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I could not believe my eyes, but I felt it all. I felt a new strange weight on my chest and a hollow space between my legs. Under the dress, my body was bare, except for the thong, the sensation of which indicated that all this was true. While I turned my head in different directions, I also noticed the sensation on my shoulders from touching my hair and when I decided to check it was not a wig, I really experienced some pain when I tried to remove it.

But all this was impossible, people just can’t become a different person, much less get another body, a different gender.

All this happened after I scolded that woman and now I definitely had to find her.

My first steps were uncertain and neat, I had never worn high-heeled shoes before, had never worn long dresses and my body now had a different center of gravity. I remembered where she went and headed in that direction. If someone had seen this from the outside, then he would have thought that I was drunk and many looked at me strangely, but I did not pay attention to it.

I walked around the exhibition in a panic and looked for this woman. I felt my chest shaking with every step and it annoyed me like the fact that I was in this ridiculous outfit and in this ridiculous situation in this strange body. I finally found her

"What ?! What have you done to me ?!"

She turned and this time sincerely smiled

"You said that visitors to the car dealership should be happy. So go and entertain them."

“But me ?! How did you do that?”!

"It doesn’t matter! We’ll talk after the end of the exhibition if you don’t get fired."

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I had no choice and until the end of the exhibition I had to play the role of a promo girl. It was strange to walk and get all these men's looks. But now I was worried about something else. The supervisor found me and told me that the organizer of the exhibition saw me (strange, because I was the organizer of the exhibition) and was dissatisfied with me. The supervisor said that this could be my last job and that I should try to work very well this evening so that he changes his mind!