Mature Content
- Did you come here with your wife?
- Yes, does it matter?
- Certainly. We need her passport and we will give you two key cards for the room
It was strange to realize that I absolutely did not understand what this stranger at the hotel reception was saying, even though he certainly spoke English.
- Farida, give me your documents
In fright, I looked at this man and for several seconds just said nothing with an open mouth. Everything has been happening too fast and strange since the moment I was here a minute ago. For the first time I heard a speech that I understood, although the language was definitely not familiar to me and seemed a stranger
- Who am I?
- Faster, woman!
Still not moving away from the shock and sensation, I already caught a new strange effect listening to my voice and the sound of the language unknown to me. But I didn’t have time to realize it all and think it over, because from his cry I returned to reality again. I really didn’t like the way he looked at me at that moment and the fact that he raised his voice. However, I realized that documents were needed and, apparently, they could only be in this purse.
In a confusion, I opened my purse and started looking for documents, feeling discomfort from long nails, but still I found something that looked like a passport. Taking out my foreign Turkish passport with trembling hands, I opened it on the first page and almost fainted when I saw my man's face in the photograph, only I was wearing a scarf and wearing makeup. Next to the photo was the name of Farida Demir of the same year of birth as me and of course in the column "gender - female"
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A few minutes ago I was at a psychologist's session and told him about my experiences. In particular, I was greatly disturbed by my fantasies that sometimes I imagine myself as a woman.
- Yes ... and most importantly in these fantasies, in almost all, a man loses not only his masculinity, but also his social status and gets a bad situation
- Hmm .. interesting, for example?
- For example, he changes his race and becomes the obedient wife of some Arab husband of a tyrant
After listening to me at that moment, he told about his method of solving my problems and experiences, which seemed strange to me, but I still did not argue with a specialist.
It was like hypnosis, but it was not, according to him. He moved his hands left and right, and I had to follow these movements. This went on for several minutes until he snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself here in the lobby of this hotel.