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Michael Marconi was no longer pleased with the fact that he decided to go to this old witch Claudia, succumbing to the persuasion of his mistress Stephanie. Stephanie had told him for a long time that this powerful witch could do a lot. Although he did not believe that the witch could somehow make the police stop looking for him for all his criminal problems, he decided to succumb to Stephanie's persuasion.

Michael knew that his faithful companions were waiting for him outside the door, who would be with him to the end, and that, left alone with the witch, he was completely safe. Meanwhile, Stephanie was waiting for him in the car. What can this old fool do?

- Close your eyes darling...

Claudia said softly, ignoring how brusque Michael was.

- Ugh. OK.

Michael closed his eyes, but not for long. He did not want to stand in this position for a long time and therefore it did not last long, just a few seconds.

Opening his eyes, Michael still saw how the witch was also sitting in front of him and drinking tea. Why the hell was she asking him to do this? During the time he was here, the witch only listened to Michael and did nothing but make herself tea. And now she was sitting at the table and drinking from a mug of tea like a few seconds ago, when she asked Michael to close his eyes.

- You must be mocking me?!

Michael shouted menacingly, noticing that his voice was somehow different .. somehow higher and more feminine. The witch just grinned at Michael.

- I think you got what you wanted, dear.

Michael wanted to answer her, but his mind shifted to something else. There was something strange about his body. Some strange new weight appeared in the chest area and his clothes became somehow different ... somehow less comfortable.

Sharply looking down, Michael was dumbfounded by what he saw. It was a female bust! Big female boobs now blocked his view so that he could not even see what was below. Long hair touched his face and shoulders, blocking his view and getting into his eyes uncomfortably.

Grabbing his new large breasts, Michael felt a strange rush of new sensations from the high sensitivity of the nipples, which were barely hidden under this transparent top. His hands clenched in surprise at the soft female breast that was now part of his body.

Exploring his body further, Michael realized that he definitely was no longer in his usual business suit and definitely no longer had a female body.

“What…what the fuck did you do, you stupid old bitch!?”

Michael continued loudly without restraint, exploring more and more of his body and clothes, touching his skirt and trying to maintain balance in high heels.

At that moment, the door to the old witch's house opened and Michael's associates entered the room unceremoniously. While Michael was examining himself, he did not notice how one of them abruptly took his hand and led him to the exit.

- What are you... what are you doing!? Hey, let me go!

Michael squealed, trying not to fall on his heels and absurdly following one of his guards, who was now so recklessly leading him to the exit. It was strange and unusual, he was treated like some kind of shit, by those who, until a few minutes ago, feared him the most and respected him as a boss.

- The boss is waiting in the car and said that it's time for you to finish the bitch.

Boss? Waiting in the car? Bitch? And why is Michael's subordinate behaving so badly with him? What happened? So many questions and not a single answer that would somehow explain what was happening to Michael, except that it was all because of this witch, who was now sitting and drinking tea, quite looking at this action.

...

It was the first time Michael had been so scared in his life. Probably something similar he experienced only when he was still a boy, but now. Now it was something new and completely different from this feeling. It was really fear. The fear that he is unable to change something and that all this is becoming his new reality. But still, Michael was more affected by fear from Stephen.

Michael sat waiting for this Steven to come into the room, the man who was in his car when Michael was taken out of the house and who seemed to have now stolen Michael's life and taken his place in this reality. Of course, Michael would never have put on these humiliating clothes if he had not received several blows to the face and stomach from his now former subordinates. And he wouldn't have done it if he hadn't seen how Stephen literally killed them almost immediately without thinking.

The rest of the way to Michael's house, he sat in shock and numbness, feeling the hands of this Steven on Michael's knees, then on his huge female breasts, then between the legs in the vagina.

'Put this on while' was still in Michael's head as he changed in his own house, which apparently was no longer his and now sat waiting for Steven. At last the door opened and Steven entered the room slowly and imposingly.

- Arise

Steven spoke slowly while looking at Michael. Getting up was as uncomfortable as feeling those huge breasts and those ridiculous clothes. But Michael realized that it was better to obey this man when he saw a gun from his pocket and remembered the fate of his former subordinates.

- Who are you?

Michael spoke softly, gathering his remaining masculinity into a fist.

- Why are you standing so strangely? Learned to walk in heels? Crap! We're already late because of your stupid witch. Why did I even listen to you and go to her. Although I still had to kill those two, so... It doesn't matter. Why are you standing there and staring at me, come here and suck while we have time and before we leave. I love that outfit of yours, haha.

...

Michelle still did not fully believe that her new life was now forever like this. It's only been a few weeks since she entered the old witch Claudia's hut as a powerful mobster named Michael and left as an escort named Michelle.

She silently already knowing that Stephen would enter the door was sitting waiting on the bed, when suddenly the door opened and not the one she was waiting for entered.

- Jason? You?...

Michelle said in surprise and sadness, looking at the one whom she still considered her son, although now this was no longer the case. She saw Jason's eyes on her and on her breasts, which she hated as much as her weak defenseless body.

- Yes, but what is it? Father said that I can choose who I want and I chose you. Although he was not pleased, I am still his son. Hah.

Jason slowly took off his clothes, ignoring the stunned Michelle, inside of which a storm of emotions arose.

Michelle understood that she could not change anything now. She will have to have sex with Jason. She will have to suck, jerk off and do whatever Jason wants. It was disgusting to even imagine, so she strongly hoped it was all a joke.

It was hard for her even to accept the fact that she was no longer Michael. Yes, she guessed and realized that Stephen is Stephanie, who stole her life with the help of this old witch. But... but that was all she could do. The whole reality has changed. Even her own son now thought Stephen was his father just like everyone else. Stephanie stole Michael's life and made Michelle out of him.

The moment Michelle realized this, she immediately began to try to threaten Stephen and of course act the way she usually used to behave when she was still Michael. But all this was in vain. Here she was just a busty escort, although in fact practically a slave to Stephen. She was completely under his influence and was forced to do whatever Stephen said.

Michelle even began to doubt whether Stephen was Stephanie before or not. The new Stephen behaved so convincingly, as if he had always been the head of a mafia gang all his life.