From Biker badass to Polish prostitute - 1 (Patreon)

A heavily drunk Barry, one of the bar's chief bullies from the Gray Wolves biker gang, stood angrily glaring at what he thought was a boorish young man in front of him. Putting his hands confidently on his belt and making an angry face, Barry was absolutely sure of his superiority over this frail bespectacled guy and wanted to "show him his place", which in Barry's language meant to beat this stranger.

Yes, Barry himself provoked this conflict, despite the fact that his comrades made timid attempts to dissuade him. But when Barry got drunk, given his huge fat body and the strength that he was amazing at the same time, it was very difficult and even almost unbelievable.

- What? yk! (hiccupping Barry, spat on the floor and continued) Why are you waving your hand!

Already preparing to take a step, suddenly everything around Barry darkened from a bright flash that came from the hands of a stranger and Barry had no choice but to squint his eyes.

Slowly opening his eyes, Barry did not immediately realize that all the alcohol from his blood was one hundred percent already evaporated, but the strangest thing was that he was outside somewhere in an unfamiliar place. It immediately seemed strange to him that his legs felt some kind of chill, as if he were not in his pants, and this was the first sharp strange sensation.

- Co do cholery! Ech! Co...co!? (What the fuck! Ahem! What... what the!?)

Surprised at first by the tone of his voice and the fact that he clearly spoke some other language, Barry barely kept his balance from the fact that instead of comfortable shoes he was wearing a pair of heels!

Looking around in shock, Barry did not immediately notice that the discomfort in his body was connected not only with the uncomfortable strange shoes that suddenly appeared on him, but also with the fact that he was now wearing only some kind of tight sexy female corset and nylon stockings with red bows , and under all this, a woman's weak body is obviously.

- Coś sic stało kochanie? (Something wrong, sweetie?)

A male voice came from behind Barry. It was definitely a language unknown to him, but for some reason Barry understood what this voice behind him was talking about. However, he did not care at that moment for all this. He was more worried about his new body and trying to figure out what was going on!

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The chill from the wind only intensified and goosebumps ran down his head, and a strange sensation in the chest from touching his sensitive nipples on an uncomfortable hard corset only added to the strange picture of what was happening. Not believing his eyes, Barry felt anger, fear and horror from an unusual new angle and the fact that what he sees and feels was real, and the swaying of earrings in the lobes of his ears completed the incredible picture of everything that was happening.

- Co się z tobą dzieje, Rodoslava? (What is the matter with you, Rodoslava?)

The male voice was clearly louder now, and this forced Barry to recover from self-examination and the initial shock of new sensations at the moment when he was trying to pull the uncomfortable thread from tight female panties out of his ass.

Finally, turning his head in the direction of the voice, Barry saw in front of him the familiar face of one of his friends from his biker gang Gray Wolves - Charlie. Barry's original shocked yet frightened face quickly changed to displeasure when Barry saw Charlie's familiar face and Barry silently stared at him and wondered if he was seeing the same thing as Barry. Barry barely kept on his heels, yet leaned his small hands on the nearest railing in shock, taking a short look at how small and feminine they had become, especially coupled with those elegant painted nails.

However, at the same time, he noticed that Charlie was not wearing a biker suit at all, but some strange clothes, more like the clothes of an ordinary person. There was no bandana, no leather jacket - in front of him was the same Charlie, only in some pants, a T-shirt and sneakers. It was strange, because they all tried to always look as much as possible in line with their biker theme. But the strangest thing is that Charlie now had no tattoos, and he held a camera in his hand.

- Charlie, co się do cholery dzieje?! Dlaczego jestem laską?! Kurwa, dlaczego mówię tak piskliwie i co jest nie tak z moją mową!? (Charlie what the hell is going on?! Why am I a chick?! Fuck, and why am I so squeaky and what's with my speech!?)

Held an angry terrada with Barry, trying to speak as bass and masculine as possible, but it came out pretty stupid

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Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/from-biker-to-2-69213922