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Pressed against the wall on the roof of an office building, Maria, in a shy attempt to look around, leaned slightly forward, immediately feeling how her breasts — full, firm, shapes that had been foreign to her until now — gently swayed under the thin fabric of her blue jumpsuit. She straightened abruptly, pressing her palms against the cold concrete of the parapet. Her fingers, now delicate with a pearly manicure, were trembling.

— What the hell... — she tried to curse, but her voice, high and sweet like caramel, cut off the phrase halfway. And that strange smile, seemingly glued to her face, wouldn’t go away — like it was her habit: if you’re nervous, smile.

«Mike. I’m Mike Smith. IT specialist. 34 years old. I smoke Marlboros, hate Mondays...» she kept telling herself mentally, squeezing her eyelids shut. But even her inner monologue sounded foreign — soft, with a slight tremor. She opened her eyes again and stared at her hands. Her skin, smooth and pale, shimmered in the cold April sun. But where were the scars? The one from falling off a bike when she was ten had disappeared.

— No way... — she whispered, and her lips stretched into a smile on their own, as if mocking her panic.

...

Just ten minutes ago, he — Mike — had gone up to the roof to wait out the meeting. He took a drag from his cigarette, turning his back to the wind, and suddenly, the air around him trembled, like a scorching haze. His fingers went numb, and his temples thudded: thud-thud-thud, like someone was tapping a code into his skull. And then... Pain. Sharp, like an electric shock, piercing every cell.

When consciousness returned, he was already standing, leaning against the parapet. His cigarette lay on the asphalt, smoldering. But that wasn’t the main thing. The main thing was his body. Not his body.

...

— Maria? What the hell are you doing here?

The voice made her flinch. Turning around, she saw a man in a gray suit with a cup of coffee in his hand. It was Bob Stevenson, Mike’s colleague, known for his escapades with women and a local womanizer, and among the IT guys, he was almost like a demigod when it came to relationships with women. The number of girls who had been in his bed was already beyond count.

"Bob! Damn it, you won’t believe the shit that happened to me!" Maria wanted to scream, but instead, she said:

— Bob, — her voice cracked into a high pitch, — sweetie, you won’t believe what happened to me! — she said, and her lips involuntarily stretched into a flirtatious smile. She felt like her body was living its own life: her hips swayed slightly, and her hands automatically fixed a lock of hair that had fallen on her forehead. Inside, though, there was a storm. "What the hell?! Why am I talking like I’m flirting with this idiot?!" — Mike’s inner voice screamed, but his words stayed inside, unable to come out.

Bob raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. He took a step closer, his gaze sliding over her figure, lingering on the open line of her waist and her full breasts, accentuated by the tight blue jumpsuit.

— Oh, baby, you know how to grab attention, — Bob said, his voice like honey dripping from a spoon. He took another step closer, and Maria felt her body react to his approach: her breasts lifted slightly, and her hips unconsciously pushed forward. She wanted to step back, but her legs felt glued to the spot.

— Bob, I... — she started, but her voice again betrayed her, sounding soft and sweet, as though she were deliberately trying to seduce him. Inside, Mike screamed: "What the hell?! Why can’t I just tell him it’s me, Mike?!", but the words she spoke were entirely different. — I just... it’s so complicated...

— Complicated? — Bob smiled, clearly enjoying the situation. His gaze slid across her face, lingering on her lips, which seemed to stretch into a smile on their own. — Well, Maria, you’ve always been a mystery. But I love solving mysteries. — He took another step closer, and now they were standing so close that Maria could feel the warmth of his breath.

She tried to pull away, but her body, as if living its own life, wouldn’t listen. Instead, her hand, thin and graceful, with the manicure that now seemed foreign to her, rested on his chest.

— Bob, I... — her voice trembled, but not from fear, from something else she couldn’t understand. Inside, Mike screamed: "What the hell?! Take your hand off, Mike! Just take your hand off, think about what you want to do to him! AAA! WHAT?! AM I REALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS?!" But her hand wouldn’t obey. It lay on his chest, her fingers slightly clutching the fabric of his shirt, as though trying to feel the warmth of his body. Maria felt her heart pounding wildly, and her breathing became erratic.

Her gaze lingered on Bob’s lips. They seemed so close, so... irresistible. Inside, chaos raged. "What the hell?! Why am I looking at his lips? Why am I thinking about how they would feel on mine? No, no, no! I’m Mike, I hate this! I hate him! He’s... he’s... so cocky, so full of himself... and damn sexy..." — her thoughts tangled like a hurricane.

— Maria, — Bob whispered, his voice low and seductive. His hand slid over her waist, then dropped lower, gently squeezing her ass. Maria felt her body respond to his touch: warmth spread throughout her body, and a strange, unsettling desire ignited in her lower belly. She wanted to push him away, but instead, her lips stretched into a smile on their own, and her voice, soft and sweet, said:

— Bob, you... you're so bold... — but there was no trace of condemnation in her tone, only playfulness and a hint that she didn't mind.

— And you like bold men, — he replied, his lips moving closer to her ear, and she felt his breath scorch her skin. — I always knew you weren't like the others, Maria. You're... special.

'Special?! I'm Mike, I'm a damn guy and your coworker! I love women, not men! And certainly not assholes like this one! But... why do I feel like I want him to keep going? Why is my body reacting like this, as if... it feels good?' — Mike's inner voice screamed, but his words drowned in a sea of new sensations flooding Maria.

His hand squeezed her ass again, and she felt her body press against him, as if it was searching for contact on its own. Her breasts, full and firm, pressed against his chest, and she felt her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her jumpsuit. 'What the hell?! Why does this... feel good? Why can't I stop?!' — Mike panicked inside, but his thoughts were drowned by a new wave of sensations.

— Maria, — Bob whispered, his lips now so close to hers that she could feel their warmth. — You know how long I've wanted to do this...

She wanted to say "no," wanted to push him away, but instead, her lips parted on their own, as if inviting him to kiss her. And just then, the door to the roof slammed open.

— Hey, you two! This is not the place for that! — came a sharp voice. Maria quickly pulled away from Bob, feeling her cheeks flush. She turned and saw a man in glasses looking at them with obvious disapproval. It was Jack, another coworker, known for his strictness and love of order.

— Maria, what the hell are you doing here? Go back to your workstation, — he said, his voice sounding like an order. — And you, Bob, get moving too. This isn't a resort.

Maria felt her heart race. She had no idea where her workstation was, but the thought of leaving felt like a relief. She nodded, trying to keep up the appearance of calmness.

— Yeah, sure, Jack, — she said, her voice sweet and obedient, though inside she was furious. 'Why am I talking like this, as if I'm his subordinate? I'm Mike, I hate this!'

Bob, however, seemed completely unfazed. He smiled at Jack as though nothing had happened.

— Don't worry, buddy, we're leaving, — he said, his hand still resting on Maria's waist, as if he wasn't planning on letting her go.

Jack snorted, gave them one last disapproving glance, and left. Maria felt the tension ease a bit, but Bob seemed far from ready to end their "conversation."

— So, babe, how about we continue somewhere more... private? — he suggested, his voice sounding like a promise.

Maria felt her body react to his words again, but inside Mike screamed: "No, no, no! Get out of here, Mike! Just leave!"

— I... I need to get to my workstation, — she whispered, trying to sound convincing, but her voice trembled, and her eyes again wandered to his lips.

Maria, feeling his warm hand in hers, tried to resist internally, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. His touch sparked a strange warmth that spread throughout her body, and she couldn't pull away. Inside, Mike screamed: 'What the hell?! Why does this feel good?!' But his voice was drowned by the new sensations flooding Maria.

— I'll walk you there, babe, — Bob said, his voice sounding like a promise of something more. He squeezed her hand tightly and led her toward the door leading off the roof.

Maria walked behind him, feeling her heels click against the concrete floor. Each step sent a slight sway through her hips, and her full, firm breasts gently moved in rhythm with her stride. She tried to focus on something else, but the sensations were too intrusive. The thong digging into her skin felt both uncomfortable and... exciting. 'What the hell?!' — Mike panicked inside, but his thoughts again drowned in a flood of new emotions.

Bob walked confidently, his hand still gripping hers. Maria felt her heart race, her breath becoming shallow. She tried to distract herself by looking at the walls of the corridor, but her gaze kept returning to Bob. His profile, his confident stride, his scent — everything about him evoked a strange, unsettling desire. 'No, no, no! I'm Mike, I'm not like this!' — the inner voice screamed, but her body seemed to ignore it.

— You know, Maria, — Bob began, turning to her with a smile, — you're looking... special today. — His voice was so sweet that Maria felt her legs go weak, and she could feel her cheeks flush.

— I... — she began, but her voice once again betrayed her, sounding soft and sweet. — I just... — She didn’t know what to say. Inside, Mike screamed: "Tell him you're Mike! Tell him this is all a mistake!" But the words she spoke were completely different. — I just can't believe this is happening...

Bob laughed, his laugh low and seductive. He stopped in front of the elevator and turned to her, his eyes once again sliding over her figure, lingering on her ample breasts.

— Well, baby, you've always been a mystery, — he said, his hand resting on her waist once more. — But I love solving mysteries. — His lips came closer to her ear, and she felt his breath scorching her skin. — Maybe we continue later?

Maria felt her body respond to his words again, but just then, the elevator doors slammed open. She quickly stepped inside, trying to distance herself from Bob, but he followed her, his hand still on her waist.

— I... I need to get to my workplace, — she whispered, trying to sound convincing, but her voice trembled, and her eyes once again slid to his lips.

— Of course, baby, — Bob replied, his voice like a promise. — But you know where to find me. — He smiled, and his hand finally released her waist.

The elevator stopped, and Maria stepped out, feeling her legs tremble slightly. She walked down the corridor, trying not to think about what had just happened. Her heels clicked on the floor, her breasts still swaying, and her thong still digging into her skin. She felt like her body was living its own life, and it scared her because even her walk was too feminine.

Maria froze at the exit of the business center, her body still shaking from those strange, unfamiliar sensations Bob had left behind. She took a deep breath, trying to pull herself together. "Okay, Mike, you need to deal with this shit, fast!" — she mentally ordered herself, but even that inner voice now sounded sweet and feminine.

She glanced around, desperately trying to figure out where to go. But then she was called.

— Maria! What are you doing here? — came a bright voice from the reception desk.

Maria jumped and quickly turned around. Behind the desk sat a girl with long light blonde hair, dressed in a neat office blouse and pencil skirt. Her face was friendly, but slightly puzzled.

— You’re supposed to be at your post, not wandering around! — she added with a light reproach, though she smiled. — Got distracted by one of the clients again?

"What?!" — Mike's inner voice screamed in panic. He had already figured out that in this reality, he didn’t exist as an IT specialist, but now he was a receptionist, known for his... escapades?! This was too much.

But her body, or rather Maria’s body, showed no sign of confusion. "I need to come up with something to say, she’s clearly waiting for an answer," and her lips stretched into a radiant smile on their own.

— Oh, you know me, sweetheart, just having a little fun, — she purred, winking flirtatiously. "What the fuck?! Fun?! Why did that seem like the best answer?!" — Mike screamed inside his head, but again, his body didn’t listen.

The girl behind the desk scoffed, shaking her head.

— Alright, get to the desk, or the boss will give you another lecture on professionalism.

Maria quickly made her way to the desk, her heels clicking loudly on the floor, her hips moving with a grace Mike had never had in his life. As she approached, she noticed the name badge lying on the desk. "Maria Smith, Senior Receptionist."

— Well, damn... — she whispered quietly.

Then her gaze fell on a small handbag that clearly belonged to her. Hesitantly, she picked it up and opened it, finding a wallet, some documents, and... a phone.

Frantically unlocking the screen, Maria saw a ton of notifications. Messages. Missed calls. And... photos.

— O-o-oh... Shit... — she moaned, her face turning red.

The phone gallery was filled with explicit pictures. She — Maria — in the most seductive poses, in lingerie, without it, with a silly playful smile and a languid look. Some photos were clearly taken right in this office — at the reception desk, in the supply room, in the bathroom.

— No, no, no, this can't be true, — she whispered, desperately scrolling through the messages.

"Baby, yesterday was unforgettable, I hope you're burning as much as I am 😉"

"You’re incredible... I can’t think about anything else but your lips..."

"Sweetheart, I want to see you again tonight."

The messages were from different men. A lot of men.

Maria felt her face heat up. Rage mixed with humiliation flared in her chest. "What the hell, am I some damn nymphomaniac in this reality?!" — Mike's inner voice screamed. But even in that moment, something inside her responded with a hint of arousal. It was as if her body remembered all those men. As if it liked being the center of attention.

She quickly locked the phone’s screen, fighting off a new wave of panic.

— Everything alright? — her colleague asked, giving her a strange look.

— Huh? Y-yeah! Of course! — Maria squeaked, then cursed herself mentally. "Shit, that voice and that smile again!"

At that moment, a man entered the building.

Tall, handsome, with thick chestnut hair and an attentive gaze. He walked confidently towards the desk, and Maria immediately noticed that he was looking directly at her, feeling her stomach tighten with strange sensations, as though butterflies were fluttering inside.

— Good afternoon, — his voice was deep, velvety. — I need some help.

Maria, still shaken by the contents of her phone, felt her body react again. Internally, Mike groaned: "Not this..." But Maria’s lips stretched into a smile on their own.

— Of course, darling, how can I help? — she said in that sweet, purring voice she couldn’t control.

"My God, he’s so handsome... wait! No, Mike, stop, this isn’t you, you don’t think like this! You’re..." Maria thought, looking at the corners of the stranger’s lips and imagining kissing them...