Amala (Patreon)

Amala stood in front of an old scratched mirror in a small room that doubled as a shower room and a lavatory, and looked at her reflection, seeing her soft smooth young tanned skin, long hair that touched her small shoulders and neat young female breasts, which she already had hate, as well as their appearance during these difficult few days.

It seemed that only now she realized that all this was with her for a long time and most likely forever. Only now did she have a sharp insight, realizing that even her old friends do not remember who she once was and realizing that in this new reality she was always a poor Indian girl named Amala, and not a rich playboy and rich dad's son Jason Brown.

Curse... Spell... Vengeance... She had no idea what exactly it was, but someone had done it. And it could have been anyone, because as Jason, she had managed to make herself a reputation as an asshole who does whatever she wants. And of course, Jason had a lot of envious people and real enemies who hated him for his love of freedom, for his money that he received from his father and for how he used it, humiliating others and getting everything he wants.

That day remained and will remain forever in her memory. And now, standing in front of the mirror, out of habit cursing her inner weak little helpless body and hardly accepting her new humiliating social status, in which she was a nobody. Now she remembered very well how she woke up for the first time on this hard, uncomfortable sheet on the floor in this small room, into which the door from this shower-toilet opened.

She remembered how she fell asleep that evening the day before in the arms of another escort in her mansion and how she woke up here in an uncomfortable position in this strange body from some screams in Hindi, which she now knew very well, having lost all her knowledge of English.

Holding in her hands that strange robe she wore today, called a sari, there was despair and fear in her eyes. First of all, because if she really was stuck like this forever, then she was afraid of the future and was afraid of the consequences of her stupid actions that she had committed in these few days, trying to return her past life and behaving completely boorishly with her employers and neighbors in this little room, realizing that it can only make things worse and lose this job as a cleaning lady, ending up in some kind of brothel at best ...