I Have Proof

TRANSCRIPT OF COURT HEARING

Case No. 2025-MAG-1738

State of New York Court

Civil Case: Maria Smirnova vs. Greta Marlowe

Presiding Judge: The Honorable Judge Milton Kay

Judge Kay: All rise. The Court of the State of New York is now in session. The hearing in the case of Maria Smirnova versus the defendant Greta Marlowe is hereby opened.

Judge Kay: Mrs. Smirnova, you claim to be the victim of a magical crime. Please state your position for the record.

Maria (with a heavy Russian accent): Yes, Your Honor. I... I not is Maria Smirnova. I—man. I be before Jonathan Blake, state senator. This... this witch (points at Greta Marlowe, who's leaning back in her seat, examining her fingernail) put curse on me. She change not only my body, but... (hesitates) reality itself!

(Rustling in the courtroom. A few muffled chuckles. Judge Kay silences the room with a stern glance.)

Defense Attorney: Objection, Your Honor! Everyone knows rewriting reality is fundamentally impossible!

Maria: IS POSSIBLE! I live this nightmare! I know! (Maria twitches and immediately winces, cursing her breasts as they jiggle from the sudden movement)

Defense Attorney (mocking): Your Honor, the plaintiff is clearly emotionally unstable. We demand a psychiatric evaluation.

Judge Kay: (bangs gavel) Enough! The Court will determine the necessity of any evaluation. Mrs. Smirnova, continue your statement.

Maria: (breathes deeply, voice trembling) Your Honor... I... I be Jonathan Blake. I be fifty-three years old. I be state senator of New York. I run campaign against illegal immigration... against magic practices. I fight much for purity of society.

(Pause; Maria grips the armrests, clearly irritated by the way her breasts gently bounce with every movement)

Maria: (hastily) I live in U.S. all life. But... (hesitates, her already pale face flushing red) Now... now I—is immigrant woman from Russia. In new reality I like come here ten years ago. Work as maid... in house of my former aide!

(Noise in the courtroom; someone snorts quietly with laughter)

Judge Kay: Order in the court! (stern look) Continue, Mrs. Smirnova.

Maria: (swallows hard) This witch... Greta Marlowe... she curse me! Not only body of mine become different... (Maria casts a desperate glance at her delicate hands, manicured nails, and a ring on her left ring finger) — but everything around is changed! Jonathan Blake not exist! No one remember! Now all know only Maria Smirnova, poor immigrant woman from Moscow...

Defense Attorney: (interrupting, with mockery) Your Honor, the plaintiff seems to be indulging in some kind of housewife fantasy fiction. Gender-shifting from male to female requires immense magical power, accessible only to the most elite spellcasters with years of preparation—let alone rewriting reality. (Greta smirks, brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, and gazes out the window.) Your Honor, I move that this farce be ended and a mandatory psychiatric evaluation be scheduled.

Judge Kay: (bangs gavel) That will be discussed later. For now, I want to hear the remainder of the plaintiff's statement. Mrs. Smirnova, proceed.

Maria: (swallows, voice shaky) I... I live in this body already three months. I work... clean houses. I wear this... (with a trembling hand, touches her tight blouse in disgust) uniform. (in despair) These... these shapes! They get in way! Every move... (she winces, feeling her tits subtly jiggle under the thin fabric)

(Someone snorts with laughter. Judge Kay scans the courtroom with a heavy glare.)

Maria: (with trembling hands, brushes the hair out of her face) I am thirty years old on papers... I am married... (her face twists) Before he be my driver! Now... I be “married” to him! But... but I not live with him. We live separate because... (voice breaks)... Not matter... But I must work maid. Every day clean floors, wash windows... Endure looks... Just to have money to live alone.

Greta: (lazily, with a light smile) — Oh, what a touching story. Well then, maybe now you understand that fighting for your right just to exist — is not so easy as it look from big chairs, da?

(Nervous whispering sweeps through the courtroom. Maria clenches her fists so tightly her nails dig into her palms painfully.)

Maria Smirnova: (voice cracking) I not ask be migrant woman! I not ask be woman! I want get my life back!

Greta: (mocking) — Poor thing... And how many women every day not ask be maids, wives or immigrants? And still — they live.

Judge Kay: (bangs gavel) — Enough! This is not a circus. (pause) Mrs. Smirnova, you claim the defendant's actions changed your entire life. How exactly do you connect her to what happened?

Maria: (trembling) I... I see her that day... when be rally. I speak out against magic... (winces as her breasts pull tight against the blouse from a deep breath) And she stand in crowd. I remember! Her eyes... her smile...

Greta: (interrupting with a mocking tone) — Oh, now you say I "stared intensely" and "whispered something", yes? Maybe I even boil spell in cauldron right there in square?

(Laughter in the courtroom; someone quietly snorts.)

Maria Smirnova: (desperate) She put something on me! I wake up next morning... (shudders) in this body... In that apartment! With passport for “Maria Smirnova”! In bathrobe! With cleaning schedule! I... I try find anyone who remember Jonathan Blake! (her chin trembles) No one remember...

Judge Kay: (sternly) Your statement is on record. Continue.

Maria Smirnova: (quietly) I three months live in humiliation... In this body... (rolls her shoulders, clearly feeling how heavily her tits respond to even small movements) In this clothes... in heels... In stares of men...

Greta: (playfully) And yet once you were fighting for "traditional values", right? Now you get chance to live them! In pretty dress, with sweet smile — what a perfect role model, da?

(The courtroom bursts into laughter; Judge Kay slams the gavel down with a crash.)

Judge Kay: (loudly) Final warning! Anyone disrupting order will be removed!

(Maria shrinks into her seat, breathing heavily, barely holding back tears, feeling the sticky fabric of her blouse clinging to the hot skin under her boobs, and at the same time cursing herself for acting like a woman.)

Judge Kay: (in a softer tone) Mrs. Smirnova, you will have a chance to present your evidence. This court does not judge based on emotion alone.

(Maria nods, clutching the edge of the table like it might anchor her in this twisted reality.)

Judge Kay: (after a short pause) All right. For the record, I now request the defendant’s information. Miss Marlowe, your full name, place of employment and occupation?

Defense Attorney: (rising) With your permission, Your Honor. My client, Greta Marlowe, is a U.S. citizen, third-rank mage, employed by “MagTech Systems” — a company specializing in the safe application of domestic magic in both commercial and private sectors. Greta Marlowe holds the position of energy-efficiency consultant and deals exclusively with enchantments designed to improve the performance of household devices. Her work is licensed, and she possesses no knowledge, much less legal authority, for altering human form or — let alone — rewriting reality.

(Greta lazily adjusts a thin silvery chain on her neck, swinging her leg in open heels with casual grace, like the hearing has nothing to do with her at all.)

Judge Kay: (addressing the defendant) — Miss Marlowe, do you confirm the information provided by your attorney?

Greta: (sleepily smiling) — I do, Your Honor. I just work in energy optimization. To mess with reality — is like try fix spaceship with hammer. Even if I want — I not have such skills.

Judge Kay: (nods) — Noted. Now, Mrs. Smirnova, you mentioned evidence. Please present it to the court.

(Maria rises abruptly, nearly losing her balance in heels. Her knees shake, and her breasts rise and fall heavily under the thin fabric of her blouse, making her internally recoil from the disgusting feeling of being trapped in this delicate body.)

Maria Smirnova: (haltingly) — Yes, Your Honor... I have this phone... my old phone with photo, data and...

(Greta shifts her gaze to Maria, narrowing her eyes — a flicker of tension briefly crosses them before it’s replaced by lazy indifference. She smirks, tilting her head.)

Defense Attorney: (quickly standing) — Your Honor, may I point out that any data on a phone can easily be faked. Especially photos and video content.

(Maria, swallowing nervously, fumbles through her purse with trembling hands. Her slender fingers with perfectly manicured nails awkwardly grasp a worn black smartphone. At last, she pulls it out, clutching it like a lifeline.)

Maria Smirnova: (on a breath) — Here... my phone... real phone of Jonathan Blake. It have pictures... my documents... everything.

Judge Kay: (nods) — Hand the device to court tech for display.

(The bailiff gently accepts the phone from Maria’s hands. Maria shivers, feeling the uncomfortable pull of her boobs beneath the blouse with each movement. She catches Greta’s contemptuous stare — the witch laughs silently.)

(The technician quickly connects the device to the courtroom screen. A soft hum from the equipment. The large screen flickers — a gallery opens, full-screen image, first photo: Jonathan Blake, smiling in an expensive suit in front of the Senate building.)

(A rustle in the courtroom. Judge Kay leans in, scrutinizing.)

Technician: (after a moment, loudly) — Your Honor, the device does indeed contain data under the name Jonathan Blake. There are photos, messages, documents.

(Maria grips the chair’s armrests in relief. Finally! Finally, proof!)

(And then...)

(The image on screen shimmers slightly... like ripples on water. The photo blinks — and vanishes. Replaced by a cheap selfie of a cute brunette in a pink sweater. Silly faces in a kitchen background. Then — photos of cleaned rooms, a cleaning schedule, receipts in the name of Maria Smirnova.)

(Maria leaps to her feet in horror.)

Maria Smirnova: (voice breaking) — NO! That not there before! There were other photos! There were documents!

(But the courtroom watches the screen with complete indifference, like this is exactly how it’s supposed to be. No one else sees the change.)

(Greta bursts into clear, ringing laughter. Pure, genuine, almost joyful.)

Greta: (through laughter) — Ah, sweet Maria... You have such rich, busy life!

(Judge Kay bangs the gavel, shouting over the noise.)

Judge Kay: — Order! Order in the courtroom!

(Maria stands clinging to the edge of the table, looking down, breathing hard, her tits rising violently under the thin blouse. She wants to scream, to shake them, make them see! But the room is silent, the judge indifferent, and the cute pink phone on the tech’s desk — the one she thought was her only chance — now just another anchor in this fucked-up life.)

(Her body trembles, her knees give out and she crashes back into her seat, clenching her fists, realizing it’s useless to fight, terrified of what Greta might do to her now for daring to challenge her.)