How I became a Russian flight attendant (Patreon)

At 34, Sean had a very, very good life. This can be said at least by the fact that when his private plane broke down, he agreed with a Russian airline that he would be delivered quickly to the other end of the world simply because he wanted to see his incredibly sexy girlfriend.

Everything would have been fine, but the rain, wind and hangover spoiled Shownu's mood and he got on the plane not in the best mood. He slapped the conductor on the ass, but even that did not improve his mood.

Sveta, who had been pinched by Sean, was also in a bad mood. She was terribly tired of this attitude towards herself from these unpleasant rich passengers. In addition, today she wanted to spend time in a completely different way, but this urgent call canceled all her plans and she had to quickly rush to the airport in order to fly in an airplane with one single passenger. She had been thinking about stealing someone's life for a long time and now everything was perfect. She knew that Sean was very rich and this slap on the building only convinced her of her decision.

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Sean sat waiting for the plane to take off. He was sitting at the aisle in the passenger seat, not in the VIP zone. Sometimes he wanted to feel like an ordinary person. He was sitting and looking out the window when he suddenly heard the harsh voice of a Russian flight attendant. He knew Russian, so he was not surprised that he understood her, but he was surprised why she spoke to him not in English and even so rudely.

- Sveta! Ty chego rasselas' !? Seychas pridet eto nash vazhnyy kliyent! (Sveta! Why are you seated !? This is our important client now coming!)

Sean goggled in surprise at these strange words from this Russian flight attendant. He was not accustomed to being so impudently and rudely talking to him and just looked in surprise, as if hinting that he was this important client and that this girl should be more polite to him. But this stewardess just walked up to him and sharply grabbed his hand, trying to lift him

- Chto ty sebe pozvolyayesh '... kkhm, kkhm, moy golos ... chto ?! (What are you allowing yourself ... ahem, ahem, my voice ... what ?!)

Sean snatched his hand from the surprised and frightened stewardess and saw the old thing. His palm was different, much smaller and with feminine makeup. He felt that there was some kind of fabric on his neck, but then he saw that all his clothes were different. He held on to the elbow of the seat with one hand and touched his new body with the other. He felt like he was touching the bra under the shape of the steward and felt the vibrations of his chest, which was in the shape of small mounds and was soft.

- Welcome Mr. Gilligan

Sean heard the woman speak and looked at her, and then in the direction of her gaze, he saw him standing in the aisle, or rather his copy as he then thought.