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It was warm here, yet it was summer outside, however, due to the fact that it was evening, I felt a cool breeze blowing around my body almost to the head. At that moment, I wished there were other clothes! I should have at least put on a robe or something like that. But... but I had to run away and I took what was at hand. I could hardly stand on uncomfortable shoes with high heels and I myself began to understand even more the absurdity and absurdity of the whole situation, leaning on the house so as not to fall

The noise of the city was no different from the noise of any big city, except that I was in a foreign country. I was in Russia! It was already obvious and I could hardly believe that I now speak Russian perfectly. I was distracted by the whistle of a group of men passing by. They were obviously whistling at me, and I didn't immediately understand why. The habitual thoughts that I was a man were still a major part of me, and only a moment later I realized that they obviously had a reason to whistle. My appearance... my body... I obviously looked like some kind of sexy and depraved whore. For the first time in my life, I felt uneasy and tried to cover my new body parts, feeling with my hands the soft flesh of my chest pressed against me due to the fact that I squeezed hard, trying to hide it. But, as if only attracted more attention.

I came across a promotional booklet that was lying here next to me. Taking it and trying to pretend that I was not interested in dating, I opened it and by some miracle immediately saw this photo. The woman was sitting in a sexy position. She had hoop earrings in her ears, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her huge ass, the weight of which I suddenly felt even more, seemed to fill the entire space of the photo, and her gaze was directed somewhere to the side. I recognized her right away! It... it was her... or rather me!

I realized that this was a photo and that the photo was of a woman whose body I was occupying, but I still could not believe it. It seemed she was really looking at me, then behind me from this photo, and deciding for some reason to check, I turned my head.

- Damn it!

Suddenly before my eyes I saw a face. This face looked at me discontentedly and wetly, and I did not immediately recognize in him the mistress of the brothel, who followed me out, and for some reason I did not even notice her approach.