No more bikes (Patreon)

- Oh no... no, no, no... it can't be. Is it just some kind of optical illusion or just a hallucination

Franklin said looking at the reflection in the glass cabinet, on which, although not so unambiguously, but recognizable for Franklin, it was not his reflection that was familiar to him - a 28-year-old biker 192 centimeters tall with big pumped up muscles, who has his own motorcycle sales business, who received it inherited from his grandfather.

Instead, he was surprised at him with her mouth open and repeating her entire movement in the mirror was Larisa - an immigrant from Russia, a petite 160 cm tall, 32 years old, a woman who once worked in his company as a storekeeper, whom he was forced to fire because of her too bad work. Officially... In fact, he fired her after Larisa started trying to blackmail him for money because she was fucking with him and supposedly was pregnant. Koneno Franklin fired her and was not going to pay her anything - she managed to fuck almost everyone for all the work in his company and was famous for being a very slutty and accessible girl. Even though he was paying her the minimum wage because of her illegal status, it was still too much.

Now, Larisa's tight dress was pressed tightly against Franklin's new, unusually thin, weak body and her breasts hung down with a strange weight, while Franklin examined his new reflection. Suddenly, the alarm clock beeped, or rather, a message pre-recorded by Larisa

"Haha. Gotcha. Now you will know what it means to be in my shoes. Although, or rather, this is not quite my body. You see, Franklin, or rather Larisa now, I took the body of Larisa back in Russia, when I wanted something new, but I soon realized that I wanted to go back to the USA when I realized that life in Russia is shit, and her husband turned out to be an asshole too.So I a few months ago, before you illegally hired me.For which of course thank you... hmm.. or rather me, haha. In short, I'll tell you the main thing. You are now Larisa Smirnova, and you are really pregnant. I warned you that it's better to help me. Of course, you can try to prove that the child is from you.. .

Damn, I keep forgetting that you will listen to this when you are Larisa. In short, Larisa, I think it will be difficult to do this in Russia, because I fucking, or rather you, have already received a notification from the immigration service and now they should come and pick you up. Therefore, good luck to you, Larisa. And don't worry, your language skills have changed and now you can easily speak Russian. It's one of the body swap tricks, haha. True, and now your English is as terrible as you remember when I worked for you"

In shock, Franklin listened to an audio message from Larisa, which was recorded on a recorder with a timer not far from where he was now, and picking up this recorder, Franklin immediately threw it away due to a small fire, which meant self-destruction of the recorder.