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Jacqueline lay back on the couch, her legs still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. She could feel Marie-Claire’s hand tracing delicate circles on her bare stomach, sending shivers up her spine. Her breasts moved with each breath, but she barely noticed it now. It seemed natural, as if if she didn't feel their weight, then it would really be wrong.
Her eyes slowly closed as she lost herself in the moment, feeling safe and loved. For now, this was enough. She is very tired. It's been a long day for her, with a lot of stress, but in Marie-Claire's arms everything is alright, and she finally allows herself to relax and rest, letting the darkness take over her mind.
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When Jacqueline opens her eyes next morning, she's confused for a moment. Everything seems unfamiliar to her and strange. 'Where am I? What is this room?' She wonders while slowly getting up from bed and looking around. Her hair is falling over her face, covering one of her eyes. 'Damn hair! Always in my... stop, hair?!" she gasps with shock and grabs her breasts and starts squeezing them. 'Thank God my boobs are with me! My girls... wait! What girls?' She screams as memories from yesterday suddenly flow into her mind.
"Bonjour, ma chère! How do you feel?" Marie-Claire's voice sounded next to her. Jacqueline's eyes widened as she turned her head. 'Non, non, non! Merde, I didn't dream that. I'm... I'm Jacqueline! This can't be! Non! Putain!' she thought in panic, her breathing quickening.
"I... I..." Jacqueline tried not to show how she feels. But, Marie-Claire noticed that she's freaking out and frowned, "You have nothing to be afraid of, chère. I love you." she smiled and then placed a quick kiss on Jacqueline's cheek, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. "Come on, sweetheart, I made breakfast. You need to eat and get ready for work," she added.
Jacqueline nodded, still in shock. She tried to think logically. 'I should contact my team as soon as possible,' she decided. 'Marie-Claire doesn't understand that I'm not who she thinks I am. This is all just a big misunderstanding. There is no need to involve this girl in this situation. I don't want to make her worry. She's not a part of this. I'll just pretend that I'm fine until my team can help me and get me out of here.'
Jacqueline stood up, smiling a little as her tits swayed lightly from side to side. 'Oh, yeah, right.' she looked around the room for a bra but found nothing. "Honey? Have you seen my bra?" she called out to Marie-Claire, feeling much better now that she has a plan to contact her team and return to being a man.