Say "Hola" Laura (Patreon)

Poor Mike still hoped that the special police department could help him when he stood in front of the camera in this white room. The hope that these scientists in white coats who were here and these people in black suits would help him and return his old body was still in his head.

He looked at them with hope, only nervously moving his fingers with long nails and hating the situation in which he found himself. The head transplant scar in this insane laboratory of the insane scientist was still visible, but almost invisible. The mad scientist did everything perfectly and Mike was one of the "lucky ones" who survived these crazy experiments.

He hated this body. Hated that he now had to live with those huge boobs and wear these humiliating clothes. Those few months in captivity by the mad scientist changed him. Inside, he was still himself a sub ... But what else can be added, if even looking in the mirror he still remembered himself and his old body ... his old life and his family, wife and children ... But looking down he saw those big blue eyes and long hair ... The tattoos on the front and back of his ass only reminded him that he had received the body of some whore he had never known before.

Everything except his face was different now. Somehow, the scientists completely transplanted their heads and then only made things worse. By transplanting this girl's hair and her vocal cords.

Mike tried to speak in a bass, tried to speak masculine, but still it was ridiculous and his high, squeaky voice sounded as feminine as poor Laura Fernandez, a Mexican immigrant who works as a stripper, had once sounded.

- Me ayudarás? ¡Dime que me ayudarás! (Will you help me? Tell me that you will help me!)

Realizing that he was not understood, Mike again cursed the scientist's brainwashing apparatus, because of which he now even spoke in Spanish and gathered together he tried to remember English words, but already heard the familiar Spanish speech of one of the scientists, who had previously communicated with him

- Haremos nuestro mejor esfuerzo, señorita (We will do our best, miss)

- No soy una señorita! (I'm not a miss!)

In desperation, Mike said offensively and only looked at them with sadness.

- Lo siento, yo ... sí ... lo entiendo. Nosotros ... haremos todo ... (Sorry, I ... yes ... I understand. We ... we will do everything ...)

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Mike was afraid of this. He didn't want to be stuck in his own country as some kind of Hispanic chick with big tits and slutty tattoos. He wanted his life back! At least return to his family ... And these special agents and scientists were his main hope. Hope that did not come true ... Hope that saved him from the clutches of a mad scientist to send him to a completely different life ... With a different passport ... to the southern states of America closer to Mexico ... Where "it will be easier to adapt "in their words ...