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Standing—or rather sitting—on the grass, Charlie felt the cold stems against his bare knees and the weight of his own breasts swaying with each breath. Every movement of his chest made the little bell on his collar ring softly, and that sound pierced him with the humiliating awareness that this was not a game anymore, not here and now.
A bit further away, by the white pickup truck with the flashing light, his “wife”—or rather now the man and master in his body—Sarah, was talking to the officer. The policeman, a man of about thirty-five, dressed in a uniform with perfectly ironed creases, held a notebook and listened attentively.
— Mister Brown, — Officer Johnson hesitated slightly, throwing a quick glance at Charlie, kneeling on the grass. — Did you see the sign at the entrance to the park?
Sarah, in Charlie’s male body, smiled faintly, even leaned against the hood of the pickup, as if the whole scene was just light chit-chat.
— Uh. What sign? — Sarah said almost lazily, leaning against the pickup’s hood. Then she turned her head toward Charlie and winked.
And something twisted inside Charlie. His knees were freezing from the damp grass, his tits pulling down, the bell catching the air with every breath, and that half-smile on Sarah’s—his own—face now somehow echoed on his lips. He hated it. Hated kneeling naked like some damn puppy while Sarah, in his body, stood tall and confident, talking to the officer like that’s how it was supposed to be. Even though she was always the one who wanted to play “puppies,” not him.
— “No pets allowed,” — the officer said, narrowing his eyes a bit as he shifted his gaze from “Mister Brown” to the girl kneeling in the grass.
— Ah… yeah, yeah, I saw it, — Sarah-Charlie replied lightly, as if it meant nothing at all. The words slid past Charlie; they were just a bunch of sounds now, like birdsong. He heard the tone, saw the smirk on the face of his own body, but the meaning was gone, dissolving into emptiness. Charlie opened his mouth, as if to add at least a word, but only a soft breath came out—he no longer knew how to speak like a human.
And yet they had chosen this reality themselves, just for fun, where girls were kept as pets. With that crazy device, they...Full story (7 500 characters) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon