I wrote this story as a gift for one of my long-term subscribers about a year ago... However, Patreon somehow found out about it, and although I don’t understand how it violates their rules, I received the following message: ‘Sexual services offered as benefits such as sexually gratifying one-on-one interactions, the sale of worn intimate items, or sexually gratifying benefits limited to a single member or fan are not permitted on Patreon.’ I reread this short story several times, trying to find any signs of violations—maybe something violent, age restrictions, or… there isn’t even any sex in it. I’m curious about the essence of the complaint—is it because it could cause sexual arousal? For some people, even a chair or a mobile phone can be arousing, and what, does that mean you can’t post mobile phones or chairs anymore? … Haha, in short, I try to take it with humor, but Patreon has recently started blocking my work more actively for some reason. And this… a post that was published a year ago and is suddenly in violation… it’s really surprising. I don’t want this story to disappear into oblivion because of this absurdity.

By this logic, does it mean that neither writers nor artists can take commissions to write stories or draw something that might be sexually arousing? Damn, a large part of 18+ creators do exactly that, including here on Patreon... I really don’t understand what happened with this post.

Having climbed into the attic of an ancient abandoned house, Bayley did not expect to find an old chest full of various things. The inscription 'Do not touch.' did not stop him from examining the find, and he took the wig in his hands with a smile and examined it with a smile. Bayley, always curious, ignored the warning and put on the wig.

Nothing seemed to happen at first. Therefore, Bayley continued to explore the old estate with a smile on his face, jokingly continuing to wear a wig. However, it was time to return home. He decided to take off his wig and suddenly felt that it hurt him. It was no longer a wig. It was his hair! He felt that this was not all, because the sensations from the clothes also somehow changed. He immediately looked down. His clothes changed into a tight-fitting Chinese qipao, making him look like a woman. Suddenly, the attic turned into a busy street in China. Bayley was now Bái Lěi, a young Asian woman, lost and confused.

Bái Lěi's new clothes felt strange against her skin, the qipao clinging to her in a way that made her uncomfortable. Her long hair felt heavy and foreign as it brushed against her back. She felt with horror a new heaviness in the chest area from her small tits and realized that under her clothes she was naked. Everyone here spoke traditional Chinese and it was strange until Bái Lěi began to understand this local language as if she had always spoken this dialect.

Bái Lěi still recognized herself as Bayley, but something was wrong. Her feelings, sensations and desires were different now, which seemed wrong to her. She only knew she had to be a call girl, something she hated deep inside. On this day, 24 hours after she put on the wig, she was already with several clients and understood that all this was wrong, but she could not do anything about her new desires and the main one was to continue to be a prostitute.