Before Kai could plan their investigation a hand was placed on their shoulder and they turned around to see their collage roommate, Jayla, but instead of the BLM and feminist activist she once was, instead was a blissfully submissive slave, clothed in a maid uniform exactly like the ones at Kai’s house. Her purple hair was its natural black and pulled into a tight braid underneath the frilled bonnet. Kai was deeply saddened to see her like this, all of her opinions and aspirations were gone and Kai knew that the entire world and everyone on it had been changed but they hoped that somehow Jayla would be the same.
“Miss Annabelle, you’ve not ‘forgotten about that meetin’ with Mr. Preston, now have ya?” Jayla asked, her way of speaking completely different from the articulate and intellectual woman Kai knew her to have been.
Kai was too distracted and saddened by their best friend’s changes they allowed themselves to be escorted by their former roommate and best friend, she even referred to Kai as their dead name. They were led into a carriage and only when it started moving did Kai make the realization.
“P-Preston?! As in Damian Preston?!” Kai said in shock.
“Yessum, Mr. Preston was picked as your suitor by your Pa a week ago. Are ya feelin’ ill or somethin’? Your Mama said you was actin’ strange before you left.” Jayla said.
Damian Preston was, in the old world before the change, a right wing, “red-pill” douchebag incel who peeped on girl’s dorms and bathrooms. He even told Kai that they were “confused” about being non-binary and that he would “set her straight”. When Kai obviously and rightly told him to fuck off, he called them “a waste of a vagina”. And now in this world Kai was practically engaged to that sexist, politically incorrect asshole.
“N-no Jayla, I’m fine…just uh, a bit winded from my walk.” Kai made up an excuse.
Thankfully Jayla didn’t push further and soon they had arrived at a large house, they passed plantation fields and Kai was repulsed and angered at the sight of innocent African Americans forced to serve these white pricks. Kai didn’t know how much longer they could keep all their pent up anger and frustration locked away.
When the carriage stopped at the front gate more dressed up slaves came to greet them. One of the maids helped Kai down then took their coat, gloves and bonnet and led into the main hall. Kai was thankful that Jayla was with her at least, not that she would or could be of much help in this house or world. One of the servants announced their arrival.
“Master, Lady Annabelle Dickson has arrived.” He spoke.
Kai once again cringed at the use of their female name but quickly forgot when they saw the man of the house. Damian Preston descended the grand staircase and Kai could barely believe it was the same man. He was much taller, around 6’11” with golden blonde hair, an impeccably groomed mustache and an impossibly sharp jawline, he was nothing like the scrawny creep they knew before. He wore an old fashioned three piece suit but none of his new appearance or impressive status could hide the same perverted glare Kai knew all too well. Even with Kai’s painfully modest clothing they still wished they could cover up more to hide from his lust filled gaze.
“Ah, my dear lady Annabelle. It is truly a pleasure to see you again.” He said and his voice was manly, much different than his weak old voice.
Damian took their hand and kissed it, Kai reflexively took their hand away when he did this and only then did they realize their mistake. The others were looking at Kai suspiciously and Kai knew they had to come up with an excuse fast, hating themselves for not being able to tell off this man for touching them without their permission.
“I-I’m sorry Damian—It’s just I have a bit of a cold you see, wouldn’t want you to catch it.” Kai said and feigned a small cough.
It took everything Kai had to resist kicking the chauvinist man in the balls, but Kai’s concern for their own safety kept them from doing so. There was no telling what the men in this world would do to them, they had to play it cool for now.
“Do not worry m’lady, I’m sure a cold may be too much for a delicate woman, but my grandfather was a giant you know. It will take more than a little cold to affect myself.” Damien said.
Kai resisted the urge to vomit and forced a smile. They needed to find a way to get out of this engagement, or at the very least away from this house, they still needed to investigate this Andrew that everyone seems to worship.