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As soon as the brunette had closed the door Mark examined himself and only more an more furious seeing who was he now. A skinny body, long brown hair and fucking pussy not even close to real manly parts.

"Shit..." he whispered as he stroked his female body with a hand. His head was spinning from thoughts and his view was blurry from these moments. "I must call police" he told to himself and stood up trying to not fall down with these high-heeled boots. "Ohhh... Fuck meeee, uhhh" he mumbled under his breath walking in these high-heel shoes to table near mirror and picking up a phone laying on it.

"Shit..." he repeated seeing himself in the mirror. It was not him - this girl looked like a small weak woman who he has never seen in his life. Mark lifted phone, but couldn't unlock it, because password screen appeared. "Great..." he thought to himself seeing the four fields with empty space and absolutely no clues on screen.
Than he moved his gaze again to mirror. This skinny girl still stood there in those long black boots, fully naked and repeated all his movements with perfect precision like it's was his real reflection in the mirror. In his mind still didn't accept that he has body of a weak women and simply refused to admit that this skinny chick was really him. "This just hallucinations, uh-huh... Is that crazy alcohol drugs!" thought Mark in himself. "But if that true... This is worst nightmare. I must dressed myself and go back to my apartment, now" he whispered looking for clothes on floor and lifting top with palms.

"Uggh... dress... dreeeess..." repeated Mark examining slowly this piece of clothes, not believing that he really planning to wear that. But it was only one clothes except boots in this room, which is exactly suited his current body. With hesitation Mark slowly put his arms in holes of the top, using it like jacket because this dress has no sleeves. His long hair was pinned down by this dress and he had to lift them with one hand.

"Damn it..." Mark groaned and lifted his thin hair, putting it behind his back. "How to tie it? Don't have a... Ohhh" he said feeling his hair. He never tied it before, not even a ponytail, but now his hand immediately went for elastic band without his even conscious control. Clipping his hair on his back, he again stared at this skinny girl in the mirror. He quickly took the black small box with makeup products and started applying it with ease and skill to his thin delicate face.

After Mark made his eyelashes more elongated by a bit, lips bright with dark red lipstick and applied shadows to his eyelids, he finally breathed a sigh of relief "Ughhh... Thank, god" he said aloud seeing in mirror. Now he looked like typical hooker and only now that he just did his makeup with ease, although he had never even touched any makeup tools before in his life, but not have a many time to think about it, his face got serious and he hit the floor with his right boot angrily like a girl who can't cope with something.