Wake up in a Romanian village (Patreon)

Part 1

It was an early sunny morning when I was about to wake up. Everything was as usual - I opened my eyes, a little dizzy from sleep, and got up. Today, my 32nd birthday, although I prefer not celebrating it, my mom always made something special, and this year she'd decided to go with a surprise birthday party. But she'd been very vague and didn't let me know a thing, so I had no idea what to expect.

"Wow, missed call" I thought, picking up my phone and reading the screen, but didn't care enough to find out who it was. Probably a wrong number. Instead it I just looked around my room.

"I've really been living here for almost 10 years," I thought, remembering the day I moved here. I wasn't really into the design and furniture of my room, but I wasn't sure whether to change anything, since it was just perfect, and besides, my mother worked on this design, and I didn't want to upset her. It didn’t even occur to me that this was my apartment and I could do whatever I wanted with it.

ring, ring the phone started ringing and I didn't bother to check who it was taking a deep breath, I picked up the phone.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith, this is the Department of Internal Affairs." said the man.

"Hello?" I responded, thinking that it's just a wrong number.

"Mr. Smith, please don't be nervous, but we need you to come in immediately, we have some things to discuss. It's about your birth records," the man said in a deep, serious tone. I'm still not sure why I didn't hang up, but instead, I just listened and said nothing. And in the end, he added: "We can't talk over the phone. Please come to the central building of the Ministry of the Interior at 15 am."

"Okay" I replied, and hung up the phone. "Well, this is strange, what can be the problem?" I thought, and tried not to worry about it. I had no plans for this day anyway, and so after eating the lunch prepared for me by the servants, I went there.

When I got there in my limousine, I met a serious, official-looking man waiting by the doors. He introduced himself, as one of the head administrators and opened the entrance door and invited me to follow him to a separate area away from most of the other people.

"Well, here I am," I said. "You said that you had things you want to talk to me about."

Part 2

"Yes," the head administrator said in a low tone, while the serious-looking men behind him opened the door to a small room. "Please come in," said the official, following me inside. There were only a few chairs and a large TV monitor on the wall. "Would you like a coffee or something?"

"No, I just had my lunch a while ago, thanks." I answered. Everything was so unusual, like in old movie or game, where the main character got in an unexpected adventure.

"Well, take a seat please, mr. Smith. This could take a long time."

"Um...okay" I sat, taking my own seat. My assistant, stayed in the lobby, I guess. They said that it will be confidential only between us. So, after a long story about their difficult researches and how I was born, they finally started their explanation, as the monitors showed an old hospital.

"As you can see. Mr. Smith, when you are born you were switched. "More precisely, your souls was switched and put in the this body in which you are."

"What...?" I wasn't quite convinced. "Are you kidding me, I'm Alexandr Smith, my father is a very influential person, and..."

"Please, don't interrupt. Mr. Smith, yes, we've checked, your true parents poor peasants in Romania. Of course, this information is top secret, no-one should know."

"Romania...? Are you crazy?!" I jumped out, not believing to his words. "I'm not going anymore here, I have no time and energy to listen to these ridiculous lies! And..." I felt dizzy suddenly. "My... What the hell happened?!" Everything became so unclear, and before everything blacked, my thoughts ran all over my mind, not letting me think clearly. I saw fragments of what happened next - me lying down, me sitting in lab chair with machines on my head. It was so unclear, like a feverish dream and some moments I couldn't recognize at all.

...

I wake up in some dark room with wooden walls. It's very small and a little bit messy. The roof was a bit damaged by what seemed to be wood rot, and was made of some material, like thatch. There was a simple bed near the wall and some curtains. One window with only one piece of glass and very dusty and dirty.

"Wh-where am I...? What...?" I wondered, looking around. My voice sounds strange to me, high and squeaky, and words what I pronounced sounded unaccustomed. I realized that I laying under blanket, or actually not even a blanket, some rags sewed together. "Is anybody here? Oh damn, what's wrong with my voi--- AH!"I screamed in surprise when with my hand under the blanket I felt something soft and larger on my chest. I felt new weight on my chest. This isn't just some pillow or extra clothes, I felt it well with my hand - large soft mass, attached to me and dangled like jelly when I touch it, feeling strange sensation.

My palms was really coarse with calluses which i felt when touched my... big soft mass on my chest. This mass was too big for my arm so i slowly getting up, feeling how this new weight dangles on me and pulls down my upper part. I didn't want to look down when I finally stood up, guessing what it might be. But after some thinking, I braced myself and slowly lowered my eyes... only to meet a huge pair of boobs attached to my hairless chest. They were big and natural, but a little drooping.

Part 3

"Whaaattt?!!! Oh my God!!! " I couldn't believe. I touched again them, grabbing my own heavy tits in both palms. In this moment, I heard a sound from left side of me and raised my head:

"Zai, are you okay?" It was a woman. A middle aged woman, a very modest one too. She has black, disheveled short hair with a face which expressed her tiredness. She looked as a working-class woman. Her gaze turned to me. Near her stood a 40-50 years old man with long beard in the clothes typical to the lower class. Why didn't I even notice them before?

"Who are you?! Where am I?"I shouted at them in a weird unknown language and covered my breasts with blanket.

"Whaatt...what are you talking about Zaichenka, my dear daughter, are you alright?" the women asked with some sorrow in her eyes, coming toward me with a slight sway. Apparently she thought that I'm her daughter or something.

Bearded dude came close and stroked my head carefully. "Zaichenka, are you not recognize your mother and husband? Did you had this hallucinations again?" he said and kissed me on forehead.

"Huh?!! Husband?? Mother??!!" My body froze. "What nonsense are you talking about?" I looked at him puzzled. "Stop talking bullshit! I'm not Zai-whoever-she-is!! I am Alexandr Smith - son of millionaire Michael Smith, heir of Smith Industries and--" I was interrupted by man's warm hug.

"Hush hush, poor baby" he whispered and stroke my head carefully. "Calm down my Zai, please. You really had bad hallucinations again. Mom is here, you'll be fine, please Zai..."

"Hey hey, let me go!! Let go!!" I pushed him away from me and run to the door. Outside the summer sun was shining brightly in a light blue sky with small fluffy clouds. There were several simple wooden and stone houses in front of me on a path covered with dust and dried grass. Everything was smelling like fresh air mixed with the heat. Far away I could hear something like pigs or cows, and I could also see some distant fields.

"Summer?! How is it possible, I remember clearly winter when I was in government building!" I ran away down the path, heading where I could, as far as possible from this strange place and situation. My heavy tits jiggle with every movement I make, hitting against each other, which felt really uncomfortable and embarrassing to me. I didn't have any plan, nor cared about what I do next.

"Wait! My Zaichenka, WAIT!" shouted a bearded man behind me, I assumed that it is "my husband" trying to run after me, "come back please!!"

I ignored him. "I need to find phone! I have to call to my dad!" I thought. I can't go fast due to this fucking heavy tits, my ass is swaying and hitting against each other with every step I do, which also felt really weird and unpleasant, besides, I noticed how my back started aching from this weight. "But where can I find phone or computer?! In some kind of rural area with pigs and chickens around!! It's looks like some kind of a fucking third world country!"

"Oh Zaichka, please..." the man caught me from behind and embraced with his hands. "Come back... we'll go to see doctor, okay? You'll be fine, my poor dearie." He wanted kissed me but I stopped him, trying to avoid his lips from my. "Don't even dare!! I'm not a gay! I... I... I'm..." I fell on my knees, not knowing what to say. "I'm Alexandr Smith! Not... Zaichka!"

"Hush hush my Zaichka, please...you said it many times. Come home, okay?" He carefully embraced me with his hands and lead home, almost carrying me in his arms. I felt strange when I heard "Zaichka" or "Zaichenka", but I know that it was my... I mean this women name. At that moment I thought that I had better really go with this man.

Part 4

"Do you have a phone? I want to call my father!" I said to the bearded man while I entered in a room. In this room still seated that strange women and was looking at me with some sorrow in her eyes. "We have only landline here" answered man, and went to another room, closed door after himself. I was in this room with a women now.

"Please, tell me..." I slowly walked toward women, but then I got frightened a bit and stop. "Where I am and what happened with me?" I looked at her in eyes, waiting for some reaction. But she didn't said a thing and silently pointed out to me the clothes that were lying on bed. White big with big cup, panties, red skirt, black blouse and black long women's high heel boots. I confusingly looked at that, but women only pointed me to these. "Get dressed Zaichenka." said women. Her voice was calm but had something in it like anger and sadness. "Do you want that I help you to get dressed?" I was just standing there not knowing what to do and felt myself lost. I don't want to dress up in girl's clothes! "Wh-what? I never wear such things! This is girl's cloth, why do you..."

"GET DRESSED!" said the women and her tone reminded me of my mother's tone when she was mad with me.

"Agh! Alright!" I sighed. This day is just crazy! Today is actually my birthday! But instead of birthday party, which my mom was preparing, I am in body of some unknown women and forced to put on girl's cloth!! This is just insane! "Ugh... " I sat on the bed taking boots in hands and trying find how to pull it up on my legs. They looked small for me but when I started pulling one of them I felt how tightly it hugged my leg, covering it in seconds. Even sitting on the bed in these boots were uncomfortable and high heel made my feet turn.

"Gheorghe is calling for a doctor" said the women looking out of window. I guess she talking about man who came after me to follow. I sighed and carefully took in my two fingers white panties and looked at them.

"Don't tell me again that you are a guy and doesn't want to put on panties!" said women with that mommy tone in her voice. "God... when will all this end? What did I even do in my past life to get all this??" she asked with a bit of desperation. Of course I don't want to put them on! And didn't answer anything. Slowly, carefully and embarrassed, I inserted legs in panties holes and pulled up, cursing silently how tight this panties is. "Yikes!" I shrieked as a thin cotton material squeezed my genitals with surprising amount of pressure.

Part 5

Women looked at me with disapproval expression. "Stop acting like child Zaichenka. Oh... go to me, I'll help you with makeup." she sighed heavily. My eyes, apparently, betrayed my automatic reaction to this proposal and she added "No arguments! My daughter won't look like poor wench when doctor will be coming."

"Hmm-ah!!" I tryid to stand up straight in this damn high heel and walked with hard steps to her. These boots were just impossible for walk! I feel that I about to fell. "Sit here." she pointed me stool near table and make-up mirror. The moment I saw me... no, no - not me, this women in the mirror, I flinched and stutter "It's...it's... me??" Only now I realized that I had never seen how this Zaichenka really looks. It was so strange - women in mirror completely repeated my moves and looks like my image reflected on the glass! But I understood that it was not me and this made the situation really creepy for me.

"Yes, silly! Don't shake!" she lightly spanked me on the head. "Sit normally, put your hands like that..." Women slowly started making up on me, without saying a word. I only moved my head a little to each command. In final she gave me hoop earrings and said "Thi.. These are Gheorghe gifts for your wedding... are you remember?... Oh... Yes, right..." she smiled to me a little and got up. "Now go get dressed!"

"Oh... Okay..." I slowly rise up and stumble because of these shoes while my big stupid tits bounced again each other. "Fuck... shit..." I cursed and again with unstable steps made my way to bed.

"Watch you mouth, Zaichenka!" said the women with slight anger and disapproval. "Or I'll have to wash your mouth out with soap!" she added. What? Wash my mouth with soap?? For some reason this phrase made me very stressed and anxious, I can't remember any reasons but my mouth become dry and I shuddered a little as if a weak electric charge passed through me.

I came close to bed with trembling hands and started dressing in this ridiculous outfit. Damn, I'm one of the richest guys in the USA! What the heck am I doing here, dressing in a fucking skirt?? Shit. Shit. Shit! Again this uncontrolled boobs movement, they bouncing on my chest every time i made any move, jiggling around and swaying up-and-down. "It's really sucks having huge tits!" I thought while pulling on this damn red skirt.

Bra... oh. How to even put them on? How did it worked? Usually I just looked at the girl doing a striptease for me and taking off her bra and throwing at me with a smile, asking me to take it off with my teeth, then licking my cock while i take them off and throwing on the floor and than...

"Zaichenka! Stop dreaming and go get dressed!!" the women waved her hand in my face. Oh, yes... I need put on bra. Okay. Okay. Somehow i figured out what to do and felt relief as bra hugged my huge breasts. It's heavy! This things was really big and very heavy! Howewer, when I finally put bra on, my back became more comfortable and relaxed from ache, and this boobs finally stopped dangling. But instead it became too tight for them and bra edges digs into my skin under massive bosom while straps pressed painfully into my shoulders.

Part 6

Finally everything was on, I was looking in the mirror, standing in these stupid women clothes, in high-heeled uncomfortable boots, stuipid skirt, damn blouse with cleavage, cursed makeup and fucking earrings, ready for an appointment with damn doctor. I hate everything about this and hope that damn "hallucinations" of mine end soon.

"Hmmpf." the women snorted, looking at me. Than door is opened and "my husband" stepped in with a short elderly guy, who looked like he was already in the grave but was somehow moving and talking. "Hello Mrs. Popescu." said the doctor. He smelled bad and had the toothiest grin. "My Zaichka's hallucinating again." answered the women. Her answer had the same sad-and-bitter intonation as before. I got a shiver. Mrs. Popescu? Wait. This is MY body's name?? This is soname of my servant women who worked in our house since my childhood?? What the hell was going on?!?!

"How long have the hallucinations lasted?" said the doctor while unpacked a bag of medical tools. "Oh, I'm okay..." I started speaking up but women didn't let me talk. "Almost an whole day. Yesterday evening Zai was talking normal and everything is fine." women talked.

"Oh, alright, Mrs. Popescu." nodded doc. "Please, come out from the room, I'll examine the patient alone." added and waited till the women and husband leave. Well, now I felt safe, I can finally ask him...

"Listen, doctor. This is not my hallucination, I..." he put a thermometer in my mouth, interrupting my tirade. The moment he did this, I saw his face turn to me, and he whispered a few quiet words to me: "Quiet. Please." I just nodded, unsure what to do. "I know that you not hallucinate, mr. Alexandr Smith, but now you are not Mr. Alexandr Smith." Doctor pulled thermometer out of my mouth, taking note of the result. "Don't worry, Mr. Alexandr, we're working on it. Your father is paying high price to fix it, as soon as possible. But please keep calm and act like Mrs. Popescu." he quickly explained and gave me some pills. "Take one every 3 hours, okay, mr. Alexandr? It's help you."

"But... Are you mean that I need..."

"Yes, play along as her wife, dear. Bye, Mrs. Popescu. Have a nice evening. See ya." smiled doctor and leave with old clothes and smell. "Remember to take the pills. Every 3 hours." I heard his last words before he's left.

Damn... Now everything was much worse and more confusing that was before. I must wait and pretend like I'm not Alexandr Smith, right? Play role as a house-wife in 3rd country. Dealing with this stupid heavy big tits, uncomfortable clothes and fucking husband. Fuck...