At the request of commentators (there were already three such comments under the first story), I decided to try to continue this

There is only one photo of this model on the Internet, so I used various means to achieve the similarity. I hope it turned out well

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... "Hej, le, det är ett foto!" (Hey, smile, it's a photo!) shouted Elisabeta, Stacy's friend, loudly in Swedish, which I somehow perfectly understood and could even talk. Thanks Frank, it seems your stupid spell worked ... It's already been three days since that stupid thing happened. At the beginning I refused to take part in such a sick game, but Frank literally forced me with the promise that as soon as we got back, I would return my body, and all would be well. Even more, he insisted that it was all Stacy's idea! God, this is so stupid! How is this even possible?! I couldn't even imagine that someday I would have a pair of these... soft round tits and a nice curvy ass! Damn! Of course I liked Stacey and I often imagined myself with her but damn it, I've never even thought that I'd get this body! And, even worse, I don't get pleasure from this situation... I knew how it sound, but when I looked into the mirror at Stacy's boobs and butt, I didn't feel anything! It's like I'm looking at myself! Ugh... Just weird... "Varför ta bilder här?!" (Why take a photo here?!) I asked Elisabeta in Swedish, trying not to show how strange it seemed to me. Damn, why did I even go for a walk with her?... She can easily find out that I’m not Stacey and... "För att Stacy bad mig ta ett foto här! Det här är vår plats med henne!" (Because Stacy asked me to take a photo here! This is our place with her!) answered Elisabeta to the question getting angry, and in the next moment she abruptly covered her mouth with her hand. What the hell?! She knows everything too?! Then why the hell am I trying to disguise the fact that I'm not Stacey?! If she knew about this from the very beginning, then why did she force me to go with her to these stupid stores, just to try some clothes or shoes. Ugh, or why did she take me for a walk yesterday forcing me to wear high heels and talks with me about ... boys ... and kisses! Although, the truth that it all had its good moments. I don't know why, and I hope it's because of the spell and it's all temporary, but all this is seemed the norm to me and I really enjoy shopping and fashion, and those stupid high heels which made my buttocks and hips seem better. Even talks about kissing seemed interesting... Although I still have my own thoughts which are completely opposite, that making me feel disgusted. Elisabeta looked at me carefully and fearfully and after a pause she suddenly hugged me and quietly said on english with heavy accent I know you are not her but .. I miss her. Very much. I love Stacy like sister. And now I love you too." and she began to cry, hug me and pressing me closer so hard, that her breasts became squeezed into mine, which felt like... strange. Damn it, I'm in Sweden and hugging with a pretty busty blonde girl, but all I feel is sadness and pity and... strange feelings I can't describe, like it's wrong to hug so close with a girl... Shit, again this stupid feelings of Stacy, or... mine?! Damn! How many days left until the end of the vacation, I'm going crazy here...