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When Mark found the medallion in the ruins of an old monastery he didn't even think that this relic from the past can turn his life upside down so abruptly. Being a single bachelor Mark spent most of his free time traveling and searching for historical sites, mainly in his native land of England, because he didn't have enough money to travel further away. His mother left him when she gave birth to him, so his father did his best to raise his son, but unfortunately he couldn't provide good financial situation. Mark didn't really mind about it and even got used to his work in the secondhand store of Bhis father's best friend, where he worked from his teenager years.
Archeology was mostly his hobby that he tried to mix with his daily job. So, after he found a strange medallion in the ruins, his first thought was to sell it. However, he didn't know that that ancient magical artifact had much more powerful powers then any old coins or jewelry that could have been made of gold.
In the next morning, Mark, as usual, sorted the new clothes received from other countries when he heard the phone ringing from his bag that was lying nearby. His hand automatically reached to the bag for the phone, and when his fingers touched the cold surface of the medallion, he suddenly felt unexplainable two slight waves passing through him - one from the medallion and another from clothes that he held in the other hand. But he didn't pay any attention and answered his phone, not noticing that his body changed during a second.
"Marhaba, 'ana 'astamie 'iilayk" (Hello, I'm listening to you) answered Mark without thinking but heard only beeps on the phone. "Albarid almuzeij maratan 'ukhraa ..." (Spam again...) whispered he still listening to the tone on the phone. However, something strange touched his hand, which was holding the phone to his ear - long black hair was touching Mark's hand and shoulder. His elbow pressed something soft and elastic, which was located on the chest level and felt it with his own skin through the shirt. Mark looked at his now small and delicate hands with changed color skin tone to brown, but couldn't believe his own eyes until he felt his now woman breasts under his clothes which now were quite baggy, but in the chest area his huge tits were very tight.
"Allah!" (God!) gasped shocked Mark when he looked down and saw big and bouncy breasts hanging from his chest. His hand was shaking so that he dropped his phone to the floor and grabbed his hair with his shaking hand. "'Iinah ghayr mumkinin..." (It's not possible...) whispered Mark under his nose. The sound of his now sweet and attractive voice sent the shiver down his spine. At this moment he heard from behind him a gasp of his colleague Jenny, who froze at her place with her mouth wide open looking at strange brown skinned woman that was standing there wearing a baggy jeans and oversized T-Shirt.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" asked Jenny, who wasn't type of woman that is afraid easily, and walked closer.
"Jini, hadha 'ana, Mark" (Jenny, it is me, Mark) tried to explain Mark in Arabic, which was the only language that he knew, thanks to the medallion's power that when Mark transformed into the woman who wore the clothing that he touched, he also exchanged all basic knowledge and skills with this woman. Apparently, this woman spoke Arabic.
"Are you one more Arab refugee to here?" asked Jenny quietly when she arrived at Mark, still being in disbelief to her own eyes. "When did Gordon invited you here? And why are you dressed like that? Isn’t it common for you Arab women to wear women clothes?"
"Janna!" (Jenny) exclaimed finally Mark not understanding what the hell was going on and what Jenny was talking about. All her words seemed to him some kind of incomprehensible and nonsense. However, he understood word 'Gordon', the name of his father's best friend and the owner of the secondhand store.
"What?!" yelled Jenny at Mark. "Do you understand English?! Speak to me in English or I will call police on you, I am warning you, girl!"she took her phone and pressed number 9, but paused. "Wait a second. You said my name, but you didn't see me before. How do you know my name?!" she asked suspiciously.
