First kiss (Patreon)

A sharp pain shot through his brain like a lightning bolt, and Mike flinched. He was just strolling through the busy streets of Los Angeles, chatting with his friends about the latest football news, and suddenly… he was somewhere else. Strange lips pressed against his, and he instinctively jerked back, almost losing his balance. As he stepped back, he nearly fell, but some light, colorful fabric got tangled around his legs. He froze, feeling how his body… felt completely different.

In front of him stood a guy in a cap, with a frown on his face, looking at him as if Mike had lost his mind.

– Mina, what’s wrong with you? – the guy frowned even more and stepped forward, grabbing his waist, and now Mike felt it.

The clothes hugged his body strangely, especially around his chest. He looked down, and his heart stopped for a moment, as if frozen. What the hell… is that a chest?! Under the light yellow dress he was now wearing, something soft was protruding, responding to the slightest movement of his body. His chest was swaying even when he was just breathing hard, and the bra straps dug uncomfortably under his armpits.

– I... – he tried to say, but a weak, high-pitched sound came out of his throat, not his own voice. What the heck? He clutched at the strange fabric of the dress, trying to find his usual clothes — jeans, a T-shirt, sneakers... But instead of the familiar rough denim, he felt only smooth, thin fabric, alien and too light. He involuntarily touched his waist, and a strange shiver ran through his body. A narrow, soft line of hips, a thin waist, and… hips! They were clearly wider than his own. And under the dress — something was constricting his stomach and hips, thin, as if glued to his skin.

Struggling to control his breathing, he touched his body where he expected to find his usual contours... and froze, feeling how the thin fabric of panties tightly hugged his hips. Not his usual, firm male shape, but something much softer. Oh God, are these… women’s panties?! Am I wearing them?!

– Why are you suddenly jumping back? – the guy in front of him muttered. And before Mike could step back further, the guy’s strong hands grabbed Mike again — now around his thin, almost fragile neck.

– What... what’s happening?! – he whispered, gasping in panic. A light breeze brushed his legs, cooling the hem of the dress. It annoyingly brushed against his bare, soft thighs. – Who are you? Where am I?! – the words felt strange, foreign, as if he was speaking in someone else’s language.

– Where are you? What nonsense are you talking about, Mina? – The guy looked more worried than annoyed now. – It’s me, Rahul, your boyfriend! You’re scaring me… Did you hit your head or something?

– My what?! – Mike froze involuntarily, his eyes widening in horror. "Boyfriend?!" But he didn’t know yet that all of this was a consequence of a global phenomenon, which would later be officially announced as a mass hallucination, but more commonly referred to as the “Alt Shift.”