Distance mind transfer (Patreon)

It was an ordinary sunny hot day. Such days are not uncommon for Islamabad, the capital of Pakistan. Zahid and his wife were returning home and he had to go to work on his day off to pick up something. Zahid was very surprised when he returned to the car and saw that his wife Fariza unbuttoned her clothes and examined her body. It was a shame, the car had transparent windows and every passer-by could see his wife's breasts! Of course, he immediately got mad and started yelling at her and hoped that none of the passers-by noticed this, and especially his colleagues, it's good that today was a day off and there was a hope that his colleagues did not see this shame for sure!

He shouted at her, and for some reason she answered him in English and he could not make out half of the words. He did not like English, although it is one of the official languages. Zahid is a strict admirer of classical Islamic culture and demanded from his wife to comply with this and did not specifically learn English.

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I don't know how I agreed to this, but I think the main thing was that I should have been paid to participate in this experiment. I learned about the experiment from one of my fellow botanists who was in a science circle at our college. I was told that this is some kind of experiment related to the transfer of consciousness and that of course nothing threatens me. The last thing I remember before I ended up here in Pakistan in the body of this woman was sitting in a chair with wires connected to my head and some kind of scream that someone saw a vysh. Then everything was dark and after a few moments I was already sitting in this car.

It was terribly hot here, and there were no wires on my head, but I could feel some kind of fabric around my head. Outside the windows of the car, I saw Muslim people in appropriate clothes. I raised my hand and saw that my hand was different. It was a small palm with a woman's manicure and rings. I immediately looked down and saw that I was wearing a long brown skirt. I felt like something was pressing on my shoulders and on my chest under the clothes and to check the unbuttoned jacket. My God, I saw that instead of my man's body there were two women's breasts under a burgundy bra, which I definitely felt with my whole body.

I don’t know what this gentleman who was shouting so wanted, but he scared me a lot. When I agreed to this experiment, I was not warned about such consequences. I quickly buttoned my shirt, feeling my chest trembling with these movements and tried to explain to him that I was not his wife and that this was an experiment. I told him that I was a student from America, but he asked me not to speak English! It was a strange trip, he shouted all the way to his house, but I could not answer him and even got a slap in the face.