Sometimes in Internet (Patreon)

I didn’t think this was possible, although I knew that the Internet can be a very dangerous place. However, the fact that someone could steal not only your personal information but also your body seemed just crazy to me before. But now I understand that all this is real. Five years ago I became a victim of cybercrime, and my case was extreme. Not only were my credit cards stolen, but my identity and body were also stolen.

The day this happened to me, I had nothing to do at all, so I just sat on my bed with my laptop. I must have been really bored because I ended up on a chat site, something I didn't usually do. Anyway, I got poked by a very attractive Latina girl. Her name was Isabella, she was twenty years old, and she apparently really wanted to talk to me. We had spent about twenty minutes talking when it happened. I felt something pull me out of my body and throw me with enormous force. Suddenly I found myself in an unfamiliar room. "A? Donde estoy? Qué pasó?” - I said in confusion. Then I looked at myself and almost jumped: “Que es esto!?” I grabbed a pair of breasts that suddenly revealed “soy una chica!?” I screamed, not realizing that I had been speaking Spanish the entire time. I looked at the laptop in front of me and saw myself on the screen waving at me. "Hello cutie. Do you like your new body? I made sure to keep him in very good shape,” said the man in my body. "What have you done to me?" This time I asked in English, but with a very strong Mexican accent. “I swapped our bodies, and now if you don’t cooperate, you’ll never get him back,” the girl said in her own voice.

Over the next few minutes, I was forced to reveal all of my personal information, such as passwords or the names of my family and friends. When she had had her fill, I thought we'd go back, but apparently she wasn't going to do that. "It would be enough. Thank you very much for everything. It was fun chatting, but I’ll have to leave you right now,” she said. "Wait! Give me back my body!” I screamed. “Sorry, but that won't happen. Now this body is mine, what about you? Well, you are now officially Marianna Gonzalez. Good luck,” she said and hung up. "Wait!" I shouted, but was too late.

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For a while I just sat quietly, not believing that someone had just stolen my body along with my life. I had no idea how I would live as Marianne Gonzalez now. I knew nothing about this girl or her life, and I really didn't like the idea of being stuck in a woman's body. For the next three days I didn’t even leave the apartment, but one afternoon two police officers appeared at the door. It turned out that Marianne was in the United States illegally and was now deported. I didn't resist when the police took me outside because I didn't want any more trouble than I already had. Before I got into the police car, I saw Isabella smiling at me outside. It was clear that she only brought the cops to get rid of me once and for all.

I was sent back to Marianne's hometown in Mexico to live with her family. And here the biggest hell began. I was met at the airport by Rodrigo, Marianna’s husband, who was not very pleased with his wife’s return. Or rather, it was clear from his face. And this was understandable - Marianne literally humiliated him on the day she flew from Mexico with her lover to the USA, and one can imagine what Rodrigo was going through all this time.

I tried to explain to him that I was not the real Marianne, but it was very difficult to do. I needed somewhere to live, and Rodrigo was the only person I knew in Mexico now. I didn't have any money and I didn't want to start working as a whore or something just because I didn't want to live with Rodrigo. I had to make a choice and I decided that it was better to stay with Rodrigo. But he didn’t forgive Marianne, he just used me and laughed every time, forcing me to give him try-on blowjobs and more, and soon all this became my ordinary day.