"Come on! Pick up the fucking phone! Why isn't anyone answering !?"
- Ooooh, no, no, no! I don’t want to meet you! Just walk by!
- Come on, baby! I think you shouldn’t give it up right away, right guys ?!
"This is John from next door and some of his stupid drinking companions. I know him since high school. He's an asshole here! He bullied me all the time at school, and now he's married to that fat Shelley. Fuck, these guys won't leave me alone. I have to get out of here! I thought that at this time I will get my body back. Why the hell are they not spitting off ?! But ... what ... why is he coming here ?! "
- Heck! I said get out of here! And then, and then ...
...
It was a terrible and difficult day for Charlie, and now he was balancing on heels in a dark alley near his house, which he had chosen completely wrong in order to stop and call his captors again after driving from the office of Sun Street LLC, where he worked. Barabara was the secretary in whose body he was now. The body snatchers forced Charlie to steal classified information from this company and send it to them. For Charlie, this was a piece of cake with his experience cracking security software, especially while on the company's network.
However, he would never have done this even if he was offered a large amount of money ... Well, only if it was a VERY large amount. The kidnappers made it easier. They exchanged the bodies of Charlie and Barbara, telling him that they would exchange them back only after he sent them all the data from this company.
The hardest part was pretending to be Angela for the whole working day. Not only was he already in an unusual and strange female body for him, feeling the weight of constantly swaying breasts and emptiness between her legs, but Angela still wore too immodest and uncomfortable clothes - a tight short skirt, tights and these uncomfortable thongs that constantly pressed ass together. He mostly tried to sit at his desk, because walking in heels drove him crazy and by the end of the day he had not learned to walk normally in these shoes. He constantly caught the glances of Angela's male colleagues and either tried not to look or tried to squeeze out something like a smile, although it looked very strange.
He had no idea about her work and tried to pretend that he was very busy when Angela's colleagues asked something. However, the day was over, and at the end of the day, he used his hacking skills and stole information to pass on to his captors.
Several hours had passed, but Charlie was still trying to reach the kidnappers. This time he was already at his own house, but he did not even have the keys to it to get there. He stood in the arch in the dark near the house when he called the kidnappers once again, already realizing that apparently the kidnappers would never contact him and at the same time meeting this drunken group of men. It was already evening and it was dangerous for Charlie to meet such people in this form. He still lacked for complete "happiness" to be raped in an alley after all that he had experienced that day.
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