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Jacqueline sat on the steps of a brick building, her knees pulled to her chest, feeling the coolness seeping through her leggings. Her long, straight hair framing her delicate face. She glanced around nervously, hoping to spot someone from her team. She was desperate - everything seemed like she was really Jacqueline - like if she's the one who had lived her entire life in this female body.
Before that she checked her instagramm account and there she was, herself as Jacqueline - on a vacation in Canada with Marie-Claire, in bikinis on a beach, in a fancy restaurant... there were a lot of photos. She tried to convince herself that she had simply turned into a real girl, but when she looked at these photos, she felt that she really had lived it - these are her real memories. And it was fucking crazy!
'Where are they?' she thought, looking up at the sky. 'I need to get back to my real life, to be... to be me. Damn, Jacob, right? Fuck this!' She thought as the tears began to well up in her eyes.
“Jacqueline?” A male voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, and she turned around to see one of her colleagues. He was tall, wearing a white coat, and looked at her with a mix of concern and confusion. She had no idea who he was, but something about him seemed oddly familiar.
"Oui, c’est moi" she answered, wiping away a tear and trying to looked more confident than she felt. "I mean... Yes, it's me!" she said, trying to make her tone more masculine, but it sounded too funny and even a little ridiculous, especially with the accent she was now speaking.
"How did you find out about us? Who are you, really?" asked man. His voice was full of suspicion.
"I don't... I mean, I'm a cop. A man... my name is Jacques! Damn, I mean, Jacob. Personal number... uh... non, merde!"
The man's eyes narrowed. "Listen, you're clearly not a cop, so cut the crap. We checked all information about you before - you are who you are. Jacqueline Lefebvre - a 18-years regular girl from Paris, working as nurse here in this hospital," he looked at Jacqueline in silence.
"I... non, non! I'm not..." Jacqueline stuttered. She could feel herself starting to panic. 'They are going to put me in jail! I shouldn't have come here. I'm such an idiot!' she thought frantically. "Je suis désolée!" (I'm sorry) she apologized to the man. "I mean, I'm so sorry. I... I think I've made a mistake."
The man sighed. "Just... just go back to your work. No need to play spy games, okay. You're a beauty, don't mess that up by playing with danger. You have your whole life ahead of you. Be thankful that it was me, not some random person who caught you here and deported you," he said, making her shiver. 'Deported? Non! Merde!'
"Mister, transformation device... secret laboratory..." she whispered, feeling her last hopes fading "...changed me..."
"Stop with the nonsense! What transformation device?! Where are those secret labs? Do you think this is a spy movie?!" asked the man, raising his voice and causing her to flinch. Then he added: "Get out of here, mademoiselle and forget all about your stupid fantasies!" and walked away, leaving Jacqueline feeling defeated and hopeless. 'Mon dieu! Qu'est-ce que...' (My god! What the...!) she thought, tears welling up in her eyes as she remained seated on the steps, lost in despair.