Ben sat with his hand on the bed, his breathing heavy, and his mind was still experiencing this terrible dream. He was glad that he was awake and that it was just his dream. Ben had never seen such nightmares in a dream, and everything was so real that he still could not believe that it was just a dream.

In the dream, Ben was on an alien ship and the aliens locked him in a cold iron chamber. He remembered being handcuffed to a metal bed and unable to move. Some kind of helmet was attached to his head and various needles were stuck into his body. Brr .. from these memories he felt a slight chill of these needles. He woke up when the aliens began to saw off his head, but thank goodness it was all over.

Ben heard the door to his room open and suddenly the light turned on abruptly. A drunken man dressed in farm clothes entered the room. In one hand he held a bottle of alcohol, and in the other a bouquet of dull flowers, which could hardly be called a bouquet.

- Expensive! Sorry to wake you up! (he hiccupped) this is for you! (he held out a bouquet of flowers and almost immediately sat down on the nearest chair and began to snore)

- Who are you..hm ... WHAT!?!

Ben started to speak, but he stopped when he heard the sound of his own voice. It was as if this was not his voice, although he spoke as if it were. It was a very feminine and high-pitched voice. But then he saw two women's breasts that hung from his body and were covered with a pink nightgown. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t felt it all this time. At one point, he felt a weight from the two hanging mounds of flesh that were now part of his body. He could not believe that all this time as he woke up he did not feel the long hair touching his shoulders and face. Now he felt it and saw it with his own eyes. Touching his face and hair with his hand, he realized that this was not a wig and he could not take them off. From the violent twitching of his hair, he only experienced severe pain. His chest was obviously not a figment of the imagination, he felt soft and delicate skin with his hands and body when he grabbed his left breast with his other hand and a light female sigh emerged from his mouth at will.

Not only had his body and clothing changed, the whole room looked different. This was not his room. He remembered his rented bachelor apartment in which he lived for almost a year and took a lot of different girls into it. The room looked, and so it turned out, one of the rooms in an old wooden farmhouse. There was no modern furniture here, and there was even an old TV set here. 

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