I unbuttoned my shirt completely and saw something that I could not believe. There was no sign of my old body. Instead of my hairy flat chest and beer belly, I now had a flat, smooth belly and two small mounds of chest in a bra. The image in my eyes blurred due to alcohol, but I understood that this was not an illusion, because my feelings also confirmed what I saw.

I grabbed these protrusions on my chest with two hands and felt strange feelings. In my hands I felt the usual female breasts under the bra, about the same as my wife's, but at the same time I felt it with my body and felt excitement between my legs, but for some reason my male device did not rise. Before I had time to think about it, the door opened and Jack entered the room, already dressed

- Pancake! Samantha! What are you doing?!

I looked up at him, still holding my breasts.

"Jack, can you ... can you see that too?"

- Yes, Sam, you have a great chest and figure, so you work here. Why are you still not dressed?

- What? Sam? Who is Sam? Jack I'm John! Your friend and co-owner, what a joke ?! Is this some kind of prank? The virtual reality?!

Jack said nothing, but just looked angrily in my direction.

- Jack! Why do I have boobs ?! Why am I wearing these clothes ?! I don't like all this, is this some kind of stupid joke of yours ?!

“Samantha, you're drunk. I don't understand your jokes! Button up your blouse and get dressed! I'll order you a taxi.

Without knowing why, but after these words I felt scared. Jack seemed so strong and big to me and for some reason I didn't want to anger him even more. I quickly as I could, began to button up my shirt, feeling how he touches my body and my chest under the bra. I didn't understand what was going on. I got up and immediately realized that I was also wearing heels. Taking a slow step, I grabbed the edge of the table because I almost fell. At that moment, Jack grabbed my hand tightly

“Jesus Sam, you can't drink.

Leaning on it, I reached the hanger and saw a woman's coat, which Jack helped me to put on and we went out into the street.

- Jack, what the hell ?!

I said it with all my strength, trying not to fall on my heels and leaning on Jack

- You just got drunk.

He caught a taxi and put me in the back seat, paying the driver money and saying something to him.

The road was long and strange. I sat in the back seat and looked out the window. I tried to understand everything that had happened, but since I was still very drunk, by the end of the trip I forgot about it a little. The trip was very long, although I lived a few blocks from work, but I didn’t understand well and just wanted to get home faster, I really wanted to sleep.

When the taxi driver opened the door and I went out again almost falling because of heels and alcohol, the taxi driver helped me to get to my apartment. We went up to the 3rd floor of a multi-storey building and the taxi driver left, leaving me alone.

The door was not new, as was the whole house. It was a multi-storey building in which poor people live. After standing for several minutes, knocking loudly with my heels due to the fact that I was reeling from alcohol and did not know how to walk on them at all. Only now did I notice that I have long hair and started looking at it.

The apartment door opened and a man in a T-shirt and shorts stood on the threshold. His face was angry, he looked 35-40 years old, he was holding a bottle of beer in his hands.

- And here is our queen!