Stupid aliens - 2 (beta) (Patreon)

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/stupid-aliens-1-90929028

When I found out that Amanda was a prostitute, I was sure that this would not affect me in any way.

It turned out that I was where the real Amanda lived. How did I understand this? Easily. Every second resident of this settlement knew me... or rather, Amanda. Despite the fact that I was a completely different person since I recognized my old face on this body when I first looked in the mirror, nevertheless everyone recognized me as Amanda and treated me that way. It turned out that this helped me find my home... or rather, Amanda's house.

Although it would be more correct to say now that this was really my home. Why? Well, at first I myself was sure that this was all someone else’s, that I needed to find Amanda, that I looked like a freak with her body and my face. However, everything turned out wrong. In all the photos, even on my phone, even in real ones, I saw a photo of a girl whom I had never seen, but recognized my face in her. It seemed unrealistic, but the aliens apparently had such powerful technologies that they could even rewrite our reality! Damn it! Why don't they just give my body back? Why make it so complicated?

But I never received these answers. I contacted Amanda... or rather myself, and found out that it wasn't Amanda there either. They got everything mixed up there too! I was on the other end, but this person just couldn’t tell the truth because of the aliens’ blocking. But I realized that it was definitely not Amanda but someone else there. Crap. They got it all wrong here too!

Some time later I realized that I couldn’t change anything. Now I was Amanda - a prostitute. And I certainly didn’t want to start her work. It seemed like complete nonsense. But only until I started looking for another job in order to somehow earn money. I realized that Amanda... or rather, I had a lot of debts to the pimp and I needed to work them off! Damn it, what kind of Middle Ages is this! I am not someone's property, I am an American and I live in a free country!

And it's all true. I could have tried to hire a lawyer or go to the state police, because the police here in this small town had been bought and they were in cahoots with my pimp. One way or another, I had to... I had to start... or rather, go back to work as a whore and accept this inevitability.