Jacqueline

Part 1

"Si, Gracias. Yes, thank you," Jacob said in broken spanish while taking milkshake from Rodrigo - Juan's personal assistant. Although Jacob was a professional, this was not his first time working undercover. But, it was the first time that he was a woman for a mission, and the first time he was so close to failure. He was changed completely into a Marina - a young, beautiful latina, who was Juan's wife. And it was only to get into Juan's villa that evening.

"So, what were you doing at the villa, baby? You are not allowed there without Juan. I don't know how you got past security," said Rodrigo while sitting down on the cafe table, opposite to Jacob.

"I...I...I don't know. I was going for my walk. Then suddenly, the guards... they took me there," Jacob trying continue pretending to be a frightened Marina, although he knew it would not work on Rodrigo.

"Yeah, right. You are not even speaking good Spanish, and now you expect me to believe that. Come on, baby. Don't play with me. Just tell me..." he leaned closer and looked at the Jacob in the eye. "..who are you, doll?"

"I.. I am Marina."

"You are not her. I was talking to her this morning. She is still on vacation with Juan. And if you want to know, yes, I haven't told Juan anything about you yet, so you have a chance."

Jacob knew his cover was blown. There was nothing else he could do.

"I am sorry, I will tell you everything. Please, don't call the police. I am not a spy."

"Oh, yeah. So, tell me."

"I... I just found that strange device and I thought it was some kind of toy or something. I have no idea how it worked. I just used it and the next thing I know I am Marina... and I-"

"Girl, do you think I'm an idiot!? You wanted to rob us with the help of a transformation device and you expect me to believe this!"

Jason was not to reveal his true identity under any circumstances. And it seems Rodrigo believed that he really was some random girl, so he decided to make it up as you go along.

"Yes, I mean, sorry sir. It is not a robbery. My name is... is J-Jacqueline. I am just a girl, who found that device in a pawn shop. And... and then the device broke and I... I just can't change back."

"Oh, Jacqueline..." he smirked, "..well, we will fix your problem."

"Please, just let me go. I will not tell anyone. I will not say anything," pleaded Jacob.

"Oh, no, you can't walking around looking like Marina."

"But-"

"Don't worry. We are not going to hurt you. We just... help you out," Rodrigo smirked. "We will change you back. Just give me your hand. Trust me, it will not hurt."

"Wh-what will you do to me?" Jacob tried to pull his hand away, but Rodrigo grabbed it firmly. "No, no, please."

"No? You didn't wanna change back?"

"I...I-"

"Come on, baby, we have working device and we are helping you change back," said Rodrigo with a sly smile. "What is the problem?"

"Okay. Okay," Jacob gave up, realizing that they would not be able to determine who he really was. And thinking that he had no choice. He could have been killed, and now this bandit was offering him... to turn him into some non-existent Jacqueline. Yes, that was the best option in this case. Then he would contact his team and they would turn him back into themselves. So he reluctantly put his hand in front of Rodrigo, and the bandit held his hand.

"That's good, doll. Just trust me, okay?" said Rodrigo hugging his shoulders and kissing him on the lips. "But before you change back, you will be my little slut for a night."

"Wh-what?"

"I always wanna fuck Marina. But now, you are her. So, if you didn't wanna that I said that I saw you walking in Marina's body. Do you understand, Jacqueline?" Rodrigo smirked, and grabbed Jacob's ass.

"Yes... Yes, sir," Jacob gulped.

"Good girl. Now, let's go."

Part 2

Jacob was sitting in the backseat of the car, next to Rodrigo. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was trying to calm himself down. Although, it was difficult to remain calm, when Rodrigo's hands were squeezing Jacob's thighs tightly.

"Relax, doll. I'm not gonna do anything to you... not until we reach home," said Rodrigo kissing Jacob's neck, making him shiver.

"I am.. I am okay. Sir, you will change me back, right?" asked Jacob, although he knew the answer.

"Sure, baby. Don't worry. You will be a beautiful girl again," replied Rodrigo.

Jacob knew what a bastard this man was, he could see it in his eyes. Although, there was no point resisting, because of the lack of strength. So he was trying to stay calm, and hope that this man would not kill him, and his team would turn him back.

When they reached the destination, Rodrigo took Jacob out of the car and pushed him toward the mansion, his hand wrapped around his waist tightly. "I love how you look. Marina is sexy. But, I can't wait to fuck her tight little pussy."

"P-please, just... just change me back," said Jacob.

"Sure, girl. Let's go inside."

Once inside, Jacob was lead toward a room. "Here, change yourself, then we will take care of you," Rodrigo handed Jacob a set of clothes.

"But... why? Can't I change back first?"

"No, you will change first. Go on. Or, should I change you myself?" Rodrigo pushed Jacob inside and then shut the door.

Jacob knew he didn't have much choice. So he sighed and started changing his clothes. It was difficult to do that, because he used woman's clothes for the first time. Previously, he was wearing what he woke up in after the transformation in the secret laboratory. 'Damn it, where is my team?' he thought while putting on a tight mini skirt and finishing putting the top.

"Hello, Marina! Welcome back," said Rodrigo when Jacob opened the door. "You look pretty. Come on, come on."

Jacob followed Rodrigo to the next room. But, Rodrigo pushed him on the bed and stood over him, holding his arms above his head.

"What the-"

"Just spread your legs like a good girl," ordered Rodrigo. "I will check what you are hiding under that skirt."

"You are kidding man?! I mean... you said-"

"Yeah, yeah, I said we would change you back. But, I wanna enjoy Marina before she goes."

"Fuck... just... I am not a girl."

"Oh, sure, I know. But, you don't have to worry. We will make you a real woman."

"No! You didn't understand, man. I am-"

"Shut up," said Rodrigo putting his finger on Jacob's mouth, silencing him. "Just relax, baby. It won't hurt. Or, do you want me to tell Juan, and he will kill you for this? No, right?"

"Uh... Oghay... duh whadever you wand... m-ma-masta," Jacob stuttered. He hated being a girl, hated his position. If only he was in his strong male body, he would punch this man. But, he didn't have a choice. He couldn't reveal his true identity.

"That's a good girl," said Rodrigo kissing down from his neck, making him gasp. "Now, slowly kiss back, baby. Show me how a good Marina is."

Part 3

After an hour of intense sex, Jacob was completely drained. His new female body was sensitive and the sex was amazing, although he hated the idea of fucking a man. Especially, someone like Rodrigo, who was a bad guy, and also a faggot.

Jacob was lying on the bed, face down and n***d, exhausted and panting. Rodrigo was still sitting next to him, caressing his smooth back.

"So, let's go and change you back, okay, baby?"

"What?" Jacob's heart sank. He was thinking that this bastard would leave him like that. But, he never thought that he would actually help him change back.

"Come on, stand up, baby," said Rodrigo pulling Jacob from the bed and leading him toward a machine. 'This device is not like ours... maybe it can do more than changing a body,' he thought.

"Stand right here," ordered Rodrigo, pointing at a small platform in front of a metal box. The machine was almost 5 feet tall and 10 feet long, covered with lights and buttons. 'I should get out of here... this thing looks weird.'

"You don't have to worry, baby. You will be yourself soon," Rodrigo smiled. Jacob's mind was telling him to run away. But, he was curious, and he also wanted to be a man again. He had already planned what he would do when he got out of that car and surprised Rodrigo by showing that he was actually a huge, strong man and then beat him up. 'There's no one here except this asshole, who's a... a complete son of a bitch! He'll regret that he fucked me!'

Jacob got onto the platform and stood in the center of the circle drawn on the floor. "I'm ready," he said.

"Good. Now tell me about yourself, Jacqueline. Tell me everything."

'What?! He's kidding, right? Why would he need that?! Just let him press the fucking reverse transformation button! He doesn't need to know anything about me to do that. Fuck it! This bastard is wasting my time.'

"I don't understand, sir," Jacob frowned.

"Of course you do, baby, it's too hard for a dumb slut like you. I'm asking for your name and your background," replied Rodrigo as he started to work the machine's controls. "This is necessary so that we can change you back to yourself."

"Well... my name is... uhm... Jacqueline. I am...

Part 4

"Well... my name is... uhm... Jacqueline. I am... I am from Paris and I... uhm, I came here last month," Jacob was making it up on the fly, for some reason remembering a character from a movie he had seen a few weeks ago.

"Oh, you are from Paris. I didn't notice your accent. You're not lying to me, are you, Jacqueline? I wouldn't want to have to tell Juan," Rodrigo warned, looking up from the control panel to stare into the eyes of the woman who for a moment seemed a little angry.

"No, no, of course not," Jacob's mind was racing. 'Accent?! Fuck! What am I supposed to do? What if he knows I'm lying?' He decided to play dumb, hoping to deflect any suspicion. "Maybe it's because of that thing that I changed. Maybe my voice was affected by that."

"Yeah, maybe," Rodrigo agreed. He pressed another button after Jacob had answered and a bright light engulfed her. "Now, continue. Tell me what are you doing here in the United States?"

"Well, I am... I am working at a hospital as a nurse," answered Jacob. 'Shit! I should've said something else. Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

"Interesting," said Rodrigo as he watched the readings on the control panel. "And why are you working as a nurse in a US hospital, when you should be in Paris? You said you were here for a month!" Rodrigo decided to try to catch the girl in a lie, because he suspected something was not right.

"I... uhm, well, you see I... uhm," Jacob stammered, unsure how to continue. He felt how his body was tingling, and his legs were shaking. It was like he was being electrified. 'What the hell is this thing doing to me?!'

"So, Jacqueline," Rodrigo interrupted. "Why did you come to America?"

"I am an illegal immigrant, sir," Jacob said quietly, looking down at his feet, hoping that this lie would satisfy Rodrigo. "I'm sorry that I'm not telling the truth. I... I didn't know what else to say." 'I'm so sick of this asshole! Fuck him and his questions! I can't wait to beat the shit out of him! Then I will arrest him for everything that he has done.'

"It's okay, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong," said Rodrigo and continued, while Jacob realizing that his vision was blurring, and he was starting to feel very lightheaded. "Just continue telling everything about yourself."

"Uhm... okay... I am a... uhm, 18 y-year... o-ooold... I am... uhm," Jacob tried to continue, but it was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate on what he was saying and thinking clearly. Some images of life in Paris suddenly started to flash in his mind as if he was watching a movie from first-person perspective. But, then it all became more and more blurry, and finally Jacob's vision went black.

Part 5

Jacob slowly opened his eyes, feeling groggy. Everything around him seemed blurred and distant like he was dreaming. 'Oh, my head! What happened?' he wondered, trying to remember. The memories of Rodrigo and the strange machine he was hooked to returned, and his heart started pounding.

"Putain," he whispered softly, not noticing the change in his language.

"Good, you are awake," said Rodrigo, standing above him. "How are you feeling?" Rodrigo's words now seemed to Jacob as if he were speaking a foreign language, although Rodrigo was speaking English. He had to strain a little to understand what he meant.

"I feel..." he looked down and his eyes widened. "Putain! Qu'est-ce que c'est?!" (Fuck! What is this?!) 'Why the fuck am I still have a fucking boobs?!'

"Huh?"

"Qu'est-ce qui est?" (Fuck! What is this?!) Jacob was freaking out, his hands were shaking. "Pourquoi suis-je une putain de nana ?!" (Why am I a fucking chick?!)

"I... don't know what are you saying. Speak English, okay? Do you understand?"

"I don't... I... I can't speak English anymore!? I understand but it hard," said Jacob in his new French accent. "Je parle Francais! What you do... you.. you change me not back! What is this?!"

"Well, I didn't know what you looked like exactly! So, I made you a girl I liked."

"Non! Zis is not my face!" yelled Jacob. "You are fou! I am not Jacqueline! I am not Française! You did not change me back!"

"Well, I immediately realized that you were lying to me, but I didn't care," Rodrigo replied. "Now you really are Jacqueline - the illegal immigrant from Paris who works as a nurse. Your story is not so bad."

"Non! Je suis un homme!" (No! I am a man!) screamed Jacob. "Change... Pourquoi you look at moi like zat?" asked Jacob noticing Rodrigo's expression.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Rodrigo smiled. "But, you're just so pretty, Jacqueline."

"I non understand," said Jacob in a confused voice, while her hands were shaking.

"It seems I went too far with my knowledge of English for you... well, if you want, you can learn it again," Rodrigo smiled.

'What the fuck is he talking about? I mean... is it even possible? Fuck it, I should get out of here and contact my team. They will change me back,' Jacob thought and looked around. "I can go?"

Yes, go wherever you want. You're free girl," said Rodrigo.

"Uhm... my clothes?" Jacob asked looking down at nude body. But before he could say anything else, he noticed something flying straight towards him. He managed to catch it and looked at it - it was one-piece white swimsuit and a cap with red cross on it, and also high-heeled boots.

"Cool, yeah? It's my gift to you as a nurse," Rodrigo smirked. "Try it."

"Non, non, non cool. Give me my old vêtements!" Jacob ordered but then he realized that better not piss this bastard off. So, he sighed and looked down at his outfit. 'I will look like a complete fucking slut in this outfit. Shit, I hate this.'

"Move your ass, girl. Go, go, go. Juan will be here in the evening, and you need to leave. So, hurry up, doll." ordered Rodrigo.

Part 6

The cold night air blew against Jacob's legs, sending chills through him as he walked down the street. As if it wasn't enough that he was wearing this ridiculous nurse costume, his feet were aching from walking so long in these ridiculous high-heeled boots that made it seem like his feet were two sizes smaller than normal. The sounds of clicking heels echoed through the alley as Jacob tried desperately to keep his balance.

To say that it was difficult for him to walk in these extremely ridiculous and too high heels is to say nothing - they were a nightmare! Each step he took seemed like an eternity. Of course he could have taken off those heels, but the last thing he wanted was to get hurt in that dirty alley and catch something like AIDS from the needles laying all over the place. So he decided not to risk it. Thinking about this, he did not even think about where he got this knowledge from.

It was almost midnight, and it seemed that he had been walking forever. He looked around. There were a few cars passing by and a homeless man sleeping under a pile of newspapers. "Where are they?! Damn it, they were supposed to be here, waiting for me," he thought angrily.

From his small purse suddenly came the playful melody of Zaz's 'Je veux', 'Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas!' making him jump a little. 'Fuck, what the hell? Was there always a phone there?!' he reached inside his purse and found an old-fashioned cellphone. The screen showed a name 'Marie Claire' and a three hearts next to it. 'Who the fuck is that?!' Jacob thought.

He answered the call. "Bonjour?"

"Oh, Jacqueline!" said a female voice with a sigh of relief. "Where have you been? You scared me! I was so worried about you!"

"Qu-Quoi?! Zut alors... I mean, 'oo are you?!" asked Jacob trying to found an English words, which now was really hard for him, for some reason.

"I'm Marie-Claire, silly! Don't you recognize my voice, my sweetie? Where are you?"

"Umm..." Jacob's mind was a mess, and his head was hurting a lot. It was very difficult to understand and translate the language that the woman was speaking to him and at the same time try to figure out what was going on. "Marie? Où sont mes... euh... team members?!"

"Team members? What team members? Honey, just look at near sign and tell me what you see," instructed Marie slowly and then with a hint of joy in her voice she added "signe d'adresse!" causing Jacob to squint at the accent Marie spoke with and look around for an address.

"Umm... Meesheegan Avenoo, numéro cent vingt-cinq..." Jacob read off the nearest street sign. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" (What the fuck is that? Am I in fucking Michigan?!)

"Great, I'll be there in a few minutes," Marie sounded relieved and happy. "Stay right there, darling. Do not move!" And then she hung up.

"Wait, Marie! Non, attendez, attendez! Non!" (No, wait, wait! No!) yelled Jacob into the phone, trying to ask her questions, but there was no one on the other end. "Zut alors," (Oh gosh) he sighed, and put the phone back in his purse. 'Okay, okay, calm down, Jacob. Just keep it together. Your team will be here any minute and turn you back to a real man,' he told himself while looking down at his cleavge in tight one piece swimsuit, which was barely covering his nipples. 'Oh, god. Hope they are here soon. This is too... embarrassing. And why the hell on the sign is written 'Michigan Avenue'? We should have been in Texas! Damn! And my language skills... Why the hell am I speaking French now?'

Part 7

Jacob-no, Jacqueline-stood shivering in her ridiculous nurse outfit, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't even begin to sort out. 'Why am I standing here, wearing this ridiculous costume? Where the hell is my team? How the hell did I end up in Michigan?' Her mind spun as she clicked nervously in her heels, trying not to fall. Her hands from time to time touched her chest and hips, cursinh her long hair that tickled her neck and shoulders. 'Fuck this boobs, fuck this body! Fuck everything!'

Suddenly, police car appeared, and two officers slowly got out, staring at Jacqueline. 'Oh, come on! Seriously?! Can this get any worse?!' She thought as they approached her.

"Excuse me, miss, why are you standing here, dressed like that? Do you know that prostitution is illegal here?" asked the policewoman, narrowing her eyes.

"Non, non, you... you understand wrong!" Jacqueline tried to explain, stuttering, feeling the rage rising in her. "I... not supposed to be here, I wait for my friends!"

"You sound like you're not from around here. Do you have any ID on you? Anything that can help us identify you?"

Before Jacqueline could respond, a sleek black car pulled up behind the cruiser, a woman with dark hair and a concerned expression stepped out.

"Jacqueline! Mon Dieu, are you okay?" Marie-Claire rushed to her, her eyes scanning Jacqueline’s scantily clad form with concern.

Before Jacqueline could respond, two officers approached. "Ma'am, you're under arrest for solicitation of prostitution," one of them said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

"Quoi?! Non! Je suis... pas une prostituée!" Jacqueline stammered, her French accent thick and words jumbled. Her delicate wrists burned as the cuffs tightened uncomfortably around them while she was pushed towards a nearby police car, walking ridiculously in high-heels. She tried to resist, but her body felt awkward and weak, unable to put up a fight. 'I’m a man! A fucking cop, not some whore!' she screamed internally.

Marie-Claire, looking shocked, tried to intervene. "There must be some mistake! She's my girlfriend. She’s not a prostitute!" and trying to protect her, but the police were having none of it.

"Step back, ma'am. We’ll sort this out at the station," the officer said firmly, leading Jacqueline to the squad car. As she was pushed inside, she caught sight of Marie-Claire’s worried face. 'Girlfriend?' Jacqueline thought, her mind reeling. 'What the hell is going on?'

Part 8

At the station, Jacqueline sat in a cold cell waiting for someone from her team to arrive. She felt angry, embarrassed, and confused. The nurse costume felt even more ridiculous now that she was sitting alone in the small cell, like some street whore. 'Fuck, never again, never again will I ever do an undercover job as a woman! Damn you, Rodrigo!' she cursed and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get some warmth.

"Stand up, sweetie," an officer's voice broke the silence, and Jacqueline stood up slowly. "Follow me," the officer added, and Jacqueline followed her with small steps, her heels clicking loudly against the concrete floor, caused her embarrassment.

In the interrogation room, Marie-Claire sat waiting, her eyes red from crying. "Jacqueline, what were you thinking? Walking around dressed like that!" she said in a harsh tone and banged her fist on the table, caused Jacqueline to flinch. "You have no idea what you've put me through!"

"I didn’t... choose this!" Jacqueline spat out, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment, and her new accent only adding to the ridiculousness of the situation. "I... was on mission... undercover. They... they do zis to me," she stammered, trying to find the words in her new language, which only made the situation worse while seating awkwardly. The sound of her own voice, high and soft, made her cringe.

"Mission? What are you talking about? You're a nurse, not a spy!" Marie-Claire said, confused, then sighed, lowered her eyes for a few moments. 'She talks to me like I'm a little girl. Like I'm stupid,' Jacqueline thought feeling her new emotions of shame, fear and guilt boiling up. She bit her lower lip, feeling a strong desire to cry.

*Sob

Her eyes were watering as she lowered her head in despair, but at the same time Marie-Claire hugged her with all her strength. "I paid your bail, you silly, silly girl," Marie-Claire whispered with a voice that Jacqueline found extremely sexy and hugged her back, hiding her face in Marie-Claire's warm bosom, crying more loudly this time, almost hysterical.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're an angel! Merci! Je suis si contente de te revoir!" (I'm so glad to see you!) exclaimed Jacqueline sobbing, succumbing to new emotions she didn't quite know how to manage, sobbing with relief and gratitude while the female officer watched in the distance.

Marie-Claire slightly raised Jacqueline's head and placed her warm palm on Jacqueline's face. "Don't cry, you silly," whispered Marie-Claire and gently kissed Jacqueline on her lips. "Je suis amoureuse de vous!" (I'm in love with you!)

"Je... I..." stuttered Jacqueline, with a shocked look on her face, trying to understand what was happening, slowly regaining control of herself. 'Oh my god, what was that... I acted like some pathetic whiny bitch... What is going on?' thought Jacqueline in confusion as they walked out of the police station hand-in-hand.

Part 9

Jacqueline stood in the small apartment's bathroom, staring at her new self in the mirror with a sense of disbelief. Everything looked familiar, like she always looked like this. Like she was supposed to look like this. But it wasn’t right. She was a man, damn it! She was Jacob, not this weak and useless little girl named Jacqueline, who apparently was real French illegal immigrant!

She looked down again at her boobs, then touched her face and body. 'Fuck! I don’t understand anything... as if this is really my normal body, everything is so familiar! Even these stupid boobs that bounce and hurt me, even my... vagina.' Jacqueline closed her eyes and shuddered in disgust, thinking about Rodrigo touching her in that way... but strangely she also felt... arousal. "Merde," (shit) she whispered, clenching her fists, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm, her breasts heaving with each breath.

"Jacqueline, ma douce, are you okay?" a soft voice interrupted Jacqueline's thoughts, and she felt a warm, familiar touch on her shoulder. She turned and looked at her girlfriend's concerned face and suddenly the anger melted away. "Mon Dieu, vous etes tout a fait... si beau et belle" (Oh, my God, you're just... so beautiful and so hot) whispered Marie-Claire, then caressed the beautiful face of the girl standing before her and placed her other hand on her left breast, touching and fondling her nipples through her top.

Jacqueline sighed and shivered a little at the touch, but it was not in disgust or anger. Instead, it felt oddly right. Her body seemed to crave this kind of attention. It made her feel... whole. 'This is too weird. It must be a side effect of the transformation... yes, that must be it,' Jacqueline told herself trying to fight back the confusing feelings and desires. But the more Marie-Claire's hand massaged her sensitive breasts, the more Jacqueline lost control over her own body, feeling her arousal rising.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly. "S'il vous plaît, continuez..." (please continue...) she said softly as Marie-Claire continued massaging her breast with one hand and gently touched her sensitive pussy with the other, and her body trembled with excitement and arousal. "J'adore quand vous faites ça à moi..." (I love it when you do this to me...)

"I know, ma belle," Marie-Claire smiled and whispered. "Tu es toute mouillée..." (you are all wet...) then pressed two fingers inside, making Jacqueline gasp with pleasure and embarrassment as she spread her legs. 'This is insane. But... damn, it feels so good...' Jacqueline thought as she closed her eyes, and moaned when felt soft tongue in her mouth kissing her passionately. "Mmm..." moaned Jacqueline softly while her own tongue began to dance in Marie-Claire's mouth and then suddenly Marie-Claire pulled away, making Jacqueline a little frustrated. "Mon dieu! Marie-Claire, je te veux..." (My god! I want you...) she panted breathlessly, surprised by her own words.

"So you're not Jacqueline? If not... we can't be together," whispered Marie-Claire and stopped touching her breasts and pussy and slowly began to pull out her fingers, while Jacqueline was almost cuming, and it made her desperate.

"Non! I mean... yes... I... I mean... Oui, I am Jacqueline," she moaned softly, unable to resist the sensations. 'Damn, she's driving me crazy!' "Please... Marie... je suis tout à toi..." (please, I'm all yours) she whispered breathlessly, her hips arching towards Marie-Claire's hand, wanting more.

Marie-Claire smiled and sharply moved her fingers back inside Jacqueline's pussy and started fucking her roughly with her fingers. "My little slut..." whispered Marie-Claire kissing and biting Jacqueline's neck and earlobe.

"Yes, oh God... yes... I'm your slut, chérie... I'm all yours, I need you..." Jacqueline breathed heavily, her voice full of desire. She wrapped her arms around Marie-Claire and kissed her hungrily, letting herself go in this moment of passion and pleasure. 'Oh... my chérie, mon amour... Marie... I love you...'

Part 10

Jacqueline lay back on the couch, her legs still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. She could feel Marie-Claire’s hand tracing delicate circles on her bare stomach, sending shivers up her spine. Her breasts moved with each breath, but she barely noticed it now. It seemed natural, as if if she didn't feel their weight, then it would really be wrong.

Her eyes slowly closed as she lost herself in the moment, feeling safe and loved. For now, this was enough. She is very tired. It's been a long day for her, with a lot of stress, but in Marie-Claire's arms everything is alright, and she finally allows herself to relax and rest, letting the darkness take over her mind.

*

When Jacqueline opens her eyes next morning, she's confused for a moment. Everything seems unfamiliar to her and strange. 'Where am I? What is this room?' She wonders while slowly getting up from bed and looking around. Her hair is falling over her face, covering one of her eyes. 'Damn hair! Always in my... stop, hair?!" she gasps with shock and grabs her breasts and starts squeezing them. 'Thank God my boobs are with me! My girls... wait! What girls?' She screams as memories from yesterday suddenly flow into her mind.

"Bonjour, ma chère! How do you feel?" Marie-Claire's voice sounded next to her. Jacqueline's eyes widened as she turned her head. 'Non, non, non! Merde, I didn't dream that. I'm... I'm Jacqueline! This can't be! Non! Putain!' she thought in panic, her breathing quickening.

"I... I..." Jacqueline tried not to show how she feels. But, Marie-Claire noticed that she's freaking out and frowned, "You have nothing to be afraid of, chère. I love you." she smiled and then placed a quick kiss on Jacqueline's cheek, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. "Come on, sweetheart, I made breakfast. You need to eat and get ready for work," she added.

Jacqueline nodded, still in shock. She tried to think logically. 'I should contact my team as soon as possible,' she decided. 'Marie-Claire doesn't understand that I'm not who she thinks I am. This is all just a big misunderstanding. There is no need to involve this girl in this situation. I don't want to make her worry. She's not a part of this. I'll just pretend that I'm fine until my team can help me and get me out of here.'

Jacqueline stood up, smiling a little as her tits swayed lightly from side to side. 'Oh, yeah, right.' she looked around the room for a bra but found nothing. "Honey? Have you seen my bra?" she called out to Marie-Claire, feeling much better now that she has a plan to contact her team and return to being a man.

Part 11

Jacqueline sat on the steps of a brick building, her knees pulled to her chest, feeling the coolness seeping through her leggings. Her long, straight hair framing her delicate face. She glanced around nervously, hoping to spot someone from her team. She was desperate - everything seemed like she was really Jacqueline - like if she's the one who had lived her entire life in this female body.

Before that she checked her instagramm account and there she was, herself as Jacqueline - on a vacation in Canada with Marie-Claire, in bikinis on a beach, in a fancy restaurant... there were a lot of photos. She tried to convince herself that she had simply turned into a real girl, but when she looked at these photos, she felt that she really had lived it - these are her real memories. And it was fucking crazy!

'Where are they?' she thought, looking up at the sky. 'I need to get back to my real life, to be... to be me. Damn, Jacob, right? Fuck this!' She thought as the tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Jacqueline?” A male voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, and she turned around to see one of her colleagues. He was tall, wearing a white coat, and looked at her with a mix of concern and confusion. She had no idea who he was, but something about him seemed oddly familiar.

"Oui, c’est moi" she answered, wiping away a tear and trying to looked more confident than she felt. "I mean... Yes, it's me!" she said, trying to make her tone more masculine, but it sounded too funny and even a little ridiculous, especially with the accent she was now speaking.

"How did you find out about us? Who are you, really?" asked man. His voice was full of suspicion.

"I don't... I mean, I'm a cop. A man... my name is Jacques! Damn, I mean, Jacob. Personal number... uh... non, merde!"

The man's eyes narrowed. "Listen, you're clearly not a cop, so cut the crap. We checked all information about you before - you are who you are. Jacqueline Lefebvre - a 18-years regular girl from Paris, working as nurse here in this hospital," he looked at Jacqueline in silence.

"I... non, non! I'm not..." Jacqueline stuttered. She could feel herself starting to panic. 'They are going to put me in jail! I shouldn't have come here. I'm such an idiot!' she thought frantically. "Je suis désolée!" (I'm sorry) she apologized to the man. "I mean, I'm so sorry. I... I think I've made a mistake."

The man sighed. "Just... just go back to your work. No need to play spy games, okay. You're a beauty, don't mess that up by playing with danger. You have your whole life ahead of you. Be thankful that it was me, not some random person who caught you here and deported you," he said, making her shiver. 'Deported? Non! Merde!'

"Mister, transformation device... secret laboratory..." she whispered, feeling her last hopes fading "...changed me..."

"Stop with the nonsense! What transformation device?! Where are those secret labs? Do you think this is a spy movie?!" asked the man, raising his voice and causing her to flinch. Then he added: "Get out of here, mademoiselle and forget all about your stupid fantasies!" and walked away, leaving Jacqueline feeling defeated and hopeless. 'Mon dieu! Qu'est-ce que...' (My god! What the...!) she thought, tears welling up in her eyes as she remained seated on the steps, lost in despair.

Part 12

Jacqueline stood nervously in front of the hospital, her heart racing. 'First day as a nurse, huh? I can't believe this,' she thought, looking down at her uniform under that she was wearing white tight thong and transparent bra. She adjusted her hair bun, thinking that she looked so much older like this, but still pretty hot, especially with those perky tits sticking out. 'Damn, again these damn thoughts,' she scolded herself and stepped inside the building, determined to make this day as quick as possible.

"Jacqueline! You're late!" a stern voice called out, making her jump. It was her supervisor, Nurse Valerie, a tall woman with a no-nonsense attitude.

"Uh... je suis désolée," Jacqueline stammered, her French slipping out instinctively. 'Damn it, why is English so hard now?' She tried to regain her composure. "I mean, I'm sorry. Won't happen again."

Valerie gave her a scrutinizing look but nodded. "Alright. You're in the ER today. Follow me." She turned on her heel, and Jacqueline hurried after her, her heels clicking loudly on the linoleum floor. 'Why the hell am I in heels? Why did I choose them to...' she paused when remembered that she put on both heels and sexy lingerie to surprise and thank Marie after her shift. She smiled softly and her nipples hardened a little thinking about it. 'Stop, Jacqueline! You have a job to do! I mean, not job... and not Jacqueline...'

In the ER, Jacqueline was handed a stack of charts. "Start with room 3. The patient needs his vitals checked and a blood draw," Valerie instructed and Jacqueline felt a strong wave of nostalgia and excitement, which made no sense.

"Yes, boss," Jacqueline nodded with a soft smile on her lips. 'Boss?' She thought, suddenly confused. 'Why do I say 'yes boss'? Oh, come on, it's because I just wanted to joke, maybe it's time to stop asking these questions?!' She sighed, looking at the charts in her hands. 'Vitals and blood draw? Well, okay, here we go. Let's start' she walked confidently to room 3, but when her small hand grabbed a door knob, she suddenly paused.

'Wait! Vitals? Blood draw? How the hell am I supposed to do that?' she thought in shock and terror, her hands began to shake. She opened the door, feeling that her whole body is going into a total panic mode.

"Oh, finally you're here, sweetie!" said an elderly man with a cheerful tone of his voice and smile on his lips, "We are waiting for you, Jasmine, honey, you are the best nurse here."

The moment she looked at the room with the elderly men, all her uncertainty seemed to disappear and she smiled and answered sharply "Bonjour, boys! Are you all fine?" and her words made all of the men smile. She quickly walked inside, took some tools in her hands, and with an air of professionalism in her voice asked: "Okay, who's the first victim?" and everyone in the room started to laugh.

"Oh, Monsieur Krieger. You will be our first today, okay? Come on, step by, big boy!" she said cheerfully to the old man with a heart condition. And as she began to take the blood pressure from him, he looked at her with a strange mixture of joy and love. She noticed that and laughed softly saying: "Come on, boy! Don't look at me like that, your blood pressure will jump right away and we will be in trouble!"

When she finished and checked his temperature and other vital signs, she suddenly felt happy. Her gaze scanning all of the men in the room. She felt happy, useful, and needed. 'Love my job!' she though once before saying loudly: "Well, guys, your nurse needs to leave, je suis désolée (sorry)..." and with that, she quickly turned around and walked to the door, wagging her backside playfully. 'What a happy and nice day!'