Hear how the taxi was already leaving behind him and Jake Donovan thought to himself with difficulty balancing on high heels as he barely made it to the front gate.
"Damn...why the fuck did the taxi driver leave so quickly. Looks like this is the wrong house."
Jake, as an experienced 38-year-old businessman, was not the first time to use "BodyPort" and it was always a successful experience. This technology made it possible to exchange the consciousness of people at a distance, well, to put it simply, it was a regular exchange of bodies.
But today everything went wrong. Jake was supposed to meet with one of his main suppliers one on one without unnecessary witnesses. And of course, this time “BodyPort” came in handy more than ever. Unfortunately, "BodyPort" was wrong when they said that there was a male donor for Jake. More accurately, it was a bureaucratic mistake. Stephanie, who was in a hurry to fill out the form, got confused and checked the wrong box, marking her gender as “male” and ended up in the system as Stefan.
Such an old, skeletal racist and a believer in traditional values as Jake was in shock when he opened his eyes and felt for the first time in his life an unusual new weight in the chest area and saw his dark skin and woman's tits under a dress that tightly fitted his body. His hands, unusually skinny and with long nails, at that moment grabbed his tits, which made him feel uneasy for some time.
It was already too late to change. Jake decided that he would deal with “these idiots” later and would definitely sue them or do something worse. Now it was imperative to meet his partner. Taking the documents with him and swearing that he had to walk in heels, feeling his new boobs dangling, Jake got into the taxi provided by “BodyPort” and indicated the meeting address.
Jake didn't immediately realize that something was definitely wrong when he got out of the taxi. It was his first time in this city and he did not know that the taxi driver had brought him to a completely different address. And it became obvious when he saw through the gate that there was some kind of party here.
"Damn...why the fuck did the taxi driver leave so quickly. Looks like this is the wrong house."
Leaning on the fence, Jake only had time to think when he saw in front of him the headlights of an approaching car and a loud male bass voice from a car.
- Oh, here comes my "runaway slut"