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He woke up on cold ground. The air was sharp, thick with dust and the smell of sweat. Alex shot upright, but immediately felt a strange heaviness—his arms, his legs, even his chest felt different, not like his own. Looking around, he realized he wasn’t in his room. There were no familiar things, no Max, no usual surroundings. Instead, before him stretched a dusty alley with clay houses, narrow windows, and dirty streets.
He raised his hand, noticing thin, delicate fingers, smudged with dirt. Looking down, he saw a thin, almost naked body and...
– "Boobs?!" – he shouted in shock, his new high-pitched voice echoing down the alley. The sensation was, to say the least, strange—rough cloth barely covered his new parts, smooth skin peeked through the holes in the fabric, his chest... slightly exposed and so out of place, while under the torn clothing was a weak, skinny figure.
'What the hell...' he thought, frantically looking around, hoping it was just a nightmare or some joke that would stop any second. But nothing changed. Everything looked far too real—sharp smells, dirt, raspy voices in the distance.
Alex stood up, wobbling. His new, unusually thin legs barely held him. Dirt had gathered under his nails, and sweat trickled down his legs as though his body was struggling to adapt to the unbearable heat.
– "Hey, you, wench! Are you one of the freed?!" – A rough voice called out from behind, making Alex flinch and freeze in place. He turned around and saw a tall man with a weathered face, wearing dusty leather clothes, with a whip hanging from his belt. The man’s expression was full of scorn and mockery. His eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a predator spotting its prey.
– "Freed... What are you talking about?" – Alex mumbled, barely hearing himself. He was already guessing that this place looked like one of the cities Daenerys had freed—probably Meereen. But how was this even possible?!
The man stepped closer, his heavy boots thudding on the dusty ground.
– "I’m asking you, slave. Are you deaf?!" – his voice grew harsher. Alex looked around frantically, but all he saw were dark walls of the narrow alley and dirt underfoot. No way out, no one to help.
– "I... I don’t know," – Alex tried to speak, his voice trembling, everything happening too fast. The man snorted, stepping even closer, almost standing right in front of him.