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Sitting on a soft pillow in an old house, I could smell the pleasant smell of incense from incense sticks around. I didn’t want to move again, but all the same, the weight of these huge, beautiful, according to local residents, earrings was already too heavy and it was not pleasant at all to pull my earlobes. The short top almost did not hide my boobs, but on the contrary emphasized this element of my female figure.

Stretching my hand forward to better see my reflection in this little old mirror, I still had a hard time believing and accepting that it was indeed my reflection. The maid behind me continued to do her job to dress me up for the wedding ceremony. She continued to speak affectionately, looking at how my hand was trembling, that I looked great and that I did not need to worry so much, assuring me that Rajesh would very much appreciate my appearance and my body. But she had no idea that these words only made me more anxious.

If I saw myself from the outside, I would never have believed that it was really me. And who could say looking at me now that I am not an Indian woman from the last century, but a 27 year old guy from 2021 Franz from Hamburg, which is located in Germany. It was all wild and strange for me, and every day it only got weirder.

I remember how a few days ago I ended up in this body after Professor Schmidt's experiment in the university laboratory and at first thought that it was just a game of my imagination or a virtual reality or ... hell, I had no idea what to think about at that moment. This weight on my chest under a strange garment called a sari, strong bright makeup and ... and somehow I spoke in Hindi, while it sounded the same to me as before, but I understood everything ... I don't know how explain exactly, but it looks like you hear a word for the first time, but you already know exactly what it means, and when you try to speak, you say something else instead of normal speech. It was very strange, but now I have already adapted to it a little.

What I could not adapt to and accept is that I was in the body of this woman a few days before her wedding and now was just that day. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, but I hope the professor finds a way to get me back before I ... no, I don’t want to even think about it. 

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Zagros

Things will be so much better after the wedding when you fully accept your new life as a wife.