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I stood against the white wall in the secret intelligence office, still realizing that this was all real and trying to ignore the strange new sensations of the weight of my chest, the void between my legs and the long hair that touched my back.

Yes, we discussed this plan a few hours ago in our office with the chief of our police department and two other officers, but even when we discussed it, I still doubted it was possible. Until that moment, I did not even suspect that the United States had a secret installation that allows you to change people with bodies - in fact, it works like an exchange of mind, copying basic information from the brain of one person and changing it with information in another. For the exchange, both people were immersed in a special solution in capsules and after some time their minds were already exchanged with each other.

The flash of the camera brought me back to reality.

- Was it ... was it necessary?

This was not the first time I heard my own voice, but it still sounded like a completely outsider to me. Just like this body, my brain could not understand that I now own this and now it was my voice, not Samantha

- What? Photo? Yes Chuck, of course! This is for the protocol.

- But ... damn it. Okay. I'm not here to argue, but I think it was unnecessary.

- In our work, everything is done clearly according to the instructions and it was not my whim. If you want to argue, then you can officially send a report, but now get dressed

- I got it, I got it. I just ... Okay, I don’t argue, you’re a senior agent. I'm just a performer

- That's it. Listen. We don't have much time with Ben away. Do you remember everything?

The last question flew past me. Of course, I knew all the details of the operation, but at that moment I was holding Samantha's dress, which almost completely fit in my palm with long nails ... more precisely, in Samantha's palm. I had no idea that I would really have to put on this and walk down the street like this ... Yes, this is a secret mission and I am very glad that I, as the chief specialist for the head of the mafia, Fracesco Marconi, was entrusted with this. I was incredibly glad that my merits were appreciated and I was the main candidate to search the house of Francesco, but still .. Yet this body was completely unsuitable for me and this clothes ...

- Can you hear me? Who am I talking to? Repeat operation details

From the officer's commanding voice, I straightened my back, my chest immediately jumped in this transparent bra and it was impossible not to notice and even less to feel it, but over the years in the police and in the army, I got used to reacting to the commander's voice that way

- Yes, sir! My main goal ...

I quickly spoke out the details of the operation, forgetting for a second that I was in this body. In my head there was a clear plan for which I had to follow. Enter Francesco's house disguised as his wife while he is gone. Find all the evidence in this house that would prove Francesco's guilt. Come back unnoticed 3 hours after the start of the operation.  

...

All this happened so unexpectedly for me that I had little time to think, but the plan, when we discussed it, seemed simple enough to me. I knew very well, unlike my colleagues, the plan of Francesco's house, I knew his wife, who was also under secret surveillance, I knew all the servants in the house by their names and other important details in order to complete the task and not fail. That is why I, and not some other girl from the police, was entrusted with this case. I understood all this perfectly, besides, this operation was supposed to take only one day, and by the evening I had to return home to my wife with the obtained materials. Samantha wouldn't even know that there was a police agent in her body while she was sleeping.

However, when I was left alone ... when my colleagues dropped me off near Francesco's house, I panicked a little. We were trained to deal with stress and we all knew what undercover work was, so I quickly packed up and walked towards the house. The only thing that could give me away was walking in heels and unnatural behavior, but immediately after the exchange I had an hour to get used to the new form and now it was not so noticeable.

None of the servants suspected that I was not Samantha, but I noticed a few surprised looks. Perhaps they did not expect that Samantha was to return, at that time it was not so important to me, I needed to find evidence. I surreptitiously examined the whole house and all of Francesco's caches, but this scoundrel, as luck would have it, changed the passwords for the safes a few days ago and I did not know any new passwords, and all the old ones did not fit. So yes, everything went almost perfect, except that the goal of the mission was not fulfilled.

The journey to the meeting place was long and strange. In the house I was alone and although this body was a stranger to me, I did not pay so much attention to all this, realizing that I would soon return to my body. However, on the street, everything was different, I suddenly began to feel that everyone knew that I was not really Samantha, but an undercover agent in her body. It seemed to me that everyone knows that I am a man and they look at me with such looks, seeing in front of them some kind of pervert in a woman's dress. Every time I caught myself thinking this, I returned to my sensations, which could not be ignored - this large chest in the neckline trembled with every step I took and I felt how this weight was distributed, as if something was inside my skin , something that I could not control.

I understood that they saw an incredibly sexy woman walking alone through a busy city and saw men staring at me, some did not even hide it at all.

I never thought that someday I would have to pretend to be a woman and even more so to have such a sexy female body. She was the complete opposite of me - a 25-year-old woman, slender, with large breasts, full lips, long dark hair and a height of 1 meter 59 centimeters, although she certainly seemed taller in heels. All this was against my 32-year-old male inflated body, which passed the hardships of military service, with scars on my face, beard and a height of 1 meter 86 centimeters. Not that they didn’t look at me, they usually were afraid to look at me. And now I felt strange sensations not only from someone else's body, but also from these prying eyes.

Thank God everything will be over soon. 

...

I repeated to myself over and over again like a prayer these words: "I am an undercover police officer. This is an important task that I will fulfill with honor and will be an example for many other officers. I am a professional and will do everything in my power to eradicate crime in my country. It's just a body and just a role that I have to fulfill. All this is for the good of the country. " All of this helped until Francesco arrived. I heard his steps even before the moment he entered the large bathroom of this rich house.

Gathering my strength, I stood in front of the mirror and pretended to put on makeup. Then I already had an idea of

how to behave so that Francesco would not suspect anything, I have enough time for this, after all, I was in this body for the third day.

He was talking on the phone and suddenly felt his hand squeeze my buttocks - this was expected, but still I did not expect this - I dropped the brush for applying makeup on my eyebrows.

- Yes Yes Yes! Heck! Frankie! I told you what to do! Why the hell are you arguing with me !?

I turned my head and saw the pleased face of Fracesco, who had already let go of my buttock and started stroking my cheek while talking on the phone. His face suddenly changed and he moved away from me, continuing his dialogue

- What? What you said?! So! end! Our conversation is over! I'm waiting for information from you tomorrow.

By that time, I was already just standing and looking at him pretending to be a kind of smile. He also uttered some words of a curse addressed to his interlocutor, with whom he had not spoken, and then drew attention to me with a serious face.

- What the hell is Sam !? This asshole forgot who he's talking to ... Oh .. what's with your face? Did someone hurt my baby?

Meanwhile, in a matter of seconds everything that happened to me from the moment I swapped bodies with Samantha flashed through my head.

No ... No ... no ... I can't believe it ... I just can't believe it. Yes, damn it, I'm a police officer. Yes, they entrusted me with a secret mission. Damn it, yes, I didn't get the information, but I did everything right and clearly! "There are no complaints about me," said the police chief, who was my boss and at the same time the head of this secret operation. But then why the hell did they change everything ?! Why did my temporary operation become permanent ?! Who made this decision ?! "You have three days. No one should know about this operation. Just pretend to be Francesco's wife and if you succeed, then find out something, but this is not a priority. The main thing is just to be Samantha. We will contact you when the time comes and give instructions. ". Damn "Just be Samantha." Simply?! Simply?! I held back my emotions and accepted everything with honor, but there was resentment inside me.

All this confusion flew out of my head as soon as I felt his hand touch my cheek

- Baby? Something happened?

- Not! Frankie! What are you? I'm just glad to see you, I missed you so much, you have no idea!

I will never forget this strange, completely unpleasant first kiss with his bristly mouth and I will not forget what happened after that. I just imagined that this was not happening to me, that I was just watching a movie in which you feel everything that the actors feel. It helped ... yes ... but I knew perfectly well that it was all real. 

...

When I became a police officer after military service and wanted to protect my people and country from people like Francesco, it was not even for myself to imagine that I would have such a task and that I would pretend to be Francesco's wife, as much as possible matching the image that I knew very well. To be honest, it was very, very difficult.

It's been two years since the day I first saw Francesco and started pretending to be his stupid, loving, sexy wife ... This assignment really took a long time. According to the instructions, I was not supposed to get in touch with any of the three people who knew about this special operation - it really would be too risky, especially since I knew very well that Samantha's phone, like Francesco's phone, was tapped by other special police agents who did not know about this covert operation. I had to do everything that Samantha did - it means not only having sex with Francesco and satisfying all his dirty lustful desires and pretending that I like it all, but also helping him in his affairs, supporting him just like Samantha and if necessary, then participate in this, hiding from the police and not telling anyone all the details.

Yeah ... in those two years I really knew a lot. Something I heard from the conversation between him and his mafia companions, something I myself saw with my own eyes. Damn ... that was awful. And I had to be silent and, on the contrary, support all this. To pretend that everything is in order.

Despite all this, such a deep undercover operation and that I literally had to become a different person, despite all this, I remained myself inside. I waited at first every day, then every week, then every month for a call or a message from special agents that the operation was over. Every morning I planned so that if necessary I would need to escape somewhere, but days, weeks, months passed ... two fucking years passed, and no one got in touch with me. Not to say it was a bad life ... no, on the contrary, I have never lived in such wealth. But Francesco was incredibly horny and the fact that he had his own peculiarities of behavior because of which this life ceased to resemble a fairy tale for a girl, and even more so I did not like it at all. I don't know how Samantha put up with all this, but my duty to my homeland obliged me not to do something that Samantha would not have done.

...

I was often in the sexy lingerie store. Fracesco liked it when I choose something new for myself and he did not spare money on me. You could even say that it was one of my "favorite" places, as well as the weekly nail salons and other places to look beautiful.

I almost took another selfie in the locker room in the selected underwear, which, as usual, I wanted to send Francesco, so that he would appreciate it, as a friend, at the moment of the photo, I heard the very familiar voices of two people who were talking in the next dressing room. These voices seemed to me something very, very familiar, but something that I had completely forgotten. Instantly the smile disappeared from my face and I suddenly realized that it was my voice ... or rather the voice of who I was two years ago and the voice of my girlfriend.

- You are not fat at all, dear, stop talking nonsense, this women's underwear suits you non-neurotically. You are so in it .. uhh

- Chuck! Well stop ... you're embarrassing me. You don't even see me ...

- But I have a great imagination! But if you don’t want to, we don’t have to buy it.

- Oh. Look at him how he spoke. It's like you don't want me to buy it yourself. All the same, you got another promotion and I would like to surprise you. Chuck. But only in the evening. How is little Gloria? Keep her neat please

- Of course of course. Do not worry. All right

I stood in shock in a nearby dressing room behind a closed curtain. I haven't heard my girlfriend's voice for a hundred years, it was forbidden to get in touch with her. I imagined a hundred times how she now lives without me and what is with her now. I was sure that she was told that I was on a special secret mission and I was sure that she was waiting for me and very bored. But now ... I heard her pleased voice and heard the voice of a man who spoke like me and she called him by my name! It was wrong!

I looked out of the locker room so that I was not visible and through a crack in the curtain I saw it ... I wish I hadn't seen it, I almost fell straight to the floor because of what I saw. I stood next to the dressing room next door! That is, my body was holding a little one-year-old child in my arms!

The fact that I was in shock does not convey my real state at all. My heart was beating fast and my breathing was as if I had just run a hundred meters. I didn't understand how this is possible and why? I wanted to run out and grab this man who was portraying me by the shoulders! I wanted to tell everything to my girlfriend! I was only held back by the fact that I was undercover, but at that moment the feeling of leaving everything and telling the truth was very strong. I stood looking at myself in the mirror and seeing a displeased and at the same time surprised face, looked at my chest and what I was wearing and heard their happy voices remembering everything that I had to go through during these two years!

At that moment I decided that I had had enough. I decided to dial the secret emergency contact code with the police department and contact my boss! He had to explain everything to me, but no one answered me. It was an important and most secret phone that I remembered by heart and I did not understand why I could not get an answer. On the other end, nobody just picked up the phone. 

...

- What the fuck are you talking about, you stupid bitch ?! Which child? What the fuck is a new life ?! After all that you told me, do you think I'll just leave it like that !? We must exchange it back!

- Hush, don’t shout, damn it, you don’t want someone to see you here and Francesco found out that you are voluntarily meeting some man and talking to him?” Yes, I myself do not want anyone to see us. I agreed to this meeting only out of pity for you and your position ...

- What?! You are a crazy woman! You stole my body and my life!

- I knew that this would all end ... I shouldn't have met you. Look, I'm sorry, honestly, but this was my chance I took ... I'm sorry

- Stop! Where are you going?! Wait, we haven't finished!

I tried unsuccessfully to stop Samantha, who was now in my body and happily living with my wife. From the side of my height, I seemed to myself now just a giant, even Francesco was smaller and of course I could not get her off and only watched her drive off into the distance in a car. On my car! I remember buying this car! Heck! She stole my life! How was I supposed to react to all this ?!

Yes, it was dangerous to meet her, but I didn't give a shit, I decided that by all means I should talk to Samantha. I was not sure that it was she in my body, in the end it could have been anyone, the technology allowed changing the bodies of any person, but when we met, I was convinced of this.

It was strange to see my own body from the outside and talk, but at that moment I had to figure everything out. Samantha, who now called herself by my name Chuck and spoke of herself only as a man, told me everything.

She told how she suddenly woke up in my body while I was on that "temporary" assignment at Francesco's house. She immediately decided to take advantage of the situation when she recognized my boss. My boss was at that moment next to her, as one of three people who knew about this assignment.

Samantha is terribly tired of this life with Francesco! She had long wanted to get out of it all. All this she absolutely did not like, but she was trapped in the trap of this horny asshole and criminal. She smiled as she told the police chief everything she knew about his secret affairs. In fact, it was blackmail and some more money that Samantha hid in case she still escapes from Francesco.

The police chief just ... he just set me up! He made me believe that I was on a secret mission. While he himself changed the status of the task from "in progress" to "completed". The other two colleagues were not aware of what the boss had done and were sure that he had got his body back!

That is why the secret number did not work! That is why no one contacted me! All these two years I have been deceiving myself and thought that I was doing something important, but in fact ... I don't even want to think about it now!

This is all just some kind of madness. I was furious after meeting her. But most importantly, I didn't know what to do. She continued to work in the police force and all colleagues and all my friends thought it was me. Even my wife ... She wanted a child for a long time, but I was against it because of my risky job. But Samantha ... Samantha was not embarrassed by this, and after a couple of months she decided that a child was not enough for the happiness of her new life ... This is my child! This is my body! My life!

...

Heck. This drunken asshole looks at me and says something. I swear and I'm sure he's telling his stupid mafia friends again how he fucked me last night and what a giant he is in sex! What the hell am I doing? Why do I keep pretending to be Samantha ?!

"Samantha, you're acting weird. Blah blah blah! Be the good girl you used to be!" Fuck you! Because I'm not your fucking Samantha! Your stupid chick stole my body! Damn it! How strange it all is. I just keep doing what I did for these two years, but now I understand everything ... How did it get so far ?! Why did my asshole boss do this to me ?! To hell with homeland! Fuck all these principles! It was all completely pointless! God, how I hate all this.

Not much time has passed since that conversation with Samantha. But I will say that the past two years have been easier for me than this month after our meeting.

I understand that now we can definitely say that the mission has failed. But who will believe me? Who the fuck can I tell my story to now? Someone thinks body exchange is possible? Someone will believe me that I will say that two years ago I was a male police officer named Chuck, who these two years happily lived with his family and continued to work ?! Heck! Of course not. At best, they will put me in an insane asylum, and at worst, Francesco will make my life simply unbearable - he is capable of this, I am 100 percent sure of this.

For everyone around, I was just a stupid sexual wife of a criminal ringleader and everything I did these two years is just a confirmation of this. Samantha in my body has adapted well. Even my best friend didn't believe me. Stanley ... Damn Stanley, we were in Iraq and then we went to work in this police together. Even he didn't notice the change! How is this even possible? Although I can guess. I think it was not without the help of the police chief, who arranged it all. Most likely he told Samantha everything about me and helped her adapt ...

I hate it all. This stupid body, these huge tits, this life, but I especially hate the boss who deceived me and destroyed all my ideal ideas about the honor of officers. If he knew what I was doing to keep this secret and what did it cost me !? Although .. I think he doesn't care. assholes like him don't think about other people.

I'm in a fucking trap. I understand perfectly why Samantha escaped from this sexy body. I understand her very well. I don't know how I can get out of this hell. I don't even have some less revealing clothes, for these two years I tried to choose everything as sexy as possible. You can't just get away from Francesco - he is an influential bandit and will find me everywhere. Telling someone is also not an option. To continue living like this ... I just have no desire to do it.

Oh, he calls me to him. Well, just fine. It's just fucking "my dream". When I wanted to serve as an officer, I dreamed about this, so that some stupid bandit would call me on his knees in a drunken state and tell me his stupid stories, and I pretended that I was funny and like it all, knowing perfectly well that after we go home and he will, at best, sleep next to him, and at worst, I will have to touch his penis with my plump lips again, because drunk he cannot be normally aroused!

- Yes, yes, I'm going ... honey.