"Where are we going? This is not the way. Hey, can you hear me?"<br />The driver did not react to my voice in any way. He pretended not to hear me.<br />"I'm talking to you! We're going in the opposite direction! Hey!" I tried to grab his shoulder, but he quickly removed my hand and looked displeased at me and at my open neckline.<br />To admit, I myself was uncomfortable in this body with these huge boobs. But I understood that it was only for one evening. My plan was to return my normal body to me in an hour. I could do it now, but the Zulu Medallion was at my place.<br />I don't remember exactly how long ago I found this medal. Maybe 5 or 6 months ago. During this time, I have already passed the first stage of shock and studied all its properties. The medallion allowed you to change your body when you touch it and at the same time touch someone's thing.<br />I confess that I used the medallion for various selfish and not only purposes. Pretending to be another person in order to get what you want turned out to be not so difficult. This medallion opened just endless possibilities and I tried to use its power wisely.<br />During this time, I have already been able to deceive and get a lot of money from people I do not know in various ways. Of course, I tried to think through everything to the smallest detail and it almost always worked perfectly.<br />I didn't like using female bodies. Although I had a certain interest and I was curious to know what it was like to be a woman. But after the first use, I realized that there is nothing interesting about it. I especially did not like to use the body of this busty beauty, whose clothes I, like all other things, found in a second-hand store. I've only used it a few times. I didn't like the feeling of a huge bust, which constantly shakes and hurts during these movements. And all these male looks ... brr ... I always feel sick from this ... However, sometimes it was just necessary.<br />"I say where are you ..." I continued to speak to the taxi driver, but he interrupted me as if I hadn&#8217;t said anything<br />"Hanba ti, Zlata! Miloslav bol tak&#253; smutn&#253;!" (Shame on you, Zlata! Miloslav was so sad!)<br />I did not understand at all what this man was saying. This language resembled Russian. In any case, I did not understand what he was talking about. But I understood what he was saying to me and thought that I should understand. The thought that he knew the girl in whose body I was now did not even occur to me. I thought he wanted to kidnap me and, covering my neckline, yelled<br />"I don't understand you! Let me out!"<br />The taxi driver drove the car just as easily, but I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he gripped the steering wheel harder. While I was trying to get out of the car, feeling my chest rattling, he said with a strong accent<br />"Zlata. Your husband is waiting for you. I'm taking you to him."<br /><br />...<br /><br />Part 2:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/57174979">www.patreon.com/posts/57174979</a><br />Part 3:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/57174979">www.patreon.com/posts/57174979</a><br />Part 4:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/57174979">www.patreon.com/posts/57174979</a><br />Part 5:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/57174979">www.patreon.com/posts/57174979</a><br />Part 6:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/57174979">www.patreon.com/posts/57174979</a><br /><br /><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>