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... everything around was transformed and his clothes gradually changed. Pants and a jacket were combined in the process of transformation, resembling at first an ordinary dress. Long hair flowed like the wind gradually became darker, while Taylor's entire body at the same time changed drastically. All the skin was already smooth and without a single hair and became golden in color. Two hills began to grow in the chest area and his cock was compressed

Taylor felt like Sailor Moon was in the process of being transformed, and there was nothing he could do. Everything happened by itself while Taylor could only watch as the office of his huge company was transformed into some kind of small room.

Finally, when it was all over and Taylor regained control of his body, his gaze was surprised and rather viciously surveying the room in which Taylor suddenly found himself. He was looking for the old woman who did this to him, naively believing that everything is some kind of hallucination.

- Que demonios? (What the fuck?)

An unfamiliar voice in an unfamiliar language suddenly came out of Taylor's mouth. He understood that he was talking, but even to himself he sounded like a stranger, or rather, like some kind of Latin American woman.

Deciding to check out the strange weight in his chest area, Taylor slowly lowered his head down so that his gaze was now focused on his new large cleavage, feeling the strange touch of long hair against his bare neck.

- Ay dios mio! ¡Esto es imposible! (Oh my god! It's impossible!)

Squeezing his large soft breasts with his hands, Taylor was dumbfounded by the new sensations and the impossibility of the situation. In his head, the script had no idea what was happening to him and, most importantly, where he was.

Taylor was pulled out of his initial state of shock by a phone message. An uncovered female pink phone lay nearby on a small small bedside table next to the bed and made the sounds of incoming messages. And at that moment, Taylor came to his senses and decided to look around.

It was a small bedroom with cheap furniture and one window. Now Taylor was alone in the room and looking at the reflection on the large mirror realized that the Latin woman in the reflection in the mirror was him...