God, how inconvenient it is to write with these big boobs and this hair gets in the way all the time!<br />I am trapped. This was the last test.<br />Three months ago, I was a rushing businessman and even had muscles, of course not as huge on my chest as now, but as a man I was strong<br />They caught me and conducted an experiment commissioned by one wealthy politician.<br />This is all the sum of high technology: nanobots, hibiscus and surgery.<br />Last test. I had to fill out a form<br />Name - Daisy Sweetheart (I hate this name, but I can&#8217;t even say my old name, this is a ban in the brain)<br />Work - I wanted to write a lawyer, but I got a "call girl"<br />Age 23<br />No other skills<br />etc.<br />I filled out everything and gave it to my curator. Now they promised me to compensate for all my humiliation and the fact that they took my life. They promised to release me and give a lot of money.<br />- Here, put it on - they threw me a small pink rag.<br />- What is it? - I squeaked with my thin female voice (my voice was very squeaky, this is one of the most terrible)<br />- This dress.<br />- This dress? How do I put it on?<br />- Shut up, daisy and put it on!<br />I left the locker room ...<br /><br />Part 2:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a><br /><br /><span>If you want see a continue and support me:&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>