Special contract - part 2 (Patreon)

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/special-contract-80394303

Part 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/special-contract-83546721

- hadha hu alkalb! (That's bullshit)

I did not hesitate in expressions, looking at the bewildered face of the translator from Arabic to English and the questioning looks of agents in jackets from the special squad "Town"

- lan 'awqieahu! tarjamuha 'iilaa al'iinjiliziat lahum! (I won't sign it! Translate it into English for them!)

I was still unaccustomed to my language in which I spoke and seemed strange. Damn it, I've been an American all my life before these...scientists, bitch, did this to me! I don't fully understand how this was even possible, but ok, I signed that contract myself.

I did everything they said - lived in the house they put me in, tried to raise a small baby and be a fucking MOM. I even slept in the same bed with a "husband", who was at least also in the same position as I was before a woman.

I noticed that my face began to change even in the first days of being in a new body, but did not attach such importance to this until it became completely obvious and when I hardly recognized my former features and now looked completely like an Arab Muslim woman. None of my friends would recognize me now!

And when I told the management of "Town" about it, they took me here and let me sign these stupid papers! I thought they would explain something, but all I understood from the explanation was that they were going to send me to Iraq! Me and my "family"!

On the table was already ready a passport in my name, which I wore in this city - Jamila Karim. Damn it, I hate that name!

All these two weeks I dreamed only that all this would end faster. It's terrible and humiliating. And those huge breasts they gave me for some reason! I still cannot walk and even sit quietly, their weight is simply impossible and it is impossible to hide them. Although only my "husband" saw me and I left the house only with my face covered and in a headscarf, I still felt restless, because even so it was impossible to hide and not feel with the eyes of strangers, whose words and speech I did not even understand, because that he no longer spoke English.

But today I decided when I was going to come here that I had enough and I want to stop this experiment and get my money, so I did not wear this stupid Arab outfit and headscarf and found something simple. But they... they want to send me to Iraq?! Well, I do not! My homeland is the USA and I will not leave here anywhere! I'll take my money and they'll change me back!