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"Jen-ny... Jen-ny!" Mark was repeating, trying to pronounce his friend's name as she was. Somehow he realized that now he is not only a woman, but also a foreigner, so he tried hard to remember his English, that was now so different in his mind and was very limited.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" repeated Jenny. Her fingers were hovering over the number 9 on the keypad.
"Mark! Mark!" tried to explain her Mark, pointing at himself. "Ma-ark!"
"Mark?" whispered Jenny in disbelief. She didn't look convinced yet. "Are you trying to say that you are Mark?" she laughed. "Oh, come on. Stop joking. Hey, Mark! Are you hiding somewhere and having fun by teasing me?!" shouted Jenny looking around the room.
"No-o! You see it, Jini!" shouted Mark and showed her the medallion that he took out of his bag. He wasn't sure that it was the reason of his transformation, but it was the only thing that occurred to his mind at that time.
"What is that?" asked Jenny curiously and reached for the medallion, but Mark hid it from her and said. "No, no, no. It bad, bad!" he pointed at the medallion, then at himself "It me. Bad, bad."
"Oh, I don't get it." replied Jenny with confusion, but suddenly her face changed and a little smile appeared on her face. "Wait a second. I'll call someone who speaks your language. Wait a second, girl." and Jenny ran out the door, leaving Mark alone.
When Jenny left the room, Mark didn't know what to do. His mind was filled with questions that were unanswered, but strange heavy feeling in his breasts was attracting his attention. "Oh... these things are so heavy" he thought while seating and squeezing his breasts with his delicate brown hands. It felt so soft and elastic, he never felt something like this before. He can't resist touching them again and squeezed his tits a little stronger, feeling the pleasure from the sensation.
"Hey, girl!" suddenly Mark heard the male voice from the entrance and looked in that direction. There was a tall Arab man standing with Jenny by his side and staring at him with an expression of disbelief. "Are you crazy?! Stop it, for Allah's sake!" yelled the Arab man in Arabic.