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Despite the surprise and shock, Valentin was able to recognize in the reflection that the woman in the car window was a copy of the woman he had sent in the letter. 'It's a joke, right? A prank? No, no, it can't be, there must be some explanation!' he tried to explain everything to himself, while slowly touching his face and feeling his soft, smooth skin, while strange new soft breasts were touching his elbows. 'Shit, I have boobs!!! FUCKING HEAVY BOOBS!' his mind was full of thoughts and fears, which didn't let him think straight. However, the thought that this was somehow connected with that letter was very strong, and he decided to go back to his office, where the original letter was waiting.

"Goddamn... stupid! HEELS and this stupid BODY, fucking, I can't even walk!" he cursed, trying to run back to the office, but it looks more like a drunken woman's wobble, or a child's first steps. His pitched voice echoed through the parking lot, attracting attention of the few people who were nearby. They stared at the too slutty, curvy and busty blonde woman who was desperately trying to walk, screaming and cursing all the way, as if she was drunk. "Hey, stop staring at me, damnit! Go fuck yourself, idiots!" he shouted, making them laugh, while he kept trying to balance and walking forward.

When he finally reached the main entrance to the business center and walked towards the security check, the guard stopped him.

"Excuse me, miss, where are you going? What do you want here?" the guard asked, looking at his body from head to toe, while smiling perversely.

"I want to enter my office, of course! Now, move!" he ordered, in his new, high-pitched voice.

"Oh, yeah? And who are you? Huh?" the guard asked, with a provocative smile.

"I'm Valentin, Mr. Valentin Smirnov!"

"Ha, ha, ha, and I'm the President of the United States, of course!" the guard answered, and burst out laughing. "Look, if you want to go there, show me your ID card, or get the hell out of here, slut!"

"I'm not a SLUT, you asshole, I'm a man!" he tried to yell at the guard, but it sounded more like a hysterical scream, as his voice was too high, and his body was shaking a little.

"Oh, sure, baby, I believe you, you're a real man!" the guard answered mockingly, and added: "Now, move aside, bitch, or I'll call the cops, I don't have time to waste with you!" He grabbed the blonde's arm, pulling him towards the exit, while Valentin clumsy moved his legs, trying not to fall, cursing and swearing at the guard, who ignored him.

"Stop it, bitch! Go away, now, before I call the cops for prostitution! Go sell your body somewhere else!" the guard ordered, and then pushed the blonde's back, sending her staggering away.

"Bitch? Prostitution? Hey, wait! You can't do that!" he shouted angrily, and then added: "You're fired, asshole, and you will regret it!"

"Sure, princess, you're so scary," the guard replied sarcastically, and laughed. "Now, go away, bitch!" and goes back to work.