Undercover agent's ambiguous situation (Patreon)

When Charlie was here in this body, he almost got a "panic attack" because it was not what he expected to see, or rather, it was something that he did not expect to see. When he agreed to a secret experiment in undercover work in Mexico, he was sure that this technique was worked out and that he was not the first FBI agent to work this way. He should have ended up in the body of one of the drug cartel thugs using a remote mind exchange device, but something went wrong. At the very last moment before the start of the exchange, Sanchez decided that he should not be alone and ordered one of the whores for himself at home. He immediately liked Margarita for her outstanding forms and the way she behaves easily.

The FBI agents thought Sanchez was home alone and launched a mind-swap machine. She works within a certain radius, but when the headquarters were informed that Sanchez was not alone, it was too late.

Charlie opened his eyes and was no longer sitting in a comfortable chair with wires connected to his head, he was on something hard. It was strange, because according to his information, Sanchez should have been sleeping in his mansion, but when he saw that Sanchez was sitting opposite him in this small pool, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Charlie was not prepared for what might not be in Sanchez's body, so it surprised him a lot. But he was even more surprised by his new body. Almost immediately, he felt a heavy weight on his chest, as if something were attached to his chest and pulling his skin down hard. He looked up and in surprise let out a faint squeal, which immediately attracted Sanchez.

- Oh baby, something happened?

Slowly Charlie raised his head trying to figure out what to do in this situation. This was definitely not taught at the police academy and in the training courses for special undercover missions. He understood that he could not give out a secret mission and he had to improvise.

...

Although Charlie was not the first agent to use a mind-exchange device, he was the first to go missing. No one knew where Charlie had gone. For everyone in the secret agency, he became just one of the mistakes and this experiment was placed in a folder "top secret" for many years and this device was closed for frequent use as dangerous. This is because Charlie got into the moment when one of the parallel worlds was in resonance with our world. Charlie's mind was sent to the point with Sanchez, but fell into the body of Margarita and completely replaced her personality.

Poor Charlie did not even know this, the first hours and days were very difficult for him, but he tried to fully play the role of Margarita and hoped that someone from the Secret Service would return him or at least let him know. But days, weeks and later, months passed, but nothing changed. Charlie tried to get in touch and he succeeded, but the agent pretended not to understand what he was talking about when Charlie / Margarita told this agent all this information - here, in this parallel world, such technology simply did not exist 

...

Charlie stood in the room waiting for them to be alone with this FBI agent who was the only one of many who took Charlie seriously about the exchange of minds and a secret plan with the cartel and hoped that this nightmare would end soon. It was a terrible month for Charlie, he almost lost hope that he could get back his old life and already regretted that he tried so hard to match the image in which he fell and regretted that he did not immediately start looking for a way out of this ... Most importantly, it was all useless, he didn’t know anything about the cartel other than the size of their dicks and their sexual preferences. It is beyond words how glad he was that this agent got in touch and agreed to meet with him.

- What did you want to tell me girl?

Charlie dropped his gaze. He didn't expect this agent to talk to him like that. He looked down and saw only what he had seen the last month of this terrible life. A huge neckline, which did not hide, but on the contrary made his huge breasts even larger. Skinny blue top and black beautiful bra straps under this top. He hated this look, as well as what he had to do, but it was part of his undercover operation and he tried to look as suspicious as possible, as Margarita always looked. There are no words to describe the emotions that Charlie experienced this month. For this he was definitely not prepared by any school and all that helped him was only his intuition. Every day he woke up in this strange place and every day he cursed the weight of those huge breasts. He hated getting ready in the morning when he had to learn all the basics of makeup from scratch. Every day he tried to be alone as much as possible and took advantage of every minute so as not to pretend that he was happy and contented. The girls noticed Margarita's change, but he soon managed to convince them that everything was fine, largely thanks to her friend Margarita, who helped Charlie, without knowing it, with clothes and work. But most of all he hated the evening and work ... Inside, he was still a grown man who liked girls, but he had to do all these humiliating things and pretend that he liked it.

When the agent called him "girl" he thought it was just an agent's joke. A month ago, he would have behaved differently, even in this body and would have been rude to this person, but he was already very afraid to stay like that, so he just silently looked down, sighed and said

- I told you on the phone that I ... I am not Margarita, do you understand that?

“Hell, I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t heard it in person. Honey, I think this is a strange tactic for a prostitute. Do you want to go to America?

- I .. damn .. you didn't believe me? I explained to you about the secret project and you ... you should be aware of!

- Oh my God, what are you Mexican whores of the invention. You just can't imagine that an American guy took you to the USA. You even found out that I am a secret agent and that interests me the most. How did you know?

- I'm telling you!

- Hell no, I don’t believe that. You tell me everything, but first I would like to get what you paid your pimp for

Charlie's last hopes were shattered that evening.