Apologize!

Greg Wilson, or how he preferred to be called, "G-Man," was the tall and rather scrawny owner of an electronics repair business on the south side of Fort Lauderdale, Florida. But despite his thin frame and nerdy nature, G-Man had a large sense of self-importance and an ego the size of Texas. And this concerned everything in his life, even driving, where he believed that everyone else should simply move out of the way whenever G-Man was moving down the street.

So when today he heard a remark from some granny when he touched her with his hand, then he was immediately offended and lost his temper, shouting and swearing at her like a complete drunken fool.

"... And If you, old bitch, do not apologize right now..." he was raging, walking after her angrily and waving his skinny, nervous, tattooed fists. But she ignored him and walked farther and farther away while he became increasingly offended And, unable to bear being ignored, he blocked her path and shouted one last time, "... Are you deaf?! Apologize or else!"

However, instead of answering or apologizing, the granny looked with piercing contempt into Greg's blue eyes, said just a couple of quiet and sinister words and waving her hand as if shooing some bug. Then everything around Greg immediately went completely dark. It seemed that someone put a helmet on his head and pulled it down tightly, but he didn't feel anyone. Darkness surrounded him everywhere. "Wha-what...?" he gasped in surprise.

He tried to move or look around, but it's seemed that he was in nowhere. Then suddenly something wrapping his waist and tightly squeezing it, almost taking his breath away and causing his ribs to squeak. "H... a.... v..vk," wheezed and tried to find some way out, while something lightly appeared and touched his shoulders and tickled a little in the way his head moved and then... darkness vanished and he found himself in the small dirty room furnished with antiques of the XVIII century.

In panic he looked around with eyes darting with fear and tried to figure out what was happening to him. His breathe quickening, he saw four walls with a door and two windows on opposite walls, old-style furniture and other unfamiliar things on them, a huge dusty mirror in the corner, and a heavy oak writing desk directly across from it, at which sat a man in a very strange outfit, like from some old movie.

"Ginevra de' Dockyard. Why are you standing like a scared rabbit and catching your tongue in front of the commander of the English garrison in Jamaica, Captain Clive Brigdon? Speak, what are you doing in docks after nightfall?!"

"WHAT?! Captain..." G-Man shputed, but stopped when he heard his own voice, which was too high and feminine. Looking down in horror and putting hands on breasts, which are now clearly visible in huge cleavage created by a narrow green corset, Greg swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"I will not allow this! Ginevra Dockyard! Stop touching yourself immediately or I will put you in chains for public debauchery!" roared the captain and struck the desk loudly. "Come to me and sit on my knees, if you want forgiveness and mercy." he moved back a little and lowered his pants so that his dick was sticking out freely. "And next time, if you get caught, I'll be less lenient, Ginevra! You will have to apologize not only to me, but also to the whole garrison for your licentiousness."