Masha (Patreon)

- Seriously? Well, I do not. This time I won't believe you

I was sure that Gloria had decided to joke with me in her own way when I heard the sound of the front door to the apartment slamming. It was her style and with my hands crossed at the small of my back I just stood there and waited for her to return instead of running after her. How stupid it was on my part at that moment.

But how was I to know that she wasn’t joking this time and... damn it. Because of her, I ended up in complete shit. We used the Zulu Medallion together and at some point we began to come up with more and more unusual uses for this thing.

It was Gloria's idea to fly to Russia. Apparently she had already come up with everything then, but I was sure that this was just another quirk of hers. Despite this, I agreed to this dangerous flight. And after we arrived in Moscow, we boarded another plane and flew even further, then we boarded a train, and soon a small bus was taking us to some God-forsaken small town in Russia. She was preparing a surprise for me and I was incredibly interested in what it was this time.

When we finally arrived and settled into the apartment, she gave me a medallion and a piece of clothing. I realized that this was her idea of total immersion and role-playing. We did this often and often did it in other countries. And now it turned me on. I was surprised when I received a female body. I didn't like the gender swap, but Gloria pretended she had just switched clothes and laughed.

She suggested not to waste time and play a role-playing game “Russian whore and her client.” When she did my makeup, she asked me to evaluate how I looked. I was in the bathroom and looking in the mirror when I heard the front door slam.

I was sure it was part of her game. Even when she didn’t come back and I saw that my clothes had disappeared along with Gloria and the locket, and instead of my clothes on the bed there was a short skirt, tights, a thong with a bra and a short tight top. I was even more convinced that she decided to make this performance as realistic as possible in advance when I saw high-heeled shoes instead of my shoes, which fit me perfectly in size, like the rest of my clothes.

I dressed... and soon, without waiting for Gloria, I even went outside, although it was very humiliating in this form. One of the local men greeted me and pinched my forehead, calling me “Masha.” It seemed suspicious to me even then, but I thought it was just some local idiot.

It turned out that Gloria decided to leave me here alone! I don't know how, but everything was very well planned. I'm stuck in the body of a real Russian prostitute named Masha in an obscure small town in Russia. And my girlfriend had the medallion, who now flew to the USA along with the real Masha, who received my body and my life.

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As I stepped through the door, the reality of my situation settled like an unwelcome weight on my shoulders. The attire that clung to my body, a tight skirt, a revealing top, and the uncomfortable pressure of high-heeled shoes, served as a constant reminder of the role I now unwillingly played—the Russian prostitute named Masha.

I decided that I had had enough of these games and with a dissatisfied expression on my face I began to take off all these disgusting humiliating clothes. Like that would help me in my situation when my girlfriend pulled this on me. The randomly swaying huge breasts coupled with the stupid long hair only angered me more until I was finally left in only my panties and sat down on the bed to think about what to do next.

The sounds of the unfamiliar town outside filtered through the thin walls, but my attention was abruptly drawn to the creaking of the apartment door. I forgot that I hadn’t closed the door and was led away as a figure loomed in the doorway, outlined by the dim glow of the hallway. The man, a client seeking the services of Masha, cast an appraising gaze over my provocative ensemble.

His eyes, clouded with a mix of desire and anticipation, traveled the length of my figure. I could feel the weight of his gaze as well as my huge breasts, a scrutiny that made my skin crawl beneath the facade I had been thrust into. He was obviously a little surprised after he said something incomprehensible in Russian and began to take off his pants, placing several paper bills on the nightstand.

Attempting to maintain the illusion, I summoned a rehearsed smile, but it was more due to not knowing what to do and a feeling of fear. I didn’t want to think at all about what could happen next, but I already heard the client lock the door and everything was already beginning. It was difficult to think in this situation, I really didn’t know what would happen next

With each passing second, the reality of my predicament gnawed at my consciousness. The clock's relentless ticking reverberated through the room, underscoring the palpable tension as the encounter unfolded. The trappings of Masha's life, thrust upon me by Gloria's whims, now served as a disorienting backdrop to a nightmarish act that I had to play my part here and now...