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After the Alt Shift, Alex's life turned into a real hell. When he woke up in the body of Sara Jenkins, the wife of a successful lawyer, Mark, reality seemed to crash down on him. He, a 22-year-old college honor student, who had always considered women as "the weaker sex," now found himself in a woman's body. And that body, damn it, seemed to have a life of its own, literally screaming about what it needed.
The government had made it very clear: now, he was Sara. And no matter how hard Alex tried to resist, he was required to follow every aspect of this woman's life in order to keep the system intact. Noncompliance? Re-education camps. Alex had already seen the news about what they did to people there, and one glance was enough to make him understand: resistance was pointless.
But, damn it, living this life was impossible.
Mark, who stayed in his own body, seemed completely indifferent to what was happening. He, as always, read his newspaper in the mornings, drank coffee, and ignored every attempt by his "wife" to connect. Even Sara's body, designed to manipulate male attention, couldn't change that. Alex could feel the instincts raging inside him: he was literally drawn to Mark. Every touch, even the accidental ones, made his heart race, and his thoughts got scrambled. It was humiliating.
"I’m Alex, damn it. I’m not 28, I’m not a woman, and I don’t like men! I’m not... not this!" he thought, looking at his reflection in the mirror once again. Smooth skin, big blue eyes, curvy hips, a flat stomach, and breasts that attracted attention even against his will. Every detail screamed that he was now a different person, a woman, and that this body didn’t belong to him.
He tried to cope with it. Closing his eyes, Alex tried to imagine that a stranger, an ideal girl, the kind he could want, was standing before him. He imagined how he would approach her, how he would slide his hand across her waist, how he would feel the softness of her skin under his fingers. The picture became clearer... but only for a moment. Everything fell apart when he started seeing himself. Seeing himself as that girl.
In his head, everything flipped: her movements became his movements, her touches—his touches. And then, in this fantasy, a man appeared. At first, it was just a blurry silhouette, but then the features became clearer. Strong hands, confident movements. Alex couldn’t explain how it happened, but suddenly he saw himself as the one being embraced, the one being held. That man slid his hand across her waist—his waist. And at that moment, everything inside flared up...