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Everything seemed to happen automatically until Taylor finally found himself in the office, holding his laptop on his lap and suddenly realized, after the door to the room closed and he had a lunch break, that several hours had passed since he picked up the phone and saw a huge number of SMS from the subscriber "Sweet Pie"
Then, still in shock and trying to figure out what the hell happened to him, Taylor decided to read a few messages. But at that moment, something strange happened and reading messages from "Sweet Pie", which were many sweet words and wishes for a good day at the beginning, and then questions and even threats at the end of the correspondence due to the fact that Taylor did not answer. Then Taylor felt how everything inside him shrinks from fear and, deciding to correct the situation, wrote to this subscriber that he loves him and that everything is fine, unexpectedly for himself.
Then he studied the apartment a little and realizing that, judging by the clothes in the closets, he, or rather this woman, lived here alone, Taylor realized that he urgently needed to leave here. But first of all it was necessary to do makeup and get dressed. It was extremely important and necessary at that moment in Taylor's head. And it didn’t even seem strange to him, but as if familiar.
It wasn't until now, alone and on his lunch break at work, that Taylor suddenly realized that it had all been wrong. He was wearing a tight sexy women's top and a short skirt. The push up bra made his already large, heavy breasts seem even bigger now, and he recalled with horror how the men on his way here and even the local workers stared at him, remembering that in those moments he experienced a strange feeling of pleasure, although now, even the memory of that feeling made Taylor disgusted.
Memories of this day immediately appeared in his head - how he made coffee for the boss, how he felt all these lustful looks on himself and even how he flirted with some employees, spending mainly in the office doing stupid secretary work, copying papers, calling some people and arranging a meeting, trying hard not to speak with an accent, which turned out very badly.
"I have to fix this!" Putting the laptop aside, Taylor abruptly stood up and immediately almost fell due to uncomfortable high heels, in which a few minutes ago he walked perfectly and it seemed to him that these were normal shoes. The stockings were humiliatingly tight around her legs, and the thong cut into her ass so that Taylor immediately wanted to scratch his ass.
"I have to call Mason." Mason's phone number - the best lawyer of Taylor's firm, he remembered by heart thanks to many hits with the police and not only because of his rugged lifestyle, even before he became the owner of a large father corporation.