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After short awkward and very strange silence between them, 'Jessica' yelled scared, "Hey! Like, what the heck is even going on?! Who...who are you?! And, like, why do you, like, look like me?!" 'She' stood up and her heels were making 'her' lose 'her' balance a little bit, digging deeper into her feet, causing 'her' to wobble cutely while she realizing that 'she' now speaks not at all like usual, but more like the real Jessica - high-pitched and ditsy. "God damnit, Jessica. What the hell are you on about now, girl? I look exactly how I should look, like your fucking boss!" the 'John' barked back furiously, slamming 'his' fists on the desk, so that 'his' glasses went slightly askew. "I want your whore mouth over here right now, or, God dammit, I swear to God, you're gonna be in huge trouble." He spoke this, how usual John Smith talked in his gruff and commanding tone of voice, making 'Jessica' get scared for a moment. However, 'her' cockiness resurfaced when he wasn't speaking. "Uh-uh! I have, like, no idea who the f-fudge you are, mister, but I am, like, John Smith, president of the business!" 'She' was really angry at 'her' own words which were not sounds of John's usual strong voice and sounded really like the usual tone Jessica if she tried speak serious. "I am John Smith and I run this shit, Jessica, God dammit. That's the most absurd load of nonsense I've ever heard in my life... doll." 'John' smirked when the last word came out of 'his' mouth, which real John used on the Jessica if he wanted to tease or compliment her. 'Her' hand still clenched into a fist, but when 'she' heard that word from his lips, 'her' cheeks reddened slightly from the unexpected praise. It was only for a second, as soon 'she' realized that it wasn't right. "Like, seriously? Doll?!" 'Jessica' shouted furiously, taking a deep breath before 'her' massive tits expanded outward, ripping the white shirt open, exposing her big D-cup boobs covered only by black lacy bra. "Okay, like, this is way too much. Get the heck out of here and, like, I'm totally gonna call the cops! Get out, before I dial 911 or something, because, like, this stuff is just ridiculous!" shouted 'Jessica', trying to look angry, but actually blushing from the excitement as John ogles her now-exposed large breasts which bounced heavily whenever 'she' moved or spoke. 'John' narrowed his eyes and straightened his glasses, saying nothing. Instead, 'he' simply turned 'his' face to laptop and started checking the stocks of some businesses, to show 'Jessica' 'that she hadn't really gotten his attention. And only after a few seconds, 'John' finally said calmly and unfazed, "Why are you still standing there then? Get back to your computer and check emails before 9:00 AM and make me a cappuccino with cinnamon."
