Maid in Mexico Hotel

If I would say to anybody that I am Anthony Meyers they just start laughing in the face. They will never believe me, because everybody have heard about the tragic accident in which Anthony Meyers died in a plane crash on his way to Las Vegas from Miami International Airport. And nobody believed that I am alive after crash.

I was in Mexico village when opened my eyes after accident. Room was empty and there was a little cloud of smoke. Only I in the room. At first I was surprised why I not in heaven or hell, and I heard the laughter behind the door. And there he was he... a bald head, dark beard skinny guy in a white T-shirt, jeans and red shoes, holding a toothbrush in one hand and a towel in another.

- Cómo está señorita?! - says he, grinning widely - Did you decide to take a break while cleaning or for something else in my room, señorita?!

I don't understand what he is saying, only that he called me - "miss" and asked about my condition. Other words is unclear. The whole world have different accent and language, than it should be. The person before me should be an American, but his pronunciation is clearly incorrect. I tried to stand up, but fell immediately because of shoes, whose heels are too high. Only nat this moment i felt that wearing strange tight clothes.

- Hey! Are you drunk?!

I don't respond to the word I don't understand. Trying to stand up for a second time. Latex black dress tightly hugging body is very uncomfortable. It looks like i wore some kind of fetishism suit. After finally standing up on my heels, which were painful and even more impossible to stay standing on, I pushed away the "skinny bald" and with difficulties walked in high stilettos like a new born fawn.

- Señorita, where are you going? I'm paying a lot of money for service...

All the words sounded like gibberish. And when the strange man pulled me and kissed me in the face, I went into a fury. I pushed him, again fall and crawled on all fours out of the room. On the corridor there were more people. Mainly women dressed in various strange costumes of maids and waitresses. In the wall-sized mirror across from the elevator, I noticed my image. I am shocked with what I saw... It is really me! And as much I cannot recognize it was. Instead of my normal body, in front of me stands a Mexican woman, pretty busty latina maid - with a nice ass, long brown hair tied into bun and clothed in an uniform dress of black latex with white apron and a tag "Latisha" attached to right breast, who is crawling on all fours from his room.

- ¿Quién diablos es esa y qué hace ella aquí?- I says quietly and calmly, watching how women in mirror repeated my lips movements in perfect sync. - ¿Dónde estoy? - asking these questions. And suddenly somebody has touched my ass and whispered some incomprehensible words, as i was trying to understand them i heard familar words from another woman

*Note - all dialogue below is in English, but the characters speak Spanish

- Latisha! What are you doing here? You should be working! Go back to the room immediately!

The girl spoke in her perfect Spanish language, but I at this moment thought that she talked on English. Only after a few seconds, the understanding comes. It's I now understand and speak Spanish! And apparently did not understand English! Now everything was clear - I've found myself in the body of a girl from Mexico or Latin America, in a place where everybody talk only on Spanish!

- I'm not a Latisha!- I responded quickly in spanish and fall backwards - My name Anthony! Please call 911! There is a need for urgent help!

- Latisha, what drugs are you taking? Can't be... - the girl seemed angry and rude, she pulled my arm and dragged me into a nearby service room. - Did you take that pill you were talking about?! Are you crazy?! It's a not some magic pill, which will change your body with billioner!

- What are you talking about? Who are you? And who is Latisha?

- Oh my God... What have you done, you little slut... You've really swallowed that pill... I was against it, but you didn't listen! - she took out a cigarette and lighted up - Fucking pills...

- Wait, so... What do you mean - "swallowed"?

- Oh yeah... Latisha, you really don't remember, who you are and where you are?

- My name is not Latisha, it's Anthony!

- Your name is Latisha Fernandez - Mexican girl, who works here as a pleasure maid. Yeasterday you told everybody that you've bought a magic pill, that will change your life forever... and then you swallowed it! Everybody thought that you were joking, because nothing happened and you continued to work. And now...

- No... - I began to feel sick - That means that Latisha in my body? And i inside her body?

- Latisha... You are a Latisha Fernandez and you work here! Stop pretending! It's not funny!

- I'm not Latisha! I'm a man! A millionaire American businessman named Anthony Meyers!

- Yeah, and I'm a Queen Elizabeth... Come on, let's get back to work...

Later I will know her name is María and she's the head of maids. I also will realize, that I'm trapped in the Mexican maid's body because Latisha really was in my body and... probably died from the plane crash. I got Latisha's knowledges and skills, but her memories are gone and i can't remember her past. But the worst part is that now I can't even talk it to anybody - because noone will ever believe me that i am Anthony Meyers and now I have to live like a Mexican immigrant, working as a sex maid in a hotel for perverts.