Start:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/The-day-I-woke-up-like-Interactive-Part-0-889972883">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br /><br /><span>The results of polls for 3 parts in the comments.</span><br />...<br /><br />When the door closed, I took a deep breath and bulged my eyes.<br />- Qu&#233; diablos pas&#243; ahora?!?! (What the hell happened now?!?!)<br />Dropping the towel from my hands, I got out of bed, and my chest jumped up and down giving me new sensations.<br />Who the hell is this guy and why did I kiss him ?! This is all wrong! Shit!<br />The sound of the door slamming from the apartment from the pine rooms came to me and I shuddered. I was frightened by the thought that he would come back here again and that I would behave strangely again. But thank God it was the door from the apartment and I was alone.<br />Looking around, I did not notice any global changes. This was still my designer bedroom in my apartment. Perhaps there were some changes, but I did not notice them.<br />It was difficult to find any small changes after I saw in the reflection in the large mirror of the bedroom closet this ... I literally froze when I looked in the mirror and could not believe my eyes.<br />A naked sultry dark-skinned Latina with a great figure and excellent round tits with protruding nipples looked at me. Her perfect round ass stood out neatly, but wasn't huge. Her hair was pulled back in a shaggy bun and she looked at me in surprise.<br />It was still difficult to realize that it was my reflection. It&#8217;s strange to realize that I didn&#8217;t even feel aroused, although this is my favorite type of women ... I only felt the coolness between my legs from emptiness and the weight of my chest. She pulled her hand to her pretty face and spoke with her plump lips<br />- Dios m&#237;o ... oh<br />I felt like something scratched my delicate skin and squeaked in that stupid high-pitched voice! Unconsciously, I stretched my hand forward and spread my fingers apart, staring at the long pink nails.<br />- Oh no, no, no! Todo esto es una tonter&#237;a! (Oh no, no, no! This is all nonsense!) Damn ... English! English! I have to speak English.<br />Finally realizing that all this is damn real and cannot be a dream or a prank, I began to look for an explanation.<br />Yes. My phone was still there. Still a gold-colored iPhone of the latest model.<br />The phone unlocked from my face ID and I didn't even have time to be surprised, because I stared at the background image on the screen. He was wearing exactly this girl in whose body I was now and kissing this guy, who, thank God, left my apartment. Looking at this photo, I immediately remembered that kiss and grimaced, making a displeased face, as if trying to spit it out ... And why the hell did I not kick him out right away? ... It's strange that I just now thought about it.<br />But to hell with all these thoughts. I need to do something and figure it out. <br /><br />Part 2:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/The-day-I-woke-up-like-Interactive-Part-2-891183171">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br />Part 3.2:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/The-day-I-woke-up-like-Interactive-Part-3-2-891288212">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br /><br />If you like my stories and want to see others or sequels, then you can support me (also there you can find more stories):&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>