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It was a freakin 'weird situation when Emily caught Charlie in his office. Charlie was still in this female body and had no idea what to do next. It had only been a few minutes since he pressed the "Start" button on his monitor screen and suddenly changed into a girl whose body parameters and clothes he had chosen on the "ChooseYourWay.com" website. Emily came in at the wrong time just at that moment while Charlie examined his new body in shock, trying to still understand whether this is true or false.

- Well ... I ... uh ... I ...

- So, I don't like it. Where is Charlie ?! Can you answer normally? And after all, who are you and what are you doing in Charlie's office?

Emily's persistence only added to the nervousness of the already strange situation. It is clear that Emily also saw Charlie's new look and he could not tell her the truth, because it still seemed to him complete nonsense. However, it was necessary to somehow escort her out of his office and somehow explain all this.

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Damn it, what should I tell her? Why the hell did she break into my office without knocking! Emily should certainly learn to respect her boss. But we must somehow get her out of here and understand what the hell happened to me, until she ruffled everyone that she saw an unfamiliar girl in my office

- I'm ... I'm ... I'm Charlie ... (with a short pause, looking at Emily's raised eyebrows and taking a loud gulp, I had to continue) ... I mean i Charlie's new secretary ... um ... Charlotte Hans

Hans is the first thing that came to my mind, nevertheless, I recently finished negotiations with my German colleagues, before going to this strange site, but fuck, secretary, seriously ?! Maybe it's because I've always wanted a secretary, but I do not have such a big company for this.

- Yes, I know that of course. Maybe you didn't quite understand my question.

Und wo ist Charlie am Ende? (And where is Charlie in the end) - Emily said with a smile

- Um, what?

- Don't you speak German? Huh. Sorry, I couldn't resist. It's just that I just started learning German ... I hope it didn't offend you? You don't speak German ...

- What? Of course I speak German. Hab dich nur ein bisschen missverstanden (Just a little misunderstood you)

- Haha. How cool! Can I practice German with you sometimes? You don't mind?

- Ähm ... Lass uns bitte noch Englisch sprechen. Verstehst du mich? (Um ... Let's still speak English please. Do you understand me?)

- Ja Ja Ja. Natürlich verstehe ich dich (Yes, yes, yes. Of course I understand you) But okay. I think I have a terrible accent ... We are still in America. Nice talk, I love your language. Hehe. So Charlotte, did Charlie tell you where he went? 

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- ... I think I have a terrible accent ... And we are still in America. Nice talk, I love your language. Hehe. So Charlotte, did Charlie tell you where he went?

Why the hell does Emily keep on speaking in an incomprehensible language? Why did she speak with a strange accent at the beginning? What the hell is this? And she ... she said she knew me. Fuck. We must drive her out faster. Is she staring at my ... chest? Chest ... this is all so weird.

- Charlie wird jetzt da sein, er ging in die Speisekammer und ... (Charlie will be here now, he went into the pantry and ...)

...

Before he could finish, Charlie heard the door from his pantry open and a man came out. Trying not to show it, Charlie just cut off his speech without even noticing that he was speaking in Swedish and stared at the back of the man coming out with his back. But soon the shock was even greater when Charlie saw himself after the man turned to face them.

- Oh, Emily. Did you want something?

Ignoring the real Charlie, who was trying to figure out what was going on, the man turned to Emily by placing folders with papers on the table.

- Yes, Charlotte said you were in the warehouse. I wanted to ask about the corporate party

- Oh, Emily, well, this is completely out of place right now. I have so many things to do. Let's discuss it tonight. Hey charlotte help me

Not understanding both of them, Charlie watched in shock. His breathing from the nervousness and strangeness of the situation became rapid to such an extent that he was about to pass out

- Um ... Charlotte. Ay. I'm talking to you

- Ich bin? Sagst du mir das? Was ist ... was ist los? (Me? Are you ... are you telling me this? What ... what's going on?)

But thank God Emilia was still there

- Charlotte? Haben Sie Englisch vergessen? (Charlotte? Have you forgotten your English?)

- Natürlich nicht! Ich kann Englisch! (Of course not! I know English!) Vu chust sbeak zome schtrange language

Charlie spoke with a strong German accent, and this time he noticed it himself, because even these words he had to remember how to pronounce it.

- Strange language? Charlotte, it's actually a little inappropriate for you to say that.

- Now hunderstand

Slowly, with an accent that he didn’t even notice and still trying to remember the correct words, Charlie was trying to somehow do something so that he could be alone again and again sit at his computer. But what he saw in front of him was already completely impossible. 

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Leaving my own office in a mother-in-law attempt to figure it out, I seemed to be doing what was required, although I realized that it all looked wildly strange. However, as if it seemed only to me.

After a little dialogue with myself and Emily, I left MY office with my accountant. I was in this body for only 10 or 15 minutes, no one could know or see me before, but judging by the reaction of Emily and all my employees, there was nothing surprising for them.

Reaching her desk, Emily sat down at the computer, continuing to tell me something that I did not even listen to, looking at my subordinates at that moment and how they completely did not react to me. Only a few of my male co-workers glanced at me, but it was definitely not a look of surprise. These looks embarrassed me, especially from the feeling of the heaviness of my new chest and strange movements beyond my control. How I wanted to cover this stupid neckline at that moment.

-... That's what I mean. Look? Charlotte, are you listening to me?

- Ja of courze. I kot ein little distracded. Arh! Can vu rebeat?

- Damn it. You repeat! Repeat! Not kot, can!! you c-a-n!

It was Jason yelling. The youngest and most joker in our team. I don't know what he was counting on, but at the moment it seemed completely inappropriate for me when he shouted it out. Does he teach me how to speak correctly ?! What the fuck !?

- Did I zay zomezing vrong ?!

- You say something wrong! Yes! S-o-m-e-TH-i-n-g! That's right!

- Calm down Jason (Emily intervened at last), Charlotte is trying! Unlike you, she was not born here!

- Not porhn here?

- Haha. Yes, Sheri, no p**rn here! Haha. Especially German. Although I think everyone would be unhappy to see it

 This time, my other co-workers could hardly restrain their laughter. I even realized myself that now I had an accent because of which the word "born" sounded not at all the way I wanted. 

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It was the strangest hour of my life. Nobody thought that I was superfluous here and everyone was sure that I was really now the secretary that Charlie had hired, that is, I myself, or rather that Charlie, who would not refuse, was now here and was sure that he was me.

I even had my workplace. Small and in the most inconvenient place, so that everyone can see my monitor. However, this table has never stood here either. I've already done a few errands for Charlie and even made coffee. I tried to sort my own mail only now on behalf of "Charlie" and wrote down my own meetings and plans. What I did myself, now I did only for "Charlie". Damn all this already bothered me. I had to go back to my office and re-launch that site ... Because the Internet was blocked from my new computer ... and I even understood why. I blocked it to everyone so that everyone would work and now I myself fell into this trap.

But why did Emily not remember at all how surprised at me at the beginning and now also thought that I had always worked here? I needed to find out and of course I took this opportunity when I was alone with her to discuss it.

- Emily, put vu vere asking me vo I vas ven vu Hentered zee office?

- It's so hard to understand ... what do you mean that I asked?

- Ja. Arh! I'm not Charlotte Hans.

- What nonsense. Who are you then?

- I'm Charlotte Hans. Vat ... nein, I'm Charlotte ... damn. Vy can't I tell zee truth?

- Because you are Charlotte. God, what's wrong with you? Maybe you will go home early today? You don't live alone, do you?

- Damn... mein vife ... vat i tell her?

- Wife? Maybe you meant your husband?

- ... Ja, ja ... mein huspand, of courze ... (lowering my eyes and grabbing my chest, I answered sarcastically with an ironic smile) ... zomeone must grab zeze tits 

- Do not understand you? What does this all mean? Why are you ... God Charlotte... (Emily looked at me with a sweet and surprised look that read pity)... This is certainly none of my business .. But have you divorced your husband? 

- Nein nein nein! Of courze not! Mein marriage is okay! I haffe ein great vife ... Arh ! I mean huspand ...  it's chust zuber veird ...

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Not noticing how on the ring finger of new small palms Charlie appears a ring, the dialogue continued

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Not noticing how on the ring finger of new small palms Charlie appears a ring, the dialogue continued. Charlie did not understand, or pretended not to understand, that all his words during this hour were being realized in a new reality. Although it was obvious if you just tried to think soberly, and not try to think that this was all some kind of nonsense and a strange dream, as Charlie tried to do. It was too difficult to remain calm while trying not to notice how, for example, the straps of the bra press on his shoulders, trying to restrain rather heavy, appetizing and soft boobs and at the same time literally feel the glances of his male colleagues, who were his former subordinates, with a completely different attitude and attempts at conversation.

Of course, if Charlie read the license agreement, which of course no one reads when starting to use any software product, he would know that the site "ChooseYourWay.com" in which he created his new body mentioned in the license agreement that during the first two hours, the reality will be transformed depending on the words spoken to someone. And it was in red underlined bold. In much the same way, it was highlighted that after two hours the site would no longer exist in this reality in order to avoid abuse among users who decided to use this site to change their lives.

Thank God or not, we will not know this anymore, but after that conversation with Emily, Charlie no longer spoke out loud to anyone and anything that could somehow still affect his new life, his new path, which he he chose for himself, not realizing the consequences.

If Charlie still read this agreement, then everything that happens to him would have at least some logic and he would certainly not be so surprised at everything that happens, and maybe even used it more prudently.

Also, knowing all this, Charlie would not have been surprised by the sudden appearance of his "husband", when, after returning home, he discovered more and more information about himself.