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I stood in shock trying not to do thoughtless actions and figure out what the hell was going on right now. An Arab man stood in front of me. Holding a small handbag in my hands, I just looked forward without moving in the hope that it was all just some kind of dream or something like that. I understood that this could not be, but the pressure of the bra straps on my shoulders under the clothes and the feeling of weight in the chest area made me understand that everything was really happening.

- Did you come here with your wife?

- Yes, does it matter?

- Certainly. We need her passport and we will give you two key cards for the room

It was strange to realize that I absolutely did not understand what this stranger at the hotel reception was saying, even though he certainly spoke English.

- Farida, bana belgelerini ver (Farida, give me your documents)

In fright, I looked at this man and for several seconds just said nothing with an open mouth. Everything has been happening too fast and strange since the moment I was here a minute ago. For the first time I heard a speech that I understood, although the language was definitely not familiar to me and seemed a stranger

- Kim? Ben? (Who am I?)

- Daha hızlı, kadın! (Faster, woman!)

Still not moving away from the shock and sensation, I already caught a new strange effect listening to my voice and the sound of the language unknown to me. But I didn’t have time to realize it all and think it over, because from his cry I returned to reality again. I really didn’t like the way he looked at me at that moment and the fact that he raised his voice. However, I realized that documents were needed and, apparently, they could only be in this purse.

In a confusion, I opened my purse and started looking for documents, feeling discomfort from long nails, but still I found something that looked like a passport. Taking out my foreign Turkish passport with trembling hands, I opened it on the first page and almost fainted when I saw my man's face in the photograph, only I was wearing a scarf and wearing makeup. Next to the photo was the name of Farida Demir of the same year of birth as me and of course in the column "gender - female"

...

A few minutes ago I was at a psychologist's session and told him about my experiences. In particular, I was greatly disturbed by my fantasies that sometimes I imagine myself as a woman.

- Yes ... and most importantly in these fantasies, in almost all, a man loses not only his masculinity, but also his social status and gets a bad situation

- Hmm .. interesting, for example?

- For example, he changes his race and becomes the obedient wife of some Arab husband of a tyrant

After listening to me at that moment, he told about his method of solving my problems and experiences, which seemed strange to me, but I still did not argue with a specialist.

It was like hypnosis, but it was not, according to him. He moved his hands left and right, and I had to follow these movements. This went on for several minutes until he snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself here in the lobby of this hotel.