Backstory of "After two weeks in town" (Patreon)

Got a little inspired with image generation and decided to write a backstory =)

Main story: https://www.patreon.com/posts/after-two-weeks-92375241

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As Frank slowly opened his eyes from his deep sleep, he frowned as his eyes caught onto an unfamiliar ceiling above him - dirty with water washouts. He blinked rapidly trying to figure out where he was, it's a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings he was accustomed to. He lifted a hand to her face, noticing the unfamiliar weight of long, dark hair brushing against her arm.

"¿Dónde estoy?" (Where am I?) he muttered, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. He sat up abruptly and look around. The room was small, barely furnished with just a bed, a table with a glass of water, and a chair. In that chair sat a man, scribbling on a clipboard, seemingly indifferent to his presence.

"Good, you’re awake," the man said, not looking up from his notes. His voice was flat and disinterested, as if he had done this a thousand times before and couldn’t be bothered to care anymore. "How are you feeling today?"

“¿Qué… qué está pasando?” (What… what’s going on?) Frank’s heart raced. He tried to push himself up, but his body felt weak. He looked down and froze, his eyes widening in shock. He was wearing a simple, tight-fitting green dress, and his once muscular chest was now replaced by a pair of breasts. His hands were small, delicate with red polish on the nails. "¡¿Qué mierda es esto?!" (What the fuck is this?!).

The man sighed, his irritation barely masked. “I’m Dr. Walker, your assigned psychologist for the duration of your stay here. And for your information, speaking Spanish won’t get you very far here. English, Magdalena. English.”

Frank frowned, he barely understood a word the doctor was saying. Magdalena? English? Has he forgotten how to speak English? He had to strain to get the English words into his head and even then they didn't feel natural, like this words were foreign to him. "I... no... ¿cómo decir esto? I no understand... ¿Qué... Qué está pasando? Where... ¿Dónde estamos?" (I don’t know how to say this... what... what is happening? Where are we?)

Dr. Walker rolled his eyes, his expression hardening. “You’ve been through a transformation, Magdalena. Your body and knowledge have been adjusted according to your new role here in the ‘Town’. You are now a Latina immigrant, a waitress to be precise. This is all part of the experiment.”

Magdalena’s head spun. An immigrant? A waitress? This had to be some sick joke. She remembered signing up for the experiment, but this? This was not what she agreed to. “No... no... I was... I was...” she mumbled, struggling to find the words. "I was man! I no want... no want..." she gestured wildly, her hands trembling. "Why English... hard?"

The man sighed, tapping his pen against the clipboard with impatience. "You volunteered for this, Magdalena. The rules were clear. You’ve been assigned this role randomly, like everyone else. And you will adapt. You’re now Magdalena, a Latina immigrant and your English now reflects this. So you will adjust and learn."

"No, no... I... was..." she muttered, looked down again. Her skin was darker, her hips wider, her legs shapely and feminine. She felt new strange weight in her breasts. It all felt... wrong. She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that this wasn't just a costume or a joke. "Change me back. Now!"

Dr. Walker raised an eyebrow. "Don't talk to me in that tone! I have 10 more like you today, you are not that special, understand?!" he snapped, his tone harsh. "Change me back now! I didn't sign up for some Latina to talk to me like that?! Who do you think I am? Who do you think you are?!" he snapped at her.

"I'm Frun Verdermancho!" she yelled angrily back and immediately put her hand on her mouth. She didn't know why she had said it, she wanted to say Frank Verdinant but instead said that name, why?! "I no... no... I Francho... Frunch... Francha.. ¿Qué demonios?" she muttered.

Doctor Walker laughed, "See, Magdalena, this is also part of the experimen... And I remind you that you can't say who you were. It’s all in your contract," he said, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket and tossing it to her. "You agreed to be part of this experiment. Your role has been randomly assigned, and now you’re Magdalena, a waitress. This," he gestured dismissively at her body, "is your new reality. Deal with it."

Magdalena unfolded the paper, her eyes scanning the lines of text. But the words seemed unfamiliar, distant, almost foreign to her. Magdalena’s mind was reeling. How could this be happening? This was supposed to be a joke, a temporary role and she didn't even think that they could transform her for real. So she didn't even bother to find out who she would become when she signed the contract only for a bet with her rich friends. But now... now she had become this Magdalena. "I no... read?"

“Of course, you don’t understand. It's in English. Ugh... forget it," Dr. Walker snapped "But this is what you signed and everything is written there." he sighed and glared at her with annoyance "maybe i was too much... but... whatever." he said and stood up.

Magdalena blinked, confused "How time... I be her?" she gestured to her body "This?".

Dr. Walker laughed "How long? Pff... forever... I mean until experiment over... if it ends at all," he muttered the last part to himself and walked to the door "Goodbye," he said. "If you need something just push this button, there."

Magdalena looked around for the button but she could not see anything. "Button? Where?" she said. "I no see..."

Dr. Walker only laughed again as he opened the door "Good luck, Magdalena." and with this he closed the door behind him.