April 1 (333)

Something was wrong ... I opened my eyes, trying to understand the strange sensations and feelings of inexplicable anxiety ... And then a voice sounded in my head.

Finally! I thought you would never wake up!

I panicked, almost cried out in horror, in my head only one panicked question rushed - “Who is there?”

I am a spell or, if you like, the program is an impression from the consciousness of the previous mistress of your body. She left me in your head so that you would not be pushed into a psychiatric hospital, in fact, I will be a guide to your new life.

What?! What is the "previous mistress"? What "new life" ?!

Someone in my head clearly sighed and muttered, as if to himself:

Better a thousand words ... - and then "out loud": - So, dear, come to the mirror and understand everything.

I got out of bed, wondering about the fact that I went to bed naked, and turned to the mirror, already realizing that all this was some kind of surrealism - there was no mirror in our cozy apartment ... All the more so huge! ..

The next moment, all thoughts were knocked out of my head, because the reflection showed a completely different girl, or rather a young woman. Despite the shock, my mind automatically noted that this woman is a miracle as good. Everything was with her - and a beautiful face with regular perfect features - a sensual mouth with plump lips, a small neat nose, elegant eyebrows with a fracture, huge brown eyes with fluffy eyelashes and a perfect oval of the face; and the body - long legs, feminine thighs, thin waist and softly contoured chest of a beautiful drop-shaped form with large peas nipples defiantly protruding upwards; and finally, a thick mop of brown, slightly curly hair, despite the early times, not matted, but scattered in artistic disorder over smooth shoulders. In a word, a gorgeous woman who was not at all like me — a sweet, thin, blond girl with a boyish figure. But it was the brown hair that was reflected in the mirror when I(!) stood in front of him.

What's going on here?!

Meet - Natalia, your new hypostasis, - in the voice in my head clearly mocking notes were heard. - Now you have a luxurious life, a rich oligarch-husband ... True, who pays you little attention, callous and dry ... - some anger in the voice, - and another body.

Is that a dream? Or some stupid unimaginable joke on April 1?

True, I successfully chose the day? What a wonderful joke! - voice giggled. - But this is not a dream or a joke. The fact is that my great-grandmother was a witch, and somehow an ancient spell fell into her hands, which she brought to mind, but did not dare to test for herself. And I decided ...

Aaaa! ... The woman in the mirror, as if in despair, put her graceful fingers with perfect manicure to her temples and sat down exhausted on the edge of a crumpled bed. And only a moment later came the realization that I was sitting on a huge bed ... Who are you? I do not understand anything!

It turns out that you are dumber than I thought ... I already told you that I am a copy of the consciousness of the former mistress of this body. You can call me Natasha, since my character and knowledge are partly identical to her knowledge and character, maybe I even became a separate person after ...

But how?! How is all this possible?

Do not interrupt, let me state the situation to the end ... So ... This spell changes two consciousnesses in some places. The fact is that I am terribly tired of living in a golden cage. In social networks found the perfect pair of doves who are crazy about each other. And I wanted to be loved, wanted to experience all the delights of quiet happiness with a loving person. AND...

It turns out that my beloved is now with this ... with this ... with this Natalia?

Aha- in the voice of Natasha the contentment of a cat with a sour cream sounded distinctly.- If you are comforted, then in your body.

Not! Not-eeee! Only not this! My favorite is now on the other and does not even know about it! Well no! Where is the phone of Natalia? Now dial the number of a loved one, try to explain everything!

Sorry! - Natasha slyly smiled. - Not so simple. When exchanging bodies, the memory is erased for all names, names, and, in particular, any numbers. You don’t even remember how you were called ... Neither your address, nor your phones, now you don’t know the name of the city where you lived ... Of course you have a motor memory - it’s not for nothing that you stood in front of a mirror, as if you knew where it is located. So you have no chance to contact your ex. And even if you succeeded in this, you would rather be handed over to Durku, than you would again become beloved and desired ... But ...

What "but"? Speak!

There is a way to get your body back. This method is an indispensable condition for a transfer spell. Look in the bedside table, there is a paper ...

I literally jumped to the carved nightstand on which the fanciful lamp stood, and jerked the drawer, almost knocking over the lamp. On the sheet was printed some kind of nonsense - incomprehensible words with a predominance of sizzling.

This is a spell. If you want to read it out loud, then ...

Got it! I understood! ... No longer listening to Natasha, I began to frantically read with hesitations:

- Shirshchinno skurcinchu vroscheshie ...

I hardly got to the end, but ... But nothing happened. The luxurious brown-haired woman was still reflected in the mirror, frozen in the nude and with a sheet of paper in her trembling hands.

That's not all- Natasha, apparently, had fun to the fullest. - I have three news for you, two good news and one bad one. How to start?

My legs gave way from bad forebodings, and I had to put a luxurious body on the bed, lay down on a pillow - even now it was hard to sit ... Nothing, nothing, I knew that everything was not so simple, that there would be some conditions, otherwise it would be too easy to get your body back ... But I will go through everything just to be back with my beloved, why would it not cost me!

Start with the bad ...

The bad news is the condition ... drumming ... you should have 333 men ...

How? Like this? It's impossible! I felt the pain in my cheekbones. That's the choice! To become a whore ... either to remain without a beloved, to yearn for him in another's body and not even be able to look at him out of the corner of his eye ...

And good?

Natasha clearly giggled: First of all, from the second when you finished the spell, there would be no release from men wanting to fuck you, only know the legs apart. And, secondly, you can not fly or pick up a bad disease.

And this is good news ?!

Still April 1st. (333—1)

I was lying on my bed in prostration, feeling the utter emptiness in my head when the door suddenly opened, and a tall, thin man slipped into the bedroom. He looked at me with some surprise, and then suddenly he rushed to the bed, wrapping my body in an embrace.

And only now I realized - the hands of a stranger freely rummaged around completely naked charms. I'm not dressed! Oh no!

- Natasha! Natasha! You have surpassed all my wildest dreams! I did not even expect you to wait for me fully ready for my caresses!

I felt my nipple cover my lips and begin to suck on it, and then to my horror the male hand invaded between the thighs, which I, being in shock, kept tightly clenched! Oh no! What should I do?! How wrong was Natasha's husband returned to the bedroom! In addition, I realized with horror that this body responded to persistent caresses - the nipple quickly swelled, penetrated by sweet sensations, not to mention the delightfully pierced sex lips, immediately tormented by annoying fingers.

Natasha! What should I do? I can not surrender to someone else, except for his beloved, but this is my current husband! Can a wife refuse?