Indira (Patreon)

Indira walked out of the shower, trying to cover her big breasts with a handkerchief, through which you could still see everything. She lived in a dormitory for international students and recently started acting strangely after she visited the laboratory of Professor Larson, Ph.D. in physics.

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"Agree to the experiment" they said "This is easy money" they said to me "you are a poor student, try it," they continued.

Damn them these advisers! If I knew that everything would turn out like this, I would never agree to it.

What should I do now?! What should I do with all this ?! God, I hate how my chest and butt cracks with every movement! Why this particular body !? Why is it so ?!

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The experiment took place three days ago. Dr. Larson experimented with trying to copy consciousness. But instead, he accidentally got a device for the exchange of consciousness between different versions of the universe. Student Frank 19 years old in the same universe and foreign student Indira from the parpallelic universe took part in this experiment at the same time

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Hell! I even speak Hindi now and my English is not good enough to prove that I am American! I speak with an accent! And my parents do not exist in this universe, just as I do not exist. Here I am Indira, a student from India. It even sounds stupid, but it's all too real. But I remember my old life, I don't know anything about Indira's life. And Dr. Larson refuses to believe me! He gave me money and told me not to come to him again!

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Indira went into her room, saw that there were no neighbors now and began to change.

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I hate this stupid body. I hate that dumb long hair, those tits. I feel so weak and defenseless! This is terrible! And most importantly, I have not ceased to like women and at the same time this body. Already on the first day I felt that I needed satisfaction.

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Indira took the panties from the shelf and put them on. At the same time, she said something in Hindi

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I must speak English! But it's so hard for me! It's easier for me to speak this incomprehensible language! It's so old, I don't understand the words, but I know what to say and I say. I watched websites and movies and understood everything, while I don't understand my neighbors well, one from Japan and the other from China, they speak English no better than me, but I have to strain to communicate with them.

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Indira started choosing clothes

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And why this ... Indira ... I have only Sari here! And I don’t have money for normal clothes, but most importantly, I don’t want to wear anything else! More precisely, I want and hate saree, but I wanted to buy other things yesterday and could not! It drives me crazy!

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Maybe mine, now a bra! Is this all now for the rest of my life !? I have to get my life back! I'll go to Dr. Larson again today! He must believe me! Why doesn't he believe me ?! I would pay him if I had money

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Indira put on her Sari with clear and confident movements and prepared to go out into the street. She was clearly not in a good mood. Before leaving, she stopped and looked in the mirror

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This is fucking ... I ... what? Phone? What's the message. Contact "Jobs John". So damn it! I still have to work! Although it is logical, where else can I get money ?!

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Indira read the message on the phone and her face changed with every second turning into fright. Finally she just sat on the bed

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No, no, no ... I don't .. I can't work in a strip club