Taming of the Shrew (Town) (Patreon)

The streets of London were full of people during rush hour. However, this is quite usual and everyday for the capital of England, where among the noise of the crowd, the rumble of cars and sounds from various sources, this high female exclamation of indignation could well be lost

- Asshole!

Shouted a little lady, in a short pink skirt, absurdly standing on her heels and holding a small purse with her small hands. It was quite brave of her to say so to the representative of the law - policeman Barry Smith, who was just passing by and returning from his lunch break.

Perhaps if the noise of London had been louder at that moment, or some passing car had accidentally honked, then Barry would not have heard it. But everything happened as it happened, and the policeman stopped abruptly, indignant and beginning to lose patience, cast a glance at the young girl.

At first, she seemed nice to him, but that was only until she began to address him. All her femininity, which at first attracted Barry, suddenly evaporated when the lady began to use foul language and say that someone had stolen her body.

Damn it, Barry just wanted to leave this crazy woman here and not mess with her, besides, during the dialogue, he really began to feel that she was telling the truth and that she was a man. Yet her face had distinctly masculine features. Although the voice, and figure and body ... what can I say, even the chest, everything seemed natural.

She asked him to give the phone and call if "he doesn't want to do his job." But now insults have begun, and insults to the representative of the law - this has already crossed the boundaries of what is permitted, besides, Barry's ambition was hurt

- Excuse me, miss...

- I told you fucking a hundred times, I'm not a fucking miss! Someone did this to me! And you! You're a fucking cop, gotta figure this out

- I think I'll have to arrest you for violating...

- To arrest! You freaked out! You know who I am?! What... what are you doing?! Let me go!

...

Barry didn't really know who he was messing with. But that didn't matter anymore. This lady was actually telling the truth that she was a man named John Donovan and the truth that her father was one of the powerful senators in the US. Barry had no idea that the senator himself decided to teach his son a slob a lesson and, without his knowledge, sent him as one of the participants in the "Town" project with a special task for the organizers. And after the transformation sent to London. He wanted his life to learn what it means to be someone else, learn to value money and the feelings of others.

Yes, it was a cruel path, but still his father did not abandon him and made real documents in the name of the English young lady Jessica Gregors ...

...

Jessica Gregors is officially an orphan, living in a rented apartment on the outskirts of London, which even had some food supplies, some money, documents about incomplete secondary education and paid rent for the first two months.

Therefore, only thanks to the care of his father, John received only a fine, which, by the standards of his usual expenses, seemed at that moment mere pennies. But this was only his delusion, as well as the fact that he would somehow be able to prove to someone the truth about who he really was.

Of course, at the police station, John got a phone, but one call to his father was ended as soon as his father picked up the phone and heard an unfamiliar female voice, freaking out that it was his son.

Soon, thanks to the entries in the documents, John was sent to his "new home" by taxi directly from the police station. Nobody wanted to waste time with a strange young lady who was talking nonsense. Of course, someone wanted to put her behind bars for some time, but at that moment Barry himself stood up for this rude person and, out of his kindness of heart, ordered her a taxi, believing that she would have money for a taxi, since during the search were definitely in her little purse.

...

- I can't believe... I just can't fucking believe...

John told himself in a low voice as he stood in front of a mirror in a small, furnished room and saw his own reflection.

It was exactly him, his face, his... body? Although, in fact, he understood that he felt this strange weight in the chest area, the touch of long hair and bra straps. But inside he could not understand how all this was possible. This obviously female body with an obviously female voice, which he already hated, seemed to have always been his. There were no scars from the transplant or anything.

Arriving at his "house" and quickly taking off all his ridiculous clothes and washing off this makeup, John saw his reflection for the first time and could not believe it! Every minute his heart beat faster and faster, but he tried to control himself and now...

Now it all seemed like some kind of nonsense, and of course he, the male part of his brain, appreciated this beauty, but his face ... Damn it, he could not connect everything that was happening in his head and why his father did not begin to talk to him.

...

Not finding any men's clothes in this apartment, John found something most suitable for himself and of course he was not going to put on some bras and other female nonsense. However, looking at this body, he could not be tempted to dress up in short shorts.

There was no time to think much, it was already useless to stay in this apartment. There was nothing useful here that could help him sort out this situation. Even the phone was useless, because it was some kind of old push-button phone, even without Internet access. Finding some money that he had never even thought of as money, he put his long hair in a ponytail, thinking that it would be necessary to cut it at all, and left the house.

Everything was wild, strange and unusual. From the moment he woke up on the streets of London in one of the London Square parks, everything went wrong. At first he thought it was some kind of prank and someone dressed him up in women's clothes and left him here. But then it was hard not to see those two protruding body parts from his chest and get the first shock from the strange new weight of his boobs, which were not at all illusory and dangled with every movement.

Barely making his way and trying to walk on his heels, John was still able to make out a policeman in the crowd, who did not believe him and took him to the station. And finally, he was alone. Realizing that somehow someone did this to him! Despite the documents, he knew that it was all a fake! He was definitely a guy, and he was definitely the son of a rich senator! It's all some terrible nonsense.

Walking down the street, he literally felt the eyes of men passing by, and understood what attracted them. He himself was irritated by this chest and all his new femininity, but all he could do at that moment was just look angrily.

- Baby, what the hell?

I finally heard the voice of one of the guys passing by, dressed sloppily and cheaply. Wrinkling his forehead, John wanted to spit and move on, but the guy was persistent.

- Something is wrong? Can I entertain you?

Carefully looking into the stranger's eyes, John was about to clench his fist and punch him, but from clenched fists, long nails pierced sharply into his palm, making him wince.

- Damn, go away, moron, I got scratched because of you

- Baby, what words. Are you local? I haven't seen you before

He continued to insist on his boyfriend, coming closer and closer

- I'm not a baby! I am a boy!

From these words, even a smile appeared on John's face, but it was not for long.

- What?! Are you sure? Ahah! I think you just don't want to meet. But it must be done. I know everyone who lives in my area, and even more so, I could not miss such a beauty

- Back off, he said. If you touch me, then I will beat you as soon as I find a way to understand what happened, and then my father will beat you and your whole family ..

- Whoa whoa whoa, baby take it easy. I just wanted to get to know you. And who is your father?

- Who cares! Senator

- By chance, not the senator who died the other day?

Trying to leave and almost passed the guy, John lingered for a second, not paying attention to the guy's words, thinking that maybe this guy could be useful

- You. Do you have a phone?

John said without a second thought, still in the same angry and angry tone.

Why should I give it to you? Where are you going to call?

- Jake Donovan

Is this for that senator?

- Do you know him? Ha, of course you know him. Give me the phone

Standing and silently looking at the guy, John did not really understand the strange smile with a share of sadness on the guy's face

- I think you better read more news baby (the guy said with a smile)

- What? What do you mean?

Just as puzzled, John stared blankly at him, anticipating the moment when he would finally reach his father and find a way to return his normal body. But suddenly all the anger and seriousness left John's face. He suddenly realized what the guy was saying, but he couldn't believe it...