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"This fucking bitch! If I find her .. Ohh, I will find her! I will take her back to the Clinic. Exchange will change us back and then kill her."
John muttered to himself, his female voice and Indian accent gave it sexuality. He looked in the mirror into this face and into this body and was going to take a shower, but all this from the outside looked very strange.
John thought he was making a great deal. This woman, Savitri Kamian, lived in the other end of the city in her apartment. She was not married and had no children, and most importantly, opa paid $ 1,000 to stay an American boy for a week. John really needed money and he thought it was an easy deal, besides Savitri was a sexy girl with impressive boobs.
John immediately received his $ 1,000 and drove into Savitri's house. The strange thing is that a girl who lived so poorly from somewhere was able to earn $ 1,000 to stay an American guy for a week. But John thought it was none of his business. He put his long hair in a ponytail and wore only T-shirts. He could not even think of putting on a bra, although at first he often masturbated in Savitri's body.
A week later, John returned to the clinic to find out that Savitri was missing in his body and could not be found. In fact, Savitri wanted to escape, but she was in an accident in another state and died in John's body. She wanted to run away, because after 1 month she was running out of work visa, she could not find a normal job and borrowed money from the bandits.
John wanted to return to his home, but by agreement, he had to continue to live like Savitri until she was found, so he had to return to Savitri’s apartment.
He hated these boobs, which swing in different directions with every movement, he hated this sexy underwear, which he had to wear because the rest was not suitable for him. He looked in the mirror and hated this woman, he dreamed of finding her.
At that moment there was a knock on the door. These were the bandits who gave Samitra money and wanted to return everything with interest or to pick it up in your brothel and make it work out the debt