What's with that look, baby? (Patreon)

Dave slouched on the bed, glowering up at the guy standing in front of him. The guy smirked and said, "What's with that look, baby?" The word "baby" grated on Dave's nerves, fueling the anger simmering within. Being stuck in a woman's body after his ex-girlfriend's impulsive wish during their heated argument was uncomfortable and downright bizarre.

Gone were the days when Dave struck fear into the neighborhood as a tough bandit. Now, he was Marina, a weak, defenseless girl and an illegal immigrant in the USA. The guy in front of him? Yeah, that's his husband now. Life had dealt him a shitty hand.

Dave couldn't even shoot back a retort to the guy leering at him. The bra's straps dug into his shoulders, an annoying reminder of his lost strength. His long hair brushed against his shoulders, a sensation he despised. It felt foreign, like an incessant tickle that wouldn't go away. The soft strands teased his skin, amplifying the stranger experience of inhabiting a female form. His once-muscular arms were now skinny, and the added weight of woman's breasts felt like an unwelcome shit. 

Being a woman was something Dave hated with a passion. Every aspect of it irked him. The way his clothes felt different against his skin, the odd sway of his hips, the way his voice sounded when he spoke – it all contributed to an overwhelming sense of discomfort. But what irked him even more was the guy who somehow ended up as his husband. He wanted to tell the dude to go to hell, but the consequences were dire – a one-way ticket to Eastern Europe or some other shitty place. Life was just a big, fat mess, and the sensations of this new reality only made it more infuriating.