about space marines.

- Get away from me!

Trying to brush aside the glow visible only to him, the boy shouted, noting that the echo from his voice no longer spreads so loudly in the quiet museum walls. Even such a hooligan and a spoiled boy who did not like to study like Roger understood that judging even by this fact, he was already on the street.

And this was indeed the case when Roger noticed that there were no museum expats around him anymore and he could not find anywhere his class and guide, with whom he spoke so rudely a few minutes ago, when the guide was talking about the hard life of women peasant women in the Middle Ages, talking about what the artist wanted to show in that very picture

"It's all bullshit! Stupid women always got their way!" Then Roger rudely objected from a deep resentment towards his mother, which was then expressed in such emotions and feelings. It was a very loud and emotional argument with the tour guide, who was trying to calm down a selfish spoiled boy. But with every word she said, Roger only got angrier and angrier, until in the end the tour guide decided to just shut up herself, as if admitting defeat. However, a sly smile settled on her face at that moment, until Roger, not knowing that the tour guide was a hereditary witch. rejoiced at his victory in the dispute.

But now he didn't think about it. He already noticed how long hair was getting longer every second, tickling his neck and itching in his head so that he really wanted to scratch himself. His hands and thoughts were occupied only with how to drive away this strange bright glow from himself, and, waving his arms, Roger only understood that it was useless, the glow was not felt in any way, unlike the changes in his clothes and body.

The T-shirt lengthened in the sleeves and the naala was connected with the fabric to the shorts, which, a few seconds before, had also connected and lengthened to cover Roger's legs. The new strange weight in the chest area attracted his attention more and more and only felt heavier. Only now he was finally able to see everything around more clearly and guessed the worst ... Despite the bright light from the glow still circling around Roger, the environment around him was obviously very similar to those same village houses in the picture ...

...

There were already faint sounds of some birds singing and horses neighing, but still at that moment it was still more like a fuzzy echo, as if from a TV in the next room. The weight in the chest area was already becoming obvious, and this greatly frightened Roger, who was afraid to look down, guessing what he might see there.

After all, the sensations still spoke precisely about the fact that his body was immature and he was becoming an adult woman, while with a very impressive heavy chest. And judging by the surroundings and especially the sensations from the new clothes, Roger already guessed that he was becoming some kind of medieval peasant woman.

- No no no!

Roger repeated loudly, noticing that his childish voice sounded different and was more like a full-fledged female soprano. The radiance around became less and less bright and the picture of medieval houses became very clear and tangible. It was not like imagination or illusion. Around and really everything was exactly the same as in that very picture.

Finally, in a final chord, a flash of light blinded Roger for a second as it wrapped around his face, completing the change. The heat enveloped his face as if Roger was suddenly embarrassed about something, although this was not so. A heap of many changes was finally completed, and after a bright flash, Roger slowly opened his eyes and saw that everything was now finished.

...

Taking a deep breath, Roger felt quite precisely and clearly the new weight of large female breasts, which were now part of his body and rose only higher with this breath, while he felt with his sensitive nipples the touch of the hard fabric of poor peasant clothing.

- It's all... ended...?

Trying not to think about the new sensations and the sound of his voice, Roger said, opening his eyes as wide as possible. He tried to find at least something from the modern time and the world familiar to him. At least one detail - a car, an old TV or some metal structures from the 21st century. But there was nothing that even remotely reminded him of that.

Long hair tickled his neck and unusually touched the skin of his face, periodically blocking the view. He still didn't want to look down, but it was important to do so. It was important to find out - the truth is everything that he feels or just seems to him. And slowly he lowered his face down, squinting his eyes in fear, when he first saw his neckline in this medieval peasant dress for women.

- This can't be... no... not this.. please... god..

- Isolde! What the hell are you doing here?!

A loud female voice reached Roger from somewhere else, but he ignored it and continued to concentrate on his feelings. Closing his eyes more and more and thinking that all this would be just a fantasy, he imagined that he was also standing in the museum and it all just seemed to him. But it was hard to argue with the sensations in the new body

- Isolde! Silly girl! I'm talking to you!

The loud voice came closer, and Roger, frightened already, opened his eyes to turn his head in the direction of the voice. An impressive woman with buckets in her hands and with a displeased face was heading towards him.

...

Inhaling the fresh air and scratching the smooth skin of her neck, Isolde peered into the distance, watching the local men return after a hard day in the field. Her gaze was fixed on one of these people, who was her husband. Despite the fact that she did not want this marriage and actually turned out to be a hostage of her position here, nevertheless now she began to find something interesting in him, especially comparing him with other men from the village

Her day was not yet over and there was still a lot of housework and chores to do, but now she could afford a short break to enjoy the rest and feel the joy of having such a good man.

She didn't give much thought to why she adapted so quickly to this new life. But she understood with her adult mind that many factors contributed to this, which she could only guess about.

Firstly, Roger's still unformed brain and mind was still in the process of growing up, and she intuitively acquired many habits already here. Secondly, although the witch punished Roger by sending him into the past and turning Isolde, she did everything so that Roger's life as Isolde was not completely unhappy. She picked Isolde a good husband and put into her head the new necessary knowledge that Isolde intuitively knew, not understanding where she knew all this from.

A lot of time has passed since then, although Isolde certainly liked to tell everyone about the future and that she was a boy named Roger, most people took it just as her jokes and at some point she herself began to doubt it everyone, finally accepting the new reality.