He was walking in my direction and I clearly read his thoughts. I definitely didn&#8217;t want what he could think, and as soon as he approached me I told him<br />(conversations in Spanish)<br />"Fuck off!" and pushed him. It turned out somehow very shrill, but for me it was not important at the moment<br />"Margarita, what are you? I thought you yourself wanted!"<br />And he was upset and even angry.<br />"Then, do not undress in the middle of the working day! Find me the documents on the last deal!" and he left, slamming the door.<br />Still not believing everything that was happening, I instantly returned to the computer and tried to find the site on which it all happened. But I did not remember the name of the site! I tried to enter into Google the basic, but all that was revealed to me were some sites with fetishistic facts about the gender exchange of bodies, but nothing like that site!<br />I tried to calm down and not think that I am now in the body of some Spanish secretary and speak Spanish. However, I could not help but pay attention to the sensations from the new body and new clothes. Everything seemed so strange. Lifchi was dressed tightly around my chest, straps were felt on my shoulders, and the feeling of emptiness between my legs and a slight weight from the new weight on my chest made it even more clear that all this was real.<br />From the selector I heard a familiar voice<br />"Margarita, look in the box, I think the documents are there and bring it faster."<br />There was no way out, temporarily I had to accept that I am now Margarita. I got up and carefully went up to the drawer and pulled out the shelf. There were no documents. I opened a lower shelf and had to bend down, it was also empty there.<br />At that moment, the door opened again and he went out. I turned my head to check and felt a strand of my long hair spread to the other side. I understood why he asked me to look for documents in the drawer. This wacky smile again<br />I stood up abruptly and returned to my seat.<br />"Margarita, you are always being fooled by my joke about the box!"<br />Smiling, he went back, and I remained sitting, thinking about what to do.<br /><br />Part 1:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/Another-spam-part-1-833878943?ga_submit_new=10%3A1584303704&ga_type=edit&amp;ga_changes=1">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br />Additional material:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/34913770">www.patreon.com/posts/34913770</a><br /><br />If you like my captions and want see a continue or other stories please support me:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>