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– What... what the hell is this, goddamn it?! – a loud female scream suddenly echoed through the pleasant forest clearing, making the birds around fly off the trees in a panic.
The dress, or those thin, delicate hands that now belonged to him. Hands that seemed so fragile, as if they could be broken with one careless move. The skin on them was smooth, almost porcelain, with faint blue veins barely visible, and the nails – neatly trimmed and slightly shiny, as if coated with a thin layer of oil. He clenched his fingers into a fist, feeling how the fabric of the dress yielded gently under his grip, and then immediately relaxed his hand, as if afraid to ruin this unfamiliar luxury.
– It’s a dream, – he whispered, but the voice that came from his lips was high-pitched, melodic, and completely alien. – It’s a goddamn dream!
He touched his face, feeling the softness of the skin under his fingers, the absence of the usual stubble, and the strange smoothness. But the sharp sound of approaching footsteps along the forest path pulled him from his thoughts. Soon, a woman appeared in front of him. Her figure was slim and graceful, her face hidden behind a mask of strict composure, despite the clear surprise in her eyes. She stopped and looked him over critically.
– Eliza? – she spoke in a cold tone. – I just heard some village girl screaming in the woods in your voice.
Alex furrowed his brows. She’s talking to me and implying I’m somehow speaking wrong? Fuck her!
– Are you talking to me?! Who the fuck are you?! What the hell have you done to me?! Why am I a woman?! – Alex’s shout, which he uttered aloud, sounded sharp and inappropriate for a girl. His voice was hoarse, harsh, like that of a man used to giving orders, and despite now being in a woman’s body, his tone remained the same as Alex’s.
The woman in front of him raised her eyebrows when she heard his rude outburst. A flash of confusion passed through her eyes, followed by clear irritation. She held her breath, as if processing his words, and then spoke, each word punctuated with cold precision:
– Eliza Kimberley, watch your language, you’re a lady first and foremost, such behavior is unacceptable! – she said almost with disdain, but there...