My trip to Latin America was already coming to an end and I was walking with one of my friends down the street towards our hotel, in which our other friends were supposed to be and we were talking about different things. I really enjoyed relaxing here and didn't want the vacation to end and go back home to work. It was warm here and there were so many beautiful tanned Latin girls, and at my house only my cat was waiting for me. The conversation was about different things, but at that moment we started talking about the end of the trip.
- Hey, yes, it would be great to live here (said my friend)
- Well, maybe you're right, I don't quite agree with you
- How!? Don't you like this place? It's warm, sun and look how many cool half-naked girls
- That's for sure
- And you wouldn't want to live here?
- Well, yes, you're right. I would like to live here, and even more I would like to finally have a family.
- You wanted to say that you would like to get one of these Latin chicks ?! Is that so! Haha
- This is of course too
- Well, duck say it louder and the universe will hear you!
- What nonsense, Chuck!
- Come on, come on, it definitely works!
- Okay. I wish I had a family, live here and touch latin tits every day
Everything happened instantly and I didn't even notice any changes right away, only I felt Chuck's hand hugging my shoulder and holding me to it, but the strangest thing was that my hand was now on his waist. Chuck was too wrong close to me and for some reason he became much taller than me.
- Chuck, quita tu mano
I said it in Spanish and in a female soprano.
- Cariño, ¿quién es Chuck? ¿Todo esta bien? (Sweetheart, who is Chuck? Is everything okay?)
I pushed Chuck away and stopped. Before me was a completely different person. This man of Latin appearance was much taller than me and the strangest thing is that I understood his Spanish words. I stopped and immediately noticed the change, because I almost fell due to the fact that I was wearing high-heeled shoes instead of my sneakers.
Instead of my gin and T-shirt, now I was wearing a white long skirt and a tight top, under which I definitely saw two bumps that were definitely superfluous on my body. The skin of my hands is much darker. My hand with a long woman's manicure was holding a woman's bag.
I stared at the man trying to figure out what had just happened.
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