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- Are you kidding me?

After rereading the contract several times, finally raising his head to Brandon, not believing that they thought that he would just sign THIS

- What do you mean Miss Claberg?

- Oh, please stop this circus! You perfectly understand what I mean. What the hell is going on?! Do you really want me to stay in this body after this experiment and think that I am so stupid that I don’t see in this contract that I voluntarily agree to this?!

Brandon was angry. A month has passed since he agreed to participate in this moronic project called "Town" and fulfilled all the conditions of the contract exactly according to all conditions. Hell, he even fucked his boss, although of course he resisted it in the early days, until he was informed that this was one of the conditions of the contract and adaptation in a new role.

Though of course it wasn't all that bad. Before the experiment, Melissa's boyfriend turned out to be a nerd girl Sandra from the university, and it was much easier for Brandon to accept that he still lived with a girl, albeit in a male body.

But even here it was not so clear. It is not known why, but after a while, Brandon began to notice that the feminine face of his boyfriend was becoming more and more brutal and masculine every day with behavior corresponded more and more to that very "stupid jock", even when they were alone, as if Sandra began to like her new strength.

At the same time, Brandon himself at some point noticed that his face had become more feminine. His nose is a little smaller and his lips seem to be a little puffy so that it looks more feminine and sexy, especially with makeup on. At one point, Brandon barely recognized himself as he walked into the office's ladies' room during his lunch break. But still, the main features of his face were preserved, although he did not like all this madly. Scientists assured that everything is fine and the way it should be.

- But Miss Klaberg, you have already signed it and here is just the informational part, just sign that you have read

- I'm not Miss! Stop calling me that! What the hell is going on here? Give me back my body! I'm already tired of all this female shit! Stop fooling around, change me back and give me my money!

- Emmm. Money...?

- What does it mean? What's "ummm"?

- It seems to me that you are confusing something, we do not pay the participants in the experiment who decided to leave new bodies and roles ..

- I will not agree to this!

- Please! Miss... Brandon! I know how it looks, but you actually signed this document! (finally angry and losing patience, the curator said) Didn't you read your contract!? it says in paragraph 5.2.32 that if several participants from the "communication zone" decide to leave their new lives, then we will give them this opportunity, including everyone who enters the "communication zone". Your money will be spent on making you new documents, history and lives! Understand? This is all very expensive, which is why this item was added to the contract.

- What the hell?! I remember that point, but who the hell decides to keep this instead of getting paid? ... no... are you saying that...

- Yes, your boss and your boyfriend decided that it was better for them.

Looking down at the papers and looking at his manicured nails, Brandon closed his eyes, drawing air into his chest. He hoped that this would all be over and that he would never again have to feel the weight of his breasts and wear those stupid secretary robes... But apparently, this is all dragging on a little indefinitely