My new life as ... - part 2 (Patreon)

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-life-as-1-55294446

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The perfect silence in which only my nervous sniffling was heard was suddenly broken by the cry of a child from the next room. Apparently the walls were very thin and hardly drowned out the sound. It all seemed like some crazy, very real dream that never ended. Someone's kid behind the wall screamed disgustingly and loudly, and I continued to stare at the reflection in the mirror trying to understand at least something.

My hope that the child would be silent and I could finally think it over calmly was not justified. I remembered about the phone that woke me up with this nasty alarm clock. Finding it, I dialed my cell phone in London. It was 7 am on the phone. Finally they answered me on the other end. It was a woman's voice

- Hello

- Merhaba! Bu ... o Charlie mi? (Hello! Is this ... is this Charlie?)

- What? Who is this?!

- Ben Charlie'yim! Anlamıyorum. İngilizce konuş! (I'm Charlie! I don't understand you. Speak English! _

- Damn it! Speak English. Fucking emigrants. It's actually 5 am now!

- Anlamıyorum! Merhaba Merhaba ... (I don't understand you! Hello ... Hello ...)

There were already beeps in the receiver. It was difficult to speak to this crying of a child. Besides, it wasn't my old body that answered exactly at the other end. I had to somehow deal with the child, and then I calmly think it over.

Slowly getting out of bed, at first I even lost my balance due to the unusual center of gravity, so I had to rest my hand on the mirror. Long hair partially blocked my view and therefore I had to pull it behind my back.

Cursing the shaking of breasts and ass, I took a couple of steps towards the door, frozen for a couple of seconds, when I touched the door handle. I did not know what I would see in that room and the thought that it might be the child of this woman in whose body I found myself alarmed.

The intolerable crying only grew louder when I finally pulled the handle and saw the next room. It was the same poor room, but slightly larger. It was a kind of living room combined with a kitchen and an entrance hall. There were some clothes and headscarves hanging near the front door. Nearby, along the same wall, there was a kind of kitchen. A small kitchen cabinet on which there was a small electric hob. On the left, a door led into a small room, which appeared to be a bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink. The crying of a child was heard from somewhere to the right. There was an impromptu room ... Although it was difficult to call it a room. It's just that the space of this room is separated by a partition so that there is room for a passage by the wall without a door. Thank God there was no one here!

The kid was screaming so loud that I was ready to kill the asshole. Finally, having made a couple of uncertain steps towards the cry, I saw the baby lying in the crib. Rattles hung from above, and the child continued to scream heart-rendingly.

- Şimdiden susabilir misin ?! (Can you shut up already ?!)

I don’t know which sounded more disgusting - my voice or the crying of a child. I looked with malice at this fiend, thinking what to do.

Not knowing how I still kept my calm. My chest bounced with every step I took, and even after taking these few steps across this small apartment, I already felt a little pain from this. Looking at the child, I mechanically decided to somehow support these boobs with my forearm.

It really helped and I involuntarily thought that it might be worth finding a bra. Looking down, my eyes widened as much as possible.

I didn't think that anything else would surprise me, but the white specks of fluid that came out of the chest were too obvious to ignore.

Adding 1 + 1 one in my mind, I realized that my worst fears that it was the child of the woman in whose body I turned out to be justified ...

- Numara ... (No ...)

Whispered looking down. The kid seemed to hear it and began to scream even louder

- Oh hayır, seni küçük pislik! Seni beslemeyeceğim! Bırak aptal annen yapsın! (Oh no, you little asshole! I won't feed you! Let your stupid mother do it!)

The idea that I would still have to take this child and lean him against my chest never left my head. This was especially difficult to do with incessant crying. It was so simple and logical, but I could not imagine that I would do it voluntarily. 

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Not believing that I decided on this, I took a small step towards this child. If someone saw my face now, they would understand how difficult it was for me to do it. But luckily I was alone ... there was only this screaming petty bastard.

Taking it in my arms and overcoming my disgust for babies, at first I held it for a while, not knowing how to do it right next. But logic dictated that somehow he had to shove these ... these ... my boobs into his mouth. There was a small stool nearby, as if specifically for sitting and breastfeeding the baby. Sitting on it, listening to this endless shout, I finally pressed it closer to my ... chest.

To my surprise, the baby himself gr*ped the nipple with his mouth and finally fell silent. It was the strangest feeling in my life ... Although now everything was strange. The nipples were still sensitive and at first I became a little horny, but then it passed and changed to something else. I could feel him literally s***ing milk out of my chest and ... damn. I don't want to think about it anymore.

I had to somehow distract myself and I began to examine the room. Several framed photographs hung on the wall. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it. Perhaps I was too carried away by the radical changes in my life. Looking more closely, I learned more about the life of this woman.

First, I stopped my eyes on a photo of her pregnancy. This photo was taken somewhere on the street. There was a smile on her face and she was a little fuller than in other photos, which is explained by the pregnancy.

In another photo, she was very young and held a graduation diploma in her hand with a happy smile and a handkerchief around her head. I was already sick of all this Muslim shit, but it was better to consider it and try not to pay attention to the sensation of sucking on the breast.

Next to the photo she was with her fiancé. And in the photo she was definitely less than now. Although I have never liked oriental women, I must admit, in this photo she looked just fine. Youth and cosmetics make a handsome man out of any person. But that was not what confused me. I quickly looked at my fingers and did not see the wedding ring. It was strange that, judging by the photo, she definitely had to have money and ... a husband. But judging by the apartment there was neither one nor the other. In addition, she had a diploma of higher education ... What went wrong in her life?

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Apparently, this nightmare was not a dream, otherwise I would have woken up a long time ago from the emotions of fear and hatred. The only logical explanation seemed to me as crazy as everything that is happening now.

Because apart from that, nothing strange has happened to me in the last week. I lived my normal life. A very successful life for my 32 years. My whole life is work. As far as I can remember, I was always in business and I simply did not have enough time for my personal life. But he was a very successful investment banker and my job brought me excellent income.

A few days ago I had a fight with a Muslim woman at the bank where I worked. It seems like she needed a loan ... It doesn't matter. What matters is that she stuck to me. Besides, for some reason she came to the bank with her baby! I was just going to lunch, and she saw me leave my director's office and began to beg me.

I didn't understand her well, her English was terrible. In addition, I have never concealed that I have a bad attitude towards all Muslims. And when there were more of them in my country, I hated them even more. They came to our country and are behaving like at home! It is not right! In addition, her baby also seemed to support her and began to cry as soon as I started yelling at her. Perhaps more than Muslims, I hated babies and it pissed me off!

She tired me so much that I shouted at her and threatened her with deportation. I don't know how I would have done it, of course I lied, just to intimidate her. And it worked. She walked away saying something in her own language, glaring at me.