I sat quietly at home on my well-deserved day off and did not expect any guests, so this doorbell, brazenly incessant, alarmed me a little. I quickly walked to the door saying loudly what I heard and so that someone would stop ringing and open the door.<br />Before me stood a chalky thin girl with a very pretty face and full lips, but she looked at me very viciously. Her clothes seemed very vulgar to me. She looked up at me, although she was wearing heels. This is not to say that I am very tall - my average height is 1 meter 76 centimeters, but apparently she was not tall<br />- You thought I wouldn't find you, you fucking bastard ?!<br />She squeaked in a not very pleasant and very high voice<br />`` Um ... what !? Who are you?<br />- Who am I?! Are you kidding?!<br />In my head there were a lot of options from some casual acquaintance somewhere to drunk sex. I carefully looked at her face and could not remember that I could have seen her once. Perhaps it was some kind of party or a drunken binge. But I definitely remembered all the girls with whom I slept drunk and I definitely could not meet her anywhere. In addition, I did not really like her manner of speaking and especially the beginning and I already wanted to close the door.<br />- This is the first time I see you.<br />- Fuck you to hell! I'm Chuck! Chuck Glover! And don't pretend you don't know me!<br />The girl's statement was absurd, the first thing I thought was that she was crazy, and besides, I really didn't know any Chuck.<br />- Miss ...<br />- I'm not a miss! Heck! Don't you really remember me !? Fuck. Do you know what it cost me to come here !? Your fucking spell sent me into the body of this whore across the country a few months ago! It was a living hell and I don't even want to remember it! Damn, change me back now!<br />I looked at her in bewilderment and realized that I needed to end the conversation faster, because it already seemed to me some kind of nonsense. Imagining how I would tell this to my friends, I silently began to close the door, but the girl began to hold her resting her heels on the threshold<br />- You fucked up ?! Damn nerd! I say, quickly find your damn book and read something there to get me back!<br />- Don't hold the door! This is the first time I see you!<br />- Oh no. It's so easy that I won't leave here and return to this fucking life! There is no turning back for me, Jerry (author's note is a pimp) is already looking for me everywhere and I am sure that he will find me soon, so I will not leave here so easily.<br />But still, using my strength, I easily removed her weak hand and pushed her away, closing the door quickly and hearing the doorbell and knocks after she got up. I had no choice but to call the police<br />...<br />Later, analyzing all her words, I nevertheless recalled some strange events three months ago. It was like a blackout that evening and I still couldn't remember anything, so I just stopped thinking.<br />That evening I remember returning from work at 19-00 and as if I met someone from my acquaintances, and then I suddenly found myself at home and the clock was 22-00. I did not remember anything from this time, and in my hand there was some kind of note with illegible handwriting, on which was written some kind of incomprehensible beleberd resembling a spell.<br /><br /><span><span>If you like my stories and want to see others or sequels, then you can support me (</span></span><span><span>also there you can find more stories</span></span><span>&nbsp;)</span><span><span>:</span></span><span>&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a></span>