You’re always like this, Tiff

— God, man, don’t look at me like that. You’re fucking huge, — Brian said, looking up at the man who was finishing his cigarette and walked closer, acting like he hadn’t heard his words just a second ago.

The man, tall with rough features and a worn-out t-shirt, flicked his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his boot. His stare was heavy, like he was trying to make sense of whatever bullshit his girlfriend was spouting.

— Tiff, what the hell?! — his voice came out sharp, making Brian flinch. — I’m asking you again. Pay attention this time. — He leaned down, blowing cigarette smoke straight into Brian’s face, and slowly, deliberately said: — What. the. hell. are. you. not. doing. at. your. fucking. job?!

Brian recoiled toward the van, his back hitting the cold metal. The chest that now belonged to him swayed, reminding him of its unpleasant, heavy weight. His long hair painfully pulled at his scalp when he tried to move away, but the man stepped forward, blocking his way.

— I’m telling you... — Brian’s voice trembled, fear flooding through him. He, the former rich boy who had been enjoying life in his luxurious penthouse just an hour ago, now found himself in the body of Tiffany Swanson, a waitress from some run-down dive bar on the other side of the country. — I’m not your Tiff or whoever! My name is Brian!

The man froze, his eyebrows creeping up, and his lips twisted into a half-smile, half-grimace.

— Brian? — He said the name like it was some kind of joke. — Seriously? This is your new shtick, huh?

— No, dude, I’m not joking! — Brian tried to raise his hands to show he wasn’t a threat, but his oversized sweatpants started slipping off his hips. He hurriedly pulled them up with one hand, while the other kept holding his baseball cap, which was slipping over his eyes. — I don’t know how to explain it, but I’m not Tiffany! I’m a guy, you get it? A guy!

The man crossed his arms, his gaze turning even more suspicious.

— A guy? — He sneered, looking Brian up and down. — Yeah, sure. Tiff, are you high? Mike called me, yelling that you’d fucked off somewhere! What the hell, you didn’t pick up the phone! I had to come out here! And now you’re telling me some crap about being a guy? Brian, fucking seriously? That was our dog’s name!

Brian felt his heart pounding in his throat. He swallowed, trying to get his thoughts together, but all he could see was the huge figure of the man, who seemed to get bigger and angrier by the second. His own body, now so fragile and uncooperative, was trembling treacherously. The chest, which once seemed like something attractive in movies, now felt like a burden, heavy and uncomfortable. He hated it.

— Listen, I’m rich, okay! Don’t talk to me like that! — Brian spat, trying to straighten up, but the baseball cap slid over his eyes again, and he irritably fixed it. — I’ve got money, connections, I can pay you to just leave me the fuck alone! I don’t know how I got here, but that’s not my problem, get it? I don’t want to be in this body!

The man seemed to pause for a second, but then his face twisted again in a grimace of anger. He stepped closer, and Brian felt his back pressed against the van. The smell of tobacco and sweat hit his nose, making him wrinkle his face.

— You seriously think I’m gonna believe this bullshit? — The man hissed, leaning so close their faces were nearly touching. — You, fucking Tiffany! My girlfriend!

The man’s hands grabbed Tiffany’s soft breasts, the soft flesh of her pretty big boobs easily fitting into his palms, and Brian felt his new smooth skin break out in goosebumps as his breath caught. He tried to push the man away, but his hands, now so thin and weak, couldn’t even budge him.

— Hey, hey, hey! — Brian yelled, his voice high and shaky, only making his desperation worse. — Get off me, you freak! I told you, I’m not Tiffany!

The man didn’t seem like he was going to listen. His fingers tightened, and Brian felt his new nipples harden, a too-feminine moan escaping his throat.

— Oh, God... — Brian whispered, feeling his body betray him to the touch.

The man smirked, his lips stretching into a grin full of sarcasm and anger.

— A guy, yeah, — he smirked, his voice a mix of sarcasm and irritation. — With tits like that and such a sweet ass, right?

Brian felt his face burn with shame.

— I’m not joking, man! — Brian yelled, his voice too high, too feminine, and it only made his desperation worse. — I don’t know how this happened, but I’m not Tiffany! I’m Brian!

The man paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing like he was trying to figure out if his girlfriend had completely lost her mind. But then he stepped forward again, and Brian felt his back pressed against the cold metal of the van. The smell of tobacco and sweat hit his nose once more, making him grimace.

— Tiff, you’re pissing me off, — the man hissed, his voice low and threatening. — Either you get your shit together and go to work now, or I’ll drive you myself. And don’t you dare bring up this bullshit about some Brian again, got it?

Brian felt his legs give out beneath him. He didn’t know what to do. His mind was in chaos, his body wasn’t responding, and this man, who seemed to be Tiffany’s boyfriend, appeared to be getting more dangerous by the second. He tried to push him away, but his arms, now so thin and weak, couldn’t even budge the man an inch.

— Hey, hey, hey! — Brian shouted, his voice trembling. — Alright, alright! I… I’ll go to work, okay? Just leave me alone, please! — He tried to slip out from under the man, but he wasn’t letting go that easily.

The man released his hand and took a step back, a smile spreading across his face.

— You’re a fucking crazy bitch, but I didn’t think you were this crazy — he scanned Brian from head to toe, then took Brian’s cap off and quietly said — A little apology kiss.

The man leaned in closer, his breath, mixed with cigarette smoke, searing Brian’s face. Brian froze, feeling his heart pounding somewhere in his throat. He didn’t know what to do. His thoughts were tangled, his body wouldn’t listen, and this man seemed ready to do anything. The man’s lips moved closer, and Brian, almost like in a fog, realized that a response was expected from him. He swallowed hard, feeling his new breasts rise and fall with each quickened breath.

— Come on, Tiff, — the man whispered, his voice a strange mix of threat and something else Brian couldn’t place. — Don’t make me wait.

Brian closed his eyes, realizing that, against his will, his body was starting to move toward the man. His lips trembled as they touched the man’s. The kiss was rough, commanding, and Brian felt his legs weaken as a wave of disgust and… something else, something he couldn’t understand, rose inside him. The man’s hands wrapped around his waist, then slid lower, squeezing the soft flesh of his new ass. Brian shuddered, feeling his body betray him in response to the touch. He tried to pull away, but the man just pulled him in tighter.

— See? — the man whispered, his lips grazing Brian’s neck, making him shiver. — You’re always like this, Tiff. First the meltdown, and then… — he didn’t finish the sentence, his hands continuing to explore Brian’s new body, and his lips found Brian’s again as his rough tongue pushed into Brian’s mouth, starting to move.

Brian felt his mind slip somewhere far away. He didn’t want this, but he could feel his body’s treacherous reaction to the touch, how his chest rose and fell heavily, how his skin was covered in goosebumps.

The man finally let go of him, but not completely. His hand still rested on Brian’s ass, and his eyes were locked on him with some strange mix of anger and satisfaction.

— Alright, — the man said, his voice a bit softer. — Now let’s go. Mike’s probably pissed by now.

He grabbed Brian’s hand and led him to the van. Brian, still shaking and embarrassed, let himself be led. His mind was in chaos, his body burning from touches he didn’t want but couldn’t forget. He sat in the passenger seat, feeling his new breasts bounce with every movement. The man sat behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove off.

As they bounced down the bumpy road, Brian stared out the window, trying to collect his thoughts. He remembered how, just an hour ago, he was in his luxurious penthouse, enjoying life, and now... Now he was in the body of some waitress, with big tits and long hair that kept falling into his eyes. He remembered running through the trailer, desperately trying to find a phone to contact someone from his real life, touching his new breasts, thinking it was all a dream. He remembered putting on the oversized men’s pants and baseball cap when he decided to leave this weird place. And then meeting this man, who, it seemed, was Tiffany’s boyfriend.

— Are you even listening to me? — the man interrupted his thoughts, his voice sounding annoyed.

Brian jumped and looked at him.

— What? — he asked, his voice sounding too high and feminine.

— I said, if Mike fires you, I’ll fucking kill you, — the man said, his eyes still glued to the road. — You’re already on the edge, Tiff. Don’t go and lose your job too.

Brian swallowed, feeling his new breasts rise and fall with his breath. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t even remember his friends' phone numbers. All he wanted was to wake up in his own body, in his old life. But for now, that seemed impossible.

Brian looked at the man driving the van and realized it was better not to argue with this huge chunk of biomass for now. But what should he do? Where should he go? For now, he had to pretend to be Tiffany and figure out how to contact someone from his real life. But right now, it was better to just stay silent and do what was expected of him… be Tiffany? At least for now.

— Alright, — he whispered, his voice weak and uncertain. — I... I’ll try.

The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with something Brian couldn’t understand.

— That’s better, — he said, his hand sliding back onto Brian’s thigh. — Yeah… Like I always say, you’re always like this, Tiff. First the meltdown, and then… — he didn’t finish the sentence, but his hand squeezed Brian’s thigh, making him shudder.

Brian closed his eyes, feeling his body begin to react to the touch again. He realized he was starting to hate all of this… and at the same time, he could feel a warm wave spreading through his body.