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This is all so weird, I feel like I'm on drugs, it seems like I'm not really here, everything is so unrealistic... But it would seem that this couldn't be more real.

Here I am, sitting on a leather sofa in a police station, wearing a short tight-fitting skirt and high-heeled shoes. My long hair only partially covering my indecently exposed chest. All I can do is sit and flip my dainty, neatly manicured fingers, while waiting for the policeman to decide whether to let me go or punish me for prostitution. I somehow understand these hieroglyphs on the walls and yes, I am sure I spoke to him him in pure Japanese.

It would seem that all this is really happening. I definitely feel my chest, the emptiness between my legs, and the thong that I'm wearing, but ... I must be hallucinating, this can't be real.

This only happens in movies, or fairy tales. People don't change bodies, much less change knowledge. I remember exactly how I decided, for the first time in my life, to visit a prostitute. I was in a foreign country and thought “why not?”

I remember how she came to me, how I sat on the couch, how she kissed my lips and whispered something.

The next thing I remember, I was already here on this couch. A policeman talked to me and I answered something to him.