A Stranger Comes to Town, Part 2 (Multi TFTG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

Friendly Oaks is just an ordinary rural town, full of common people and professions. But beneath that kind surface there are all manner of rivalries, tensions, hypocrisies, and love affairs. When a Stranger wanders into town, the people of Friendly Oaks find themselves changing - literally - after encountering him. Some transformations are small, others massive, some well-deserved, some not at all. But the town won’t be the same once the Stranger is done with it.

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Part 2: Partners

Gabe and Barrett were doing the early morning rounds together. The two men were the garbagemen of Friendly Oaks. It wasn't the best job, but as the saying goes, "the trash won't just take care of itself," and so the pair had filled a much-needed role within the town's machinery. They were a mismatched pair to look at them: Gabe was only in his mid-thirties and had a thin physique and obvious inability to grow facial hair, while Barrett was in his fifties, white-haired and apathetic, with a squat, beer-bellied body that had long subsisted off of alcohol and cigarettes.

And yet, despite their twenty year age gap, the two men got along like a house on fire. Barrett may have been an old battleaxe who liked to rib the ‘young rookie’ even when said ‘rookie’ had been working the job over five years, but he was a fair-minded work partner, and the two regularly bonded over their love of sport, beer, and a damn good steak. There was a reason why the two men often hung out on Barrett’s front porch, sipping cold ones and swapping stories. Gabe often bore the brunt of a few jokes, mainly about how he’d yet to find a girlfriend or a good living situation: he was still renting a piece of shit out in the neck of the woods up north, and even in Friendly Oaks the house prices were rising faster than his ability to save up for a reasonable deposit. Still, he gave as good as he got, particularly since Barrett was also single, only for the older man it was because he had a string of failed marriages seven long. Eight, if you counted the time he remarried Sonia only for her to divorce him a second time.

As such, the pair often joked that the only ‘perfect partner’ was each other. After all, they drank together, worked together, caught up for dinner often together, and went to the local games together. Hell, they even watched their favourite TV shows together, though Barrett always insisted on controlling the remote and flicking the channel to older serials that Gabe didn’t exactly care for. They had no idea how long this status quo would last, but the pair had an odd happiness in it, and perhaps that pushed women away anyhow. But on the fateful morning that the Stranger arrived, the status quo would finally be upended.

Though, in some other ways, perhaps not.

“What the hell are we even listening to?” Barrett asked, bushy white eyebrows raised at the pop song being played.

“Oh, um, it’s a Korean pop star song. Her name is Jisoo.”

“Let me rephrase that, Gabe. Why are we listening to it?”

They pulled up beside another house on the edge of Earl Street, and Barrett operated the arm to wrench up the waste container into the back of the vehicle. Gabe made a quick check to see if anything needed picking up, but there was nothing.

“I like it,” he said.

“You like it?”

“Yeah, I like it.”

“Gabe, you like rock and roll. Heavy metal. Maybe be a bit of Sinatra. I like those things. We’ve had an equilibrium for seven long years-”

“Actually it’s six years this Saturday.”

“Seven long years. You were the best man at two of my weddings, and both were utter shitshows except for your best man speech. And now you threaten to upset the applecart with this bullshit? What is she even singing about?”

Gabe coughed awkwardly. “Um, about true love, I think? About finding the perfect boyfriend?”

Barrett pulled to a stop, and the pair got out. Forty seven Earl Street never put their damn trash in the containers, so they had to go manual for some of the larger pieces. While chucking them in the truck, the older man continued to chuckle and rib his partner.

“Is this you telling me that you want to finally admit that you’re gay?”

“No! It’s just a fun song, that’s all. Besides, she’s pretty cute.”

Another raised eyebrow. “Now we’re talking. You’ve got a thing for Asian girls, don’t you?”

Gabe blushed. “So what if I do? I’m not creepy about it. I just find them cute. Here she is.”

He got her picture up when they got back in the truck, and Barrett nodded sagely. “Yeah, she’s cute alright. I’d fuck her. Maybe needs some bigger tits though. Flat chests aren’t my thing.”

“It’s a real wonder none of your marriages worked out, Barrett.”

The older man laughed. “I don’t see you getting married soon!”

“Well, the worst part is I see you getting married again.”

“Ha, touche! God, tell me this song ends soon. I need it to be over.”

“Nuh uh. Your team lost the game last night, so this is me having my winning moment.”

Barrett groaned, and drove around the corner to the last house on the stretch before town ended. He got the waste containers lifted, their trash deposited into the vehicle, and the two men got out to quickly check over their truck before heading off to the waste disposal facility outside of town. They were just doing their routine inspection - and Barrett taking some time to smoke a cigarette - when a strange figure approached them, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Jesus wept!” Barrett croaked, as a black-cloaked man was suddenly before him. His face was gaunt, with clear cheekbones, and his eyes glimmered strangely. He had to be six foot three or taller, and he wore a broad-brimmed black hat that made him think of one of those terrifying old Southern preachers. “You scared the balls off of me!”

“I am very sorry,” the figure said, in a voice that sounds like cracked glass underfoot. “I am new to town.”

“I’ll say,” Barrett replied, looking him up and down. “I’d recognise you anywhere otherwise. You stick out like a sore thumb here, doesn’t he, Gabe?”
“Don’t be an ass, old man,” Gabe said. He thrust out a hand. “I’m Gabe, this is Barrett. We’re the garbage disposal workers.”

Barrett rolled his eyes. “Garbagemen, in normal people speak.”

The stranger silently regarded Gabe’s hand, then extended his own long limb and shook it gently. The skin was surprisingly cold, and it made Gabe shiver.

“Jesus,” he said. “You’re freezing! Did you walk all the way here from out of town or something?”

“Something like that.”

“What’s your name, stranger?”

But instead of answering, the stranger looked up at their truck. “You’ve worked in this profession some time, then?”

“Uh, sure,” Gabe said. “I’ve been doing it nearly six years-”

“I was sure it was seven,” Barrett cut in.

“-and Barrett has been here since time first began.”

The stranger chuckled softly, and a thin smile came across his lips. “I don’t think so. I would remember you from that time, if that were the case. I was wondering if you two gentlemen-”

“I am no gentleman,” Barrett said, laughing in his raspy way.

“Regardless, if you would help me with some directions. I’m looking for a place to eat, and a place to stay.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Gabe said. “I got a spare map and I can mark out some good diners and motels.”

“Much obliged.”

Barrett was a little suspicious of this strange man. “What brings you to town, nameless stranger? After all, you didn’t give your name before.”

Another thin smile. “Just passing through.”

“That so?”

“Yes, though I imagine there shall be some . . . changes, along the route.”

“Interesting,” Barrett said, in a way that indicated suspicion. But then he looked up into the truck. “Dang it, Gabe, the map is in the left compartment! What kind of clownshow do you think we’re running?”

“It was in the right compartment, old man.”

“Well, I’ll be.”

Gabe put his marks on it, and passed it to the stranger, who looked at it for only a few seconds before folding it gently and placing it into a dark pocket. “I am in your debt, young Gabe.”
“Uh, thanks. Just don’t be leaving trash around.”

“I never do. In fact, I fancy myself a type of cleaner. And in that sense, I must be going.” He took two steps before halting, then turning to face them again. “You work well together, do you not? You seem to have good rapport.”

Barrett chuckled. “You could say that, even if the rookie here goes for all the wrong teams. Makes a damn good steak, though, and we both share a few cold ones as often as we can. Hell, we often joke that we’re each others’ work wives. God knows, I’m the only wife that the dateless rookie here is ever gonna have, and I’m not even a hot Korean gal the way he likes them.” He paused, wondering why he’d just volunteered that much information. He was suspicious of this stranger, and yet those worldly, ancient eyes seemed to compel him to open up.

Gabe too felt that strange pull. “Uh, yeah. It’s true. We’ve been together longer than Barrett’s marriages. I guess Barrett kind of is my workwife.”

The stranger nodded. “Well, in that case, perhaps it is best to adjust things so that you truly are married.”

Barrett chuckled, then stopped. “Yeah, wait, what? What the hell did you say?”

But the stranger’s eyes were lighting up. There was a cosmos inside them, a swirling universe of power, suns birthing and dying across billions of years and he could see it all.

“As you are older, and as Gabe has not had success finding a girlfriend, perhaps it is better you play the part of the new woman. After all, you have seven failed marriages, Barrett. Eight, if we count Sonia twice.”

Barrett’s cigarette fell from his lips. “What - how did you know about -”

But something was happening. There were pressures all over his squat, fat, older body. A strange tenseness was settling in his muscles, and Gabe looked upon him with shock as his gut began to pull in.

“Barrett! Your stomach! What the hell!?”

The older garbageman groaned. He clutched his midsection as it reversed back into his body, and then again as his hips creaked, going wider.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?” he said, only to halt in shock: his voice had become that of a high-pitched woman’s. More than that, it had a noticeable accent to it, one that Gabe recognised as likely Korean in origin. “What did you do to my voice? What are you doing to - nnghh! - my hips!”

The stranger gave a thin smile. “As I said, I am adjusting things. Gabe was respectful and kind to me, and you were suspicious. You are both in a relationship, and both seek a romantic one. And did not Gabe say that the Korean pop star Jisoo was his ideal woman? It only makes sense to sculpt you in her near-likeness.”

Barrett was freaking out. He began to hyperventilate as his skin tone changed, going from its Caucasian tan to a gorgeous light olive, free of blemishes and wrinkles. His arm hairs retracted, followed by his leg hairs, and then with a loud squeak he was forced to contend with the fact that his proud bush of chest hair had dissipated as well. He was shrinking, his shoulders reducing, his torso becoming slim, and his muscular arms and legs becoming thin, if shapely, appendages. The only things that were growing were his height, though not by much, and his hair, which was certainly by a lot. It drowned out his vision, and the panicking garbageman pushed it aside, still squeaking in that high-pitched female voice as his body caught up to said voice.

“My hair! What the flying fuck are you doing to me? Change me back! I’m not becoming some Korean girl!”

“You’re right,” the stranger said, even as Barrett’s eyes changed to become dark, and his hair shifted to a raven black as well. “You’re becoming Da-Eun, Gabe’s gorgeous Korean-American wife, and the love of his love.”

As if to emphasise that particular end-point, a pair of rings - engagement and wedding - appeared on Barrett’s ring finger, just as his hand became dainty and soft. His feet followed. The poor man nearly stumbled over, but his work boots resized, as did his clothing, even as his changes continued.

“No! Don’t do this! It was only a joke! You’re misunderstanding a damn joke - oh God! Help me out here Gabe! NGHH!!”

Gabe was flummoxed. For a moment he said nothing, then turned to the stranger. “It really is a joke! Was a joke! Still is! You don’t have to do this!”

But the stranger was adamant. “Consider it a gift. Besides, he’s nearly done.”

“WHAT!?” Barrett cried, though his mind was increasingly adjusting to his new name: Da-Eun, just as it was adjusting to feminine pronouns, a change that appalled him. His ass, saggy and old, became pert and young, and his legs impressively feminine. His hips creaked wider, and his chest pushed forwards. He groaned, clutching the developments in embarrassment as they became a healthy pair of C-cups.

“Since you like them larger,” the stranger said, as if he were doing the new Korean woman-to-be a favour.

“But I don’t want - oh no! No! Please tell me I’m drunk and no feeling - MPHH!!”

His dick withdrew in his body, followed by his balls, leaving him with a womanly slit instead. His stomach churned as a womb formed below it. As if by an afterthought, his face finally changed, losing its scruff and its weariness, and becoming a very beautiful Asian woman’s face, albeit one who wore no makeup and was on the job, uniform and all

Da-Eun stood there, aghast. She was now a short (albeit slightly taller than before), cute Korean woman who couldn’t have been older than twenty five, and had a killer body to boot. Her long black hair was in a professional ponytail, and her uniform had shrunk to conform to her new dimensions, obscuring her impressive hips and not-at-all bad C-cup chest, which was presently held in place by a bra, something she was certainly not familiar with. Worse, there was an emptiness between her legs, and a very feminine bit of plumbing in place of her former penis.

And far worse than even that was the fact that she couldn’t stop staring at Gabe, her partner of six to seven years, and being incredibly turned on by him. Her body was flushed with arousal, and her nipples were hard and erect, yearning for his touch. It was so fucking wrong, but now she actually was Gabe’s work wife, a very sexy Korean work wife, and she had a sparkling ring and wedding band on her finger to prove it. And she was fucking horny for him.

“Why do I feel this way?” she cried in her accented voice. “Why do I want to - want to - want to have sex with Gabe!”

“Because he’s your husband now, isn’t that right, Gabe?”

Gabe coughed. “No, no I’m not! I promise I didn’t mean for this, Da-Eun. I mean, Barrett! How do I know your new name?”

“Because that’s who she is,” the stranger said. “Don’t worry. She’ll be very attracted to you, and feel a need to be with you, and you to her. Consider it a gift, if you will. I am not in the habit of giving them. And besides, the streets are quite empty now if you wish to explore your new relationship. All the best to the new husband and wife.”

And with that, he began to walk away. Neither Gabe nor Da-Eun wished to follow him, and neither could think of anything to say. They were too busy looking at one another with unbridled lust, and trying not to think dirty thoughts.

“I th-think we better get back in the truck,” Gabe said.

Da-Eun nodded. “Yes. There’s lot of space in there, rookie. Lots and lots of space to do things. All sorts of things. Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck.”

“No, I mean fuck. As in, I need you to fuck me. That’s an order from your work wife, rookie!”

“But-”

“We can regret it later, but I need you to fuck me now! Please, husband!”

It didn’t take much convincing. Soon both were in the truck, and the truck was making some passionate sounds. Not that there was anyone else around to hear them. The Stranger was already moving on.

To Be Continued . . .