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"Are you kidding me?!" shouted busty middle aged woman, who had been standing near the desk and staring at receptionist girl. "What do you mean 'It's impossible'?! It's impossible for me to stay in this life! I swear, I'll make your lives a living hell until you fix this shit!"

"Ma'am, please calm down," said receptionist girl. She was a very pretty 19-year-old blonde, with a pouting red mouth, blonde curls, big tits and a cute face. "I will look into your case again and we will call you as soon as we find a solution."

"No, you will find the solution now!" she yelled, her voice sounding more high-pitched than usual. "You have five minutes! Now!"

"Oh... Ok, I'll check again... but..."

Samantha Carter usually didn't speak like that, especially in front of people she didn't know. She was a polite, soft-spoken woman, who liked to be nice and polite. She always tried to help everyone and do good things. May be that was the reason why she married that fat bastard, David Carter, 14 years ago, when she was only 18.

They had two children, both of them boys. Her older son was already 13 and her younger was only 5. She worked part-time as a secretary in her husband's garage. What she couldn’t deny herself was being attracted to men, even if she was married. She had cheated on David a couple of times, with different men. It wasn't like she enjoyed cheating, it just happened. She didn't know what caused it, but it felt like she had no control over it. So now from tie to time her former lovers could catch her, when she was walking on the street or shopping, and start to hit on her. So, in general, her life was pretty ordinary, except for one thing — she was actually a 32 year old single guy, named Sam, who lived on his own in the center of town, having a lot of sex with various women and enjoying his freedom, thanks to his rich parents.

He just tired of it and decided to try something new, something that would be fun. He heard about agency 'Change of Heart' that promised to make any dream come true. They promised to fulfill any fantasy, so when Sam came to them and said: "Give me whatever life is the complete opposite of mine!", agency's employee looked at him a little confused and asked for some specifics. But Sam just shrugged and said: "Give me whatever, surprise me! I'm a rich bastard anyway. And also, make it as long as possible."

They agreed on price and Sam signed some documents, going into some sort of capsule and falling asleep. When he opened his eyes, he was sitting in a chair in a very small and very messy room, with papers and empty food packages all over the floor. He was wearing a blue jeans and a pink tank top which said "Daddy's Princess" on it. Unconfortable purple bra was peeking from underneath the top, and he felt his hair was a lot longer.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled, his voice sounding a lot higher than usual. He got up and rushed to the mirror hanging on the wall, only to see a reflection of a woman in her early 30s, who was identical to Sam, if he put some makeup on and dressed up as a girl. His hands were small and delicate, with perfectly manicured nails. His breasts were large and heavy, sticking out and bouncing as he moved.

He rushed to the door and ran out of the room, straight to the workshop, where a middle-aged man, with a beer belly and a cigarette was talking to some customers and while Sam ran to exit, he heard "Sammy, where the hell are you going?!" from behind him. But Sam was determined to get out of there, cursing loudly in his high pitched voice his new boobs bouncing with every step. With great difficulty, but still he was able to get to the agecy, only to hear from the receptionist that they can't change anything.

"Well, ok, I did it again... but as i said before, you have never contacted us before this, so I don't understand your problem," she said with a fake smile, looking at Sam through her fake eyelashes. "We are not responsible for the fact that you're unhappy with your life. But if you want to 'change your heart' once again, we'd be happy to help. Just come here when you're ready."

"What?" Sam was confused. "But you already... ok... just listen... I was just wrong, okay. I should have said what I wanted, and not... in general, I'm sorry, okay, I didn't mean to shout at you. I'm very very rich guy and you shouldn't have had any problems with my money, ok? I'll pay the double... even triple if I need to."

"Sorry, ma'am." she giggled nervously, looking at Sam's boobs. "You're a bit... confused... It's completely impossible what you say. Thing is... we never changed anybody's identity like you were talking about. It's just simply impossible! Sorry... I'm really sorry to be rude, ma'am! But you're just... delusional... a bit... if you need psychological help, I'd suggest you see our therapist... but I warn you that..." she looked at Sam again and added, "It's a bit... pricey..."