Temporal Turn (Patreon)

In the midst of a pulsating light within the Bodyport terminal, Jason, the captain of a modern football team, embarked on an odyssey that defied the boundaries of time. The sleek panels flickered ominously as the transfer process unfolded, an electrifying sensation coursing through his being.

As the luminescence enveloped him, Jason felt a gravitational pull in every direction, like being suspended between the present and an era long past. The resonance of the modern world faded into an ethereal symphony, replaced by an inexplicable harmony of time itself.

Suddenly, the grand chamber of Château de Beaumont materialized around him, and with it, the undeniable reality that the Bodyport had thrust him into the body of Isabelle Dufour, a French lady of the 1850s.

In the grand chamber of Château de Beaumont, Jason stood frozen, his gaze transfixed on the reflection of Isabelle Dufour in an ornate mirror. The weight of her unfamiliar body, adorned in layers of intricate lace and corsetry, was both physically and emotionally confining. His hands, delicate and adorned with elegant accessories, felt like an illusion.

Jason: "Attendez, quoi? Pourquoi je parle comme une femme? Cela ne peut pas être réel." (Wait, what? Why am I speaking like a woman? This can't be real.)

He surveyed the room, seeking any semblance of familiarity, but every corner whispered the secrets of a time long past. The realization struck him anew – not only had he become a woman, but the French language flowed effortlessly from his lips, a skill he had no recollection of acquiring.

Jason: "Et je parle français? Depuis quand ai-je appris le français?" (And I speak French? When did I learn French?)

The mirror offered no solace as Jason grappled with the incongruity of his reflection, the 1850s gown accentuating the feminine form he now inhabited.

Henri: "Calmez-vous, mademoiselle. Vous n'êtes probablement que fatiguée par le voyage." (Calm down, miss. You are probably just tired from the journey.)

Henri, the stern-faced security guard, stood nearby, attempting to soothe the disoriented Isabelle. The imposing weight of a gold-stamped letter in his hand hinted at the purpose behind Isabelle's presence.

Henri: "Mademoiselle Dufour, vous êtes ici pour une affaire d'une grande importance. Votre engagement est imminent, et vous devriez vous préparer." (Miss Dufour, you are here for a matter of great importance. Your engagement is imminent, and you should prepare yourself.)

Jason's eyes widened in comprehension as he strained to understand the French dialogue. The mention of an impending engagement only added layers of complexity to an already bewildering situation.