- Marca. Por que nada est&#225; acontecendo? N&#227;o me diga que o controle remoto est&#225; quebrado e voc&#234; n&#227;o pode me trazer de volta<br />- You can be silent for a second. I still don't understand anything from what you say<br />- Marca! Eu falei pra voc&#234; n&#227;o mexer com esse controle remoto! Por que voc&#234; me transformou nisso ?! E falar ingl&#234;s! Por que voc&#234; est&#225; falando t&#227;o estranho!? (Mark! I told you not to mess with this remote! Why did you turn me into this ?! And speak English! Why are you talking so weird !?)<br />- Just wait, I must have turned off something and the remote control stopped working. But ... damn, someone is ringing my door, wait here, I'll figure it out now<br />Mark went to open the door and left me alone in the room.<br />...<br /> I knew from the beginning that this was a stupid idea. Mark found this strange device somewhere, very similar to a remote control, and invited me to visit. He told me that this is simply the best find in his life. When I came to him, the President of the United States met me instead of Mark. To say that I was shocked is to say nothing. But then the president took out this remote control, pointed it at himself and literally in front of his eyes he turned into my friend Mark. It was a really curious device, but I told Mark to use it carefully. Jokingly, we pondered various possible stories of the use of this device and wondered if it could turn a man into a woman. Mark got excited about this idea and pointed the remote at me. With a smile, he said that we are now going to watch a busty Latin milf and in an instant I felt huge weight on my chest, everything in the room seemed to be bigger, but in fact I lost my height and became about 1 meter 55 cm instead of 1 meter 60 cm. This weight of the chest was simply unbearable and if it were not for this bra tied to my neck, the weight would have been even greater. Long hair immediately blocked part of my view and touched my new chest and shoulders, I never had long hair immediately tried to remove it, but almost lost my balance due to the new center of gravity and the heels that I was wearing.<br />Mark said something and laughed, but I did not understand him. At that moment I did not realize that now I speak only Portuguese and do not understand English. I yelled for him to change everything back, but for some reason when he pointed the remote at me nothing happened.<br />...<br />- But ... damn, someone is ringing at my door, wait here, I'll figure it out now<br />Mark went to open the door and left me alone in the room. I stood still, just leaning my hand against the wall to keep my balance and not fall on my heels. There was some noise, as if someone had broken in and after a few minutes I saw that they were people from the FBI<br />...<br />Despite my requests and explanations that I had nothing to do with it, they still did not believe me. Mark did not find, but stole this remote control, which turned out to be a secret government development that no one should know about. Our lives have changed since that moment. Mark, as the main culprit, was sent to a special prison, and it was more difficult with me, because there was no way to get my old body back because of some genetic feature of mine. They kept me for a couple of days in some secret building, and then put me on a plane to Brazil. On the plane, they gave me new documents and explained that they realized that I had nothing to do with it and therefore decided to help me and sent me to where I could somehow continue my life.<br /><br /><span><span><span>If you like my stories and want to see a sequel or other stories, then you can support me:</span></span></span><span> <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a></span>