From Modern Bully to Medieval Housewife (Patreon)

Pouring the ale from the heavy jug, Eleanor's hands shook slightly from its weight as if it was something heavy, trying to ignore her tight, painful bodice. Hoping that her long hair wouldn't fall on her husband, she carefully moved her head to the left so that her hair could fall on her back instead.

She hated everything about being a medieval woman: wearing uncomfortable dresses, long hair constantly annoying her, being a housewife serving her husband, having a ridiculous body of a woman, and most of all being a wife to Thorne, a rough husband.

Eleanor would do anything to return to the modern times, her old male body, jeans and her bully's life where she always got her way and never bothered about serving anyone. However, for now, she needed to pour the ale in her husband's wooden jug carefully or else she would surely earn his wrath.

Thorne, her husband, watched her with an expectant glare, tearing into a piece of bread. "Hurry up with that ale, woman," he growled. Eleanor, gritting her teeth, finished pouring ale and turned around. Her breasts shifted under the tight fabric of her dress, reminding her once again of her current reality, caused her to sigh in dismay and annoyance. "Damn these things!"

"What did you say!?" Thorne's voice was sharp as he spoke up.

"N-n-nothing, Thorne." She stumbled over her words, trying to calm him down. The last thing she wanted was to spark his wrath.

Her new husband chuckled roughly, taking a sip of his ale and wiping his mouth. "That's what I thought." He paused for a moment, then slapped her bottom harshly with a cruel grin. "Hurry it up, then. And don't daydream like a useless, dumb wench."

She jumped a bit from the unexpected smack and nodded meekly. 'This is a fucking nightmare,' she thought, bristling with indignation and biting her tongue hard so the curse word wouldn't come out of her mouth. Her mind flashed back to the moment that changed everything: her visiting a medieval historical theme fair, when she was still a muscular guy from 21 century and decided to make fun of a redhead peasant maiden. She reluctantly agreed and, saying that she knew a secluded place, led him to some tent and convinced him to try out a weird relic for tourists, called The Magical Mirror. At first, it seemed funny, but when he touched the cold metal surface of the mirror, he saw his face as a beautiful maiden in a medieval dress who repeated every moves he did. Then, unexpectedly, everything around him changed.

When she opened her eyes after blinking, she was standing in this small medieval kitchen with two soft breasts under the constricting tight corset pressing painfully on her ribs. It's was already a month later and so many humiliating and unpleasant things happened in her new life that made her realize that it's better forget about her agressive, male pride and other principles and submit, enduring the indignity and obeying the rough and unfriendly new husband.

"I said stop your daydreaming, dammit!" Thorne barked, making her blink and snap back to the present moment.

"Oh! I-I-I'm sorry!" she stammered, the stew boiling loudly as she reached out quickly and stirred it with the spoon. "Almost ready, honey!" Eleanor smiled sweetly despite wanting to flip the pot's contents over her foul-tempered husband's face. 'Damn, why the fuck do I have to call a jerk like him honey?' she cursed inwardly knowing perfectly well why and getting back to her new life's duties, serving him at the table.