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The warm breeze gently brushed against her bare shoulders, as if reminding Stefan once again of something he already knew — that this was no longer his body. The feeling hit especially hard now, when he bent forward, just trying to collect his thoughts, and rested his forehead in his palm — immediately feeling that horrible pull of gravity dragging her breasts downward with such relentless weight, it made him want to rip off those two huge sacks of warm flesh that, apparently, would now be with him — or rather, with her — forever.
— God, God, God... seriously? This is it? — he whispered, biting his lip, and instantly tasting the lipstick again — cherry with a minty note. The voice sounded stupid — high-pitched, with a sultry tone, like she was about to moan into a camera, not curse over the shattered crystal on the floor.
Fucking trinket. Last night, a bit tipsy, he had laughed while spinning the thing in his hands and loudly told his buddy, "Everything the other way around — let them try being us now! And me, fine, I’ll be the one to work as a wife like they say!" — and smacked the crystal base like it was a toast. A joke. It was supposed to be just a joke.
But the next morning, he woke up and...