Tourist trap (Patreon)

A tourist trap. This was written in the booklet. In fact, we are bad tourists, because we are not tourists and this is obvious. Me and my best friend Dan just saw this booklet in the slot machine zone in our small town. Usually, I throw out all these leaflets at once, but I was interested in this leaflet, I decided to read more, perhaps because the last time I left my town many years ago and it was a trip to neighboring cities. In fact, I had a desire to know the world and see new places.

"Tired of living in a small town! Want adventure and see interesting places around the world! Then you are our client! Just don’t throw out the flyer!"

To be honest, all this seemed strange to me as to my friend, but, of course, as a joke, I did not throw this leaflet out and put it in my bag, in which this piece of paper was lost among other rubbish.

A week later, I already forgot about it when suddenly, right in the middle of the day, someone called my phone

"Hello"

"Hello, you recently agreed to participate in the big game" Tourist Trap ", congratulations, the game will begin in a few minutes."

"What? What are you talking about ?! What game? What other trap ?!"

The voice was recorded, so no one answered me, instead I heard

"Listen carefully to the rules. The very first thing is to find your task. It will always be with you at the very beginning of each round, so I do not recommend leaving immediately. As soon as you find the task, remember that you are given 24 hours to complete the task, then the round will end. At the end of each round, players who fail to complete the task will end their participation in the game, only one will remain at the end. The losers remain in their new bodies and in the countries in which they appeared. Please close your eyes for convenience, your first location is Croatia. Trance EP will start in 10 seconds "

And I heard a countdown in the receiver. What was this girl talking about? What other game? What is the location? Which body? I did not have time to think how a bright light hit my eyes. For a second it seemed to me that I was blind

When finally the image was restored, I saw a completely different city in front of me. It was not like any place I used to be in my hometown. I was in some dirty quarter, no one knows where.

"Što ... čekaj ... što, glas moj, što?! Moje tijelo!" ("What the ... wait ... what, my voice, what the ?! My body!")

My voice became high and I spoke a different language, in addition, I noticed that my body has changed. My shoulders were touched by the long hair that grew out of my head. Instead of my haunting clothes, I was wearing a blue dress, and two tubercles were clearly visible on my chest. Obviously, although unbelievably, I became a Croatian girl, what the hell is this ?!

I screamed in panic and did not understand how this was even possible. Why am I in the body of a girl, why do I speak an unknown language and generally where I am now.

In some animal instinct, I ran out of this alley and if someone had seen me from the side, he thought that this girl clearly needed help. I ran and turned right and left and finally reached the main street

(further conversation in Croatian)

I saw people and decided to ask at least someone

"Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?"

It was so strange to hear my voice, I could not understand why I speak as if it were my native language. and my high timbre scared me even more

"You are now on the main street"

"I'm not talking about .. What city is this?"

A passerby looked at me in surprise, but still answered

"Karlovac!"

And the dissatisfied moved on.

I could not believe my ears and eyes. I was in the city about which I heard for the first time, in a country that does not know where it is, in the body of a girl and I speak Croatian, this passerby understood me. But what should I do?

I remembered these instructions over the phone. She said that it was necessary to carry out tasks and that first it was necessary to find a task, and it should be where I would appear. Now it was falling into place.

I went to the meta where I appeared, but I could not remember where to go! Everything happened so quickly and swiftly that I did not remember the return trip. Several hours passed, I searched all the places that seemed to me similar to the place where I appeared, but to no avail.

I was stuck in a female body in Croatia in the city of Karlovac without documents and did not even find any assignment. It was despair, I just sat against the wall and cried.

By coincidence, the owner of the Croatian brothel lived in this lane. She didn’t even think about hiring girls and simply went downstairs to help her and help the unlucky girl, who apparently got lost or cried for some other reason.

She helped her. It turned out that the girl had some psychological problems, she considered herself a guy from the USA, who somehow ended up here in Croatia in the city of Karlovac.

It is quite obvious that she had some kind of emotional travma, perhaps she was initialized or beaten by her father. The girl did not have any ID, so Madame decided to shelter and help her. She sincerely felt sorry for such girls and did not want to give her to the police or to a mental hospital.

Madame reassured her and gave her food, but despite the good nature of Madame, she could not allow her to live under the same roof and feed this girl for free. Although the girl was strange, but she was beautiful and had an excellent body

Madame offered her a job in her brothel, without requiring documents and other things. She said that later she would help her to sanctify, but money must be earned

After a few hours of thought, the desperate girl agreed

On my day, on the day when all this happened, I was desperate, I did not know what to do, I cried and walked around the city all day without knowing what to do. I wanted to call home and friends, but I did not remember a single phone number and I did not have a cell phone and documents.

In the end, I returned to this lane in the hope that now everything would end. But this did not happen, more than 24 hours passed, that's for sure, I was hungry, I was tired, I hated this weak body.

One woman helped me, she sheltered me warmed and burnt.

I stayed with her for almost a week. During this time, I never found anything, even on the Internet. My mummy cheated on me.

The woman turned out to be the mistress of the brothel and then told me that she could no longer feed me and that I needed to find work.

Without documents and money, I did not know what to do. I had to agree to her offer and become a prostitute. She thought she was helping me, but for me it was a real test.