The Helper

You groaned as you woke up, the bed not as comfortable as you're used to, looking at the room you saw it was pretty bare, aside for a wash basin, a pitcher of water and a small mirror on a nearby table. The walls were plain wood as were the floors, aside from a small rug in the middle of the floor which for this small room took up most of it. You could hear birds chirping outside, always far too cheerful sounding for the morning, as well as people shouting to sell things and carts being pushed and pulled.

Wait. Carts?

Rushing to the bedroom window you covered your eyes from the morning sun as you looked out, and saw not only various fantasy races but the familiar clothing everyone wore.

"Oh shit! No no no no nonononono!" You said to yourself as you quickly grabbed the small mirror and looked at your face. "Aw fuuuuuck!!!" you groaned as you stepped back and sat on your bed, putting your head in your hands as you knew where, and what game, that bastard Truck-kun had sent you.

You were Johan Dixx

You were in the country of Typhus

In the town of Justifay

In the game The Helper, a femdom game with a matriaricle society where femdom is the norm.

You weren't complaining you now lived in a world where the gender roles were reversed.

You weren't complaining you were now the only male in a large family

You weren't complaining about the clothing, or lack their of, everyone wore. Walking around like they were about to shoot a cheap fantasy porno.

What you were complaining about was the fact that this character, and now you, was a total support character. No offensive magic or spells at all, just Healing, Buff and misc spells that helped you cook and clean.

What was the point of being in a magic fantasy world when you can't cast Fireball or Lightning Storm or summon Demons to fight for you?

Looking in the mirror again you sighed, you had to admit it wasn't all bad. You were cute looking, even though your charcter was 18 you still had a bit of a baby face, you hair was long down to your neck. Your body was trim and had some muscle from obvious work, though the complete lack of body hair kinda worried you.

and as a bonus your cock was a good size, when you were hard it was like having to hold a large drink can, if you remembered correctly.

Dropping the mirror on your bed you stood up and sighed again. It was about time to get cleaned and dressed, and face your new life.

If you didn't sooner or later someone would kick your door in and drag you out, you could either embrase this new world and new life, or stuggle against it and live a miserable life.

Might as well try and embrase it.

Cleaning yourself up you put on your clothes, which consiste of a tight pair of shorts, some lnog leather boots, a small shirt that showed off your flat stomach, and a small green cloak with a hood.

Looking down at yourself, you felt like you were getting ready to either be a stripper, or whore yourself out. But by this worlds standard this was pretty modest.

Opening your bedroom door you stepping out into the rest of your home, wondering which of your sisters would be joining you for breakfast today.