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– Yeah, sure, it’s my first day today – Stephanie answered with a smile, Mari?
Eric spread into a self-satisfied grin, as if he’d just hit the jackpot.
– Great! The lessons are boring anyway, – he shrugged, deliberately ignoring the teacher’s stern gaze as he walked into the classroom. – I’ll show you all the interesting stuff. Like where to hide from the teachers or where they sell the best lunch.
Stephanie gave a slight nod, ignoring me, and turned to head for the door. Eric stood still, frozen in surprise, when Stephanie, or whatever she called herself now, Mari, confidently took his hand. The gesture was quick but graceful, as if she was used to making decisions for others.
– So, shall we go? – she said softly, with a barely perceptible hint of impatience in her voice.
Eric blinked but quickly regained his composure, trying to appear confident. His friends behind him gasped, and one of them whispered something like, “Damn, he really got the new girl!”
Mari led him out of the class effortlessly, leaving behind a faint floral scent. The door clicked shut softly, and I was left standing alone, as if in the eye of a storm that had suddenly calmed.
My heart was pounding furiously. Shock, mixed with rage and helplessness, overwhelmed me.
"What. The. Hell?!"
Those three words echoed in my head like a bell. Everything that had just happened felt unreal. Mari, Stephanie… or whatever she was now, walked past me like I was invisible. Yeah, of course. I had been thinking of myself as Apolonia lately, forgetting that this whole thing was just that damn experiment.
Grinding my teeth, I bent down to pick up the rag that had fallen on the floor and again felt my tits pulling me down, heavy, squeezed by the jumpsuit, as if intentionally reminding me that I wasn’t Mike anymore, but Apolonia. Even the damn underwear dug into my shoulders and waist, almost like it was designed to emphasize this feeling. I clenched my teeth, but when I tried to pick up the rag, I noticed out of the corner of my eye how a few students – those damn punks from Eric’s group – were staring at me.
They weren’t just looking; they were outright leering. Their gazes were fixed on my hips and ass, which in this damn jumpsuit seemed too big and attracted attention, something I couldn’t hide. One of them, a tall guy with curly hair, whispered something to his friend, and the friend immediately snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.
I straightened up quickly, shooting them an annoyed look. Of course, they smiled immediately, pretending to just be chatting casually, but I saw one of them glance at my figure again. His eyes lingered on my boobs, then moved to my hips, and I felt the anger boiling inside me.
– Co jest? Na co się gapisz? (What’s up? Why are you staring?) – I muttered, trying not to burst into tears from the humiliation right there. My voice came out soft, like some submissive woman’s, which pissed me off even more.
They were about to say something, but a loud bell interrupted them. Class had started, my work here was done for the day, and the students, as if on command, rushed to take their seats. One of them turned on his way and winked at me cheekily before I left the classroom.
I stood in the hallway, barely holding back tears. "Why am I putting up with this?!" – my mind throbbed wildly. All of this – the uniform, the mockery, the humiliation – was unbearable. This experiment, these damn cameras that wouldn’t let me escape. And now, Stephanie… or Mari… Who is she now? Why is she here? Why did she act like she didn’t know me?
I tried to take a deep breath, but the jumpsuit reminded me of its tightness again, and instead, I exhaled sharply, leaning against the wall.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed. Jacob was walking down the hallway – my current boss and the strict overseer of my new duties. His broad, slightly hunched figure seemed especially threatening against the sterile corridor backdrop. He held a tablet in his hand, which served as his control tool. It seemed he was watching everyone through the cameras, just as I suspected.
– Apolonia, – he began in a stern tone, approaching me. His eyes quickly scanned me, as if evaluating how well I met his expectations. – Did you finish with class 3B?
– Tak... znaczy... yes, finished, – I said with a heavy accent, feeling my tongue trip up. Every word was an effort, and Jacob only frowned deeper.
– You’re clearly not yourself today, – he grumbled, stopping in front of me. His gaze was heavy and expectant. – You still have cleaning duty in the hallway and the bathrooms. Or are you planning on standing here all day?
I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the burst of irritation. This guy oozed authority, and I knew any careless reaction would just make things worse.
– Zaraz... znaczy... soon, – I managed to squeeze out, lowering my gaze to avoid his piercing stare.
Jacob snorted, clearly dissatisfied with my attempts.
– Apolonia, you’ve been off for a month now. Enough excuses. If you keep working like this, we’ll consider replacing you. Got it?
The word "replacing" hit me like a blow. It sounded like a threat, but at that moment, I didn’t understand what was happening at all.
– Tak, rozumiem, – I muttered, hating myself for how obedient it sounded.
– Good. Get back to work. – With those words, he turned and left, leaving me alone again in the hallway.
I took a deep breath to calm down, but instead, a wave of helpless rage washed over me. "Replacing?! That idiot doesn’t even know what I’m going through! Or maybe he does? Damn, this is such a damn trap!"
Clutching the rag in my hand, I headed for the next cleaning zone. Every movement was a struggle. My breasts pulled me forward, the jumpsuit restricted me, and my bright red nails made it hard to hold the equipment properly. Over and over, the image of Stephanie – or rather, Mari – flashed in my head. Her flawless, youthful face, her calmness. She didn’t just forget me. She acted like I was a stranger, an insignificant person.
Why did she pretend not to recognize me? She was the one who convinced me to go through with this experiment. Her talk about "easy money" and "a fun adventure" now sounded like the worst joke. I ended up in the body of a married woman who couldn’t speak English, while she was in the body of a teenager, free as a bird. It was so unfair that I wanted to hit the overseers, if only I could get to them.
– What the hell, – I muttered under my breath, tossing the rag into the bucket. – Stephanie, you’ll pay for this.
But for now, I just had to endure and pretend I was Apolonia Kowalska, the humble cleaning lady from Poland. Though, damn it, this was unbearable.