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No result.
No, that won’t do.
Then I once again remembered my long-time acquaintance with electricity.

One blow paralyzed me, so maybe the other will have the opposite effect? It is only necessary that the blow be high voltage, but not fatal.
Fearing to get up, I crawled to the hall, where Mashka was standing with a small black and white TV and otkovyryat back cover with his teeth, then turned it on, pulled the cord out of the socket and gritted his teeth so as not to bite his tongue, put his finger inside.
Now I will be hit by the residual charge of the capacitors.
The strike was really not a weak one, but it is safe because of the small capacity of the TV.
With a crash I flew off to the opposite corner and was very elbowed.
The sudden sensation of pain momentarily eclipsed all thoughts, and then I felt the whole body.
Only the body was not mine.
Centimeter by centimeter with my inner eye, I felt him, comparing him with the old one.
The strongest difference was that the center of gravity shifted noticeably downwards.
In the male body, the bulk of the muscles is at the level of the chest and shoulders; therefore, in a man, he moves his shoulders and torso during movement.
Here the main weight is going, sorry, at the level.
I slowly got up and turned this very place.
And there is.
And, in addition, this body is more inert.
To him it is necessary to adapt in order not to fly into all corners.
It is, of course, lighter in weight, but the muscles are weaker

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, which means their tension should be greater.
This creates a feeling of heaviness.
Let’s get used to it.
I took (made?) Two steps and went (approached?) To the mirror.
Remaining in the soul of a man, from a male point of view, I valued myself and lightly ran my palms over my breasts.
Quite a pleasant feeling, although not very new.
Women’s breasts are more sensitive, but not fundamentally different from men’s.

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I once again stroked my chest.
No, still nice.
Very sensitive skin.
And here.
My old body went out into the hall not quite confidently, slightly staggering.
I looked at myself from the side.
Well, like nothing in front.
This picture is quite familiar to me from the reflection in the mirror.
Do I really stoop so much? Ugliness, you need to take care of yourself.
But the shoulders are good.
Though I haven’t been pumping for a long time, I still have muscles.
But ass! Close-fitting pants! This is not in any gate climbs! Is my life so fat ass! At the man! From tomorrow I start to run in the morning! Actually, I’m kinda cute.
The body approached the mirror almost closely and stared at itself.
And I became really scared.
The body was mine.
My head was mine.
But the face is not mine.
I looked again at the mirror and at myself.
Instead of a well-known Mashkin face, a completely unfamiliar woman looked out from there.
Masha, is that you? – I asked in a strange voice.
– Is it you or not you? It is me, – the male voice answered me, – but it is not clear whose face.
And then it hit me.
Masha, – I said, still not fluent in the language, – these are our faces, but only with a strange expression.
I tried to smile.
Masha’s lips were dry and thin, and a smile stretched her mouth over the corners.
I used to smile, slightly raising my upper lip, and now Mashkin’s face with an upturned lip suddenly turned into a cross between mine and hers.
I tried to change the face and felt that with every second his own face disappears from the Mashkin body and my, natural, but only female face arises.
Probably the exact same face would be my twin sister.
Look – whispered Masha, whose face is also rapidly changing.
This was to be expected, – I said, – this is quite normal.
Once the face has changed, the body is completely under control.
Well, let’s do business? Do not rush, – my body grinned, – let’s begin by getting uneasy.
I waved my hand, went to the bedroom with a wide bed and a mirror on the ceiling and lay down comfortably, trying to feel the feelings in a new look as deeply as possible.
In the supine position, the features of the mechanical structure were no longer felt so strongly, and I was able to focus on the senses.
Oddly enough, they were not particularly different.
I slightly beat my hair.
They were much longer and heavier than the gangster hedgehog that wore my male body.
The woman in the mirror, arranged over the bed, elegant, obviously not my movement, just straightened the hair strands.
I gently ran my fingers over my face.
The hand was small and light, and its touch was barely perceptible.
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