Have you had any adventures in your life? Maybe you hitchhiked or went to another country as a "savage"? Or maybe just a long hike through the mountains and forests? If so, which of the above would you call the most amazing? I've never had anything like this. Until recently.
I was a typical urban dweller, I worked five days a week, and only on weekends I allowed myself to relax more or less normally. I was not interested in active recreation — I was tired at work. I preferred a comfortable and comfortable bed and four walls, rather than a sleeping bag and a tent. The maximum that he could afford was kebabs at the cottage. I didn't even think about suddenly getting into real adventures, like a hobbit or any other character in adventure films. My life was too gray and monotonous, and the fear of something new and unknown served as a good brake for overclocked fantasies. And what? And how? And if? These are the questions that came to me every time I occasionally.
To say that I was shocked is to say nothing. I knew about such a genre as "Transmigration ", Russian science fiction writers love it very much. But all these "transmigiraters" always got in after death. Stabbed in a doorway, fell unsuccessfully, just after death a certain entity descended, well, or was hit by a car. Ninety-nine percent of ordinary Japanese schoolchildren got into the latter way. It was as if the truck that suddenly turned the corner had a fierce hatred for them. But to get there so... just when I went to bed? Like thousands of times before? This is something new. There was no panic, hysteria and screams, or vice versa joy and anticipation. There was just a feeling of... wrongness.
The new body turned out to be a little younger than my last one—twenty-three years old. Brown-haired, short hair, green eyes, slim body, face is quite simple, only a small burn near the right eye, as if a soldering iron or a red-hot piece of iron had been applied there. It seems that the reflection in the mirror was even slightly similar to my old one. I woke up, as one might think, not in a hospital, a conscription circle or deep in the forest, but in bed. In a pretty decent apartment. Studio room, kitchen, bathroom. Everything is furnished expensively, but without frills. A huge plasma TV, a sofa and armchairs made of genuine leather, a designer coffee table, a double bed. Everything else is small — like a bookcase (half empty), a couple of paintings, carpets and just small interior items. The bathroom had a bathtub itself, a shower stall, a toilet, a sink and a mirror. The kitchen didn't shine with variety either — cupboards, drawers, refrigerator, stove, extractor hood, sink, kitchen table with a couple of chairs. But the main thing is the view. Panoramic windows overlooked the city.
At first, I just stared out the window for a long time and thought in silence. Gradually, my head began to ache as the memories of the previous owner of the body slowly began to emerge. Dim visions, and, sometimes, sharp flashes. It was like something elusive at the edge of consciousness. It's like you're about to remember what you wanted to say or do, but it's eluding you. Still, by focusing, I was able to catch some particularly vivid memories, and they plunged me into even greater shock. Some of the events and names were suspiciously familiar. When I saw a laptop on the table, I reached into the World Wide Web. His password popped up in my head, although it gave off a new sharp flash of headache. That's where the second surprise was waiting for me. In my probably previous life, I knew English so well, more or less, I could understand and explain myself with grief, but here I read, typed and spoke like a native speaker, and my knowledge of Russian also did not go away. I was stuck on my laptop for several hours.
Well, I can say that I got not only into the body of another person on Earth, as I thought at the beginning, but into a person from a parallel Earth. Or another one? Let it be parallel. And not in any way, but full of heroes and villains. One of the many variations of the Earth of the Marvel universe, and a very peculiar one. After all, all the heroes and villains I know have changed their gender here! Instead of Iron Man, Iron Lady, instead of Spider-Man, Spider-Girl, instead of Captain America... uh, Captain America, but only female. Moreover, both Anita Stark and Stephanie Rogers were stunning beauties! And they all appeared in front of the public in most cases far from their superhero costumes. A nude photo shoot? You are welcome. An advertisement for erotic underwear? Easy. Almost on the verge of 18+. And so many heroines did that they did not hide their face. Yes, even a few villains lit up! The cover of the March issue of the main glossy magazine for women was decorated with a Scorpion, the enemy of Spider-Girl. A tall, attractive girl with a cute snub-nosed nose, freckles, long red hair and a size four breast covered only by a tail from her costume. Looking at all these charms, I began to have a natural reaction of the body. As it turned out later, there were almost no ugly women in this world. And it was not only this that introduced cognitive dissonance. Deciding to find out how this world is still different from my past, I started Googling everything that came to mind. So, the twin towers are standing, but the Statue of Liberty is not — destroyed by the Chitauri invasion, less than a year ago. By the way, it was from their ray guns that the scar appeared — they were unsuccessfully hit by a shot, it's good that only tangentially. But I still had to spend a lot of time in the hospital, where all the doctors and nurses were sticking to Peter. The Soviet Union collapsed only in the two thousandth year, which is why Russia has a slightly larger territory here compared to the one I am used to. Two thirds of Australia has been bought out by numerous firms and organizations, where they conduct all possible and impossible experiments and research. And a huge meteorite fell on Madagascar and brought a kind of crystal, which quickly grew and made almost the entire island uninhabitable, as it emits some harmful radiation. But perhaps the most important thing is that men are in the minority here. Literally. About one in ten. I don't know what caused it, but I didn't find any explanation on the Internet, like a virus or something else. It's just that men are so rarely born.
This has led to the fact that almost all positions in all organizations are occupied only by women, and many men stay at home, raise children and do household chores. Although, if a man wants to apply to some prestigious university or strives to move up the career ladder, he will be helped in every possible way and will be preferred to hundreds of other candidates. Therefore, men are appreciated, groomed and cherished here. Due to their shortage, polygamous marriages were allowed all over the world. For example, the father of this body (who was a big businessman. This made it clear where such a nice apartment came from) there were four wives and seven children. There's only one boy, me. Memories surfaced in his head of how his mother, aunts and sisters tried to set him up with their many girlfriends. But because of his character, Peter Richter always found excuses. No, he wasn't gay. He was just... uh, very phlegmatic. Because of his rich father and the great attention of the rest of the family, he got everything he wanted when he wanted. One might have thought that this would spoil and spoil him, but it turned out quite the opposite — getting everything and more, he stopped realizing the value of many things. Gradually, year after year, but it happened. Peter did not work anywhere, couriers delivered food to him, fortunately, a large amount of money from his father came to his bank card every week, but he did not spend even a third of it.
While thinking and collecting information, I did not notice how the sun sank below the horizon, and darkness covered the huge metropolis, which was instantly dispersed by the numerous lights of windows, signs, lanterns and headlights of speeding cars. My stomach rumbled treacherously, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything since the morning, only left my laptop a couple of times to get water. Opening the refrigerator, I involuntarily grimaced — only semi-finished products. Something that doesn't take long to cook. Just heat it up on the stove or in the microwave and you're done. Well, or everything you need for sandwiches. I ate all this in my previous world, but this was due to a banal lack of money and time, and not an unwillingness to cook. After a quick snack of sandwiches, I decided that tomorrow I should go for a normal meal. Fortunately, there was money, and I didn't know how long I was stuck here.
****
The front door of the apartment on the corridor side was upholstered with expensive and high-quality wood substitute, but when I knocked on the wall, I heard a distinct metallic hum. A small panel next to it, to which it was necessary to attach a magnetic key card, made it clear that the entrance to my apartment was well protected. All I found were a couple of decent jeans, T-shirts, and a few pairs of sneakers. Did this guy really need so little of everything? I'll have to buy more clothes sometime. The electronic lock clicked, releasing me into the well-maintained corridor of the skyscraper. The elevator was very fast and completely silent, apparently some local technology. The lobby of the first floor consisted of several more elevators, a carpet path from the entrance to these very elevators, figuratively trimmed ornamental trees in pots and a guard post, which now had a tall blonde in black baggy pants, high heavy boots, in a tank top that hugged her decent bust. She had a pistol holster attached to her right leg. When she saw me, she opened her eyes in surprise and examined herself meticulously before going to cross me.
—"Mr. Richter," her voice was surprisingly pleasant, "I don't get to see you very often, is something wrong?" Is there something you want to report or ask for? — the woman folded her arms under her chest, which visually made her even bigger and her eyes so — pop-pop.
" N-no, I just decided to take a walk and buy some groceries"
"Tired of ordering semi-finished products? I understand that they only spoil your health. By the way, I'm a great cook. If you need advice or help, please contact us," the guard winked and smiled slyly.
"Um, okay," I said, not quite sure how to answer her and went to the exit, feeling her gaze on my fifth point.
"Have a nice day!" I heard the girl's voice.
****
What can I say about this strange world after a few hours of walking? New York was still being rebuilt after the attack of an alien race. I lived in a pretty good neighborhood — the streets were clean, there were a lot of police (almost all of them were women who followed me with their eyes as if I were a suspicious teenager) and expensive clothing and food stores. I managed to see this for myself when I looked at these prices. My inner toad broke off in a half-croak when I saw such numbers. And although I had more than enough money to buy food for a whole feast, I could not afford to buy them — I would not forgive myself for such expenses, because just a couple of days ago I was looking for all sorts of discounts and promotions on products. I had to walk around a lot and look for shops with more or less reasonable prices.
There were many girls and women, and they were all beautiful or pretty, as if ugly representatives of the fair sex could not be born in this world. And everyone follows you with their eyes and with such faces, as if they had already dragged me to their place and tied me to the bed. They "accidentally" bumped into me a dozen times, managing to grope me in various places during these couple of seconds. It was very embarrassing. I just didn't know how to react to all this, so I decided that the best solution for me would be to just ignore it all. At the supermarket, all those who were standing at the checkout waiting for their turn tactfully let me go ahead. The consultants at the clothing store persistently offered to come into the fitting room with me, as they said,
~to assess live how my clothes fit and choose the perfect option.~
But I didn't remember the way to my new house. Therefore, I had to take a taxi, fortunately I guessed to take a picture of the address on my phone. The taxi driver turned out to be a young girl who made eyes at me in the rearview mirror all the way. And all the women and girls first of all looked at ... no, not at the groin, but at the hands. Or rather, on his fingers, looking for an engagement ring. After all, even if it was, becoming some kind of wife was also acceptable, but if the man was not ringed… At one point, I was even a little scared under all those hungry stares.
As soon as I walked back into the skyscraper, the same guard just snatched the bags out of my hands and helped me carry them to the apartment, I didn't have time to object. When she went back to her post, she wiggled her hips so much that I couldn't help but stare. Turning around and grunting with satisfaction, the girl walked on. That's the devil!
****
So, imperceptibly, more than a month has passed. I still went out for a walk around the city and for groceries, women still followed me with their eyes and as if accidentally groped me, they often came up on the street to get acquainted or invite me somewhere, and the guard downstairs still made eyes at me and crammed into my apartment just to do something "to cook." Perhaps most of the guys thought they were in some kind of paradise, but the local women showed signs of attention with such insistence that it became uncomfortable and awkward. Once I saw a red and blue Spider-Girl figure flash between the skyscrapers. The news often flashed news about the battles of heroes and villains here and there all over the city. And how can you live here in peace at all?
One morning, Peter's phone rang for the first time. The screen flashed [Sister] and I wondered for a while whether it was worth answering. Could she have immediately recognized by my voice that I was not Peter? It is unlikely, but it was not worth completely dismissing this theory. It could have been ignored, but what if this was her usual check? Well, like, did her brother die of loneliness and seclusion? And if I don't answer, then she'll definitely suspect something. Taking a deep breath, I clicked on "accept":
"Yes?"
"Little brother! Hello, hello! How are you there? Have you forgotten what the sun looks like?" The voice of the woman, the sister was the eldest, sounded quite cheerful. An exasperated sigh escaped by itself, and memory helpfully suggested that Peter did not like it very much when Jessica (thanks again to the pop-up memory that brought with her a headache) called him so diminutively.
"How many times have I asked you not to call me that?"
"Uh-uh, is it still the same bore?" There was a cheerful laugh on the other side of the phone, apparently the woman knew about it. "How are you, little brother?"
"Is it the same?" I said timidly, hoping she wouldn't hear the question.
"I had no doubt about that," Jessica sighed. There was silence for a few seconds, then the woman continued uncertainly: " Listen, I have a request for you…".
"Which one?" The left eyebrow rose in surprise of its own accord.
"Recently, one of my colleagues arrived in New York for work ... "
"Oh no," again a heavy sigh escaped by itself. I had already forgotten how the relatives of this body loved to play matchmaker.
"Well, don't sigh so fatally, wait!" Jessica pleaded.
"Is she really a good woman and...".
"A woman? How old is she?" The nurse mumbled something weakly.
"Sister?".
Thirty—two..." the nurse said in a tone as if she were confessing to a mass murder.
"She's almost ten years older than me."
"So what? She's beautiful, smart, funny, and what breasts and hips! Wow! Sometimes I catch myself staring at her! This is a joke!" after my long silence, the newly minted relative added anyway.
"You know, I'm only looking for guys, if only I could find them."
I thought about it. Maybe it's really time to take advantage of the peculiarity of this world? Since I'm here anyway. Eh. Well, it's just a date, isn't it? What could possibly go wrong?
"Okay, I agree".
— What, really?! I could practically hear her eyes pop open and her eyebrows go up in surprise.
"I mean, yeah, how can you refuse to date her? Thank you, little brother, I'll make her happy now, but in the meantime I'll send you her photos so that you'll recognize her when you see her. Bye-bye, little brother, I kiss you.".
Jessica hung up, and soon she sent me photos of the one I was supposed to meet. They sent a lot of them, and only two showed her face, the rest were of a more piquant nature. I must admit, the woman was really beautiful. Especially in this set of underwear, and in the Jacuzzi, and... well, it was possible to continue for a long time.
****
The date night took place almost a week and a half later, in one of the chicest restaurants in the city, with some French name, and where tables had to be booked as much as a few days in advance. Since you can't go to such a place in jeans and a T—shirt, they simply won't let you in and won't understand, I had to go back for clothes. And so, in a decent three-piece suit and highly polished shoes, I arrived at the restaurant. The girl at the reception smiled sweetly at me and unbuttoned another button on her snow-white blouse.
"Welcome to Amour Merveilleux. How can I help you, sir?"
"Hello. I have an appointment with Miss Alicia Smith here.".
"Let's see. So," the girl quickly scanned the list.
"yeah, here it is. Miss Alicia is already waiting for you. Please follow me," the girl led me through the already filled hall, slightly swaying her ass in a tight skirt. Almost all the tables were occupied. The rare empty ones were clearly waiting for their guests. Almost all the couples were a woman plus a woman, or a girl plus a girl, but even so, many of them followed me with their eyes
" Your table, sir." the girl smiled again and put the menu in front of an empty table. My sister's colleague was sitting at the other end of the table. A revealing dress with a deep neckline that emphasizes the chest, and a cutout in the hem that opens up a view of the girl's long and slender legs. A minimum of makeup on the face, only lipstick, and mascara to emphasize the already long eyelashes. Her lush blond hair was intricately styled. The woman smiled charmingly at my approach and got up from the table.
"Alyssa? Jess said you were beautiful, but she clearly downplayed it," I flattered the woman and kissed her perfectly manicured hand.
"T-Thank you," the woman squeezed out and smiled slightly, blushing like a schoolgirl, and then even pulled out a chair for me, helping me to sit down, which made my right eye twitch a couple of times. The evening went well — excellent food and excellent wine. Alicia really turned out to be a very interesting conversationalist, she laughed fervently, and after the second bottle of wine I felt her leg stroking my leg under the table. She was smiling innocently at the same time. But it was already clear from her eyes that she had firmly decided for herself how this evening would end. Slightly drunk from the wine and from the sight of a beautiful woman next to me, I was also very much not against such an end to the evening. Covering the woman's hand with his own, he smiled back at her and reached forward to her. Alicia's eyes lit up, her breathing quickened, and she was about to answer me when a loud mobile call from her purse made the woman swear and reach for the device.
"damn it! And why didn't I turn it off?! Such a gorgeous evening!" finally, having found the phone, the woman was about to turn it off and return to the failed kiss, but when she saw who was calling her, her face changed.
"I'm sorry, I have to answer!" the woman literally begged and quickly ran away somewhere towards the restrooms. Alicia returned a couple of minutes later with a sad and apologetic expression on her face.
"I'm very, very sorry, but I had an emergency at work, so I need to go there as soon as possible"
"Something sirious?".
"It seems that yes." the woman confessed. "Waitress, the bill, please!" having quickly paid the bill, Alicia picked up her purse and hesitantly crumpled in place.
" I'm sorry again, I... " , getting up from my seat, I quickly put my arm around the woman's waist and kissed her. Why did she squeak in surprise at the beginning, and then pressed her whole body against me in response and practically floated in my arms.
" Well... hmm ... yes," Alicia blushed and looked around uncertainly. A lot of envious glances looked back at her.
"Here's my number." the woman pulled out a pen and a piece of paper from her bag and quickly wrote down her number, brazenly shoved it into my pants pocket, holding her hand there much longer than it should be.
"I hope to see you again!" With that, Alicia ran away.
I just had to look after her. Sighing wearily, I slowly walked to the exit. Firstly, a lot of hungry stares stared at me again and it was clear that some were already ready to approach me, and secondly, the sexual tension of the body was still at its peak and I had to hurry home - I would have to take care of myself today
****
I decided to walk a couple of streets to the house. I wanted to think and get some fresh air. Should I call Alicia tomorrow?
* BAM!*
I was distracted from my thoughts by a loud noise in one of the alleys between the buildings. It was as if someone had hit or hit a tin trash can with force. The street was lit up, but I didn't see anything except the mentioned garbage cans.
* BAM!*
The sound was repeated and one of the tanks swayed slightly. I shifted unsteadily from one foot to the other and looked around. Somewhere in the distance there was a small group of young girls chirping about something. Numerous cars flashed through the gap between a couple of houses. There was a small coffee shop nearby, still open, and there were several police officers on the other side of the street. In general, I was not alone, and I could not be afraid of repeating the usual scene from horror movies. However, do I need it? Poking into a deserted alley, even if it was well lit? After all, it could have been a cat, a rat, or a raccoon making noise.
* BAM!*
While I was thinking, the noise was repeated. On the other hand, I am now in a world where the most unthinkable things are possible and this suspicious noise may turn out to be something completely unusual. After hesitating on the spot for a couple more minutes, I decided to check what was making so much noise there. He began to approach the trash cans as quietly as possible, which suspiciously quieted down when I approached. Taking hold of the lid of the one that was swinging, I slowly began to open it, moving as far away as possible.
"MEOW!"
"FUCK!"
A cat jumped out of the tank and, hissing angrily at me, ran away somewhere. I jumped up almost a meter, and shouted such a familiar word in my native language, followed the cat with a frightened look. Motherfucker, some monsters locked a cat in a trash can, and I already managed to wind myself up to the most I don't want to. When the racing pulse calmed down a little, I put the tank lid back in place and went back to my apartment, but I didn't have time to move even two meters away:
"Mfph!.."
Something sticky and viscous fell from above and prevented me from screaming, instantly filling my nose and mouth. A second later, darkness fell.