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Stan absolutely did not understand what was happening, why he ended up in women's clothing, why everyone turned to him like he was some kind of Susie, why his hair appeared on his head. Angela knew him for 10 years, they have been working together for a very long time and she is a very serious person. Why is she talking to him like that? He just got up, froze, despite the fact that Angela led him by the hand. Finally Angela let go and said He stopped and did not follow Angela. - Susie, why did you stop ?! You know that! ... However, it doesn’t matter anymore, I’ll tell you everything honestly, I don’t like your behavior for a long time, I will raise the question that you are a poor employee and that you don’t fit our organization! And yes, you can continue to be the mistress of Mr. Johnson, he always sleeps with all the new ones. Do you think he will protect you ?! What ... what are you doing !? ... This is the end, everything, stay here as long as you want and feel your breasts at least all day! Stan listened poorly to her and understood only some of the words. He now had more important discoveries. While Angela took him to his new workplace, he noticed strange sensations in his chest, such as he had never experienced before, as if his chest was swinging from side to side with every awkward step in heels. Finally he was able to wrest his hand from Angela’s hands and grabbed his chest, there was definitely something there. Slowly, Stan unfastened his pink blouse and saw two small, but still breasts. These were definitely female good boobs. Damn it, there should be a hairy, flat male chest, but there they were! He did not believe his eyes, and most importantly his feelings. Just at that moment, Angela loudly agreed on her last sentence from which he realized that Angela was firing him. He looked up from his new chest and saw in the distance the silhouette of Angela, who was walking further down the corridor. One has to admit that all this is real, and that somehow he is now not in his body. Zipping up his blouse, he slowly walked to his office, still thinking it was some kind of joke. When at last Stan stumbled to the study and decided to open the door, this time the door opened. There sat the same man who had recently slapped his ass. - What ... What are you doing here? - asked Stan The man raised his eyes and this time, without jokes, in a serious and even slightly angry tone he answered - Susie. What are you doing here?! Why so openly come to my office in the middle of the day ?! Go to your workplace! Stan went stunned and slowly closed the door. Now he began to understand a little ... It all happened after a conversation with Lisa. It was urgent to see her. He quickly, as he could in high heels, went to the open space in which Lisa was sitting and found her - Lisa, do you know what is going on ?! Lisa looked in surprise and asked - I apologize? What are you talking about? Do we know each other? - How? Of course! We. I'm Stan Palmer, CTO, you and I are lovers! - Khe, khe, girl, I don’t understand what you mean, but you are least like the Wall of Palmer that I hear about for the first time, but I’m sure that he must be a man. Our technical director is Marx Stepson, and the fact that we are lovers is one hundred percent not, I would know about that. Please do not take my time. - But Lisa! Liza! That's all .. this, remember, we stood in the elevator, then you gave me this .. stone! Right! Stone, where is he? Stan found the only and true explanation for this, but there was no stone, there were no pockets in his new clothes