The Dom-Trap Son 1 - (The Good Son, SI)
Warning! The game which this story is based upon is 'The Good Son' by Lobsterman9999, the plot of which will soon be subverted by yours truly. Enjoy!
It was morning, I felt my body was sore, and I hardly noticed that I was missing on any clothes as I tiredly marched out of bed and to the bathroom. I felt the need to pee, I felt the need to sit and... I spared a look at the mirror right beside the toilet.
Usually I don't give a fuck over my own reflection as I am the same as usual... until I realized something was indeed different- like, my entire body was as I moved and I saw the big-butted trap I was looking at do the same actions as I was.
"The fuck?" I asked quietly, eyes narrowing at my feminine frame, my womanly hips and my fat bottom... and average dick.
I stared at 'myself' for a while, washing up with a sluggish pace and... then realized it was five in the morning as I got out with a fresh pair of clothes. Luckily for me, it was all male-only clothes and none of those sultry girly outfits worthy of this new body.
To make things worse, my newly-awakened brain picked up how different this flat was from my house (smaller and relatively tinier due to how much stuff was hoarded in there). I looked around for anything that could help me with my current situation, and I found something in the form of a diary or a journal.
Diary of Damien Brunnings - Todd, don't touch!
Who the hell is Todd?!
I found an answer to this question and much more in the journal.
So, my new name is Damien Brunnings, I am currently a college student at the last year of... Gender Studies?
I don't have anything against college to that extent, but the dude literally wrote that the reason he got there was to get laid with multiple women and... instead, shockingly enough, he found himself in a nest of men-hating girls led by a men-loathing professor, Ms. Domina.
Like, the name was telling - this was the classic 'I am a strong and dominant woman, and I will abuse my position of power to assert this view'. I don't like this sort of people, regardless of them being male, female, or something else altogether. I just don't like people abusing power for that stuff, I suppose.
As I kept on reading the journal, I felt my mind slightly grow more annoyed with this guy's life.
I am an only child, my dad is into investments with a 'slice' of off-the-books approach to make bigger cash at a faster rate, mom is a happy housewife that is content to do my laundry when I send her my 'monthly load', and I also don't pay rent due to some shady stuff... I feel like this is a setup or something.
I just had a hunch- I mean, I am now in a different life situation than I was just yesterday, and I have to contend I am now in an US college, dealing with Gender Studies - and I have a blonde-haired GF called Susan.
I just have this gut feeling that my form is not that 'sheltering' over the enforcement of needed protection for my girlfriend and... I needed to 'git gud' at it. And that's where 'Todd' came into the game.
Todd is a good old friend from childhood. His family is mega-rich, but the guy loved doing what he had been growing up doing: exercises. He was a high-level worker at the nearby Gym complex and he was 'jacked off'. The OG Damien had been envious of Todd's physique and luck in life while also feeling ashamed of these thoughts since Todd was a bro to the very core of the word.
So, I knew I could rely on him to help me pick up the pace and improve my current regiment at the gym.
Still, that was about a part of what my current 'issues' where: I saw no point in engaging in Gender Studies. Sure, I was now at the last year of the course, but the document was going to give me squat shit in terms of improved work.
The current one I got was actually pretty good as I made roughly 1200 cash in being a part-time busboy on a monthly basis at a VIP club. Not exactly the best, but since I didn't need to pay rent, groceries were cheap and I wasn't living a life of luxury with my current status quo... well, I was doing fine for myself.
The main issue remained the College path to take. And I was planning to take care of this as soon as I was out of the house since it was the first thing to do on this novel Monday. Once I got dressed and had all stuff I needed in my bag, I got out of the flat and walked up to the campus.
Students of all sorts were moving left and right the main buildings of the complex, while I aimlessly took directions to the class. I arrived earlier as classes would begin at eight and it was six at the time when I first arrived. There, I was greeted by Ms. Domina herself, lazily sitting by her chair and reading the usual magazine about... women being superior.
"Mr. Brunnings, good morning."
She didn't miss a moment to make her control known by not showing her surprise at my early arrival, giving me a flat look as I walked up to her desk.
"Ms. Domina, I have something important to say."
"Can it wait?" She asked lazily, eyes still aimed at the content of her magazine. "I am busy with a fine piece."
"I am afraid it can't."
Scowling, Ms. Domina closed the magazine and her brown eyes projected annoyance. "What is it, Mr. Brunnings."
"I would like to quit Gender Studies."
...
"I am sorry, did you say you wish to quit?"
Was that... unease?
"Yes."
"May I ask what it may have led you to such a hasty decision? You are at your last year-"
"Of a course that had done nothing more than belittle me for something I had no control over and that, by the end of these years, will give me a very niche selection of jobs available to me. None of which really sounds appealing to me," I argued without hesitation. "I understand your concerns over the 'suddenness' of this choice, but I would like to invest more on my job right now so I can actually provide my wonderful girlfriend a proper home rather than take a rather limiting path."
She scowled. "So, you wish to waste your parents' money of these last few years so you can make more money yourself? In fact, I would have been willing to ignore your nature due to your body-"
"Excuse you?!" I snapped, having been neutral until she brought up my trappy body in the conversation. "Did you just assume that because I was born with a feminine body that I would 'benefit' in a course for women?"
"I- O-Of course-"
"Then you have it wrong, ma'am. I am a man, and while I may not be the pig-headed jock that you so love to loathe, I am still someone that takes pride in having been taught good manners by my parents. You? I guess that's the last straw for sure. I am out. Good day."
"M-Mr. Brunnings, le-let's talk this more- I didn't- I didn't mean-"
I wasn't listening, I was walking out. I realized what was up the moment she made that comment about my body. As if I wasn't familiar with situations where people wanted to 'force-feminize' girly guys in some games- and yes, I realized this was actually a game-worthy plot of that kind.
I merely marched out of the campus, back home, and then I made three phone calls. One to mom to tell her what happened so we could start formally cutting off the Uni's expenses and lessen the weight of the financial pressure I was causing with it, the second one to Susan to tell her I quitted College to work harder to 'secure our future' which seemed to put her in a very good mood since 'it felt like a good decision as her boyfriend', and then one to Katie, my direct superior at the workplace.
"You actually dropped out of college? Why?"
"Ms. Domina's course doesn't offer many jobs at the end of it, plus the teacher is a mysandrist that made some unsavory comments about my body."
"...You know you are a bit girly."
"I also know that I am not expected to be treated like an object by a teacher of all people, Katie. Like, I can let you off the hook since we're friends, but imagine if a teacher at uni decided to turn you into property? Would you like that?"
"No and... I guess it makes sense. I can bring this up to the boss, but that means you will have to work twice at hard for the cash to flow."
"I'll not disappoint, Katie. And... good day."
"Same, dude."
The call ended and... today was 'over', I guess. I remained at home for the next few hours, then I got food ready for lunch and then dinner, and then I went to sleep...
Only to be woken up by a sudden late night call from mom and-
"D-Damien! They found him- the Russian Mob, they found your dad and they kidnapped him!"
Well shit.
AN
Next time will see: 'first' day at work to introduce Katie and 'The Cauldron' business, and the 'Mob Weekly Fee' mechanic that will push the MC to get 'creative' over making more money.