Kyle's wig (Patreon)

In the backroom of a wig store, Kyle stood with his arms crossed and sneered at the little old lady that sat on the other side of the table.

"Do you think this is some sort of game?" he asked. "I could crush your throat with one hand."

Kyle was a tall, muscular, and good looking guy, the sort who knew it. He'd been arrested three times already in his life, and he was only twenty-four.

"Take a seat, boy," she said without fear. She placed her wrinkled, arthritic hands flat on the table. "I don't know how you found out about me, but if I correctly understand your words, you wish for the world to forget all the crimes that you've already done, is that correct?"

"That's right," Kyle grinned.

"Well, I can do that," she said calmly, "for a price and you-"

"Shut up!" Kyle snapped. "No stupid price. Just do it or I'll kill you, witch!"

The old lady cackled a laugh. "Witch, eh? Maybe. Oh... how many times I've been threatened by men like you," she looked down at the table. "Alright" she stand up and walked to the old chest in the corner, opened it and took out an wig made with long golden curly hairs. The old witch sat again. "With my magic wig, nobody will ever remember that you've done any crimes, boy," she said a wicked grin as she offered him the wig.

"Funny old bitch, are you mocking me?" taking the wig, Kyle played with the hairs, twisting it between his fingers. "This will make people forget about the things that I did," Kyle snorted. "If that didn't work, I'll back here, y'hear."

He instantly grabbed the wig and ran out to the streets. "Hope this thing really works." He thought while riding his motorbike. Sirens suddenly burst forth in the distance "Fuck!! I thought they are not following me today!" Kyle cursed while looking behind him. He turned on a narrow street, stopping his motorbike to take off his helmet and put on the wig.

At this moment, police cars suddenly showed up and slowed down near him. A loud male voice came from the open car window "It's just a fucking chick!" and drove fast away.

"Haha! Damn fucking cops" Kyle laughed inside "seems the wig works" he muttered while putting back the helmet, turn the motorbike and drive away in the opposite direction.

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Satisfied while riding his motorbike, Kyle noticed opened cheap street cafe in a remote corner. It was crazy night and he wanted drink bottle of beer, so he stopped his bike near and walked to opened window. Old man looked at him and said with smile on his face: "Hello, what can I do for you, pretty face?"

"Gimme beer, asshole." answered Kyle noticing how strange his new higher pitched voice sounded.

"We're selling only iced coffees and lemonades, honey" giving him glass bottle filled with golden lemonade.

"What a fuck?" thinking Kyle holding bottle in hand. His big palm seemed different, very small and thin with poorly painted and broken nails. Kyle slowly looked at glass cafe's window seeing young blonde skinny girl. She looked at him with questioning eyes repeating his own movements, holding a bottle.

Suddenly Kyle felt something strange on his chest and instinctively he glanced to down and froze. Small mounds were visible under soft white dirty fabric covering thin body. "Nooo!! Shit!!!! What the fuck!" he screamed in high pitched voice dropping the bottle.

"Hey!! You wanna pay!!" old man angrily shouted to him from behind the opened window.

Kyle touching his strange full lips and soft white cheeks without noticing old man's words. His hands moving over his slim body, grabbing soft feminine breasts, feeling strange sensation from nipple. "Oh, no! My..." He pulled up short nightgown to look at his soft pussy.

"Oh, please God!" old man shouted again, interrupting his thoughts "No one wanna see yer pussy! Pay for the damn drink now!"

"Huh?" Kyle suddenly realized that all of this just effect of magic wig. He quickly grabbed his hair pulling it away, but feeling pain as long golden curly hairs became part of his head.

"You gonna pay or I gonna call the police, blondie!" the old man screamed, but suddenly stopped and smiled at Kyle. "Kayla, why you're on street? Come inside now and change into waitress's uniform, ya hear? Many customers coming for breakfast. We need to get ready!"

"Y... you kno... me" Kyle couldn't believe his ears.

"You kidding, dummy!? Ya living with me 3 years! Did ya get amnesia or something?" said old man stroking Kyle cheek. "You okay, girl? Maybe I have to send you to the hospital."

"Get off!!" Kyle angrily shouted to him while driving away, "What the hell?! Damn! This fucking magic wig turned me into a girl or something

"Magic wig? What are you talking about? My poor wife lost mind!" The old man sadly shaking his head while returning inside.

Kyle looked back wanted to return but couldn't find now his bike, it disappeared. Suddenly he felt strong feel go to cafe and change his clothes. "Damn it! Why?? Why I need go inside there!! I want leave this damn place, but this old man will be angry if I not going work in his cafe. Stupid! Arrghhh! Why it is so important?" he screamed and looked down at his breasts. "I don't want being fucking bitch. Being waitress in some shithole cafe!" he looked at his hand and narrowed his eyes. "What?! Why am i wearing some ugly cheap ring? It's not mine! Damn, I feel strange while looking at this thing" Kyle started spinning this little ugly ring wanted to take from his finger, but suddenly feeling heavy breathing "Oh, no! I can't get it off... Daddy will be mad... I must sorry him, he loves me, I know it... but... little blow job never was bad..." he though feeling wet pussy, suddenly realized what he said, feeling humiliated. 

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He hurried to cafe, whispering angrily "Arrggghh! Damn!! Fuck!! What a shame!! How can i even think this!!" while dressing waitress's uniform. It was just cheap white shirt and red skirt with suspenders on shoulders. "No! No! No!! Shit!! I can't go out in such fucking ridiculous costume. Damn!! What happened?! Why i not can just walk out? Why not?"

Strange feelings inside her scared her. Feeling weak, weak to fight with own feelings. Kayla slowly moved to mirror. Young thin girl looking back. Blond beautiful face with long golden curls. "Damn, my hair so disheveled!" thought Kayla looking at herself. She took small comb from drawer and tried fixing her messy locks. After fixing her hair, she noticed makeup supplies.

"Make up!! Shit! I look so ugly with this awful look! I can't face the customers like that!" thought Kayla, quickly cleaning off mascara marks from her pale cheeks. Taking off this shit and putting on some new makeup in her waitress get up. "Now much better." she smiling back at girl in the mirror, enjoying her looks and slowly changed her expression "what am i doing???!! I need go!"

She quickly walked in dining area wanted go out and then left forever from the cafe, but stopped to look at customers. They started getting coffee and breakfast. Most of them didn't notice her arrival. "Arghhh!!!" she held her head in despair. "What the fuck is happening? These are so strange feeling! I know that I must walk out. So why the fuck i not leaving?! Damn! I hate it. This feeling is disgusting me! I need just take few customers orders, serve the food or coffees and go!"

"Good morning, sir." Kayla politely asked, trying to hide the disgust inside of her while standing beside first customer.

"Hahaha!! Good morning to ya, too, honey!!" answered fat old man and laughed at her, Kayla felt her face burning in embarrassment and rage, feeling urge to slap this guy hard. "What will it be for yar breakfast today, sir?" Kayla whispered

"I want... Two eggs, two big bacon and your slutty pussy as dessert!! HAHAHA!!" answered guy grabbing her small ass, spitting his whiskey on her cheek and squeezing his arm around Kayla's shoulder and placing her on his knee.

"Don't touch me, you... sweety pie!" replied Kayla smiling nervously, feeling strange lusty feeling and used sweet girl tone on purpose.

"HAHAHA!!" this man laughing hard, squeezing her ass harder "You are soooo sexy slut!!! Your husband is damn stupid. I would never married a skank like you. So better sit down with me, baby" pulling her towards him so that she sits next to him.

Ohh. Y... your o... orders...sweety pie" feeling hot and blushed, answering with more nervous shyness than before. "You want... eggs?" whispered Kayla moved her hand to his jeans, slowly opening and unzipped his pants. "C.. can I..." She lowered down to his dick and kissed it softly "Mmm... Let's start cooking"

"Oh, shut up, whore!" he whispered angrily and pressed her head to his penis. Kayla felt shocked realized that she really did this. "Damn, what i doing!!!" Kayla thought, tried fight but man was already holding her hair tightly with one hand moved her mouth up and down his huge cock "Mmmmph!! Hmmmnph!! Hmmmppphh!!!". Kayla moved her tongue, licking it all over trying said anything "Noooooooo!!! Stooooop mmmmmmmmpph!!!" she moaning with dick in her mouth.

"Kayla, sweeatie!!" hearing familiar voice, Kayla shocked feeling how man's hand stopped her head, but her mouth stayed full of his dick.

"Hi, Jack, long time no see." fat man with beer belly laughed, hiding Kyala under table with his free hand.

"Have you by any chance seen Kayla? She must be here, but I can't found her. She is maybe in backroom, but no. Have you seen her today, dear friend?" asked old man worried, looking around.

"Kayla? Hmmm. Yes... Kayla is taking my order now, i mean. She may be on her way here with order, my friend" answered him. "Mmphh!!! Mmmmphh!!!" muffled Kayla feeling man's dick deeply in her throat, but old man was not hearing her because the music was loud.

"Ahh, thanks. She was a little strange today... She must be in kitchen now." said old man leaving.

"Mmph! Hmmmnnph!! Mmmmm!" trying to scream Kayla moans and moved her tongue while feeling fat guy's hand tightly squeezing her hair and head and againg moved it up and down on his dick, "Mmhmhmhp!!!"

"Damn, your husband is fucking old idiot! Hahahahaha!!!" laughed guy finally let her breath, still squeezing her hair tightly and moving Kayla's mouth, fucking her throat hard, moaning from pleasure "Mmmm.. Your slutty little mouth feels sooooooo gooood, Kayla!!"

"Pppllleeeaaaassee sttttooop oooooouuuuttt!!!! I nneedd oouut hhere!!" mumbled Kayla through man's fat dick, closing her eyes while hot salty cum started shooting inside her throat, going directly to her stomach.

Fat guy pulled her hair more tightly, squeezing her head with other hand "Ohhhhh!!! Bon appetit, honey!!! Hahahaha!!" laughed guy while slowly removed his dick and spitted on her face, moving her away "So... 2 eggs, two big bacon and big banana milkshake... All right."

"Wh... What..." Kayla shocked looked at him still on knees near his leg and feeling again stranger and disgusting feelings, slowly moved up and said "Your order will be ready very soon, sweety pie." and whispered to herself "Wtf?!" while walking in kitchen 

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Epilogue (a couple of weeks later)

Kayla slowly walked in the city center feeling depressed, kicking some stones on sidewalk. She still couldn't believe and digest these past two horrible weeks and hated everything what happened, although at the same moment these memories triggered waves of strange excite in her body, giving her more rage and anger than ever. "Argggghhh... Why this always happens when I just even think of his things?! Fuuuck!! I really wanna kill myself right now. Damn!! I, a tough and muscular criminal guy, now work in crappy, dump cafe all days and nights, wearing ridiculous dress every single day and worst - making blowjob and h****b almost each visitors" Kayla muttered angrily to herself felling how her mouth salivate from weird arousing while she remembering herself kneeling between customers legs. "What a shame... I must find that old whorish witch" whispered softly.

Suddenly her gaze fell on familiar person. It was old shop witch that gives her the magic wig. She walking slowly, hiding between people passing on the streets. Kayla instantly rushed to her, ignoring hateful feeling from jiggling boobs bouncing with her step "This bit..." catching a second a word, but didn't manage and keep with dirty words in mind "...tchh!" Kayla gritted her teeth "will regret this!" while rushing forward.

"Hey, you fuc... cun..." closing fast the gap to witch, she noticed that it’s difficult for her to say swear words "fu... pretty lady" called to the witch and stopped near.

"Ehhhm.. Hello, young lady." said witch without recognizing this girl, "Did you want something from me? Tell me" she looking at Kayla with questioning and nice smile.

"Ohhhh, please!! Stop this fu... cute sweet acting! You remember me. You remember that two weeks ago gave me, huh, Magic wig" angrily spoke girl. "Do you? Hey, listen bit... sweetheart" whispered Kayla "If you don't turn me back quickly, you will be dea... live very long life. Ookkk, sweet heart?"

"How strange you are talking. Maybe it's really effect of one my special wigs which you apparently were wearing while you came to shop for the last time." murmured quietly. "Oh, my darling, you know, I cannot help, because only you know magic words which will allow return to your normal life."

"Ohhhh... Sweetie, Please" whined Kayla "I don't know any fu... cute magic words... please."

"Really?" surprised and laughed softly "Actually, it's impossible." She sounded cheerful while saying "You must know this magic phrase in your heart. Only if" witch paused for few secs and softly added "if I didn't specifically tell you about them before you put a wig. Am I, stupid kitty?" she chuckles "looks like you were an extremely bad person, weren't you, pretty dolly?! And now you are trapped forever live this cute horny slutty doll life." she whisper-cried with loving gaze