Nadine and me (Patreon)

I liked Nadine. And this applies not only to her especially beautiful oriental appearance, and not only to the fact that she had outstanding buffers. No, I liked to communicate with her and of course I liked sex with her. We met not so long ago, but everything went like clockwork, which is amazing. Because usually my relationships with girls did not drag on for a long time. And then suddenly she! Beauty and with an interesting character and a special mind! God, I just immediately fell in love with her! At least that's how it seemed to me.

It all started when Nadine told me about her secret bauble that allowed her to switch bodies. At first I did not believe her, but when I was in her body and saw her laughing in my body, then of course, after a huge shock, I realized that it was true.

Usually we used it only for sex or some kind of role play. And when Nadine asked me to take an exam with one of the teachers instead of her, I was against it. I could barely bear the thought that it was even possible, and now she asked me to pretend to be her.

This is not to say that I did not enjoy sex in her body. It was strange... but still we knew each other and for me it was a huge experiment that showed me the other side.

But on the other hand, it was terribly uncomfortable for me to be in her body. Her huge boobs that dangled uncontrollably with every movement and the shaking of her ass... hell, I'm not saying that every time it was strange for me not to feel my cock. And I did not want to linger in her body for a long time.

But still, I... probably loved her... And so I agreed to this crazy adventure

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As modest as possible, trying to hide the prominent parts of "Nadine", I sat silently looking at an Arab-looking man - "metamaths teacher" Kemal, as Nadine told me

- So, Nadine Smith, what is your name now?

It was an odd question from the "teacher" Nadine referred me to. And why did he say "now". And what a strong accent he spoke with. Oh well, it doesn't matter, I just need to pass the exam and leave. Yes, I am strong in math and I was preparing to take the exam instead of Nadine now.

Of course, I was surprised that the exam was supposed to take place not at the university, but in some apartment, but I had no reason not to trust Nadine and her words that it was just an unusual exam and she had difficulty agreeing to pass and I ..

...

... and I believed her words that this was her last chance to stay at the university.

- Yes

I answered quietly, wondering what else to say. My voice hurt my ears, or rather the voice of Nadine, which now belonged to me and I tried not to talk much, hoping that they would just give me a written assignment, and then I would leave.

The "teacher" silently walked around the room from side to side. Trying to save "face" I smiled a little to defuse the situation, which for some reason became tense from a gloomy man. Looks like Nadine wasn't on the best of terms with this Kemal, and that's no surprise - she was really bad at math.

Why do I remember this way here and all these views of others... I wish it were all over by now. Damn it, how uncomfortable it is for me to be in her body and in these tight clothes! I can't get rid of those looks on the street. Damn... I just wanted to go underground and hide those huge boobs that couldn't be hidden in these clothes. Well, at least I'll take off my shoes (Taking off one of the uncomfortable sandals, I stopped from the sharp voice of the "teacher" looking at him)

- Ha... amerikalı fahise! (American whore!)

I had no idea what this man was saying, but his tone and face showed undisguised contempt. The "teacher" looked at me angrily when I looked up and I saw that his gaze was directed at my feet. God, what's wrong with me deciding to take these shoes off? They are squeezing! I already agreed to wear those stupid clothes because of Nadine! And what did he just say.

How can you afford this!

This tone clearly crossed all conceivable and inconceivable boundaries! The "teacher" obviously confused something, I just came to take the exam and nothing more. And what a strong oriental accent he now had ... Is he ... is he really a teacher?

Silent scene with my silence and attempts to smile only led to the fact that he quickly walked towards me. Grabbing my hand, he lifted me off the couch and...

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...grabbing my hand, he lifted me off the couch and led me into another room. My God, the worst thing I could ever imagine was happening! This "teacher" wants sex from Nadine, and apparently without waiting for me to begin, he took me to the bedroom! Damn, damn, damn! What a weak body this is, I can’t escape from his hands at all and he doesn’t pay attention to my screams at all

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What the hell is he doing!?

- I'll complain to the police!

Already from hopelessness and in some kind of delirium, I screamed like some kind of weak, clumsy girl who is being used, but she is trying to resist

- İstediğin yere şikayet et fahişe! (Complain wherever you want, whore!)

- Stop talking in your terrorist language!

I was not going to give up and fought with all my might, trying to save the honor of Nadine and... and of course my honor as a man! Of course, I slept with Nadine in this body, but what was happening now was sheer nonsense! And I'm not some kind of gay to sleep with men, even in the body of Nadine!

However, apparently my last phrase had an effect, and he stopped displeasedly and looked at me, ceasing to scour the suitcases in search of something.

- Hold on!

He threw me some clothes, which I naturally threw aside. I don’t understand what this goat wants from me, and now I generally doubt that this is a real teacher, because he is behaving extremely crazy! First, he forcibly took me to this room, then undressed me, saying something in his incomprehensible language, and then threw me on the bed, threatening that if I got up, it would hurt! And damn it... It's all Nadine's body and I didn't want it hurt and Nadine felt pain. Moreover, apparently, this asshole was not going to fuck me, but began to scour the suitcases in search of something ... In the meantime, I tried to find ways out, thinking that if I quickly get up and run to the door, I can get out. But my attempts were unsuccessful

- This is the outfit of a decent woman! Zahra! And don't pretend you don't understand Turkish!

Turkish? Zahra? What the hell is he talking about?...

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...This...this is going too far. How? How is this possible? I just can't wrap my head around everything that's going on. This is real madness.

First this "teacher"... this asshole made me take off all the make-up that Nadine did so diligently... Or rather, call her Zahra now... Fuck... Then he made me put on these Muslim clothes, threatening me every attempt in disobedience.

And now... Now I am in the police station, in the toilet, in the body of Nadine, although it is more correct to call her Zahra. And I understand that I do not understand anything!

The police did not believe me, or did not want to believe and listen when I said that I did not know this man and that he forced me to go with him and do what he said. Although, of course, they looked inquiringly at Kemal, but he explained to them that this was just a hysteria of a "stupid woman." They only condemned him for sexism, shaking their heads a little and saying that this is not accepted in the USA, but they did nothing.

And I understand why! When they showed me the data on Nadine, I was shocked! It turns out that Nadine was on the list of missing persons and lived illegally in the US under the name Nadine, and her real name was Zahra! And Kemal... Kemal was her true and legitimate Turkish husband! And now, so that there would be no fines, he agreed to take his wife, that is, Nadine ... hell, Zahru ... me from the USA to Turkey!

I couldn’t even call my, apparently now ex-girlfriend ... They didn’t give me permission to call and threatened that if I said even a word, they would put me in a temporary cell of prisoners and send me to Turkey, but on harder conditions!

Well, at least they let me go to the "ladies" room, and only here I could at least somehow collect my thoughts. However, looking at my reflection, I saw Nadine... Fuck... I can't believe that she deceived me and... it seems this was her real plan... it seems that's why we started dating so quickly! Hell! How is it, how is it?!

I was already starting to hate Zahra, and looking at the reflection, this hatred only intensified! I want my body! Your life! God! I can't live in a woman's body, especially with those huge boulders of breasts, and pretend everything is fine! I... can I really expect the life of a Turkish Muslim wife from a traditional family in the near future! This Kemal! Nadine's husband... Zahra! Damn it, I can't get used to it! He will... fuck me and I... no! Not! I need to get out of here before it's too late! But how?!

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Zahra deceived me like a child... It was now too obvious. Now that I was in Turkey in the apartment that Zahra once lived in before she ran away from her husband to the US and started living under the name Nadine.

God... I tried to contact her constantly, but she deleted all contacts from facebook and my other social networks and turned off her phone number. She even told my friends and parents that someone on "her" behalf can write to them and talk nonsense about body swaps! I couldn't even prove it to my parents.

I am already silent about the fact that it was difficult for me to even somehow get in touch with my friends. Here in Turkey it was different. And Zahra ... I lived with her husband in a very small town with the usual traditional way of life, where modern Western "free" views were not welcomed! Therefore, it was even simply difficult to find the Internet here, especially for me, because everyone considered me a traitor and an "American whore" who fled to the West, whom Kemal forgave and did not dishonor the honor of the family, or what is it called here ?! What is all this nonsense ...

But I have to admit that I'm stuck like this. And stuck indefinitely. I... I don't want to think that it's forever, because as before, despite the fact that I've been in Zahra's body for a long time, men still don't turn me on and irritate and infuriate all these huge boobs and especially the fact that I have to wear these traditional clothes. Even at home, "husband" forbids me to take off my headscarf! It's kind of crazy, but I have to endure it.

I perfectly understand that no one here believes in my attempts to tell the truth and perceives it as a joke at best, and at worst ... I don’t even want to talk about it

I am completely dependent on Kemal. I don’t even have free money, and especially after I contacted my family in the USA, it became difficult for me to find at least some money at all. Mullet controlled everything strictly.

And also... I also feel like I'm... damn... I can't believe I'm even thinking about it... but it looks like I'm pregnant... Kemal did his best the first time he came here... and during the second ... and the third ... at some point I became indifferent to this. But pregnancy! No... I... I don't want to...

- Zahra! Why are you sitting here!? The house is dirty! You are not the owner at all!

With a terrible accent, my "husband" shouted in the usual manner and brought me out of another, already rarer than before, stupor and reflections on my life