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The world jerked, as if someone had suddenly shoved me in the back. My head spun, and a black-and-red mosaic flared before my eyes. Then came that almost familiar sensation—like someone was grabbing me and literally yanking me out of my body. Sharp, fast, but always unexpected.
For a second, I saw my own body from above, sprawled lazily in a chair with a frozen smirk on its face. But barely a moment later, I was pulled forward, and in that instant, the space around me lost its clarity. I've done this more than once, yet it still catches me off guard every time. It was like watching the landscape outside a train window as it picks up speed—shapes were still recognizable, but they were no longer static; they rushed, blended, became unreal.
And then, suddenly, everything collapsed. The world snapped back into focus.
The sharp scent of lemon cleaning solution tickled my nose, warm air clogged my throat. My hands—thin, slender, with long fingers—were gripping the wooden handle of a vacuum cleaner in a tense grasp. I was standing slightly bent over, feeling the unpleasant stiffness in my back, while some light instrumental melody with Spanish motifs played faintly in my ears through my headphones.
Immediately, I felt the strong pressure of a bra strap digging into my shoulders, pressing into my skin with an unfamiliar tightness, sliding lower to wrap around my chest and squeeze it so snugly that I instantly wanted to rip the damn thing off. I could feel how it cut into my skin, and my breasts—even though they weren’t that big—still trembled slightly inside it with every breath, as if they didn’t belong to me.
A black knee-length dress covered my body, complete with a white apron and a sash, its fabric brushing against my legs. And underneath… stockings?
I straightened up—only to feel the bra straps dig even more uncomfortably into my shoulders. Damn, this is weird. I've swapped bodies with girls before, but come on, Marie, do you wear uncomfortable shit like this on purpose?
The vacuum was still humming in my hands, its vibrations unpleasantly buzzing through my palms. Yeah, what a joke. Smirking, I reached up and yanked my headphones off, feeling the cheap plastic tangle slightly in my hair. In the same instant, the dull, monotonous roar of the vacuum cleaner slammed into my ears.
"Jesus, why the hell are you so damn loud?!" I scowled, mentally addressing the vacuum as I fumbled for the cord. The machine jerked but didn’t stop. Annoyed, I grabbed the button on the handle and pressed it—but the damned thing kept roaring, deafening me.
— Maldita sea! — I muttered involuntarily, and my tongue immediately twisted. What the hell? I tried cursing again, but instead of my usual sharp English, something came out in a mix of Spanish and some oddly accented gibberish.
I tensed.
But before I could fully process it, a loud male scream rang out from upstairs.
— Oh my God, what the fuck is this?! — That was my voice.
I grinned, imagining Marie’s reaction in my body. Still, something twisted in my chest, a bad feeling pulsed somewhere deep in my consciousness—but I brushed it off. Nah, it’s nothing. I’ll just… head upstairs and enjoy watching my maid freak out in my body.