Transit, 32 (Patreon)

Lori leaned against the reception desk. The receptionist approached, placing a black phone and a cheap red clutch on the desk with a polite smile.

"Here you go, Miss Pleasure," he said, his deep Russian accent thickening the mispronunciation.

Lori's eyes widened in frustration. "It's Pleason," she snapped. "This isn't my bag."

The receptionist's expression remained unchanged. "This is what we found with your phone, miss."

Lori's hope vanished, replaced by a surge of anger and desperation. "Maybe the phone is mine, but this clutch... it looks so cheap," she muttered, her fingers shaking as she opened it. "My name is Mrs. Pleason," she asserted, her voice rising.

She rummaged through the clutch, desperate to find some proof that would validate her identity. Her heart pounded as she pulled out a passport. Her fingers trembled as she opened it, her eyes widening in shock. The photo staring back at her was unmistakably her own, but the changes were glaring: platinum blonde hair, huge breasts. Her fingers traced the letters of the name printed beside the photo.

"Lori Ann Pleasure," she whispered, disbelief etched on her face. "What the hell..."

The name "Lori Ann Pleasure" felt like a cruel joke, yet there it was, officially stamped and validated.

"Your room is also under the name of Miss Lori Pleasure," the receptionist added, his voice calm and matter-of-fact.

Her mind whirled, questions and doubts flooding her consciousness. How could this be? Was this some elaborate prank, or was there something more sinister at play? She looked back at the receptionist, his impassive face offering no answers.

She felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, too tired to fight, too confused to think clearly. All she could do was accept the surreal reality presented to her.

With a final, resigned sigh, Lori picked up the phone and the clutch. She turned away from the desk, her mind a tumultuous storm of thoughts and emotions. The name "Pleasure" echoed in her mind, a stark reminder of the stranger she had become.