It's better to try than not to try (Patreon)

'Good morning, my name is Susan and I'd like to speak with the President' Susan repeated the memorized phrase to herself, not daring to ring the doorbell of the elegant big red door in the quiet suburban street. Her hands nervously gripped the strap of her cheap handbag, and her eyes shifted anxiously from side to side as she stood on the doorstep. She knew what was going to happen when she pushed the button, but somehow she still hoped that they would let her go and won't take her for crazy.

*Dooong

She pressed the doorbell, and heard the soft ringing. After a minute, the lock clicked, and the door opened slightly. The man in his 50s, dressed in a black tuxedo, looked at Susan with obvious arrogance.

"What do you want?" He asked in a harsh tone without hiding his distaste.

"I..I...I..." Susan tried to utter the rehearsed speech but was too nervous and frightened.

"You what? Can't you speak English, huh?" The man frowned in annoyance.

"Please, it's important," Susan finally found the right words, "My name is Susan, and I used to be a member of this club as James Brown, please call the president, I have something to discuss with him."

"James Brown is dead," the man answered in a cold voice and wanted to close the door, but Susan quickly put her leg in between the door and the frame.

"No! I'm alive, it's just that I...changed," Susan's cheeks turned red and she looked down at her big chest, which was clearly visible in her tight, low-cut top. "I know how it sounds, but it's the truth," she continued in a pleading tone, "Please, I need your help, they are chasing me!"

After a 5 seconds of silence while man was examining Susan from head to toe, he suddenly smiled widely and said, "Is that really true?! I've heard rumors that James Brown's death is just a cover-up to hide the fact that he decided to prolong his youth and went to a secret clinic abroad, where they can change anyone into a new person. Apparently you heard this too and decided to fool me?"

Susan sighed and closed her eyes. She was afraid that her former acquaintances will be too skeptical to believe her, and now it seems that her fears are confirmed.

"No, I'm serious, it's me," Susan opened her eyes and stared at the man.

"And who are you now?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Susan Sanchez... They don't create anything new. They are using some kind of a machine to change a person's mind and body to someone who already exists. They tricked me and took all my money and gave me the body of this... girl. Please, help me, I'll explain everything in detail."

"James died half a year ago," the man said with a suspicious look, "And you looking like... a slut, who learned about this rumor from one of her clients and decided to take advantage of it by tricking a member of our club."

"I...I..." Susan opened her mouth and blushed deeply, because she really works as a stripper now, but she wasn't proud of it, and was embarrassed to admit that. "I didn't want to tell you this and I thought... listen, just let me talk to the president, I'm sure he'll recognize me! I really need money now! My husband will kill me if..."

"Eh... so you let it slip! Get out of here while I don't call the police." The man pushed her away, closed the door and locked it.

"Wait! Please, help me!" Susan started knocking on the door and trying to open it. "I swear, it's the truth! I'm not lying! I fucking founded this club! You're going to regret this!" She shouted desperately, but there was no answer. "Damn it," Susan whispered under her breath. She didn't expect them to believe her that easily, but she thought she could at least talk to the president. After all, he was her brother, or former brother if we talk about genetics, not about the mind. But the worst thing was that she now should go to the brothel if she didn't want live on the streets.