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Mmm ... Oh yeah ... His ass is sexy. So I feel like everything is burning between my legs ... What ?! What a fuck ?! What the hell am I thinking ?! And why did I bite my lip so painfully ... Fuck. I have to do something. This is simply not possible. I really felt aroused looking at this guy's butt ...

But that ass is so sexy ... I wonder how his cock tastes? ... What ?! Stop! Stop! Just don't think about it. Just go and don't look around! I need to get to my house and find the answers to all this!

...

Despite the improbability of all this, Robert still guessed why he woke up this morning not at home, but in some unfamiliar apartment in this strange body.

Having a bad character yesterday, he allowed himself too much. Working as a gynecologist, he was almost not surprised at anything and usually calmly talked with patients. However, yesterday he was in a bad mood and asked this Russian girl if she had sex and other details of her personal life. He was very perplexed that she was not telling the truth. More precisely, he decided so, simply based on his stereotypes.

- Young lady. Although vryatli you can be called that. Please don't lie to me.

- What do you have in mind?

- She still pretends to be an innocent girl. Well, you obviously work as a prostitute and you have promiscuous sex. I need to document this in the medical examination and ..

- WHAT?!! What do you allow yourself!?! This is rudeness!

- Take it easy.

- I will complain about your work!

- What!? Haha! Some Russian whore is threatening me!

- If I'm in America and I'm Russian, then I'm a whore ?!

- Well, the probability is very high.

He truly did not understand her indignation. And he was sincerely offended by the fact that she had begun to talk to him like that and still threaten him. Their conversation had already turned to screams and of course his bad mood got worse. When she left and slammed the door, he himself wrote in her medical history everything that he thought about her.

...

In the morning, Robert was awakened by a nasty alarm clock ringing. It was definitely not a call from his expensive iPhone, but he was able to intuitively turn it off. He was embarrassed that he was not at home. But he was more embarrassed by the fact that when he got up in search of an alarm clock, he felt something pulling on his chest and saw two pairs of juicy large female breasts!

It was not possible, but it was real. Several times he tried to grope himself and try to wake up. I pulled my hair, hoping it was a wig and desperately searched for my cock where there was now a flat, incredibly sensitive vagina.

For several seconds he stood in front of the reflection in the small bathroom in disbelief. The mirror reflected a young woman with lush breasts and long hair. Her face was very similar to his masculine, but with feminine features. As if it were his young sister or daughter.

Rummaging in search of answers in the apartment, he tried to call himself on his number, but could not get an answer because there was not enough money in the account for this call. I found a passport in the name of "Svetlana Novikova" and it was a Russian passport. Only at that moment did he realize that he spoke Russian and that he could read the text.

All this alarmed and frightened him. It was impossible to access the Internet from a push-button telephone and he decided that he should return to his home. Only when he went out into the street did he realize that he had dressed differently. The short skirt and top, which barely covered his protruding nipples, did not seem vulgar to him when he found them among a heap of clothes to at least put on something. And only on the street he realized how humiliating it was when he caught the eye of one of the young guys passing by. However, at that moment his thoughts changed and he himself winked at that guy, but then quickly turned away realizing that he was doing something wrong.

But even turning away, he now and then saw different men and guys whom his gaze fell upon and he could not get rid of new navyashnye thoughts, not even noticing that he was not in America, but somewhere in Russia.