You want to hear something really fucked up? Two days ago I was at a party with my friends. We drank like animals, did a thousand crazy things, and ended up at a luxury casino on the outskirts of the city. We had an incredible streak. We won a fortune… and like good drunks, we thought it would never end.
One by one, we lost everything. We went from counting bills to repeating like idiots, “The next one is the good one.” When we had nothing left, the man at the table — the one who had taken all our money — looked at us with a cold smile and said something strange. No matter how hard I try, I can’t remember what it was. I only know that after he said it, I got up dizzy and left the table. After that… everything is fog. I think I passed out.
When I woke up, I was in an unknown room. Luxurious. Way too luxurious. Silk sheets, expensive furniture, and the smell of high-end perfume in the air. I tried to get up, but my body felt… wrong. Too light. The center of gravity had completely changed.
I looked down.
And there they were: two big, round, firm breasts, barely covered by a delicate black dress that left them almost fully exposed. My heart stopped. I ran to the mirror in the room next to the bed and what I saw froze my blood.
A beautiful woman stared back at me. Long hair falling over delicate shoulders, full lips, a narrow waist, and wide hips. She was wearing provocative lingerie that highlighted how erotic my new body was — a pair of exposed breasts and a sheer dress that left very little to the imagination. It was me. That sexy slut in the mirror… was me.
Panic hit me, and before I could process it, the door opened.
A tall man dressed in a black suit entered and looked at me without surprise.
“Hurry up. The boss is waiting for you,” he said in a dry voice.
“Who the fuck are you? Where am I?” I asked, and my new voice scared me even more. Soft, feminine, trembling.
He didn’t answer. He just reached into his jacket, pulled out a gun, and pointed it at me calmly.
“Take a bath and get ready. The boss doesn’t like to wait.”
Now I’m here, sitting in this huge bathtub, watching the water run over breasts that aren’t mine, over smooth legs, and over a body I still don’t understand. I don’t know how I ended up like this. I don’t know what happened after I passed out at the casino. I don’t even know if my friends are still alive.
All I know is one thing: I have to obey.
Because if the “boss” gets impatient… I have the horrible feeling that I won’t leave this room alive.
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