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Part 1
Mike walked down the hallway, feeling the skirt cling to his legs, but tried to ignore it. He tugged at the collar of the blouse, feeling the fabric stretch tightly across his chest — massive, unbearably heavy, and with every step, that chest jiggled, almost as if it had a life of its own. "Damn it!" he thought, as one of the bra straps painfully dug into his shoulder.
He caught the looks from his colleagues — they tried to stay in character, pretending that it really was Tiffany in front of them. They feared him, knowing that this charade would end tomorrow, but they couldn't help the faint, almost imperceptible smirks in their eyes. ‘What are you grinning at?’ Mike wanted to snap, but held back. ‘Once I’m in charge, I’ll fire all of you.’
"Tiffany, you look great today!" a voice called from behind. Mike gritted his teeth, not turning around. ‘Go to hell,’ he nearly shouted.
He was about to speed up when the sound of heels clicking caught up to him. Sarah approached, smiling so warmly that Mike immediately felt suspicious. He recognized her face — she worked in marketing or something nearby, but now she was clearly someone else. He deliberately glanced at her badge: "Kelly Benson, Assistant Director of HR."
"Uh… Tiffany," she said tentatively, but then added, “Are you okay?” Sarah, now “Kelly,” stopped beside him, tilting her head and smiling kindly. Her voice was soft, almost concerned, but Mike sensed the hidden subtext.
‘Okay?’ echoed in his mind. Of course, everything was okay — ‘being stuck in this dumb body, feeling the weight of these boobs bounce with every step, the bra strap digging painfully into my shoulder, and the thong wedged in my ass while trying not to trip over these stupid heels!’
Mike looked at “Kelly,” not bothering to hide his irritation. He knew full well that Sarah, now in Kelly Benson’s body, was trying to suck up to him, even though they were all forced to play by the rules of this ridiculous body swap. Sarcasm bubbled up in his throat — the situation was too absurd to resist.
“Oh yeah, everything’s just peachy,” he said snarkily, though Tiffany’s soft, high-pitched voice couldn’t convey his anger. “A little more makeup and the day will be saved.” And sure enough, Sarah seemed to take his sarcasm at face value, as if she’d been waiting for it.
She looked at him more closely for a moment, her expression briefly surprised, but then a broad smile spread across her face.
"Well, that’s easy to fix!" she said way too cheerfully, as if she hadn’t caught the sarcasm at all. "Let me help you freshen up your makeup. We’ve got that meeting with Mr. Bennett, after all. You need to look perfect."
Mike felt the rage boiling inside him. Makeup? Seriously? He hadn’t planned on doing any of that — he just wanted to take a break, make it to the restroom, and then return to his “desk.” And now this girl was taking his sarcasm seriously. The whole thing was painfully absurd, and he rolled his eyes, barely holding back an irritated laugh.
"Oh yeah, right. Mr. Bennett! How could I possibly show up without perfectly painted lips and lashes? I just wouldn’t be able to impress Mr. Bennett," he shot back sarcastically, trying to give his words the sharpness they deserved. But Tiffany’s sweet, high-pitched voice once again ruined it, making his sarcasm sound almost friendly.
Sarah froze for a second, as if trying to figure out whether "Tiffany" was serious, but quickly recovered, her smile widening.
"Of course, you know how important appearances are for these kinds of meetings. Come on, let me help you. It’ll only take a couple of minutes," she said, turning and nodding toward the ladies' room, clearly expecting Mike to go along with her offer.
Mike looked at her silently, then at the cameras that were recording everything, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his "future employees" exchanging glances and whispers.
"Fine," he muttered through clenched teeth, trying to stay calm, but in Tiffany’s voice, it came out so soft and submissive that he almost ground his teeth in frustration. "Let’s just get to the damn ladies’ room."
Part 3