Meera's life (Patreon)

Seating on a chair with a fake smile on his face, Mark pretended that he enjoyed listening to stories about Meera's husband's daily work life, just like she did. When Meera's husband spoke, he put his hands on his sari covered legs. But it didn't feel comfortable to him at all. The soft silken material reminded him that his body was now female. And no matter what, his inner self couldn't adapt to his new reality.

Mark was still a man. His male mind was trapped inside a female body, unable even speak about his real self, due to a law passed by the government, making his situation worse. He could only pretend. Pretend he was Meera, pretend to live her boring life dealing every day with a stupid female body and a husband that was thinking about sex most of the time, or his work.

"Are you okay? You seem distant." Meera's husband said, staring at him.

"Yes. Ho... honey, everything is fine," he responded feel again ashamed to say 'honey' to the person he hated, and despised so much. "Just a little headache. That's all. I'll go to sleep now."

Meera's husband's gaze moved up and down his body.

"You're still beautiful."

He didn't answer. He hated when Meera's husband talked about how 'beautiful' his female body was. He wanted his old male body back and those words only made him feel more humiliated, and angered him. Before Alr Shift Mark was a straight, 23-years old young man, living in college campus in USA and enjoying his student life. He was planning to marry his girlfriend, Amy, and standing on knee asking her a marriage proposal when this shit happened.

A white flash crossed his vision, and for a moment everything became black. When he opened his eyes, he felt something weird in his mouth. He still standing on knee but now felt how somebody pull his hair up. His head moved forward an back automatically. Something heavy was hanging on his chest and moving forward and back too. He looked up and saw Meera's husband, watching TV, drinking beer and pulling his hair. Mark immidiatly stood up felt how his new big ass bounced as his body moved while his new tits were hanging loose. It was horrible feeling and he looked down his body, wearing a tight purple sari, which he hated now, because it reminded him about first time after shifting, but Meera's husband forced him to wear it.

"Meera, please, don't lying to me about headache. You must remind yourself more often what your doctor said, after mass hallucination attack" - he heard Meera's husband saying while Mark's hands went up to his tits and squeezed them hard. They were really heavy, soft, and his nipples were erect and hard.

"I know," - Mark whispered silently and thought, 'Stupid bastard. Stupid government and the stupid scientists! I am not Meera. I'm Mark. A MAN. God, help us! Fuck this world.'

"Now, come here and kiss me."

His whole body froze. This wasn't happening. Not again. Mark felt himself trembling with anger. He didn't want this. He still was a man, liked women, not men, it was wrong. But when Meera's husband said againg 'Kiss me', he slowly stand up and moved his lips closer to his cheek. He closed his eyes, wishing this was a nightmare, a terrible dream. But instead he felt how lips kissed the lips. The body shivered in disgust and humiliation. It was very sensual kiss, with tongue moving inside his mouth. Hands grabbed his big ass and squeezed it, pushing him close to Meera's husband's chest. Mark moaned silently, hating himself and Meera's husband, hating this fucked-up world where he had been trapped.