Poland secretary (Patreon)

Looking down and examining myself, I sat still in great shock, trying to somehow rationally explain everything that had happened to me over the past few minutes, but nothing logical came to mind. I still felt a strange aftertaste after kissing this stranger, who was now sitting behind the next door with an inscription written in words incomprehensible to me, which for some reason I understood “Petros Novak – Kierownik Działu Logistyki” (Petros Novak - Head of the Logistics Department).

I have no idea who it is or why when I got here he was kissing me while his hands were on my ass. It was so spontaneous and unexpected that I didn’t even know what to do at that moment, and by the time the kiss was over, he simply said “teraz zabierzmy się do pracy” (and now get to work) and went into this office, leaving me here alone. Just like the sign on the door, these words sounded somehow strange to me, but for some reason I understood what he was saying and after a couple of moments I noticed that I myself was speaking out loud somehow differently.

Before I ended up here, I was at home and, as always, in my free evening time after work, I was lying on the couch and watching TV. Everything happened in an instant and I didn’t even have time to realize anything when, instead of my sofa, I suddenly stood here and felt someone’s tongue in my mouth. Left alone, I felt my heart begin to beat faster every second, especially when I saw my reflection in the mirror. At that moment, I still did not understand that it was a reflection and thought that some middle-aged woman was looking at me in surprise, but upon closer inspection I saw MY face.

Damn it, I don’t even want to believe it and look at my reflection again - this is fucking freaky! It was me, I mean me and my face for as long as I can remember, but everything else... clothes, curly long hair and even makeup... And the strangest and most terrible thing is that I can’t say that it’s a hallucination , after all, because of my high-heeled shoes, I was able to reach this chair with difficulty and almost fall to sit down and catch my breath. And clutching the arms of the chair with my hands, feeling an unusual weight in my chest, I told myself again and again that this was all just a fantasy and that I needed to wake up

...

Having gathered my courage and realizing that all this was not a fantasy, I finally decided to examine myself and, looking down, I was only convinced that the strange weight on my chest was indeed from the woman’s breasts, which were part of my body and were obviously visible under the blue blouse. My hand lightly slid over them and fell on my leg, obviously feeling the nylon fabric of the so uncomfortable and unusually tight tights, which, of course, I was also wearing and it was impossible to deny.

I didn’t even want to check further, I already knew what awaited me when I decided to examine what was under my... skirt. I just froze looking at my hand and peering at the bright red manicure on my nails. Trying not to move my hand, but feeling like I was touching my leg, I just peered in the hope that it was just a picture and that if I didn’t move, it would be as if it wasn’t my hand, but someone else’s...

These are strange feelings. I wouldn’t even want to experience something like this ever in my life, but now it was real. Even long hair seemed something foreign to me, given the fact that I had always had short hair in my life, and by the age of 30 I had already begun to go bald and was thinking about starting to shave my head.

- Marishka, muszę przygotować dokumenty na jutrzejsze spotkanie. Dzwoniłeś do Kowalskiego? (Marishka, I need to prepare papers for tomorrow’s meeting. Have you called Kowalski?)

Apparently, that man was addressing me, because he left the office and, looking for something in the closet, said this while I sat and stared at him with my mouth open. This weird language... I have no idea what kind of language it is, but it sounds like some kind of Eastern European language and why the hell did I understand everything perfectly? He... he addressed me as "Marishka"? He... stopped and looked at me. Does he really think that I’m some kind of Mariska and that it looks like I’m... or rather, she’s his mistress or something like that and, apparently, his secretary?

- How is it? Dlaczego tak na mnie patrzysz? (What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?)

- Ja... ja po prostu... nie wiem... (I... I just... I don’t know...)

I said, hearing how strange I sounded and especially realizing that my voice obviously sounded too feminine. I can’t be Marishka, who is she anyway!? How did this even happen?!