Before we went to the bar, Chloe had told her parents that she was going for a walk with a friend. She grabbed one of the contraptions and off we went. I suspected she had a plan. I asked about it, but she said that it was on me now and that she couldn't help me. But Greta will definitely help. After walking for a few minutes, we arrived already, sitting around a table, so we ordered a drink. We waited, when suddenly a brown-haired woman sat down next to us. "What can be so important?" she asked stubbornly without greeting us. Chloe handed her the phone, which she immediately looked at. Her face: horrified. "Let's call the police!" Chloe managed to calm her down. She was agitated, and yes, with a reason. "She'll help us," she said to Greta, pointing her thumb at me. "Who is she?" Chloe approached her and whispered in her right ear, "Will you help us then, if you care?" She promised to join in on the action. After Chloe paid, we went outside. She told us about an idea. An idea that she could not do so at all, because she does not want to do that. "My colleague can switch bodies through this machine I'm holding. Today I will give it to you after it is inside tomorrow when you will go to the theater in the morning, you will switch places except that it will be in your body. Greta looked at her, thinking, but could not refuse, she had promised. I was lying on the floor. She stuck the device down my throat and it went black. She held the device that had my soul in it and asked if she understood what had to happen so that a possible bomb would not blow up. She nodded. Before handing her the device, Chloe whispered, "Call me when you're done. Good luck Jack." She handed me over to the unknown woman. The woman in whose care I was now had long brown hair, a pointed nose and an oval face shape. I heard her pull me out of a bag as she entered her home. She called out a name. One that was Jeanette. Further, I could hear Greta motioning for her to lie down on a bed. Sure enough, she lay down as she stabbed the device into her neck. "What are you doing?", Jeanette wanted to know, but it was too late for that, because I open my eyes in the next moment. This time, I was Jeanette. I was lying on the bed when the stranger started to speak. "Hello, who are you?" she asked me. I sat up straight. I was wearing a red shirt and a white skirt. It was weird that Chloe had mentioned me as a girl, but she probably had a reason for that, so I introduced myself, "I'm Alice." She held out her hand and said, "Greta, nice to meet you. And you're going to stop an assassination tomorrow?" "If there is a bomb. Yes," I answered her, "We have to plan for tomorrow." At first she told me that tomorrow she will already get dressed and after eating breakfast she will go to the theater earlier. Once she is there, she will activate me. Subsequently, she got black shoes with high heels that were about ten centimeters. "Can you walk in these?" I replied in the negative, putting them on so that my workout could begin. Although Jeanette's feet were smaller than the actual shoe size, after more than thirty minutes, I was able to walk in them. At first my feet buckled into each other, which really hurt, but little by little I was able to control this. I sat down again after we had finished the exercises. She lifted a card, which she showed me. "With this card, you can go anywhere. You should find this one in a pocket somewhere." She looked at me seriously until I nodded. Hopefully, we'll do this thing well. She pressed the button and everything went black again. Jeanette's body fell onto the bed. When she awoke, she had been told she was falling asleep. After that there was silence and I could relax. The next morning Greta, with a good morning, woke me up. I was ready. She packed me in a bag, ate breakfast and got dressed. After some time, I could hear the street noise as it became quiet all of a sudden. "Good, are you ready?" she asked me when she was in the changing room. "If you can't make it by 10:30, take me back to my body," she said. She fearfully stuck the device down her throat and suddenly I caught sight of a dressing room. "Don't worry Greta!", I tried to reassure her. I was now in the body of an attractive woman. The apparatus, where she was now inside, I put in her pocket and that again in the locker, which I did not close. Although it was a serious situation, I was not allowed to have much fun. Greta was a good cover for my plan. Especially she was very big with her shoes. I, Greta wore a black dress on and on the sleeves there were still scarves that were in the air. You should take a look at her figure. Curvy. Of course I had to touch her breasts, which were huge. With her finger I trailed over her smooth thighs. Every single point I could feel. I had enjoyed the time. If I were in my own body, I would be aroused by now. But now to the essential. As soon as I had the enjoyed time behind me, I started walking. My high heels could be heard far away. I had my thoughts where I could find a bomb. Mostly these were places where no one had access. That could only be the basement. There was an elevator going down. Before I could even get in, someone approached me. "Do you remember me Greta?" a male voice asked me. I looked at him, pretending to remember. "Slowly I remember you. You are, aren't you, the one I met once right?", I answered him. He nodded. "My name is Tom and we were in a group together at the orchestra entrance exam. Do you remember?" "Right!" He continued, "And how are you? Long time no see" I nodded towards him "Yeah, good and you?" I could see it in his eyes, he could go on talking to me/her for hours, but then he was called by a man who was behind me. Tom said goodbye and kept walking while I took a closer look at him. His clothes and also his posture resembled with that, of the others. Now that I had time, I ran into the elevator. He was old. This could be seen. Especially when you pressed a button, it took a long time to close the door and go down. Once I got out at the bottom, I walked down a lighted hallway. All the doors were locked except one. This one was not wide open, but was opened violently anyway. Meanwhile, I was able to open the door where I could see a body. It was the janitor who had been strangled. Unbelievable. So my guess was right. So the bomb is placed in the basement. I looked around me, no one. The cameras that showed footage in front of me. There were two assassins and one actually had a wristwatch, around his left hand. Somehow this one looked familiar. Tom had one on and his partner who called him, the man next to him. Damn. I was sending the footage to the police when a man - I believed it was Tom - told me to keep my hands off it or there would be a bullet in my head. I turned, as he later asked me to do. I looked at him. Suddenly he had become more uncertain. "Why are you doing this?", I wanted to know. "You know that feeling when you're always being oppressed? That's exactly how I feel now. No one understands me." In Greta's voice, I tried to reassure him, "I don't understand." He smiled back at me and said I didn't know how I felt. Actually, the police should be coming in a few minutes. "The way you are treating me right now Tom, I feel like you described yourself. I have done you no harm" "And yet you informed the police!" He approached me with the gun held to my forehead. "I want to protect you. Do you want to spend the rest of your life behind bars?", I asked him. He pondered. "Do you really want your friends who supported you to lose their hope in you?" He reasoned, and sure enough, I was able to convince him. He threw the gun away and said he would turn himself in to the police. Together we went upstairs. The orchestra had been evacuated. It took several minutes for the police to arrive and detain him. With one shot, Tom was killed by his partner from a corner. I was shocked. I could have been wiped out quite easily, but then I remembered a reason. Tom and the stranger knew that others must never find out about the trouble the world and I would get into. Very problematic the whole thing. Tom fell to the ground. His colleague was also killed with gunshots. They were able to defuse the bomb that was in the basement. I finished my mission, returned to the locker room where I took out the device and said to Greta that I was done. I stuck this down her throat and promptly I was back in the dark and she was back in her body. She thanked me. She took the phone called Chloe and immediately arranged to be back on the beach. Afterwards she put me in her bag before she left. "And if you need me again, feel free to contact me," she said to Chloe, who accepted me. "Close fun?" she wanted to know. She put me in her bag. After the ride home, she put the device down my throat. I was back in my body. After saying goodbye with Chloe, I returned to my home. I opened the door to find my sister waiting for me, saying I had received mail. I sat in the chair and started opening the mail. One of the letters was from my Aunt Ann and Uncle John paternal side and there comes the next problem.
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