Kazakh beauty

Loud arrhythmic clicks of heels on hot asphalt echoed off the facades of tall buildings. The rays of the Sun mercilessly scorched the pomaded asphalt. At least 35 degrees was boiling hot in this summer capital. But despite the terrible temperature, the streets of the metropolis were quite crowded.

She walked slowly, trying not to stumble in high shoes and, adjusting a long strand of hair, constantly squinted, since the sun's rays were directly into her eyes. She would have been glad to take off those stupid shoes, but she was sure that walking barefoot on the hot asphalt was not the best idea. And that was not the most important thing right now. She wanted to get home as quickly as possible to figure out what happened.

"Damn it! Why won't the car open?!" she muttered to herself angrily as she tried to open the door of big expansive BMW, standing on the street, in the parking lot near her skyscraper office. Such cars automatically detect if the key is nearby and when the owner of the car simply approaches and presses the button on the door handle, the lock opens. However, she could not open it, although the key was in her pocket.

A group of passersby glanced in annoyance and wonder at the way she stumbled around the car. She didn't mind the annoying looks of pedestrians, since all her thoughts were focused on how to unlock the car. Her car, at least she thought. Although she also thought that she was a top manager in this office and even a man who earned a fortune here and not a clumsy girl on ridiculously high heels, whose behavior at least did not resemble normal human behavior.

After a couple of attempts, she finally decided took out the keychain and, clicking on the key button, pressed it again to the car lock, but nothing happened. She trying again and againd, and only after several attempts she heard a loud signal of an alarm coming from the cheap Nissan parked nearby. "What?! Seriously?! B-but..." she looked at keychain and found two identical Nissan keys on it. "No no no! It's can't be true!" she screamed, but despite this slowly began to walk toward the car, helping with her hands to periodically lean on other cars so as not to fall.

Seating inside cheap old car, she leaned back heavily and deeply inhaling exhaled loudly. Her gaze fell on the driver's license, sticking out of the panel, behind which was her ID with her full name, middle initial and a picture. "K-Karine Yaroslavovna Vishneva? Who the hell Karine?!" She looked at a photo that had exactly the same face she had when she was a man, but with long hair and makeup. "It... It can't be..." she muttered, blinking with bewilderment at the paper in her trembling hands.

ding-dong the phone in the girl's purse, which laying on the passenger seat, suddenly started ringing. After hesitating for a couple of seconds, Karine picked up the call with unknown number and heard a ringing female voice:

"Hello..." she answered the call.

"Finally you answered my calls, babe, I was already afraid that you hadn't found your new car. By the way, do you like it, I've chosen it myself," the female voice on the line answered and laughed slightly.

"Sheila!? Is this all your doing?! Change me back immediately, you damned slut," Karine interrupted the lady and nervously raised her voice.

"Hehe, there is only one slut here and it is not me, isn't it, Mr. Big boss who cheated me with my sister and tried to buy my silence with such a useless little car, haha"

"Listen, bitch, if you don't change me right away..."

"You will do what, doll?" a laughing voice replied. "If you still hadn't realized then let me explain: now you are legally Ms. Karine Yaroslavna from Kazakhstan exchange student who works in an designer company as a junior interior designer. Cool, right?!" she continued to laugh in the interlocutor's face.

"No! No way! I'll never agree to that"

"I don't care, I could have made you into anyone, even a backstreet whore, but I decided but I decided against it for the sake of our past life and love, well, the remnants of it." she said and exhaled noisily and irritably "If you don't want to, you don't have to work, I know you always hated those 'stupid chicks designers'. This is your life, Karine, live as you wish. Go back to your Kazakhstan if you want, your visa is temporary anyway. By the way, your accent is so weird now, haha!"

"Kazakhstan?! What does Kazakhstan have to do with it?! Are you kidding me? You made me into a damned foreigner just for the fun of it?!" Karine began to become furious at every word that left the witch's mouth.

"Your stupid chick with whom you cheated on me is from there!" She shouted into the mouthpiece

"She from Kansas! Kansas!" Karine answered

"Oh... really? Kansas," she exhaled a condensed breath and laughed. "Oh, now everything is so clear! Okay, okay, forget about that, honey. It still doesn't change anything about your citizenship status, bye!"

"Sheila, wait...!" Karine responded, but the call abruptly ended and an annoying 'beeeep' buzzed into her ears. "Damn!" She shouted angrily, dropping her cell phone next to her purse, leaned back in the driver's seat and, squeezing the wheel of the car tightly with both hands, closed her eyes for a moment.

Sheila told the truth and in fact, everything was exactly as she had said. A guy named Victor Dost, who worked as a CEO of the largest design company in the metropolis, became Karine now. He remained only in her memories, if you don't count Sheila's. For everyone else, he simply didn't exist in this reality anymore. Now she was a girl called Karine from some godforsaken Central Asian country, for whom the opportunities to study in prestigious universities were opened, of course if she had enough money and good grades.