Luxurious life (Patreon)

- C'est... incroyable... (This is... incredible...)

Still in a state of disbelief, Marcus spoke as he finally found himself alone in the ladies' room of one of the most luxurious restaurants in Paris. His small fingers with beautiful black manicure slowly touched his smooth, delicate skin of the cheek and the same thing was repeated by the reflection of a beautiful girl in a red dress and bright red lipstick, the taste of which was just as felt as the new weight from the chest, the outlines of which were now visible in the reflection. .

Holding on and leaning with one arm to keep his balance in his high heels, Marcus tried to make sense of it all. Is all this true? And is it even possible that a black, beefy 30-year-old American man suddenly finds himself in the body of a French white woman?

Everything that happened was still in his head. An hour ago, he was in prison, sentenced to 5 years in prison. He sat in the prison yard and twirled in his hands some trinket that he had taken from one of the new arrivals some time ago.

"One wish" was clearly written on one side of this item and laughing, he showed it to one of his friends

- One wish! Well! Haha! If this is true, then I would like to have a luxurious life somewhere in Paris, and not all that is here ....

Without having time to finish, Marcus already noticed how everything around him began to spin, as if a sudden whirlwind could somehow change the whole picture of reality and distort everything around. But after a few seconds it was over...

At first, he did not believe his eyes when, instead of a prison yard, he saw luxurious walls and tables of an expensive restaurant around him. Elegant waiters walked around and everyone around was in smart clothes. Instead of the usual prison background, he now heard the pleasant calm lounge music typical of luxury restaurants.

- C'est tellement ennuyeux ici. Je veux vous embrasser (It's so boring here. I want to kiss you)

Unexpectedly for Marcus, a male voice spoke in French, which for some reason Marcus now understood. The words were not loud and even quiet, but since the stranger said it in such a way that Marcus even felt the vibration of the air currents at his ear, he flinched a little and was even more surprised when he turned his head towards the stranger and suddenly received a kiss on the lips. Unexpectedly, Marcus did not have time to do anything when the stranger just as quickly stuck his tongue into his mouth during the kiss.

- Qu'est-ce que tu fais?! (What the hell are you doing?!)

Marcus had only time to speak when the kiss finally ended and he found that one of his hands was lying between the stranger's legs and reflexively squeezing his aroused cock under his trousers.

Only after some time, Marcus was able to pull himself together and finally calmed down from the first shock to act according to the situation, going to the toilet and starting to try to somehow analyze what was happening, trying not to fall on his heels and not notice all these lustful looks of unfamiliar men in this institution which only made him worse.

He already guessed that the woman whose body he received lived a truly luxurious life, all this is exactly the desire he made. However, he did not know all the details that Monica had a luxurious life not because she was rich or even the wife of this stranger. Monica worked for an elite escort agency. And soon Marcus discovered that this was not a body swap at all and that reality itself had somehow changed so that there was not even such a person as Marcus here.