No more hard work (Patreon)

I sighed heavily, adjusting my grip on the metal pole of the subway car. Another long, frustrating day at the office as a junior engineer. The repetitive, mundane tasks were driving me insane. I was tired, annoyed, and just wanted to sit down for a moment of respite. But the crowded train was anything but relaxing. My eyes landed on a young girl sitting comfortably, absorbed in her phone, completely oblivious to my plight.

"It's great being a you, isn't it?" I murmured under my breath. My eyes traced the contour of her curves. "No stupid jobs or responsibility, just studying and having fun. My eyes narrowed, and I felt a strange sensation wash over me. Suddenly, the world shifted, and I was no longer standing.

Taking deep breaths, I tried to make sense of what was happening, while in my ears the sound of a song by some unknown shitty singer filled my head. I looked down to check what happened and nearly choked on my own saliva in a moment of shock. My worn, baggy clothes were gone, replaced by a white dress that barely reached my, now smooth and bare knees, stretched out in front of me, while strange new weight on my chest bounced slightly with the rhythm of the train. I could feel the weight of long hair brushing against my shoulders, the unfamiliar sensation of earrings tugging lightly at my ears.

It's all too unreal to be happening and yet, it seems to be too real. "What the fuck?!" I murmured softly, reaching to touch my head with the hand of unfamiliar small, almost delicate shape. A second later, I could feel it. Hair! Quickly pulled out from my ears the earphones I looked around, hoping for a hint of an explanation to what just happened. But nobody looked my direction, people continued doing what they were before, as if nothing was out of ordinary.

"Are you okay?" a voice beside me asked. I turned and saw a young guy looking at me with concern. His hand was on me hugging me to his body, and I was surprised why I didn't notice him before. He was smiling, his eyes scanning me, as if looking for an answer to his question.

"I... What?" I was trying to collect my thoughts and figure out what had just happened. My brain was screaming that I was supposed to be a man, that I was a male engineer going home from work, and that the last thing I remember was staring angrily at the young woman sitting in front of me, feeling annoyed and jealous. But my eyes and my mind told me a different story, that I was now a college girl, sitting next to my probably boyfriend, wearing a dress and going to a campus.

"Your name is Emma, Emma Rose. You're 19 years old and studying fashion and design. I'm Jake, your boyfriend since middle school." He smiled widely, his hand squeezing me lightly, making me feel strange, yet pleasant sensations. "Come on, baby, you're scaring me with your silence." He laughed and kissed my cheek, causing a warm feeling in my stomach and a tingling in my pussy.

"I... Sorry, it's all very confusing." I murmured, trying to focus and trying to get away his hand, but his arm was holding me tightly. "It's okay... Jake, right? Just... let's not do this. Please."

His eyebrows rose in surprise, and he released me, giving me a bit of space. "Okay. You're acting really weird. Maybe this will help?" He grabbed my head and kissed me hard on the lips. His tongue slid into my mouth and danced with mine, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The tingling in my pussy became stronger, and my knees felt weak. I had never experienced such intense pleasure before. But then realized how wrong this was, and pushed him away.

"Stop!" I yelled, wiping my mouth. "I don't want this. I... I'm sorry, I'm not this Emma, and I'm not your girlfriend. I'm..." My voice trailed off. It suddenly seemed to me that what I said was not true and did not make any sense, and this only offends Jake. A feeling of guilt came over me and I didn't know why, but the idea of hurting him felt awful. "...Sorry, forget everything. Let's just go to campus."

He nodded slowly, a smile giving me a sense of comfort and calm. "Okay, whatever you need. Let's go." He held out his hand, and this time I took it without thinking.

"Thanks," I mumbled, feeling strange desire to kiss his cheek for comforting me, but then quickly stopped myself. I shook my head, trying to clear it. This was crazy. I didn't even know this guy. And I definitely wasn't gay or bi. It's getting me sick! What the hell is wrong with me?