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Dressed in the uncomfortable clothes that Jurga usually wore, Alex forced a smile on his face as he was knocked on the boss's door. The now very familiar smell scent of stale coffee and aged paperwork filled his lungs. Although he had now gotten used to walking in heels and even doing some makeup, he still felt uncomfortable in these clothes, feeling how the bra straps pressed on his shoulders and how the air freely penetrated under his skirt. Jurga's breasts felt still very alien, constantly swaying with any movement. Every glance from anyone, especially a man, was still perceived by Alex as something wrong and humiliating.

"Jurga, we really need to talk about your performance," the boss started, leaning back in his chair and eyeing Alex with a critical gaze. Alex guessed that the conversation would be about something that would once again show Alex his new place and who she had become as a result of Alt Shift. Alex clenched his jaw, trying to maintain Jurga's usual reserved demeanor. He didn’t know what exactly the boss wanted to say, but he was terribly infuriated that now he had to listen to constant reproaches against “Jurga”, who was “nobody” here. The only thing Alex didn’t want was another blowjob or sex with his boss, so he tried to just smile, hoping deep inside that this would save him from another humiliating act.

Alex was a 22-year-old college student in the United States, captain of the football team. When Alt Shift happened Alex found himself in the body of a 32-year-old Lithuanian woman named Jurga, who at that moment was under this boss’s table and was s***g his dick.

Of course, Alex was shocked and, first of all, sent the boss to hell, while trying to hit him, although it was difficult for him to do so in this weak body. But after the global law on mass hallucinations, Alex had to accept the fact that he was now a Jurga and return to this job, starting to learn Lithuanian and learn more about his new life.

The boss of Jurga forgave “her”, at least that’s what he told “her” and often reminded that now he was “her” curator whose decision depended on whether “she” would be a full-fledged member of Lithuanian society or go to a correctional camp for correction, in who were essentially just harshly brainwashed.

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