Anastasia's Curse (Patreon)

Anastasia, who was sitting on a chair, looked angrily at the man who had just abruptly sat her back on the sofa, rudely telling her something that she did not understand well. She wanted to get up and leave here to figure out why she suddenly became a girl and ended up here in a nightclub, but this man did not let her do this.

"Kto ty blyat' takoy?! Day mne uyti!" (Who the fuck are you?! Let me go!) Anastasia said for the first time, clearly hearing her high, squeaky voice and her Russian speech, not yet understanding that she was speaking Russian

The man, eyeing her with a mix of amusement and confusion, retorts, "Calm down, Barbie. What's with the sudden drama?"

From everything that the stranger said, Anastasia only clearly understood the word 'Barbie' and that was too much, she realized that it was an appeal to her. “Barbie? Nyet, Ya ne... I don’t understand,” suddenly realizing that she was speaking Russian, Anastasia abruptly tried to switch to English, “I no your Barbie. I... powerful. I need out vy this... You will regret." clumsy she said with a very strong Russian accent heavy.

The man laughs, his demeanor patronizing. "Powerful? You, Barbie? You're just a high, messed-up Russian party girl."

Anastasia attempts to assert her lost authority. "I am not party girl! I show you... you see." Произнесла она в очкередной раз с mix of broken English and Russian.

"Show me? What, your pole dance? You're just drugged, Barbie. A drugged, Russian Barbie," the man said condescendingly with the same smile, hinting at Anastasia's strange behavior

Anastasia's instinct wanted to tell him to fuck this asshole, but her mind was strangely confused with new unexpected feelings. New, unfamiliar fear grips her – the fear of upsetting this man. For reasons she can't understand, she now cares about his opinion, a feeling so alien it leaves her disoriented. "I... I don't do pole dance!" she stammers sounded voice a mix of anger and a newfound fear

She saw a pink, disgustingly feminine phone next to her and took it in her hands unlocks with her face, a feature that both surprises and irritates her. Scrolling through the contacts, she finds names like "Vodka Veronica," "Party Pete," "Club Cassie" - people from the world of this new Anastasia, far removed from the mafia connections she once had. Attempting to call someone who might understand her, she's met with frivolous conversations and giggles, further alienating her.

Sitting uncomfortably in leggings and a short tight top, Anastasia feels the weight of her long hair and the unfamiliar curves of her new body. Her heart was beating too fast to say she wasn't afraid. Although, as a mafia boss, she had been in worse situations, but now she seemed lost and didn’t know what to do.

Taking deep breaths, Anastasia carefully observed how her already large breasts heaved and seemed to increase in size. From this angle, she had never seen a woman's cleavage before and it was humiliating and strange for her. Long hair, heavy breasts, tight leggings and that short top. It was all wrong. And why couldn't she do anything? Why couldn't she just tell that asshole to go to hell? She just needed to leave here, but she sat here as if obeying this simple man, whom in her ordinary life she simply did not even consider mafiosi to be people.

"This is no me..." she mutters in English, her voice squeaky and high, alien to her own ears.

The man, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort, continues in a mocking tone. "You look just fine, Barbie. Why so upset? Lost your favorite lipstick?"

Anastasia's anger rises. "Lipstick? Ya ne nuzhdaus' v etom!" (I don't need that!) She struggles to find the words in English and trying to overcome her fear of this man. "I a man, a boss. I find out why I girl now, you... you sorry."

The man bursts into laughter. "A man? A boss? Sure, Barbie. And I'm the President. You're just a confused, little Russian girl."

Feeling helpless and humiliated, Anastasia tries to stand up, to walk away from this man and his insults. But he grabs her arm, pulling her back down beside him. "Where do you think you're going, Barbie? You need me. Without me, you're just an illegal nothing."

Anastasia feels a feeling of great panic. She didn't know why, but she felt that this man, whoever he is, seems to hold power over her in this new reality. She's no longer the one in control. Then, he leans in, hugging her and planting a kiss on her lips. Anastasia's body freezes, the kiss feeling like the biggest humiliation of her life and she can't do anything about it, feeling her tongue relaxing and circling in his mouth, her nipples became hard, and it was hot between her legs while the man's hand squeezes her ass tightly.