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- No, I'm not going anywhere!

Jake said, waving his arms and trying not to pay attention to how his huge soft chest in a short open top was still shaking unusually.

- Miss Siomini, we apologize, but you must come with us to the airport. The ticket to Malaysia has already been purchased

- Stop calling me Miss! I'm still... damn, this is all so complicated. I still can't get used to it. I just woke up from this fucking procedure and now you want me to leave my home country.

- Well, now this is not your home country, and now everything is as it should be

- Damn it. Why the hell do you decide what is right and what is wrong? I grew up in the USA! I am an American citizen! I'm a man and... fuck! You're staring at my chest! What the hell, dude!

Jake was really angry. He already didn't like the fact that he had to agree to this body swap procedure because of the laws after it turned out that he and Hafiza were swapped at birth.

And everything had to go quickly and easily. Such procedures are no longer rare. But no one took into account that according to Malaysian laws, all citizens who undergo these procedures in other countries had to return to their homeland and undergo testing.

- And... and what kind of testing is this?

Jake said, exhaling and sitting down on a chair. The large breasts bounced at this, making Jake even more upset. Although he used to love big breasts, he now realized that he would soon begin to hate them

- I have no idea, the Malaysian government didn’t talk about this... Oh, by the way, you need to change your clothes

- What do you mean?

- That’s where your ticket is... um... mism Hafiza... heh

The jacketed agent handed the neatly folded clothes into Jake's hands along with an envelope that said "Hafiza Siomini" on it. Jake did not immediately understand that this was classic Malaysian clothing for women and a head scarf, which, according to all Muslim traditions, a woman should wear

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