Black body market (Patreon)

- Dude. Do you understand that this is no longer funny?

- What do you mean, cutie?

- Heck! I mean give me another body!

- Oh. You again. You are not in a position to argue with us right now.

- But how will I be ... this is not at all what I wanted!

- One more word and you will regret that you even started this conversation! You got a new body - we are money. The deal has been completed. So get your sweet ass out of here while I'm in good spirits.

This was Hans' last desperate attempt to change something. He already understood that visiting the black body market was not the best idea. Now he was already thinking that it would be better to negotiate with lawyers or the police for the money he gave to these body dealers.

Not only was the exchange in the black body market unremarkable, but he received a body that was not at all suitable for his social status. If the police catch him in this body and realizes that he has illegally exchanged bodies, then besides the fact that he will have to go to court anyway for his old crimes, he will still have to accept that this is the last exchange of bodies in his life.

The black body market did not ask why you want a new body, but they took a lot of money for it. Of course, they listened to the wishes of customers, but they did not always listen to them and often gave customers just free bodies. Nobody knew what happened to the real owners of the bodies. Someone said that they were placed in the body of mice, there were many different rumors, no one knew for sure. But everyone knew that people who applied to the black body market were usually not found by the police.

Harry realized that arguing with this tattooed bandit was useless and headed off into the distance from this dark alley, feeling the wind blowing through his open belly and how his chest swayed with each step. But this did not bother him as much as the fact that he did not even know whose body he received.

They gave him only the documents and this information was already enough for Harry to understand that he was not at all satisfied with all this. This body belonged to Helen Maria Hernandez, a 24 year old married woman. There he also found the address at which, apparently, he now had to live. It was all completely unlike, at least in part, his comfortable apartments in the city center, in which he lived before contacting the black body market.

He was not at all eager to go to his new home, which was somewhere on the outskirts of the city, but he understood that this was the only correct decision in his new situation.

His hopes that Maria was an ordinary housewife or some decent girl did not come true when he came to the indicated address. Nobody was waiting for him there. The landlord greeted him not at all happy and instead of letting him into the house called the police.

It turned out that Maria's passport was fake and she was here illegally. Maria's case was quickly transferred to the department for the deportation of illegal immigrants, and literally the next day Harry was already with other illegal immigrants on his way to Mexico.