After closing in the bathroom and checking that the door was tightly closed, I took a deep breath and slowly glanced along the unfamiliar walls, settling on the mirror. Outside the door, two voices could be clearly distinguished, one of which belonged to a grown man and the other to a little girl.

- Daddy, is mom all right?

- Shhh ... sweet, we agreed ...

I did not hear what they whispered about, but I guessed that they were discussing again my ... or rather, the strange behavior of their mother. In the meantime, I tried to abstract myself and silently looked at my reflection ... It was not easy to admit this fact, but what I saw in the reflection was me and all that was left of me was my facial features with makeup. Although not even him, you could notice small wrinkles that I did not have before

And yet this is a very dumb situation. I could no longer try to tell the truth, which now sounded like complete delirium from my lips ... But I had to think it over. After taking a couple of steps and hearing the heels of my shoes clink from the tiles in the bathroom, I slowly sat down on the closed toilet seat.

I didn't want to do anything or think. I just wish it was just a dream ... just someone's stupid joke. But even just sitting down, I felt this unusual and unnatural weight swinging in the area of ​​my chest.

How is this possible? Why did this happen? It was all a mystery. A few hours ago, I was an ordinary student of a theater university, who, for the sake of amateur photography and, of course, a joke, decided to dress up as a primary school teacher. It was a kind of term paper of our theatrical university. We wanted to shock the audience with a performance so that girls play male roles and guys play female roles.

Everyone laughed and had fun when they tried on new looks, and our make-up artists are also students, they were pleased to test their skills on us.

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