Chapter #6Try talking to her. by: mumbalo   Not seeing the point in roaming around the city, in hope of running into the thief again, you tried to talk
to the scared woman in front of you. She was looking down at her new body, her hands were shaking
and you could tell, she was almost ready to tear up.
"Что происходит?", she asked with a shaky voice and looked at you with her big eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak russian.", you told her.
Another shocked expression went over her cute face, when she heard your boyish voice.
Because of your youth, you probably looked like some kind of tomboy with your head fixed to the
redheaded russian woman's body, but your voice already broke a few month ago.
"My name Natasha. Are you... like me?", she asked you in broken english and pointed at your curvy body
and then your male head.
"I'm Patrick. Yes, I guess so.", you answered and looked down at your female form while tracing your slender
sides with your dainty hands.
"That man whose body you now have stole a collar from me. That collar is able to switch heads around.
Do you know were you how we can get to the place, where you just came from?"
"да, if this still Lipesk, I was just at market.", she replied.
"Great, lead the way! Maybe we can catch him and get our bodies back!", you cried out in joy.
Natasha led the way and you tried to follow her as fast as you new stiletto boots allowed you to.
Once more you were reminded of the stinging cold around you. In an effort to protect yourself from it,
you started rubbing your slender upper arms with your manicured hands. This caused your free hanging
breasts to jiggle even more and feeling your rock hard nipples brush against the soft fabric of the turtleneck
your body surely made you warm in certain places. While Natasha was busy navigating you two back to the
main street and coming to terms with her hairy body, you slipped one of your feminine hands inside your
tight jeans and started probing around. It was quite difficult to do while keeping up with Natasha and
balancing your long legs with unfamiliar shoes on your small feet. After tracing the warmth with your hand,
you came upon a small, hooded knob that gave you an electric feeling in your spine. You quietly moaned,
as your eyes rolled back into your head from the pleasure. Not wanting to fall back too far behind, you
pulled yourself together and removed your hand from your crotch, after rubbing the area one last time.
You started hugging your soft chest to protect from the cold again and started catching up to Natasha.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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