Old apartment (Patreon)

My name is Michael, I am 27 years old and this was my first business trip. When this happened, I was in a rented apartment that the company rented for my stay. I didn't really like this apartment right away, it was clearly not new and many owners saw the furniture in it. But I did not argue with the management, in the end I was only here for a week and I only planned to spend the night in the apartment, because there was a lot of work.

I was lying on the bed with a laptop and suddenly I heard some strange noise coming from a cabinet with a mirror. The noise was short and stopped quickly. I quickly got up and opened the closet, but there was nothing there except some kind of switch. I turned it on and off several times, closed the cabinet and lay back down.

I noticed something strange, for some reason my reflection was not in the mirror. I looked closer and saw in the mirror that someone was entering my room, but no one was there. This happened very quickly. In the mirror were a naked man and a woman. She led him by the hand and then lay down like a dog on the bed, and the man sat down behind. I was not going to watch it all and shouted to them to stop. It seemed absurd that people were reflected in the mirror, but I had to do something.

Nobody paid attention to my cry. I got on all fours on the bed and crawled a little to the cabinet with the mirror

- Hey! You there! Can you see me?!

I shouted louder and this time the girl raised her eyes and began to look directly at me. She looked at me in surprise and then pulled her hand to the mirror. She said something, but I didn't hear. I also pulled my hand towards the mirror and as soon as I touched it, I got an electric shock. It was a weak current and I did not pass out.

I was in the same position, but something was not right at all. I felt something in my ass, something that definitely shouldn't be there. I opened my eyes and saw that in the reflection there was still the same girl with a man in the same position, but she looked somehow differently than before.

- Miss? You ... What ...

I wanted to continue, but I realized that when I speak, her mouth is speaking in sync with me and that a foreign object in my ass is moving. I felt the weight on my chest, as if something had been attached to it and now it sways from side to side in time with the object in my ass.

...

I didn't want to believe it, but that was the most logical thing. Somehow we swapped bodies with this girl. I was in the same room, even the furniture here was the same, but I clearly realized that the man was doing something to my ass in the reflection, and especially when he touched me and I felt it.

I wanted to get up, but I only managed to lift my upper body a little. I saw my hands, which were tightly pressed to the bed and the muscles were tense, as if they were completely different, thinner, weaker and without hair.

I wanted to turn my head, but at that moment I felt a pain on my head. Someone pulled my hair

- Yes Yes Yes!

I heard a voice from behind, it was hoarse and I could smell alcohol. I could not turn my head and still felt and understood what was happening behind me. I stared at the reflection in the mirror and saw how the girl could barely hold on to her milky arms. There was tension on her face, and this man was holding by her hair from behind.

- No no! Go away!

My voice was completely different. He was tall and feminine, but that was not the point. I fought and tried to turn my head, but to no avail

...

- I .. let me ... go away!

I tried to break free and finally heard the man's "ahhh" and realized that he finally finished and let go of my hair.

I immediately turned my head and tried to move away from him as far as possible on this bed.

- Girl, what's wrong with you? I still have paid time

- Girl? What? Who are you?!

A disgusting-looking man was looking at me, who was definitely drunk and I certainly would never communicate with such a person in my life. He looked at me in surprise and at my surprised face, which had all the emotions of fear.

- You're some kind of strange.

He stepped away from the bed and reached for a bottle of beer.

At this moment, I examined my body. First of all, I reached for my ass, which was now clearly larger than mine and because it hurt and it was not at all pleasant. My body was completely different. I felt, and now I saw that I had two small breasts and my whole body was completely different. My arms and stomach were skinny, and between my legs I saw only female genitals. I felt myself, not believing my feelings and what I see

“If it hurts you, I could tell. I immediately said that I want in the ass.

I looked at him again and then raised him sharply. I went to the mirror and saw that only the girl I saw was reflected. I started knocking on it

- Hey! Take me back!

But nothing happened. I opened the closet door to find the light switch, but it wasn't there.

...

I stood by the closet and opened the mirror and closed it in the hope that something would appear there. I banged my fists with my fists on this mirror, but nothing happened.

- You are some strange whore. I'll only pay you half

I turned my head and saw that this man had already dressed and was leaving. He put some money on the bedside table and went out of the room into the corridor, closing the door behind him.

I ran to the door, my back was touched by my hair, which was pulled into a ponytail, while my new chest dangled from side to side, although it was small, but I felt it. I made sure the door was closed and went back to the closet.

I continued my search for another half hour, but nothing changed and I remained in the body of this girl.

When I calmed down, I began to think. First of all, I decided to call myself on my phone, but the subscriber was not available. Now I had to find out who this girl was. She should be in my body now and probably does not understand anything either.

I started looking for documents and found them in the name "Rachel Harrison, 25". It was only a passport and that was it, I could not find any other documents.

I decided to calm down and take a shower to wash off all that was left of that man. The shower was warm and good, but it was not at all like that. My skin seemed to perceive everything a little differently, and especially the absence of my male device between my legs and the presence of two additional weights on my chest, I did not like at all. In addition, my bottom was big enough and swayed with every step I took.

...

While I was in the shower, someone entered my apartment, and I did not even hear it. I learned this only at the moment when the door to the shower room opened and a woman in a revealing outfit entered it. She looked about 40 years old.

- Rachel. What the fuck? Why did the client leave unhappy and paid only half?

From surprise, I was speechless and just stared blankly at this uninvited boorish woman who entered the shower like this without knocking

- What you are watching? Do you want to fly out into the street ?! This is of course your first flaw, but you know the rules. Three times and you're on the street!

And she closed the door leaving me in strange thoughts in the bathroom in the shower. My hand dropped and I felt the shower touch me between my legs. It was a little ticklish and at the same time exciting and I did not bother to remove it. Without noticing it myself, I got horny and got my first female ...

When I left the bathroom, I realized that I had absolutely no strength for nothing, and besides, I was very drunk. I decided to postpone these questions until tomorrow and just went to bed.

...

Only in the morning when I woke up and got dressed did I notice that I had a tattoo on my ass. This girl was working as a prostitute and I needed to find my old body as quickly as possible.

During the day I tried to search in different ways. Both on Facebook and on the phone, I even called my work. But everywhere it was the same, nobody knew me. It seems that in this world I did not exist or I was someone else, in any case, I did not like it at all.

I tried to contact my relatives, but they also answered that they did not know me and that I would not bother them. The only answer was in this old apartment and in this closet. I had to find this switch somehow. Perhaps I just clicked it, I was not going to stay in life as some kind of prostitute.

Some strange people called me several times and said that I owed them something, but I did not delve into it, I was focused on getting back.

In the evening, I realized that I still have my old knowledge of school and work and thought about the option of work if I get stuck here

...

“Don't give me that look, girl. This is also just my job. If you don't want to work, just leave, but first give all your debts to us

I was sitting on the couch in front of this woman who, on my first day in this body, burst into the shower and told me everything. Who would have thought then that in just a few days I, a grown man with a college education, that I would sit here and put on different stockings, tight skirts and make up to go to work in a bar as a prostitute.

I thought that even if I could not find a way out and return, at least I could somehow not work here, but when I told her that I was not going to work here, she just laughed. And when she realized that I was serious, she gave me a tirade of words that it was impossible, unless some rich guy paid for me.

It turns out Rachel owes the organization about 20 thousand dollars and the debt will grow (for rent and interest) if I do not work. She takes half of the money from me to pay off the debt, and the other half remains for me to buy condoms, clothes and food. When I started to be indignant and say that I would go to the police, she said that she reminds me that I have a fake passport and everyone in the police knows what I do and if they need to, they can send me back to Poland and noted, that I speak English well and that now I can't even hear an accent.

...

Just don't think about it and imagine that it is simply unrealistic. Rachel repeated these words to herself often in the following days, which were especially difficult for her. Not only did she have to have with a completely unusual body for her, now she needed to quickly master the lesson of walking in heels, makeup and clothes, and if she wanted to get out of here, then the lessons of female satisfaction for men, which were especially difficult for her.

Every morning she woke up and lay for several minutes thinking that all this was her imagination and a dream and that she would now wake up in her old body, but this did not happen. She got up, looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, sighed and opened the closet in search of a switch, which she found in another parallel world in her old body.

In her old body was the real Rachel, who had now adapted to life as a guy, but she was glad that she had now found freedom and she no longer needed to make love for money, although she had lost her body. At the first moment, she broke the mirror out of fright, which she later regretted for a long time and could not restore it. This is why this switch disappeared into a room in other realities. It was a machine for parpallelic reality. Once upon a time, an inventor lived in this apartment, who thus traveled to different realities, but then he died and the apartment was leased by his relatives.