Email from a friend (Patreon)

"Come on, come on! Think! There must be some way out! I am still Mark Smith - the most successful businessman in the city, if not in the entire country!" the young woman murmured, twisting her long and polished maroon lips, dressed in a long, elegant white dress, as she moved nervously across the luxury room, making loudly steps of her expensive high heels.

She looked very gorgeous, her huge hips moved with every step in a way that made her booty shake as much as possible which made her feel even more uncomfortable and annoyed with her current body. She kept walking from side to side, from time to time touching different parts of her female body. "Damn it! I can't remember something specific from my life, just general memories without details! Like being a great successful person but... nothing really more personal than my name! "

Mark was 29 years old, single and loved by many young ladies who fell under his handsome face, muscular body and sharp intellect, despite some reports claiming him of cheating during business deals. He had everything one can get at that age - he was young, extremely attractive and full of confidence with great money.

So, when some minutes ago he received a strange email from his old friend he did not hesitate a second and clicked on it. There was a single page written "Do you have everything you want, but want something unusual? Well, we got the best offers on the web - 100% guarantee!!! Our girls are willing to serve only the best clients... choose us and become an elite person! Choose our women's club now!!! It's anonymous and there is nobody to say you are here. It is up to you! We promise absolute new experiences!", and there was a "Join Us!" button with an attachment to the page. Mark laughed loudly at such offer but clicked on the button anyway, after all, it was a letter from his friend.

After bright flash and loud bang Mark found himself here in this gorgeous but unfamiliar room as a young, very beautiful woman. In his mind flashed pictures of being a some expensive slut who fucked by rich and crazy guys to fulfil their needs. It was hard to stop them appearing. All was very real, like he had this in the past and his brain could not say that it wasn't true.

"Stop... please... don't. I don't wanna remembering how I sucked these disgusting old pig's dicks. NO, STOP, SELENA!!!" - she clasped her head in her hands, trying desperately to forget these things, trying desperately to forcefully think of her real life as... she now even forget her real name... was it Serena or... wait, was it Selina?

"I'm Selena Gonzalez... wait, no! That's wrong... is my last name really Gonzalez... it is..." Selena looked in a mirror - black long haired, emerald green-eyed, brunette and 5,6' tall with an extremely attractive female body that made any man wanting to fuck her. She know that she is very attractive and many would kill to be with her, but in same time it was not really what she wanted. 'I'm rich and successful man, I have a company with 1500 employees... it is located in United-Kingdom... Shit... it's sounded stupid and not right!!! But why?! It's true! I'm not fucking slut...' she gasped in confusion...

"I'm not a slut... I'm expensive luxury escort service. Only exclusive gentlemen and billionaires can afford my services." she felt great amount of shame when saying it and noticed her deep feelings for these words. Like they was true for a long time. And it was so real... it is the truth... not just some hallucinations... she had this body... these curves... everything... was her... she was really getting a completely new experience like it promised by email.