I must... (Patreon)

Fuck! It's just fucked up! Some kind of madness! How?! How did it all happen so absurdly?! I still don't want to believe it. Am I… am I really going to suck and then have sex with my own body?! This is my body, my life! This is my company, but I can’t take it all calmly! Damn it, but I need to get everything back, and for this I need Samira in my body to use that face swap app again!

Samira worked for me as a secretary and I hired her of course not only for her knowledge but also for her great body. I really wanted to get under her skirt and apparently this was the main reason why I chose her then.

It was just for fun. I installed this strange app just because I was bored and I was interested in a feature that said simply and briefly - "try a different life." How could I know at that moment that when I used the photo of Samira from her resume, I would literally switch not only faces with her, but also find myself in her body!?

I will never forget the moment I clicked the "try a different life" button on the face swap app. A bright flash from the phone screen blinded me and the next moment I was already sitting at the workplace of Samira's secretary. Instead of a phone, I looked at the monitor screen and immediately felt discomfort in the chest area from the pressure of the bra. Long hair touched my face, and instead of my comfortable trousers, I was wearing a short, tight skirt and tights, under which I very well felt the uncomfortable thong cutting in the ass.

I remember how at that moment, with awkward steps, because I couldn’t walk in heels, I burst into my office as quickly as I could to see Samira’s surprised face on my body! She didn't believe me and thought she was me despite all my assurances and of course she denied using the face swap app because I would have done that too!

I had to accept the fact that I got Samira's life and that day I hobbled to her apartment, where she lived with her husband.

Damn.... This is unbearable. In one click, I lost everything and absolutely did not want to put up with the fact that I now became Samra for everyone - an immigrant from Iraq. Samira's husband ... or rather my husband, was against the fact that I was working and insisted that I quit this job and generally dress more modestly. Damn it, like I want to work as a secretary in my own firm and dress like a whore?! Of course not, but how else can I get everything back!? Samira in my body still denies the fact of using the application as far as I can see, she wants to fire me ... I understand her motives, because I would like the same thing if I saw that Samira would behave these days just like me now .

I need to do something... urgently... I don't want to, but I don't see any other way to gain Samira's trust and get my life back... I have to do this.