Finally, this damn child is silent! I hate breastfeeding this baby, but the more I hate it when he screams and talks. Damn it, how strange all this is, I literally feel the milk from my breast pouring into his mouth. What are you watching? Come on, eat and take your time, you&#8217;re just a hassle, God, how I miss my old life, I hate it all.<br />It started a month ago at one of the drunks with my friend Steve. We were at the bar and then we went to the club to meet the girls and maybe have a great night. But on the way we found this fucking box! I hate it! If I knew that everything would be like this, I would have walked around this place a kilometer away.<br />There was a precious ring in the box and for some reason I drunk put it on my finger. I didn&#8217;t know that the ring is magical and fulfills wishes. Steve had no success with women and I joked about him all the time about it. I just put on the ring and jokingly said<br />-Oh god, yes, Steve, I will marry you, I am so happy, I will be the best wife in the world, you will work, and I will sit at home with our baby, feed him with my tits, and in the evenings give you a blowjob.<br />I laughed and Steve looked at me like an idiot and said<br />- Jack, you idiot!<br />- But why, have you changed your mind? I would like it so much<br />- What the hell are you talking about?<br />I could not stop, although I understood that I was talking complete nonsense, but for some reason it was very funny to me<br />- Okay, good, persuaded. What the...<br />I tried to remove the ring, but it didn&#8217;t come off. Steve looked at me in surprise, but then something old started. Everything around me began to seem as if vague, as if I was looking at the world through the water. Steve, like everyone else, gradually disappeared, and then I saw the blurry silhouette of the room. Slowly, a living room of some apartment appeared before my eyes, there was a TV, some kind of furniture, in general, everything that happens in ordinary living rooms.<br />I looked around and felt the brown hair touch my face. When I tried to remove their faces, I accidentally touched my cheeks, I realized two things, firstly, I did not have a beard, and secondly, my hands had long nails, because I scratched myself. I looked sharply at my hands. I remembered exactly that my hands were always hairy and large, and now they were skinny and with white swallow skin, and on small palms on my fingers there was a woman's makeup with long nails.<br />I looked down and saw that I was wearing a sleeveless sundress, and below there were two small bumps. I immediately grabbed them with my palm and realized that they were breasts.<br />- Honey, did something happen?<br />I looked around and saw Steve sitting on the couch next to me. He looked at me with a surprised look. Instead of being surprised and telling him the truth, I suddenly smiled and said that everything was fine, although everything was completely wrong. I realized that I was not in complete control of myself, I was not on autopilot, but everything I did in the presence of Steve passed through some kind of filter. I found this out later, but then I just wanted to leave here and after taking a few steps I ended up in the next room alone.<br />When I was alone I could do whatever I want, almost everything ... Then I regained full control and suddenly realized that I was standing on heels. My ogi were covered in flesh-colored stockings, and under the sundress were sexy panties. I not only felt it, at that moment I knew it as if I had put it on recently. I looked in the mirror on the wall, I was shocked and wanted to examine this body, but I heard the cry of this fucking child and realized that I urgently needed to go there and calm him down.<br />My life after that turned into a real nightmare. When I was with Jack, I couldn't be myself. I tried to tell him who I really am, but it always looked strange. I told him that my name was Judy and he looked at me in surprise and did not understand why I was telling him this. When he left for work, I woke up earlier and cooked breakfast for him, and before that I did makeup for a few minutes so that I could go to work and kiss before leaving. I couldn't help but do this. I tried to resist, but it was beyond my strength.<br />I could only act the way I want when the baby is asleep, the house is tidy and Steve is at work, but that was very, very rare. And in the evening ... damn, why did I say that then ... I hate to do it, even just the thought makes my mouth dry and I want to vomit, but it's stronger than me. It always seems to me that if I don't give a blowjob, something terrible will happen, although I understand that it is not, but I can not change anything. This feeling of anxiety does not leave me in all matters, even if I do not clean the house.<br /><br /><span><span>If you like my stories and want to see others or sequels, then you can support me (</span></span><span><span>also there you can find more stories</span></span><span>&nbsp;)</span><span><span>:</span></span><span>&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a></span>