John devoted his whole life to the accumulation of capital and succeeded in this. He was an impudent, strong character man who was always used to pursuing his own. His business was built on rigidity and sometimes deceit when circumstances required. In general, he was a kind person, but he did not have friends, real friends, because in the first place he had business.
This trip to Korea promised great profits; he really hoped to receive a big discount on the supply of goods at a personal meeting with Korean partners. I must say that John did not like Asians and did not distinguish between them, he loved money. He did not fly to Korea for the sake of new experiences and travels, it was just a business.
John flew Korean Airlines and, although he did not like Azits, he liked Korean flight attendants. He drank in a plane and allowed himself to joke with stewardesses and even grabbed them by the ass a couple of times. He did not understand that they answered him, but that was not important. It seemed incredibly fun to him. Then he thought that it would be nice to sleep with one of them, this would be a nice bonus on his trip. John did not even notice how one of the passengers, also from Korea, an old woman, said something to him when she passed, he was fascinated by looking at the stardes.
At the airport, near the elevator, before picking up his luggage, John felt someone touch his sleeve on his coat. John turned and saw that same old woman. Of course he did not recognize her
"What do you want?!"
The woman looked at him carefully and John decided that she was crazy. He pressed the elevator button again in anticipation. He touched his sleeve again, now he was starting to get angry
"What do you want from me, you stupid old woman!"
She said something in Korean and smiled.
For a moment John felt a little dizzy, no more. He still stood in his coat and held, as he thought, his business briefcase, he did not notice that his business briefcase had now turned into an elegant blue bag, which was now not in his hand, but on his wrist. John continued to look at the old women and already wanted to answer something, but the old woman turned away and went the other way.
The elevator car opened and John took a step in his direction. Now, instead of his expensive leather shoes, he wore women's shoes with a low heel, but because of this and because of his new center of gravity, he lost his equilibrium and almost fell.
He managed to rest his hand against the wall and only because of this did not fall.
"도대체 뭐야!" (Dodaeche mwoya! - "What the hell ?!")
John noticed that his voice was different, it seemed like he was speaking as a child and for some reason he spoke a different language, although he understood what he said, it seemed strange. But he did not have time to think about it, he saw his palm on the wall. His palm was much smaller than his hand, it was hairless, and on his fingers was a beautiful neat manicure with burgundy varnish.
A lock of his new long hair closed his gaze.
John's heart beat faster. He touched his face, on which now there was no beard, to his lips, which now seemed more plump and tender. After that, he saw that on his hands there were red traces of lipstick that were on his lips.
He looked down and saw that now he was not wearing his suit under his coat, which consisted of a blue shirt, jacket and trousers. Now he wore a white shirt, with a burgundy jacket, a skirt under which he felt tights and thongs, which were clearly his size. Under the blouse was a bra that pressed his new breasts tightly, and a scarf around his neck. He wore a strict suit of stewardesses who were in his flights.
He looked around for that old woman, but she was no longer there.
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