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 />The results of polls for 4 parts in the comments.&nbsp;<span><span>According to your vote, you have chosen the continuation of the story <img src="https://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="390" title="=) (Smile)"/> Therefore, the character finds a magic spell, uses it and changes reality ...</span></span><span> </span><br /><br />Polls for Part 5 (You can vote for several options at once if in doubt):&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1or9Gl5YUd3m65f9nEeikgDGsj1r-hbZiTSsn7s3IAJw">docs.google.com/forms/d/1or9Gl&hellip;</a><br /><br />...<br /><br />... I froze and stared at how the phone fell with a clang and hit the tile floor. For several seconds I stood looking at the phone and was afraid to move.<br />Trying to concentrate, I realized that I was not in control ... Everything I did for the last few hours seemed logical to me, but it was wrong!<br />In the mirror, I again saw the result of my activities over the past hours. Through the transparent top, I could easily see these boobs, which, with a strange weight, still continued to hang from my chest. I couldn't believe that I did this makeup myself, chose these clothes myself and just posted a selfie on Instagram like some dumb insta chick!<br />I was in my apartment and although I realized everything, I continued to behave like a heifer. My life was crumbling before my eyes. Remembering my thoughts, when I was choosing clothes, I tried to understand myself. In those moments it seemed to me that it was important! For some reason, I needed to do makeup, choose sexy clothes and take this photo on Instagram. It was like some kind of imperative desire. I used to have the same desire to spend my rich daddy's money on my own entertainment!<br />Damn it! Exactly. My money! They should be there if this is still my apartment! This is all just some kind of collusion. Or am I just dreaming. Yes. I need to sort things out. I can't go on living like this.<br />I had to bend over and lift the phone off the floor, feeling my breasts pulling my skin down and my nipples touching the fabric of this sheer top. The phone was not damaged and again unlocked from my face.<br />So-so. I need ... What did I want? Damn, those boobs just distracted my attention and I forgot what I wanted. Oh yes! Damn it, how could I forget! Ben will be back soon! He will be hungry! And here is such a mess! I need to clean up and prepare food! Damn damn damn! I have so little time<br />...<br />Dinner was being prepared, and the house was already much cleaner. Standing at the stove and tasting the food that I was cooking, I heard the bell at the front door. Who could it be?<br />I just noticed that before cooking, I took off all my clothes and was only in panties and an apron. For a damn thing, it didn't bother me at that moment. But I thought that the one outside the door should not see the hay and quickly found a suitable tight top. The panties cut uncomfortably into my ass, and the top was too tight on my chest, which still seemed alien to me. Cursing this body and this garment, I went to the door. Opening the front door, I saw that there was no one there, but there was a note on the floor:<br />"Hola chica. How are you living your new life as a lover of a rich asshole like you? Hope you haven't lost your real identity yet and feel humiliated by the fact that you can't do anything with yourself. You probably don 't even remember me! Ha! More You were so drunk and rude, and I was just one of your girls! You are a freak and an asshole! I just want to know that I did it to you! Daddy! With love, Donna "<br />Donna ... Who is this ... Fuck! This is the girl from the club! I remembered! Yesterday she was with me, and then she started talking some nonsense and I silenced her.<br />Smelling the smell of food, I turned my head and dropped the note. What the hell again ?! I'm doing some nonsense instead of looking for a way out! By hitting myself on the head, I tried to focus as much as possible on what I needed.<br />A. What is it there? On the other side of the note, some symbols were imprinted. Having looked carefully, I was able to make out the words in this. It was like some kind of unknown language to me. But I managed to figure it out.<br />There was a spell that vengeful bitch used. She didn't even notice that she had written her message on the back of the spell sheet! It was the decision! Judging by the description, nothing is complicated there, you just need to do everything right ... <br /> <br /><span>...</span><br /><br /><span>Part 3.3:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/The-day-I-woke-up-like-Interactive-Part-3-3-891292927">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br />Part 5:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcbv/art/The-day-I-woke-up-like-Interactive-Part-5-891981420">www.deviantart.com/vfrcbvvfrcb&hellip;</a><br /><br /></span><span>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;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>