Help with smoking (Patreon)

Frank inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering taste of his cigarette as he observed the silhouette of the intriguing old woman fading into the distance. The promise of a spell to aid in quitting smoking left an eerie sense of anticipation hanging in the air.

"Should've probed her about the details. What did she mean by my mouth being occupied with something else in this new life?" he muttered, shaking his head in sudden realization of his hair, now neatly secured in a ponytail. Suddenly, his fingers brushed against an unknown object in his hand, accompanied by an unexpected weight on his shoulder... and chest!

"Oh my," he gasped, dropping the cigarette in astonishment. His eyes shifted to the chic bag gracefully slung over his shoulder, but the true revelation lay beneath. His hands instinctively sought his chest, discovering the undeniable presence of two substantial breasts beneath the snug white top. "Am I... a woman?!" Frank exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief, his fingertips exploring the newfound contours beneath the tight fabric.

"I'M A WOMAN?!" The form-fitting miniskirt embraced his waist, revealing feminine curves that replaced the once-familiar contours of his body. Each step felt like a delicate dance in the high-heeled shoes, adding an unfamiliar sway to his walk. The cascade of hair, elegantly tied in a ponytail, cascaded down his back, emphasizing the surreal transformation.

A stern voice disrupted his self-exploration, laden with disapproval. "Are you smoking!?" Frank turned to face a towering bodybuilder, his gaze firm and commanding. Frank had to tilt his head upward to meet the man's eyes.

"We've got a couple of hours before I hit the gym. If you're so fond of indulging in oral pleasures, darling, let's divert that enthusiasm towards a different flavor for your lovely mouth, shall we?" The stranger's grip on Frank's hand was assertive and he guided him away