Klara (Patreon)

Lewis was still experiencing terrible headaches after waking up from a severe hangover looking at his reflection in the large mirror, but at the moment that was the least of his worries. His hands slowly pulled the fabric of the tight dress, revealing more and more of his cleavage so that eventually he could clearly see his fake tits.

- No, damn it, no, no, no!

Lewis's loud, hoarse and obviously feminine voice resounded throughout the room as he examined his body in disbelief. Everything was wildly strange considering the fact that his face remained the same as before, as if someone had transplanted his head onto this body and done it in a way that was only noticeable to Lewis or those who knew him before.

*Beep - a loud unexpected sound rang out loudly throughout the room, causing Lewis to flinch a little

- Good morning Clara. This is the administration of the special project "Town". Thank you for agreeing to be part of our experience and we hope that your stay here will be comfortable. All the necessary information and the contract signed by you are located nearby on the table in this room

- What the hell is the experiment?! Hey! Can you hear me?! Fuck! This is kind of fucked up!

No one answered Lewis's cry and he was still left alone. Apparently it was a pre-recorded audio recording and the only chance to understand something was in those papers.

Looking around the room and taking a few deep breaths, Lewis once again felt the heavy female chest heaving with this movement, reminding that this was all for real. Looking around, cursing his long hair and straightening it, he finally examined the papers that actually lay next to him on one of the tables.

It took him even more effort to again take steps in high heels to this place and only then was he able to take these papers with his fingers with long nails

"Clara, welcome to Town - a place where the impossible is possible..."

Lewis didn’t like the beginning anymore, why the hell was he reading “Clara” for the second time as if it were his name. There was already a thought in his head that he needed to call Stanley, the head of the law agency that Lewis often used for his big business, but he had not yet found his phone number and besides, he did not remember his number, so he had to continue reading

"... we hope you enjoy your life here as "Klara Kowalczyk" and your profession as an "illegal prostitute", a more detailed description can be found below"

- WHAT!? Are you joking?! What the hell is a PROSTITUTE?!

*Beep - another sound was heard in the room and Lewis heard the door to the room open...

...

- Fuck this! I won't play your fucking games... And I certainly won't wear THIS! Damn, why is it so hard to get this shit off?! Fucking tits, fucking hair, fucking... belly button piercing?! Are you joking? You did that too?!... Don't look at me, you idiot!

Trying to maintain composure and appear stern, Lewis took off his tight dress with awkward movements, noticing how his artificial large breasts were dangling and shaking. He had no idea what he would wear, but he hoped that this “project representative” who came to him to explain the rules would give him normal clothes. Such spontaneous actions were typical for Lewis, who, thanks largely to his spontaneity at the right moments, achieved all the wealth that he had at the head of his company, so even now, without hesitation, he simply tore the rest of his clothes in order to quickly take them off and show his dissatisfaction

- Listen please, Miss Robinson, you...

- Stop calling me "Miss"! I'm fucking Lewis Burton! Do you know the company "Burton and Partners"?! I am the owner of this holding and if you don’t change everything back, then I swear, my lawyers and I will personally destroy this fucking expert of yours!

- I understand you, but still, please listen to me. I know this company and have heard similar threats addressed to me from other participants who, like you, ended up here, but everyone signed the agreement and therefore no lawyers will change anything, you can read everything yourself carefully.

- Fuck you! I read this fucking paper, it says... I don't even want to think about it! There's some nonsense written there!

- Not nonsense, but a role randomly selected by the computer... Oh, I understand, perhaps outside of this place you were Lewis and indeed you are a very serious figure there, but here this is not the case - now you are (looks at the tablet and reads) Clara Kowalczyk is a 42-year-old woman.

- This is bullshit!

- Believe me Clara, this may seem like nonsense at first, but you really are a fully functioning woman. Technology has now made your body completely suited to a new role, which you could read in the papers, namely (opens the tablet and reads)... oh...

- What's "oh"? Have you written this too? Fuck you, take me to your boss and give me some normal clothes!

Crossing his arms at his waist and completely undressing, Lewis said, wanting to discourage this oaf and realizing, judging by this man's reaction, that he had no other clothes for him.

...

- It's not much better than what I was wearing...

Lewis muttered dissatisfiedly as he left the locker room back into the room and finished putting on the dress that the representatives of the Town project gave him. After he threw a tantrum after waking up, the code “99” was activated, which was intended for such cases, and Lewis was brought to the main office. However, everything was not as he expected. Completely different people were already talking to him and in a much more serious manner.

They explained to him here in very clear and direct language that everything was legal. And they even showed CCTV footage of Lewis himself signing documents agreeing to participate in this experiment. He barely remembered it, but still recalled some details from yesterday's drunken evening in the company of his colleagues. He even recalled the details that they had some kind of argument after Lewis was informed about some kind of experiment in which people live as actors in other people's roles. He remembered how he laughed at this and bet a million that it was all nonsense, and if it was true, then he himself would take part in this experiment.

In response to attempts to change something and even talk to someone from the outside world, Lewis was told that this was all impossible - any disclosure of information from here was equivalent to high treason. The fact that he was drunk when he came here and even still felt a hangover did not bother anyone and he had no choice but to agree to stay in this project until the end

- What did you mutter there, bitch?

A guy Lewis saw for the first time spoke, causing him to raise his eyes and look at his surroundings. There were no more people from the agency, there was only him and a few other guys

- I... who are you?

- Look at this pussy, she doesn’t recognize her pimp. Guys, help her get to the car, it looks like this bitch is still drunk, she can barely stand on her feet. Hey bitch, you should drink less and...

With difficulty maintaining his balance on his heels, Lewis took a couple of steps towards this obese bastard who dared to talk to him like that, but before he could reach it he fell into the arms of one of the other people, who put his Legos on his shoulder and carried him out of this room.

...

For almost a week, Lewis listened to stories about how he was just Clara - a bitch and nothing more, an ordinary whore who had to do her job. His attempts to start a conversation with the pimp Jake and his guys about how this was all an experiment and not for real did not yield any results. At best, he received the answer that everyone must follow the rules if they want to get money and leave here happy. And this was true, most of the participants were here voluntarily and everyone hoped to receive a large sum of money after the end of the experiment. Therefore, few people wanted to really change something and help.

In addition, according to the terms of the contract, there was complete anonymity - no one knew anyone and did not have to tell anyone about who was who before. Lewis guessed that Jake was a girl before the experiment and even thought that he was a prostitute or something like that, this pimp lived into his role too well and knew too well what “Clara” needed to do. But she needed to go to work and start earning “fucking money”

Now was the first time that “Clara” finally found herself face to face with her client - the first and, as Lewis hoped, the last. Spreading his legs and revealing his panties from under a short black tight dress, he still could not believe that all this was for real, that all this was happening to him here and now and that all this was happening in the modern world, in modern America, in of which he was until recently one of the richest men in the world. And now... he spread his legs and waited for some man in a business suit to come closer and put his penis in his mouth.

He didn’t care who this man was before the experiment - now he saw a stranger in front of him, undressing with a malicious smile and telling him what to do. And he had every right to do so - the pimp had already taken money from him for an hour and promised him that “this bitch will do whatever you want.”

...

It was a warm sunny day. On the street, people were going about their business as usual - some were going to a cafe to meet friends, and some were returning from work despite it being a day off. Clara woke up today experiencing a similar feeling of déjà vu that she experienced a month ago - on the day when she woke up feeling her silicone tits for the first time and not yet knowing about the role that she would have to live for the next few months. But it was finally over - the experiment had come to an end and she was, to put it mildly, puzzled when she woke up this morning and still felt her breasts and did not feel that she had a penis.

For many passers-by on this street, it was not at all surprising to see such a girl here in such a revealing outfit. Although it was one of Clara's most modest dresses, she still stood out very much. The short skirt and large cleavage combined with her large breasts made her stand out. And of course she would have liked to wear something else if she had it at hand, but still there was little choice.

She woke up here, just like that day, in an unfamiliar apartment, except that this apartment was much worse. Scattered things, dirty walls and old furniture. Everything about this apartment was worse. Noticing that there was no one here, she discovered that, judging by the situation, another girl lived here, but did not find out and went outside.

It wasn't Town. It was New York, or rather the outskirts of this city, where disadvantaged residents lived. Crime and, of course, prostitution were everywhere here, largely thanks to this, no one attached any importance to yet another woman who went out onto the street in a dissolute manner. The only thing different about her was that she was puzzled.

A TV from a store near her house attracted Clara, in which she saw a news item where Lewis Burton was briefly shown. The report showed reports that mentioned that Lewis Burton, the head of Burton and Partners, had died and his body was found dead after a long search and his long vacation. It was clear from Clara’s face at that moment that she was truly in shock and even more so than on her first day at Town.

- Are you watching TV, bitch?

Said the familiar voice of Jake, a pimp from Town, and Clara immediately felt his hand grab her ass...

Jake told her that the project had indeed ended and by a general vote of their group, which included Clara, it was decided to leave them these lives and that all this was part of the contract. Of course, he received a storm of emotions from Clara and that she would sue and that all this was bullshit, but now they were outside the Town project and Clara could really do whatever she wanted, but he warned her that it would be difficult to do for many reasons.

Firstly, all of them were officially given new identities. Secondly, their old identities were destroyed. And thirdly, what was most important for Clara, she was now officially, and not just in the “Town” experiment, an illegal immigrant from Poland and even had a Polish accent in her speech, although she did not notice it. Jake was the only one at the moment who could really help her settle here, of course, if she continued to work for him.