Masha's Memories (Patreon)

"Dance, dance

We're falling apart to half time

Dance, dance

And these are the lives you love to lead"

The lyrics to "Fall Out Boy" suddenly filled the room, causing Mark to flinch in surprise and wince slightly. 'What the hell is this crap playing in my office?' he thought, already ready to shout loudly into the intercom at the secretary's desk, to yell at her as usual and tell her to immediately turn off this garbage, but instead he suddenly realized that he was no longer sitting in his office, but in some small room looking like a cheap hotel room.

"Vat de hell..." Mark muttered with a heavy Russian accent and froze, surprised by his own voice, so feminine and quiet, not his usual thunderous voice that people trembled to hear. He stood in a strange pose - He was standing in a strange position - on all fours, with his butt sticking out and holding on with one hand to keep from falling, while the other held the video camera, which was aimed directly at his face.

Long brown hair fell in front of Mark's eyes and touched his shoulders with soft curls. He didn't want to look down, because he already understood perfectly what he saw. It was obvious what the heavy weight in the chest area was that was swaying and swinging strangely.

"Why are you frozen, bitch? Continue shake your ass and tits!" the loud female voice made Mark fall onto the bed, dropping the video camera and turning his head in surprise, looking at the naked woman in the doorway who had a bottle of whiskey in her hands. "Dance, dance, we're falling apart... gulp-gulp-gulp... dance, dance..." the woman said, drinking whiskey and walking towards the bed.

"Who de fock are you?!" Mark asked in surprise, staring at the naked woman.

"What?! Masha! I am your lucky ticket to becoming a real queen of the night!" the woman answered, throwing the bottle aside and coming close to Mark, bending over and showing off her huge tits. "Or do you want to go back to being a poor Russian immigrant, living on the street, s***g cocks for a little money?!" the woman added with a laugh and pushed Mark away, forcing her to roll over on the bed and show off her tits which were now laying on her chest like two bags of jelly.

"Vot?! Who de hell are you? Почему я чёртова woman?!" Mark said, jumping up and looking around. "Я не чёртова woman! Я man! And я клянусь, что убью тебя, suка! What you doing to me? And what with my voice? I sound like чёртова Disney princess from Russia!"

"Masha, calm down!" woman looked at the small table near the bed where an unfinished glass of some kind of drink was sitting and wrinkled her nose and snorted discontentedly, and then said, "Oh, no! You didn't drink it all, you stupid whore!" then she reached out and slapped Mark on the ass, causing her to let out a surprised squeal, and added, "Get dressed! You have a client waiting for you! And drink that shit! We don't have time for you to get all hysterical again! I'll be in the lobby! Don't forget to take your toys!" and the woman walked away, slamming the door behind her.

Mark stood in place for a couple of seconds, before many new memories flashed through his mind like lightning and the picture became clear: how he became a woman with help of some crazy scientist who transplanted his head onto the body of a Russian whore and gave him a potion that should help him, how later he tried many-many times to turn back but nobody believed crazy girl with huge tits and heavy russian accent without any ID, that she is actually Mark. Even that fact that she have same face didn't help.

And many, many other memories came back into her head, making her realize the hopelessness of her situation! She didn't want to accept all of this and she didn't want to agree voluntarily. The temporary solution, as she thought, was that she took this potion that turned off her true personality and... she didn't even want to know what exactly happened next, but judging by her memories, it really helped her survive in the new body.

After some time, she slowly walked to the glass and carefully looked at it. In her mind flashed many scenes where she sucked, fucked, and licked men's dicks for money. This made her feel sick, and her stomach churned. 'Damn! Stop! I don't want remember it!' Mark screamed internally and grabbed the glass, pouring the liquid into her mouth and swallowing it all.