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— Oh come on, Alicia, this isn’t funny anymore. Just change me back — Michael exhaled, letting his arms drop hopelessly as he stared into the mirror, once again unable to believe the reflection. His breasts gently jiggled with every breath, tightly cinched in the corset top of the dress, and the straps kept trying to slide off his smooth shoulders.
Behind him, sitting on the bed and lazily fiddling with the hem of his shirt, Jake smirked — their mutual friend, the one they’d invited to go to Roger’s party with them. Only he didn’t know who he was really looking at.
— Dude... uh, madam — he burst out laughing. — If this is some weird-ass prank, then you guys really went overboard. Where’s Michael? You his sister? He never told me about you.
— I am fucking Michael! — Michael threw up his arms, his tits bouncing noticeably, the strap finally slipping off his shoulder. He tried to pull it back up, but the long, thin fingers with bright nail polish just made it even clearer — no strength, no usual coordination. — Alicia! Come on, seriously, cut it out!
Alicia stood at the vanity, calmly tying a black ribbon around her neck. She was wearing a short black tunic, witchy and provocative. She didn’t even turn around.
— I don’t know what you’re talking about — Alicia drawled with not a trace of interest in her voice, pulling the ribbon tighter. Her gaze was still fixed on the mirror, but it was clear she was savoring every second of this.
— You’re fucking with me — Michael stepped toward her, but immediately stumbled because of the damn heels.
Jake, still grinning, shook his head:
— Damn, you’re one fiery chick, Michael’s sister. Though honestly, he never said a word about you — and you two look exactly alike! — he added with a smirk, clearly tuning in like a hunter sniffing out a juicy story. Then, realizing what he’d just said — added quickly, — I mean, you’re definitely hotter though!
— Oh shut the hell up already — Michael muttered, turning away and avoiding Jake’s gaze, feeling his cheeks flush crimson.
Alicia just gave a dismissive snort, lifted her chin, and grabbed a small black purse with a chain strap off the vanity. Tossing it over her shoulder, she said with obvious delight:
— I’m ready — Alicia announced, turning around. — Mike... I mean Mimi, let’s go. Time to shine.
— Mimi?! — Michael shouted, eyes wide. — Are you serious? You gave me a new name too?...