"Damn... did I really get into the shit this time...". Bridget's large breasts dangled uncontrollably and pulled Craig's skin down in the same unusual way as he squirmed and tried to stand up, feeling his long hair tickling his back.
Today, just a few minutes ago, Craig was just lying in bed with his girlfriend Sophie, hugging her and getting ready for bed, holding her closer to him and feeling how excited he was, when suddenly, after a while, he was already sitting again in the body of Bridget, who at this while she was preparing for her night shift in the brothel room in front of the mirror and, apparently, she was going to put on this sexy outfit.
The sound of a message arriving on the phone brought Craig back to reality, who quickly grabbed it and unlocked Bridget’s iPhone using Face ID.
“Everything is fine. Don’t be scared. This is my job. Just say that you’re sick and don’t feel well, I have the opportunity to take a day off” - reading an SMS from subscriber “Craig”, he immediately realized that it was Bridget, who quickly figured out what to do now and apparently decided to help Craig, imagining what he could do in her body now if she doesn’t sort everything out. At the same time, she did everything well, Sophie, Craig’s girlfriend didn’t even notice that her boyfriend sent an SMS to an unfamiliar number.
- Fuck... fuck... fuck...
Craig whispered in a still unusually high voice, once again experiencing an attack of slight panic and discomfort from the sensations of Bridget’s heavy breasts and big ass. He hoped that this would all be over by now, but for some reason these random exchanges between him, the college student and the prostitute Bridget became more and more frequent after that accident...