All packs of HSS: https://www.patreon.com/greentg/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=hugeshort

If you like my art, sketches, stories, transformations you can find  more like this on my Patreon page or you can also support me with donations here. Every bit of support is truly appreciated, but just having you here means the most to me - without you, none of this would have been possible. Thank you very much!

Check also my shop at DeviantArt for other works

Oh my god, my ears. I'm so tired of this loud music and noise. And more... and more from these tits and this huge ass. When will all this end? Oh fuck, dude, why are you staring at me like that? Never seen street dancers? You'll see my performance soon... but of course this is a complete nightmare, this is not how I imagined my life.

It all started a few weeks ago when I went to a bar with my friends. It was a bachelor party, and I, as the groom, received a private dance from Melody as a gift. I really liked her. Well, I think looking at me now, you'll understand why I liked her. But looking at her and being her are completely different.

During a private dance, Melody touched some electrical wire and when I stood up to help her, I was electrocuted. I woke up already in her body. We were both shocked and horrified, but I persuaded her not to tell anyone. If my fiancée found out that I got a lap dance from a stripper before the wedding, there would be no wedding!

I also had to accept her role so that she would not ruin my life and continue to live like me. We decided that this would be a temporary measure and we would change back as soon as we figured out how to do it. Of course we helped each other with our new lives.

But this has already dragged on for too long. Melody flew away on her honeymoon and I had to live like her all this time and even sleep with her boyfriend so as not to ruin her relationship with him! Damn it. Every day I agreed to more and more and didn’t even notice the line between the moment when I didn’t want to just ruin the wedding and just pretended on Melody’s first day so that no one would know anything until the moment when I was already giving her boyfriend a blow job for the same reason. And it seemed normal to me then!

And after Melody and my wife returned from their honeymoon, we almost didn’t communicate. And now I'm starting to think that Melody doesn't want a reverse exchange at all. It's like she prefers the life of a rich white guy...