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"Pricey?" Sam felt his blood started boiling. "Pricey?" he asked louder this time. "You think I care about price? I told you already, I am very rich man. Don't worry, I'll pay more if I need to."

"But... Ma'am! I don't know what drugs you take, but this is impossible," blonde receptionist said again, her big blue eyes becoming wider. "Please calm down, Ugh! security! We need security!" she pressed a button near the computer and two security guards immediately leaded Samantha towards exit, while she protested, trying to get free. But security guard ignored her, throwing outside.

"Jesus!" Sam cursed loudly after they pushed her to the parking. 'Samantha' looked around. It was already dark and raining heavily. She stood under small roof over parking, trying to figure what to do next. Going inside once again wasn't really an option, and she didn't have anything with her except for some money in her pocket. 'Samantha' cursed again under nose, rain quickly getting into her top and getting her all wet.

Sam was cold and had no idea what to do. "Ok, fine, fuck it" she decided finally, throwing money she had back into pocket of her wet jeans and deciding to head home. "But... shit" she remembered that she didn't know address or the route. "Fuck fuck fuck..."

Fortunately, car she arrived in was right next to her. "Great" she whispered quietly and rushed to it. 'Samantha' felt awkward being in woman's body, with long wet hair and a heavy tits bouncing on her chest. It was the weirdest feeling ever. During her way 'Samantha' sat quiet, her thoughts racing a million miles per hour.

After a long ride car stopped in the front of the garage with "Carters" written on top of it. Building was rather old, with 20s style. But light was on and Sam could see David inside, working. 'Shit...' Sam cursed to her- or self, opening a car door with shaking hand and slowly getting outside.

"What?! Where have you been, Sammy?" the fat mechanic David Carter shouted looking at him/her from his working bench. "Why the hell are you run away in the middle of the job?! Huh?" David asked with low deep voice and Sam immediately wanted to punch him in the face with his tiny fist, cursing the situation she found herself in again. "And And why in hell are your soaked with wet like a stray puppy?"

"Shut the fuck up, idiot! And don't call me Sammy!" she said, shouting at fat mechanic. Her voice was shaking with anger, while she took a step towards David, with fists clenched tight. "Where is bathroom here, dick face?"

David only laughed bitterly at her/him and threw a wet rag towards Sam's face: "Nice way to talk, Sammy! Bathroom is downstairs, idiot, as always! Or have u forgotten where ur bedroom is?! Huh, princess?!" he laughed bitterly once again and turned away. "Now u stay here as long as u are pregnant with our child! U hear me?! I don't allow u to disappear again!! Got that???!!" David shouted, still not looking at 'Sammy'. "Make dinner for us!!!"

Sam clenched fist, gritting teeth tight. 'Fuck you dick head' she decided to better shut up this time, walking down stairs into dark and smelly room. The room was small and looked like an old basement.

"Shit! What the fuck?" Sam cursed again, trying to turn on the lights, as a mouse rushed beside her leg and climbed onto a old ragged sofa. Finally, he managed to turn lights on and look around: "What a shithole..."

She walked inside bathroom and tried to close door, but it was broken, the wood almost fell off. After that Sam took his wet clothes off except panties and purple bra. "Holy shit!" Sam whispered, seeing her reflection in mirror. It was still weird seeing his own face, but with big boobs and sexy body.

"It's crazy..." Sam said quietly looking at herself with awfully shaking hands and turning tap to make herself a cold water.

"MOM! MOM!!" a small boy ran on Sam's feet as she stepped in living room. "MOMMM!!! I missed youuuuu!" the child hugged Sammy's leg as she walked inside. A little guy couldn't stop smiling. "Mom!" the kid, who's hair color resembled his 'father's', jumped up trying to get on woman's arm. Woman got really confused and surprised seeing the child.

"Get off me..." Sam said awkwardly, slowly backing off to sofa. "Stop touching me! I'm not your... mother..." she spoke slowely, getting really freaked out. "No fucking way..."

"Mom, I'm gonna tell daddy u said 'fuck'" little guy giggled, holding tightly on Sammy's arm, trying to climb it up. "He said he'll punish u!"