Shooting star (Patreon)

Last night, as usual, when I arrived home after a hard day, I lay on the sofa. I thought for a long time about what I am doing wrong in my life, why I am still single and where I can find all the answers.

I went to the balcony and stood there for several minutes, lost in thought. Suddenly I saw something bright in the sky, it was like ... yes, it was a shooting star. I heard a lot of nonsense in my childhood that if you see this, you must make a wish. And even though I was already under 30 years old, I jokingly, but still said, without noticing it myself

"I wish I had a different life"

Of course, nothing happened. I spent the rest of the evening as usual, and then fell asleep.

...

In the morning, the first thing I noticed was that I did not wake up by the alarm clock, although I needed to get ready for work. I thought that I might have overslept and was immediately afraid that they would scold me, but another fact attracted my attention - for some reason I was in clothes, although I fell asleep in my underwear.

I definitely felt that I was wearing some tight pants, like jeans, but some very tight ones, I never wore such ones.

I lifted my knee up to check, but my mind switched to another, yes, I was in tight jeans, but ... I now had shoes on! And not my shoes, but high-heeled shoes, obviously women's shoes.

I jumped up and felt something bounce on my chest, or rather it was my chest, my new long hair touched my shoulders and face, there were hoop earrings in my ears.

"Dios mío, ¿qué me pasa?" (My God, what’s wrong with me ?!) my voice was female with a little wheezing and for some reason I spoke Spanish.

In the next room, some men argued loudly, which for some reason I had not heard before, although they spoke very loudly. From their conversation it became clear that they were discussing some Magdalene and arguing who was the first to fuck her, and this should be solved more quickly, because she might already have fallen asleep there, although her time was paid for.

I guessed that it was about me and the last words that the time was paid led me to the worst thoughts.

I got out of bed and immediately fell on her. I realized that I can’t stand normally in high heels. But something told me that I should leave.

I got up a second time and this time began to look for ways to escape and escape. But ... did not have time, at that moment the argument ended and heard footsteps from the next room.

Everything that happened next cannot be described in other words as guidance, but it was definitely not me. It was some kind of autopilot. I couldn’t act in any way, my body was moving

When these two guys came in, when I saw them, I stopped looking for a way out, I took off my outerwear, showing everyone that girls usually try not to show, namely their boobs. He looked at them questioningly and sat on the bed. I did not control anything, but at the same time I felt a little coolness and how my boobs are hanging out now, not even hidden by the top.

One of them said that he would be the first and I, without thinking twice, was completely undressed.

My guesses came true, I really was in the body of a prostitute, more precisely, I became a prostitute Angela Delgado from the Mexican city - Merida. I understood all this much later. Already after having mastered my body again, after this orgy I will not describe.

Now it was my job, it was my life. I often recalled this evening, this shooting star, I waited for me to see again and guess something more specific, but no ...

When I came home I burst into tears, all this was so unreal and stupid. After all, I had a great life, if you think about it, I had money and a good job, yes, I was not always lucky with the girls, but in general everything was fine.

Now I have become some kind of Mexican whore who lives in a cheap apartment. I decided that I would not work as a prostitute, after I was finally convinced that there was no turning back.

For a long time I got used to these strange new forms of my body, to these boobs and the emptiness between my legs, but in fact it was the lesser of misfortune. I really didn’t have money and I didn’t even want to think about working as a prostitute, it was already too much! That was enough for me.

But it was hard for me to find a good job. Firstly, because of my wardrobe, I had things ... to say the least vulgar. Short shorts, short tight skirts, open tops with a neckline and more. But the most important thing is that I myself could not wear something else, when I put on some more closed things, I felt sad. I couldn’t help but paint my nails, don’t do my makeup and don’t even wear hoop earrings, this is some kind of curse! I just wanted to wear it, but at the same time I understood that it was all so humiliating for me that I would never have put it on and would never have thought of it before.

The most normal job that they took me to is a lifeguard on the beach, and that's just because of my body. Apparently they were hoping for something when the former prostitute was at work.