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Lewis was still experiencing terrible headaches after waking up from a severe hangover looking at his reflection in the large mirror, but at the moment that was the least of his worries. His hands slowly pulled the fabric of the tight dress, revealing more and more of his cleavage so that eventually he could clearly see his fake tits.
- No, damn it, no, no, no!
Lewis's loud, hoarse and obviously feminine voice resounded throughout the room as he examined his body in disbelief. Everything was wildly strange considering the fact that his face remained the same as before, as if someone had transplanted his head onto this body and done it in a way that was only noticeable to Lewis or those who knew him before.
*Beep - a loud unexpected sound rang out loudly throughout the room, causing Lewis to flinch a little
- Good morning Clara. This is the administration of the special project "Town". Thank you for agreeing to be part of our experience and we hope that your stay here will be comfortable. All the necessary information and the contract signed by you are located nearby on the table in this room
- What the hell is the experiment?! Hey! Can you hear me?! Fuck! This is kind of fucked up!
No one answered Lewis's cry and he was still left alone. Apparently it was a pre-recorded audio recording and the only chance to understand something was in those papers.
Looking around the room and taking a few deep breaths, Lewis once again felt the heavy female chest heaving with this movement, reminding that this was all for real. Looking around, cursing his long hair and straightening it, he finally examined the papers that actually lay next to him on one of the tables.
It took him even more effort to again take steps in high heels to this place and only then was he able to take these papers with his fingers with long nails
"Clara, welcome to Town - a place where the impossible is possible..."
Lewis didn’t like the beginning anymore, why the hell was he reading “Clara” for the second time as if it were his name. There was already a thought in his head that he needed to call Stanley, the head of the law agency that Lewis often used for his big business, but he had not yet found his phone number and besides, he did not remember his number, so he had to continue reading
"... we hope you enjoy your life here as "Klara Kowalczyk" and your profession as an "illegal prostitute", a more detailed description can be found below"
- WHAT!? Are you joking?! What the hell is a PROSTITUTE?!
*Beep - another sound was heard in the room and Lewis heard the door to the room open...

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Part 3: www.patreon.com/posts/klara-95…
Part 4: www.patreon.com/posts/klara-95…
Part 5: www.patreon.com/posts/klara-95…
Add. materials: www.patreon.com/posts/klara-95…

If you like my art, sketches, stories, transformations you can find more like this here (thanks to everyone for the support, it's very important for me): www.patreon.com/greentg

...

Lewis was still experiencing terrible headaches after waking up from a severe hangover looking at his reflection in the large mirror, but at the moment that was the least of his worries. His hands slowly pulled the fabric of the tight dress, revealing more and more of his cleavage so that eventually he could clearly see his fake tits.
- No, damn it, no, no, no!
Lewis's loud, hoarse and obviously feminine voice resounded throughout the room as he examined his body in disbelief. Everything was wildly strange considering the fact that his face remained the same as before, as if someone had transplanted his head onto this body and done it in a way that was only noticeable to Lewis or those who knew him before.
*Beep - a loud unexpected sound rang out loudly throughout the room, causing Lewis to flinch a little
- Good morning Clara. This is the administration of the special project "Town". Thank you for agreeing to be part of our experience and we hope that your stay here will be comfortable. All the necessary information and the contract signed by you are located nearby on the table in this room
- What the hell is the experiment?! Hey! Can you hear me?! Fuck! This is kind of fucked up!
No one answered Lewis's cry and he was still left alone. Apparently it was a pre-recorded audio recording and the only chance to understand something was in those papers.
Looking around the room and taking a few deep breaths, Lewis once again felt the heavy female chest heaving with this movement, reminding that this was all for real. Looking around, cursing his long hair and straightening it, he finally examined the papers that actually lay next to him on one of the tables.
It took him even more effort to again take steps in high heels to this place and only then was he able to take these papers with his fingers with long nails
"Clara, welcome to Town - a place where the impossible is possible..."
Lewis didn’t like the beginning anymore, why the hell was he reading “Clara” for the second time as if it were his name. There was already a thought in his head that he needed to call Stanley, the head of the law agency that Lewis often used for his big business, but he had not yet found his phone number and besides, he did not remember his number, so he had to continue reading
"... we hope you enjoy your life here as "Klara Kowalczyk" and your profession as an "illegal prostitute", a more detailed description can be found below"
- WHAT!? Are you joking?! What the hell is a PROSTITUTE?!
*Beep - another sound was heard in the room and Lewis heard the door to the room open...