I was standing at the threshold of this terrible house, which, as I was told by this fat woman upstairs, is also the house of this lady in whose body I was, which means .. no, no .. I don’t want to think about it.

I touched my face again, my skin was soft and delicate, no sign of the stubble that I always had before. My hair, too, was clean and silky, every girl would envy it. All the same, there was a hope that this was just a role-playing game, because I did not think that women in the Middle Ages had such skin.

I looked down and decided to touch my chest in the cleavage. It was soft and then washed out under the influence of my polish. My hands were also small and everything seemed so big. I just now noticed that even in heels, everyone seemed big to me and were bigger than me. Even this lady in the hallway who spoke to me, and this woman who is something ... Wait! She said something about the pendant, that it is damned! I urgently need to talk to her! But she's busy now! I have to, I have to come up with something, I don’t want to live the rest of my life as some kind of prostitute in the 19th century! I'm a grown man from 2020! I am 27 years old! And this body! I was not a jock, but I went to the gym and was successful with women, I have a beautiful girlfriend! Pancake! God, here women have no rights at all! I remember this exactly from history. I have to find a way to get back. And these clothes! How will I walk in them, they are completely uncomfortable and I don't know anything about this time!

- Charlotte

Some woman's voice from behind, which I did not pay attention to, it's not even my name! Hand touched me

- Charlotte, what are you standing like a stump?