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Author's note. Thank you all for all your encouraging reviews for my first attempt. I hope you will enjoy the complete story. And many thanks to Editor Sissy Kathy! Kathy, you did a great job turning my sleazy writing in a real story! Love you! ******************************* Test subject Number 4 It is not easy to be a foreign student. Especially when your family is poor and there is nobody who can provide financial support. Managing to enroll, getting a student loan, obtaining a student visa - every step was a great achievement on its own! Getting myself from the middle of nowhere to study in the states is really something. But I was way too ambitious and failed to plan properly. Now I have to face reality. I'm burned out and completely exhausted, from months of sleep deprivation, working day and night, and trying to study. I had expected that my English skills would greatly improve, but I'm so drained I have difficulty concentrating enough to even write a small paper. I have to drop one of my jobs to be able to study. But then I won't be able to make payments for the very expensive student loan I arranged back home and my relatives will be in trouble. I'm sitting in my room in a flat I share with a Swedish guy, Alf. He is a great guy. He is studying AI (Artificial Intelligence). He is very good at coding and I understand that he made a small fortune by investing in Bitcoin at the right time. We are good friends. He is easy going guy, although maybe a little shy. He is especially shy with girls. Being financially independent and working out regularly he can get any girl he likes, but he still considers himself a nerd and becomes nervous every time a good looking girl gets close to him. Lately he has started to date Lena, or rather, Lena decided to date him. I hated Lena from my initial meeting with her. She has a great body with big breasts and very nice looking ass. You should see that ass when she is walking! She smiles nicely, but you can see evil in her eyes. She is older than Alf, and I'm sure that it's his money she's after. I tried to warn Alf that Lena is trouble, asked him to think where she got all those strange tattoos, and what exactly she does for a living; but he just says that I'm jealous. I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. I need new clothes and a haircut is long overdue. My laptop is also producing strange sounds. I hope it isn't going to die because I just can't afford a new one. Right now, it's showing a page of medical start-up inviting volunteers for testing a new anti-allergy treatment. These guys are offering very good money. $250 a week, and an additional $3000 at the end of 3 mounts testing. That would help me a lot! I can quit one of my part- time jobs. Even so, I still reluctant to try this option; my mother taught me to avoid doctors as much as possible. There are plenty of strong herbs you can find for any problems you may have. Feeling nervous or difficult to sleep? Try valerian root. Bleeding? Plantain is very easy to find. And so on. Nature already has everything you may need. Renting myself out as a guinea pig for medical research seems like the wrong thing to do. Just now, my train of thought is interrupted by a sneezing attack. I developed an allergy provoked by tons of very cheap instant coffee I consume to keep me awake, and I don't know any herbs that can help. Now my laptop is creating strange noises again as if trying to say, "Yes, looser, I'm dying and you have no money to replace me!" I call the number and after answering a few questions got myself listed for next day volunteers' meeting. *** The next day came and I found myself standing in front of a gray building. There is no company name on the building, but it is just next door to a medical research institute run by a big pharmaceutical company. So, obviously, research that is too risky for a company's reputation is 'outsourced' to some medical 'startup'. It's not a good sign, but I'm telling myself that I simply have no choice. The meeting room is big and I found about 30 people already siting there. Apparently, I'm not the only one with financial problems attempting to get a little extra cash. I realize I'm late. Tall bald man in a lab coat looked at me with disapproval, touched his glasses and continued to speak. "I will repeat that failing to show up for treatment or even being late will automatically cancel your payment. Our procedures involves taking regular blood samples, injections, lying still for a few hours in a very limited space. If you are afraid of needles or have claustrophobia I recommend you to leave right now." "It is well known fact that people who were born and raised in a natural conditions are not affected by allergy and tend to be stronger and much healthier; and by natural, I mean dirty. Of course, it was to great advantage of the human race that we discovered disinfection and that modern children are born in a sterile environment. The scale of child mortality is not even comparable. But at the same time we witness ever increasing allergies and other problems associated with weak human micro biota." "Human micro biota include bacteria, archaea, fungi and viruses." The tall man was the worst speaker I ever had to hear. Hot stuffy meeting room, monotonic lecture about micro-something, all of this makes me feel sleepy. And I don't need much encouragement to fall asleep lately. I bet I can fall asleep standing on my feet with my eyes wide open... "It is relatively new field of research. What we know is that humans are colonized by many microorganisms; the estimate is that the average human body is inhabited by ten times as many non-human cells as human cells." I was day-dreaming about these 250 bucks I can get here. Cutting my hair would be nice, it was getting too long and irritating me constantly. I'll order nice pizza and share it with Alf. It's been awhile since I bought any food. In fact, Alf was feeding me last few weeks. "Early in life, exposure to right microorganisms is what makes human micro biota a strong part of the system. If we're able to reset your micro biota, create a new one and make your body to cooperate with it, then at least we should be able to reduce your allergy symptoms. Other health benefits such as better digesting and immunity to common flu are also to be expected" No, I have to be smart, I will not spend the money right away, the hair cut can wait another week. I will quit the evening part-time job and will study hard. And I will be able to get more rest, sleeping more hours. "... and I would be happy to destroy any unprofessional speculation that micro biota can affect human DNA or can have anything to do with so called psycho powers." And I was smiling at the 250 bucks coming my way. Was preparing to take them in my hand... Waking up was unpleasant. The tall guy was standing right in front of me, his face is showing disdain. "I don't like how you behave yourself young man! But since I have so few test subjects ..." I noticed that the big room is almost empty. There is only two guys and one middle-aged woman in the room left. "I will repeat especially for you that micro biota is still not well understood. We will try to not only get you completely new micro biota, but also simulate some of the process of your birth so your body will accept it and start to cooperate. How your body will actually react is unknown. Bad side effects are possible. And if you are still willing to participate, for this money, you have to sign waivers accepting the risks papers that you are willing to risk and must give up right to sue us for any possible damage to your health!" "Ok, I understand," I mutter. "And I really need this money." "Great. Go ahead and sign the papers!" The large volume of legal papers I was ordered to sign in front of a camera was making me nervous. What I'm getting myself into?! But that dream about having money ... I just have to get it! When all the papers where signed I was questioned in front of the camera to confirm that I understand what I just signed and that I'm doing it voluntary etc. Finally, I was invited to separate room where I was asked to remove all my clothes and put on a medical gown, and the testing began. A large stern nurse with name tag Donna was pushing me around. I tried to joke with her but got no reaction. Tests were following one another, some very simple and some was so complicated I didn't even understand what they were for. A few times I saw other two guys and the woman in similar gown, but mostly we were kept separate. In the end, I was asked to swallow quite a few big pills and drink 2 small cups of liquid. I tried to joke about getting high, but instead of a smile, all I got was a cold stern look. "You still don't get it?" "... ?" "You are not a patient here, you are a test subject!" That was said in such derogatory way that I didn't know how to answer. I swallowed my pills in silence. Finally, all four of us 'test subjects' met again in front of Dr. Robert's office. Immediately I noticed another sign that something was wrong with this place. "So, they don't even want us to know his family name. It would be difficult for us to complain." None of the guys reacted to my words. I assume that the white guy about 30 years old was too busy thinking about all the boozing he is going do as soon as he gets the money. The other guy, my age, was looking like he just arrived from Asia and I'm not sure he was able to understand me. The woman smiled weakly. Her name was Susan and I liked her because she looked a little bit like my mother when she was younger. We started to chat. She has two daughters and was living a normal life till recently when her oldest daughter Liza become addicted to drugs. Liza was becoming a junkie so quickly it put enormous strain on the family. Susan's husband left and now she was left alone to deal with the situation. I was feeling sorry for her, I didn't know what to say and was happy when the nurse interrupted by inviting me into the office. The tall man was sitting here holding a pencil in his hands. I was standing in front of him not sure if I should sit or not. He kept an unpleasant silence for a minute or two, finally, he opened his desk, took out an envelope, and dropped it on the desk in front of me. The very moment I reached my hand to take the envelope, he covered it with his hand. "Your name here is Number 4. You are test subject number 4, and you are not allowed to talk to the other test subjects! Do you understand me?" "Yes," I answered, but got feeling that the bastard is waiting for more, so I said, "Yes, Dr. Robert, I understand." "And I remind you that according to papers you signed today you also not allowed to talk outside about any part of this research. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Dr. Robert, I understand," I repeated. He removed his hand and I took the envelope, muttered some "thank-you" and was going to left the office when he stopped me. "One more thing, also in the papers, but I bet a guy like you didn't bother to read. You are strongly recommended not to take any medicine, alcohol or narcotics as it is will greatly increase your chances of getting side effects." He leaned his tall body forward and looked at me above his glasses. "And if you will get bad side-effects you will be out of here and I'm not going to pay you anymore." Nurse Donna made me memorize my schedule for visits, gave me instructions to swallow pills every morning, and walked me out of building. ****** On my way back I texted Alf that today I'd prepare dinner for both of us, called my boss and quit, and started to feel better about myself. This medical shit was unpleasant, Dr. Robert is a jerk, but I don't have to work this evening! Even with a beer or two I'll be able to study, or maybe I'll finally start to write that overdue paper. ****** I don't cook often, usually I just have some cheap junk food. Real cooking took more time than I expected. It was simple fried potatoes, fish and salad. But fish was very difficult to clean without proper tools. It took me a lot of time to prepare everything. But Alf is also late for some reason. So, when everything was ready and I heard that front door is opening my mood is brightened - perfect timed. Beer was already on the table and I came into the living room with food only to discover that Lena had come with Alf. I hate this bitch and she hates me. It is not spoken, but we can see it in each other eyes. "Fyodor! This is great!" Alf was happy to see me and really appreciated all the food. "Oh! I didn't know your wife is also a good cook!" Lena attacked me on the spot. "A good wife has to know how to cook." I returned trying to suggest that Lena is surely not good wife material. "Don't fight girls!" said Alf with a laugh and left to his room. Lena showed me her long pierced tongue and sat across the table. I brought the rest of the food from the kitchen. Alf was coming from the room with an expensive looking bottle of whiskey and glasses. "I have something to announce!" said Alf with big smile and my heart sunk. Are they going to marry? If so, this bitch will destroy his life. Alf poured whiskey in three glasses. "Lena will fly home to visit her parents. She will return in three weeks and we'll will start planning our wedding!" They joined in a passionate kiss. As much as I hate seeing them kissing with Lena moving her pierced tongue in his mouth, and showing me a middle finger at the same time, I feel relieved to know that at least I still have a few weeks to try and save my friend. We drank whiskey and beer, ate a little bit with almost no conversation, as Lena and Alf was kissing each other every 2 minutes. Soon they went to Alf's room and I was left alone. I lost my appetite thinking about what they are going to do in the room. There's nothing I can do at the moment. Alf is so hooked on Lena that I really don't know what I can do. I already tried to check Lena's background on the net but found nothing. Probably she changed her name just recently. I decided that I should go and write the paper as I was planning, when suddenly I noticed Lena's purse on the table. I stopped breathing for a moment. If one of them will come back and find me digging in her purse ... I listening carefully to the sounds from Alf's room. No, they will be busy for at least another 10 minutes. I opened the purse. There was a mess of cosmetics, money, condoms, a brush, black panties, pills, some cheap jewelry, some receipts. The receipts weren't giving me any valuable information. I opened small compartment on the side of the purse to find a few credit cards. Why does she needs so many? Different names! I took the cards out get pictures with all the different the names with my phone when I noticed something else. Something white in a plastic baggie. I froze. Is it what I think it is? Is it cocaine?! I jumped when I hear Lena's voice behind the door. "Yea, baby, I'll be right back." With one motion, I close the purse putting all the cards back. In an instant, I'm sitting back on the sofa pretending that I'm eating, and checking my phone. I keep looking at my phone pretending that I'm checking Facebook and I'm chewing enthusiastically. About a minute passed and I feel like I just can't ignore her anymore. Slowly I raise my head. She standing with only Alf's shirt on her. Damn hot legs. Her eyes reflect pure hate. She is looking at me, I'm looking at her. She is turned to her purse, I'm looked at the purse. The side compartment is open. She knows that I know. Slowly she went to the purse and checked it. "Pidor! Popytaesh'sja mne pomeshat' tebja ub'jut!" she said to me in Russian. But I don't care to answer and pretend that I don't know. I go to my room, put headphones on and trying to read. ****** I was trying hard to concentrate on studying as I'm behind on so many subjects, but it was impossible after all the events of the day. I know that I won't be able to sleep either. So, I was happy to hear familiar voices from the living room and smell of cannabis. Alf and Lena had gone, but our neighbors Joseph and Thomas were here. Joseph dark skinned, long hair, nonstop pot-smoker. He is funny and extremely easy going guy. I like him a lot, his presence is always boosts my mood. Sometimes I think that he is semi-enlightened being. Nobody was seeing him studying, never! Yet he was managing to get good grades. Thomas is white, slightly overweight, but also easy going and funny. They have been known as J&T. We shake hands, I got praised for the cooking and start to complain about Alf and Lena right away, don't mentioning that I was searching her purse. "Why you so agitated?" asked J. "Lena! I can come just seeing her! Alf is such a lucky guy!" said T with a rather stupid smile. I wasn't getting much help here. I grabbed and lit a joint eagerly. As usual, the very first hit immediately made me feel relaxed. Studying is out of question now, but at least I'm able to relax; and it's a herb, right? Maybe I worry too much. Alf is a smart guy, surely he knows how to protect his money. We had been smoking and chatting back and forth for some time. When two more neighbors, Linda and Maria arrive. I greet them with my usual "Did you find where I can get my white male privilege?" joke. I said it hundreds of times already, but still found it funny. Linda, Maria, J and T all four of them are a part of some extreme leftist group. Linda was especially active spending all her free time and her parents' money on organizing events. I guess that makes her feel important. She was actively inviting everybody to join the club. Once I decided to go to a meeting because free snacks were promised. There was coffee and cookies, but after 40 minutes or so, I got tired of listening about how white people exploit everybody and that illegal migrants should have rights to stay and vote. It is hard to sympathize with these ideas when you nearly starving yourself. So, ever since this meeting, I was greeted Linda with the question about my privilege. Otherwise they have been cool people and I don't mind being around them. As usual Linda ignored my joke. But J. said, "You may joke as much as you like, but one day you may need our help." "And how exactly I'm going to get your help? I'm a white male the root for all evil, remember?" "You may change your mind one day." Answered Linda. "What if you join one of the minorities we are trying to help?" "What? How I will be able to join a minority?" "I don't know ..." said Linda with such a tone as to saying that she knows but don't what to say. A sudden realization crossed my mind. "Have you been talking to Lena?" Instead of an answer T shrugged his shoulders, J puffed his joint, Linda and Maria looked away. "Whatever she is saying to you is not true!" I cried. "She is manipulating you, don't you see?" After a few moments of unpleasant silence, T tried to say something positive. "But you cooking is better than my mother's." That was enough for me. "Please close the door when your meeting is over." I went to my room slamming the door behind. They were using our living room for small meetings. I decided to talk with Alf to cancel this arrangement. Lena is probably saying to everybody that I'm gay, but I can prove I'm straight. My next payment from the medical testing I will go to get a good haircut, replace some of my clothes, and will find a nice girl to date. Lena can go to hell, nobody will believe her. I felt better and managed to fall asleep. ******* The next few days are uneventful. Visiting the gray building became more routine. They had me lay in a hot bath, lay in a strange tube, I was getting injections, tablets, and some oil like substance I was told to put all over my body. It seems like I was worrying for nothing. My health was improving and I stopped sneezing. And instead of Donna there was a new nurse, Ruth this week. She looks like a nicer person than Donna and she was even smiling at me. With the extra time, I start to sleep better and have energy to concentrate on my studying. Lena's activities to destroy my reputation still bothered me though. One day Alf, for some reason, started saying that "he is very open minded guy and didn't have anything against people with different sexual preferences." I was speechless for a moment, but decided that I will not let the evil bitch destroy my friendship with Alf, so I answered with a laugh that I should get a good haircut asap, this long ponytail is making people believe I'm gay. Then Alf came with the proposal that since I know how to cook he'd buy food and I'd cook for us. I was thinking that's a great idea. I'd start to eat healthy food and save some money at the same time, seems like a good thing to do. But then the apron came. It's good to have an apron when you are cooking to save your clothes getting spattered, especially when you have so few of them. But this red apron was looking like it was more appropriate for a girl. With 'my body - my rules' written across, I'm sure it came from Linda. Is she trying to encourage my feminine side? And I found a way to hit back at Lena. I just asked Alf if he gave money to Lena to buy the tickets and he said yes. I just asked him how much it was and the price was at least double from what I knew the price should be. "Hmm strange ... very expensive tickets, but she seems afraid to fly and prefers to hang around." I believe I make him think for a moment. The bitch will get some unpleasant questions. ******* Everything is good. My allergy is gone and I feel fine; my studying is improving too. I was still behind on some subjects, but modafinil and some other smart drugs I'm getting from one local guy is helping me to concentrate as never before. I'm realizing that I'm bending the rule of no alcohol and no drugs, but my new microbes should better be accustomed to my habits. And so far I wasn't having any problems. Evil Lena finally disappeared, pretending she was flying to visit her parents. I'm better financially, but still trying to safe every dollar. So when I see a flier in our living room offering a free haircut and treatment I become interested. Apparently, the place was a part of beauty school and they was looking for someone to use for students practice. I called the phone number and asked if I can get a free haircut there, a pleasant woman voice said, "Sure, can you come after 10 in the evening? We do our free treatment when our main customers are gone." I checked the time and felt lucky that I will get a haircut the same evening. Strangely, I didn't find any indications that there was beauty school. The salon looks like a big establishment though. They were offering all kinds of services there including skin treatment, nails, tattoos, permanent makeup, piercing etc. Two of girls inside also look too mature for students. One girl was a small Asian with name Virginia and second tall blond named Karen. Both where smiling and seemed to be happy to see me. They offered me some herbal tea with cookies. I didn't need much encouragement to eat and was chewing some nice small cookies washing them down with tea. Virginia explained that she was teaching Karen and she'd use me as a dummy for skin treatment and haircut. "Nothing too extreme please," muttered I feeling suddenly sleepy. "Don't worry love, only some basic treatment," answered Virginia and started to massage my face. I'm half lying in a very comfortable chair, Virginia's touch on my face was very relaxing... Why did these girls have so many piercings and tattoos? I guess working in such place you have to advertise all options... Still strange... I woke up because someone was shaking me gently. "Wake up sleepyhead!" said Virginia. I opened my eyes and look at the mirror. My face looks different. The skin looks very clean and smooth. "It is enough for today my dear, please come tomorrow the same time and we will continue with your neck," said Virginia. "But what about my haircut?" "We will do it as soon as we finish with your skin." "And what is wrong with my eyebrows?" They were thin and slightly arched. "We trimmed it a little bit. It will be good with your new haircut, you will see! Girls will love your new style! And remember, you are getting free treatment that actually cost a lot of money!" The salon treatments continued for the next 3 days. They did my neck skin, hands, manicure. It felt nice, but I was irritated to find that every-time I was going to the salon my brows becoming thinner and more arched. Finally, it was totally female style and I determined to speak my mind about it. "Today is a big day!" greed me Virginia with a big smile. "What do you mean?" "... ah um ... we finally cutting your hair!" "Great! And you have to repair my brows, they looks too feminine!" "Sure love, just start to drink your tea." "I don't like your tea, it makes me sleepy!" "You don't understand! Our clients supposed to relax during the procedures. and you don't appreciate how much time we've already spent on you! Maybe we shouldn't do your hair?" "Ok, ok I'm drinking," I answered. I will get my free haircut finally and will be out of this strange place. But this time the tea hit me like a hammer. I had problems even standing and both girls pushed me not so gently to the chair. I'm tried to resist and stay awake, but I felt as if my conscious is slipping away. I'm tried to keep my eyes open, but the last thing I saw was Karen's hand pushing my head into position. I saw her black snake tattoo, but this time I knew where I had seen it before. It was exactly the same tattoo as Lena had. ******* I woke up feeling pain. My head, my face, and my back, everything hurt. I felt like I had very bad hangover. It was difficult to move and I didn't understand where I was. I was lying face down on something like a massage table. The room was dark. Slowly I managed to stand up. I was naked with the exception of some panties. I'm in the same salon, but now I was in the tattoo corner. I had to leave this place! I should never have been visiting this place. The invitation flier was a hoax and Lena is behind it. I can't find my clothes anywhere and I can't go outside naked. I found a light switch and turned it on only to jump in fright. A huge guy dressed like a biker is standing close to me. "Get this thing on and get out of here bitch." He threw something to me. With shaking hands, I unfolded clothes. I hesitated when I see that it was a dress. "I said put in on bitch." With shaking hands, I started to pull the dress over my head. I was really scared. Not because the guy is so big, but because of the black snake sign on his jacket. I wasn't the target of one evil bitch, I was up against a criminal gang. Is Alf being targeted for his Bitcoins? Or is it his skills that they are after? "Your shoes, bitch!" He is pushing me some heels. I'm trying to put it on, but it is not easy as I have no experience with such things. And I noticed that all my nails are bright red. Finally I managed to get them on and fastened. "Take this bitch." He pushed me a purse. I grabbed the purse and went stumbling and shaking to the exit. Outside I saw that it was early morning. I was crying hard. I tried to calm myself thinking that a guy in a dress is not something that can surprise this city, but for some reason I couldn't stop crying and tears were running my cheeks. I stopped to take the stupid heels off; I can't walk that long in these heels. My phone was ringing in the purse. I took it out, I didn't know the number, but I picked up. "Do you like my presents to you, bitch?" Lena's voice greeted me from the phone. "Stop crying bitch and say that you like it. You should be grateful to me. If you only knew what guys wanted to do to you!" "I ... like it," said I with a shaky voice. "That's it bitch! Consider it is a lesson. I said to Alf that you are transgender and jealous because you also want to be his girl." continued Lena with a laugh. "Then when we saw that you are becoming an obstacle, and decided to do something about it, I insisted on having a little fun with you and giving you some decoration." "Now I need you to get out of my way and don't even dare to say a word against me. Every time you were visiting our salon we were injecting you with a big dose of hormones. Another few shots and you will be chemically castrated. I would love to do it, but this shit is expensive and I decided that this is enough to educate you. With all this cosmetics and hormones in your blood, you wouldn't be able to prove that you are not transgender, nobody will believe you. So, play along, be a good girl, and stay away from Alf! Two months from now you can get your shitty life back." "And one more thing, don't remove these pumps, I love to see how you walk in them." Lena hung up. I looked at the phone and see that it is 5 in the morning. There is a few missed calls from Alf. I start to walk again, trying to find balance. A huge black SUV passed me, slowed down in front of me, and then accelerated away. ****** Lena was kind enough to put not only my phone, but also my key and other things from my pockets into my purse. The walk back to the flat was not pleasant. The longer I walked more clearer my head was becoming. I was making efforts to stop crying and nearly succeeded when the thought came that I'm crying so much because of all estrogen they pushed in my system. And that thought made me cry even harder. I didn't pay much attention to passers-by, fortunately there were very few of them thanks to the early hour. And I didn't care that Maria, the friend of Linda, stopped running and was staring at me with open mouth. I'm done with this city. As soon as possible I'd transfer. I'd choose something less known and prestigious, and maybe I'd even be able to save some money on tuition. Then I'd do my best to warn Alf anonymously. Lena mentioned two months, that means I have time. I came to the flat as silently as possible, removed the heels took them with me and tiptoed to the bathroom. For the first time, I had a good look at my face. I hit my mouth with a hand to not cry out, but the touch was painful, my lips were enormously swollen. My hair used to be dirty blond, but now it was platinum blond and curled. My lips were huge, and my face was wearing dramatic makeup, and as I tried to wash it I understood that was tattooed. My brows were thin and arched. And my ears were pierced multiple times with studs and I even had one stud in my nostril. I ran to my room, closed the door and opened laptop. "Is it you Fyodor?" I hear Alf's voice. "Yes, it is me." "You coming for breakfast?" "No." "Where have you been? I was calling you." "Leave me alone!" There was some silence, then I heard was Alf walking away. Some 30 minutes of surfing the net made me feel better. Most probably they injected my lips with something cheap and that means that the effects will last only 3-6 months. The swelling will stop within next few days. Permanent makeup will last much longer, but it was possible to make it fade away more quickly by exposing to UV rays. I'm going to sunbathe a lot! For the piercing, I found recommendation to remove it only when it is fully healed as otherwise bad infection and ugly scars are possible. I start to feel better. One year from know it will be just history. I had good grades and it shouldn't be a problem to transfer. I will survive! I stripped off the stupid dress, put on my boxers discovering that I also had a belly button piercing. Hate this bitch! I went to the bathroom, hot shower should help to raise my mood. I'm trying to avoid looking at the mirror. When the lips swelling will go down and permanent curling of my hair will subside it will be less terrible and I will be able to face it. I switched on the shower and stepped under the hot water, rubbing soap all over, I wished to wash away all the events of that terrible night. Skin on my back was irritated for some reason. I step out to check what it is. I turned back to the mirror and turning my head to see what it is. First I see a red flower tattoo on my left shoulder. Than a huge tattoo on my lower back. Whoever created this tattoo was a real artist. Big red flowers on a green background. There is no way I'm going to be able remove tattoo that big. I will have a very feminine tattoo for the rest of my life. When my beloved mother died from cancer three years ago I wasn't crying. There was just feeling of emptiness. My girlfriend left me short after saying that I'm cold. But I'm not cold, I have feelings, I just suppressed them for that long. And now they found their way out. I collapsed sobbing as never before in my life. I was feeling so cold I wondered if I was having an emotional breakdown. I crawled back to the shower to get warmer losing conscious there. When I came back to my senses I saw that my skin was red from all the hot water it was exposed too. Slowly I stood up, turned off the shower, walked to my room and collapsed on my bed. I laid there motionlessly for what felt like eternity. Then my mind started to register that something strange was going on. I felt more and more like I was having a psychedelic trip, like the one when I took magic mushrooms. And I feel that someone was present in the room. Slowly I turned my head to see the big ficus which I inherited from the previous room tenant. I like this ficus and look after it, but now it looks different. I'm having a feeling that I can feel the plant. It is almost like it is talking to me and if I concentrate enough I will be able to understand it! The more I concentrate on the plant the better I feel. It's like a new dimension was opened and all the bad things that happened to me don't really matter anymore. I was willing to just lay there and enjoy this feeling, but my body interrupted telling me to go and get something to eat. I hadn't eaten since yesterday at lunch. I stood up and put on the dress, not because I liked it, but because it was just quickest way to get dressed. For some reason, I didn't feel like it humiliated me anymore. I touched my ficus on the way out and immediately felt connected to the plant, being the one with it. I went to the kitchen seeing that it is already late afternoon. I had finished cooking my eggs and was going to put them on a plate when I heard front door opening. Linda, Alf and J come to the kitchen. They all stopped and stared. With messy, but very curly hair, makeup, swollen lips, dress and apron with writing "my body - my rules" and a frying pan in my hand, I must be quite a thing to see. Strangely I don't feel ashamed or humiliated. "Eggs anybody?" Linda came forward and without speaking anything just hugged me. Feeling a rush through me and they were not mine they belonged to Linda. I felt that she is exited, proud, she felt like she achieved something, she also a little bit afraid. "I feel so proud of you," exclaimed Linda. "I knew we were right creating our safe-place, so people like you can step forward and not be afraid to express they true sexuality!" she said with a big smile. "I want you to know that we are here to support you and protect your rights! Don't hesitate to contact me or others for help." "Well I need help to find a job," I answered. "My old place will not accept all of this." "If they discriminate you they will have trouble," answered Linda and I saw that she meant it. "Yes, thank you. But I was going to find better place anyway. You see, I need some new clothes." Linda promised to help and Alf awkwardly said his mantra that he was open minded. ******* The next few days where full of surprises. I was surprised the next day to see that all the swelling of my lips was already gone. Now my lips were just big and you could call them 'blowjob lips'. Still I felt better. Another surprise came seeing that all my piercing where fully healed already. I removed the studs, but all holes were looking like I was to have them for years. And I was surprised how well my new look was received on campus. I didn't pay much attention to what was going on here, but leftists started something they called protests, which looked more like riots to me. However Linda was spreading the news that I decided to "come out" because of the "safe space" and they felt pleased. I felt more protected and safe than ever before. As long as I was close to these people I wouldn't get even a bad remark. ****** Yet another surprise came when my much delayed, too short and poorly written paper got high credit. Obviously, the professor was afraid that I'd complain that he was discriminating against me. ******* Probably the biggest surprise was when I willingly put all the studs back in my piercings and put on dress every evening. Linda found me a job at local vegetarian restaurant, popular among leftists. Soon I discovered that I'm got extra tips for my look. Dress and earrings meant additional 15-30 bucks. Money had never been so easy! But on top of it all was my 'new dimension', my sixth sense. And it was developing. Now I didn't even need to touch people to know what they felt. So, when I was standing in front of Dr. Robert I knew that, among other feelings, he felt great excitement about me. "Are you sure you don't have any side effects, young m... eh... whatever you are?" "No, I'm ok." "You see, test subject number 1 started to drink a lot of alcohol and was hospitalized with stomach pain. Severe case of dysbacteriosis. Number 3 started to take antidepressants and got digestion problems though not so, severe as number 1." "So, what we have right now is number 2 who is clean and number 4 who was taking alcohol, cannabis, psilocybyn, modafinil some substances we didn't even recognize and on top of it all mass dose of estrogen hormones and testosterone suppressors." Dr. Robert took a deep breath and continued "and it is not only lack of side effects that is surprising me, it is all the test results that we are getting from you, Number 4." He is looking at me like he was expecting that I would be able to clarify all this. "We need you to come every day starting tomorrow. We will run some additional tests." "Not sure I can find time," I'm answering and felt his fear. He was really afraid to lose me. I was his brake through. "We will double your payment," he answered. "Since two test subjects are gone you should be able to triple my payment," I answer calmly. There was some hesitation; I felt his anger, but also fear. "Okay, Number 4." He drops three envelopes on the table I take it and leave silently. ******* My puffy chest developed into small breasts. I wasn't too concerned, according to the information I found on the net, whatever big amount of hormones Lena injected me with, since it was not continued the effect would be only temporary. The system would balance itself and I'd be back to normal within days. But now I have 2 cones of flash on my chest. From my perspective, my 'boobs' where looking big, although actually they were really small, more like a fist sign of breasts on a teenage girl. I let my curiosity come forward and was trying to play with my 'boobs' to learn what it is like for a girl. I was disappointed, they were too sensitive and I wasn't getting any pleasure from massaging them or trying to play with my nipples. However, I developed something of a habit of fingering them when I was alone in my room. I was surfing the net trying to find any information related to Black Snake. I found that they were notorious gang. The salon I was so stupid to visit belonged to this gang as well as a few night clubs and others establishments in this city. There was a lot of speculation that this gang is involved in drug traffic and a prostitution ring. And they are using night clubs as decoys to sell drugs and promote prostitution. Others posts on the net were about just how awesome this night clubs are. More than one guy was posting pictures made inside of the clubs, although it was forbidden. One guy was asking with his post how it is possible that Black Snake Club always has tons of such hot girls. He attached a picture of two beautiful girls. One of the girls was laughing, her small but nice looking breasts are out, nipples pierced, little gold hoops inserted. A second girl is sucking one nipple. The picture is so erotic. I grab my own nipple harder imagining that it is my nipple that was being sucked by that very attractive girl. I grab harder and pull my nipple again and again. I feel excitement in my body. I grabbed my second nipple imagining that both of my nipples are being sucked simultaneously. My breathing was hard and fast, I moaned as waves of painful pleasure passed through my entire body. I feel that muscles in my abdomen spasm, and lost consciousness. I woke up few minutes later. The picture was still on the screen. I couldn't believe I came that hard just fingering my nipples! But checking my shorts I saw that I didn't really come. How it is possible that I have the orgasm of my life and I didn't even ejaculate? ******* A few days later I started to worry a little bit. Two weeks had passed since I visited salon. I didn't shaved a single time after that but there wasn't any sign of hair on my face. In fact my face was looking more and more feminine. The cones on my chest appeared more and more like real breasts. I even started to feel them moving when I'm walked. And I didn't have a single morning wood. What I had was strong desire to play with my nipples. I'm tried not to do that though; the last experience leave me a little bit scared. I started to ask questions on forums where people were discussing gender change, but all the answers I got is that such quick and strong changes are just not possible unless I was continuing to take very big doses of hormones. I'm thinking to call Lena to ask her ask what she was using to inject me with. My sixth sense was developing more. I could not only feel others feelings, but could also influence their feelings. But I'm trying to be careful there. Last time I touched T. trying to improve his mood he ended up laughing for no reason like he was high on something. ******** Looked at the mirror in the bathroom and I tried to comprehend strange feelings that, somehow, I liked what I saw. It was strange. I don't like makeup, I don't like my lips being so big that I can't even close my mouth, I hate holes in my ears and nostril - they refuse to close up and I'm trying not to think about my lower back tattoo. Yet somehow, I'm getting warm pleasant feeling just looking at myself. An idea crossed my mind, I wet my hair a little bit to make it darker and less curly. I pressed my lips together as much as I can and I tried to imagine that I wasn't wearing this stupid makeup. It took me a second or two to understand. I pressed my hands to my face - a gesture I was doing more and more these days. I cried, yet when I forced myself to look at the mirror again I also started to smile. I look like my mother. I hated my face and I loved it. I'm worried how much my body was changing. I didn't need to shave anymore. My face and my hands were looking more delicate and feminine. I felt strong sexual desire yet I couldn't get my shrinking penis to get hard. I'm tried not to touch my breasts, but they were becoming bigger and bigger with each passing day. I could feel them moving when I walked and my nipples were irritated constantly. According to the information I was getting from the net such quick changes are simply not possible. In fact, my hormonal balance should have been back to normal by now. I need to talk to Lena. Since she returned Alf was spending all his free time with her. It was late afternoon and she probably waited for him somewhere close to his startup laboratory. I put on some clothes. All things I was buying recently were unisex. I think it would be stupid if I will tried to wear normal male clothes with my look and I don't want to wear women clothes unless I'm paid for it. I'm walked aimlessly letting my sixth sense take the lead. There was a small coffee shop and I saw Lena seated alone close to the window. I sat across her. It took her a moment. "Oh, my god!" she seemed genuinely surprised. "I didn't know you'd turn out so beautiful! You should be grateful to me for turning your shitty life for the better" she said with a laugh. "I need to know what you injected me with." "Go f..." she stops abruptly. I was looking her straight in the eyes with my hand touching hers. I wanted her to tell me the truth. I felt her and all her poisonous hatred, desire to dominate, and lies. But I also felt something different; deep inside there was little girl, girl who liked fairy- tales and when someone called her princess. This little girl was betrayed and felt so much pain that she changed. Very early in life she learned that she needed to be strong. And strong meant being able to hurt others. Hurt or be hurt. If you couldn't be the strongest person around, belong to the strongest person around. Her smile disappeared and she started to sound almost like a little girl. A 4 year old girl would sound like this when she is trying to say that she is not guilty. "You don't understand! They are spying on Alf. When they saw that you are trying to interrupt what I'm doing they say that you are an obstacle and they were planning to do something bad with you." "Who are they?" Lena visibly shocked. "I can't tell you." "Is it Black Snake?" "No! They're just a tool!" She started to cry. "You don't understand. I really saved you. Nothing should be permanent. And I wasn't planning such a big tattoo!" "Where did injections are come from?" "In our night club, there is a transgender chic Asha. I took the injections from her. She said that injection will affect you temporally. If not continued then you should be back to normal." "Than why'd I grow tits?" "I have no idea!" I saw that what she was telling the truth. "If the gang is just a tool than who is behind them? And what they want from Alf?" "It's the government ... OUR government! WHY I'M TELLING YOU ALL OF THIS?" "Because I'm your friend Princess," I said to the small vulnerable girl. "You said two months? What is going to happen?" "I don't know! It has something to do with research Alf is doing. They asked me to get him hooked on me and they gave me this," she showed me a dark lipstick tube "they said to record every word he is saying about his research when we are outside." "Hi guys!" Said Alf looking surprised. "Why you are crying, Lena?" "Girls have their secrets" said I. I hugged Lena wishing her to stop crying and left them. ******* Our flat looked exactly the same, yet I can't feel safe and relaxed as usual. I had no idea where cameras were and I shouldn't try to locate them. I had to act normally. I developed some kind of psychic power, but this power can be used only on living objects. It is not helping me with electronic devices and I'm not getting any answers for my questions. What is going on with my body? Why is Russian FSB after Alf? I feel even more confused after talking to Lena. ******* I have found myself being puzzled by my new sweater. Just ten days ago it fit me perfectly, and now it looks so much bigger! The last few days I was doing good job avoiding the mirror. I didn't need to shave and I didn't need a mirror to brush my hair backward. I was afraid to see more of my mother in the mirror, and afraid to knew how much my body has changing. But my clothes are showing that I was still changing. I needed answers, and I knew where to get them. I skipped morning lectures and went directly to the gray building. After all these tests, these people knew everything about my body. The only question was how to make Dr. Robert talk. There's a park on the way from the flat. I wasn't there for a while and I felt great walking there. It was drizzling, the grass wet and I felt strong feeling of connections every time I touch it. I approached a corner of the park. This part was designed to imitate a real forest. The trees were great I felt them. In my childhood, every summer I spent in a village with my grandmother Olga. Granny was took me to the forest and tried to teach me there. I understood that she was waiting for a granddaughter to teach her all the knowledge. When she finally understood that there will be no granddaughter then she started to teach me. There was not enough time and I wasn't the best student, but one thing I will never forget. She was repeated every time we were visited forest "Remember, forest is your friend. He can feed you, he can heal you, he can hide you. If you need something and you don't know how to get it just ask and then listen carefully" I knew that it was not a joke. When there were really bad times coming like famine or a war, people who were friends with the forest have always survived. As it was back home I touched the trees, I listened to them. A sense of well-being engulfed all my body. I felt acceptance, I felt free and safe. An idea came to me. I kicked off my sneakers and socks, I started walking barefoot. I didn't need to touch the trees any more. Wet grass, trees, and me - everything was connected, everything is the one. I think I heard them breathing and it's sounds like music. I turned my face to the sky, I danced and laughed. So alive and happy! I wasn't not concerned with my body anymore. Everything was perfect. I'm not sure how long I was dancing there because concept of time is foreign in this dimension. But I started to see something that did not belong. I saw artificial lights. I stopped. I saw that I had come to the edge of the forest. There was a road and a police car standing with the lights on. A tall young police officer was coming toward me. I like his open honest face, this face is smiling a lot. "Miss? Are you ok, Miss?" He moved toward me, but I'm not afraid, this place empowered me. "Do you need help?" "Yes, officer" I smile to him. "I need help to locate my sneakers." He hesitated for a moment, looks at his dark-skinned partner and then continued to walk to me. "Please describe the last time and place you saw them." I showed with my hand direction I come from and said that I have no idea about time. "Why you were dancing?" "Because it feels good." "I hear your accent. Where do you come from?" "I come from a village with very big forest. And it is only now I start to understand how much I love my forest... and how much I miss it." "I can understand it!" "You also used to have a big forest?" "No, but there were hills and a lake; it was great back home. Sometimes I'm also missing it here." We found my snickers and started to walk back. "By the way, I'm Max," said the policeman. "Nice to meet you Max," I answered with a smile. "Listen, you're all wet. What if we will give you a lift to your place? I mean, you need to go somewhere?" I agreed and gave address of the gray building. The drive wasn't long. We already were standing in front of the gray building when Max asked me again. "... eh... I missed your name Miss." "I didn't give it to you. But listen, can you do me a favor and stand here for 5 minutes?" "Give me your phone number and we will stay for 15!" I gave him my phone number, and jumped out of car. I went to reception, and a few moments later see Dr. Robert running the stairs. "Why you so early? And why you come with police?" "I came early because I need answers. As for police, go figure yourself!" Dr. Robert is looking at me with hatred in his eyes. Than he starts to smile, and I don't like his smile. "Oh, you stupid piece of shit are you trying to threaten me know? Let me tell you something. If this police car will stand there another minute there will be special people who will come and very politely explain that this is private property and they have no business standing there." As to confirm his words a big black car came and parked behind police car. A man in suit got out of the car. "And if they are stupid enough to ignore the warning, somebody from the police department will call them and explain the same and not so politely." Max was standing out arguing with a man in a suite when his partner asked him to get back in the car. Max ignored him for a while turned his head to the building, I wonder if he can see me, his facial expression is showing that he is not sure what to do. Finally, his partner called him again, Max jumped in the car and they drive away. "Since you are here so early, we will run additional tests with you" said Dr. Robert turned his back on me and walked back to the office. Nurse Ruth come and walked me to the dressing room. The Asian guy, test subject number two is here. He is seated with his head down, he looks pale and he lost a lot of weight. I don't like the feeling I'm getting from looking at him. I undress silently, put on the grown and walk out without saying a word. I need to figure out a way to touch Dr. Robert. Without a touch, I wouldn't be able to make him talk. Nurse Ruth prepared to take the blood sample. She is touched me and I feel she is afraid. She is afraid for me. "Ruth, am I in trouble?" She didn't answer but I see YES in her eyes. She continued with the test. She was silent, but I didn't need her to talk to understand that something was wrong. We came to another test. There's a small compartment behind the big machine. I needed to stand in it and rise my hands up and be still for a while. The machine does some kind of a scan. I stepped in, but instead of raising my hands I sat down with my hands to my stomach. I cry "Ruth! Call Dr. Robert! Something is wrong with me!" she ran out. I heard quick steps and Dr. Robert came to the small compartment. I stood up and tried to place my hands on his neck. He was quick, he is blocked my attack, but there wasn't not enough space. We froze with one of my hands grabbed by his. I don't like his guts, literally. I don't like his wicked nature, we are not friends. But we freeze, our bodies are the one. "I need you to tell me what is going on with my body." "I don't know. You are unique." "Which way I'm unique?" "How your body react; no side effects; your immune system; healing time." "You said that Number Two also have no side effects?" "Yes, but we was also not getting from him any positive effects" "What it is with him now?" "I decided that the big estrogen doses are the answer. We started to inject him, but he got side effects. You are unique." "You also injected me with estrogen?" "Yes, we injected you with estrogen and we injected you with a lot of other things." Dr. Robert suddenly start to smile. I don't like this smile. "When ... I ... will ... figure ... out ... how ... you... do this ... I will ... be ... very ... rich!" He smiles. He knows, that I know, that I as soon as I let him go I will be in trouble. "What you are planning for me?" "We are planning to get you locked. We need you 24/7. Our lawyers are already working on it." He smiles again. I hated him, but I wasn't alone. There are billions of small creatures, they don't have consciousness of they own, but they can communicate, they can connect which each other and they create collective consciousness. This collective consciousness is one with me. "We hate you Dr. Robert" I'm letting him go. Exactly at the same moment a loud grunt come from his stomach. Both hand on stomach Dr. Robert is collapsing to the floor. "What... ahhaa ..." he is tried to speak, but he couldn't, he was puking. I ran to the dressing room. I needed to get out of here and I needed to do it quick. I put my jeans and t-shirt on when I hear voices. I grabbed my sweater and ran to the exit. "Stop!" I hear voices behind me. "Stop right now!" Somebody is getting close to me. I see the exit, I can't let them grab me. I'm throwing my sweater behind me, hoping it will slow down the pursuer. "Damn it!" I heard someone scream. I didn't dare to look, I concentrated on running. I managed to get out and start running the street. I was barefoot, my jeans oversized, and yet I'm running like never before. I didn't even know that I could run that fast. As fast as I am, I still have no chance against a car and I know that I had maybe a minute or two before they will came and got me. I'm turned the corner praying that I find a police car standing there. I would give a lot to see Max again. No such luck. A car approached and I'm ran even faster. The car was unavoidable and getting closer. I felt tears streaming from my eyes. They will lock me up and I will be a real 'test subject' 24/7. Sure, they will place me in some sterile room with no connection to nature and they will avoid touching me for sure. Dr. Robert will do whatever he likes with me. The car is honking, but I'm not stopping. "Please! Leave me alone!" I'm crying. "Fyodor! Is it you?!" I hear familiar voice. I turned my head to see a small red car and Susan the 'test subject number 3' looking at me. "Jump in!" I jumped into the car and Susan accelerated. "Susan! What are you doing here?" "I know one of the nurses. She told me that you are in trouble. They are going to get you inside and study you full time." "Is it Ruth?" "Yes, it is Ruth. She told me the time you are coming for treatment and we agreed that I would try to warn you. I just arrived when I saw you running." She gave me a look, checking my face and chest area. "If she hadn't told me that you look like a girl now, there is no chance I would recognize you!" We were driving for some time. Susan told me that Liza, her addicted daughter, has died. Another daughter was living with her former husband. "But I will get her back, I'm in a support group and I met a man there. He is a lawyer and he said he will help me." Susan asked me to have a lunch with her. The idea was appealing, but looking at my t-shirt, wet from the running, my breasts are clearly visible. "mm... I'm not sure, maybe I should go home first. I don't like the idea of showing my breasts to the world this way." "I've got an idea" said Susan and turned her car. "I have plenty of clothes left from Liza and I hate the idea of throwing them away. She was your size, we will find something that fits." "I'm not sure, I know how I look, but I'm not really a girl." "It doesn't matter. If you look like a girl, then better look like a good one!" It was typical middle class home. Not too big, not too small. Susan invited me to Liza's room. I saw pictures of a blonde girl. There were a lot of pictures of her. Liza with friends, with a guy, alone. On every picture, she appeared to be smiling. It looks like she was a good looking, good humored girl. A girl I wouldn't mind dating just a few weeks ago. "What really happen to her? She doesn't looks luck a junky to me." Susan took a deep breath. "She was a very good girl. No alcohol, no drugs. She wasn't even smoking." Susan took a deep breath again. "When she came of age her friends invited her to a night club. And she liked it. She started to visit it more and more often. She was changing, got new friends. I wasn't thinking about it too much. I was thinking that this is just a phase and it will pass. But suddenly it got worse." Susan stopped talking and started to put clothes on the bed. Then she continued: "I discovered that the club she was visiting is dangerous when it was already too late. There are some criminals. They were promising her model carrier, but instead they make her addicted and offered to work as an escort for rich visitors. When she refused, they asked her to pay full price for the drug. She wasn't able to pay and switched to something cheap from the streets and that destroyed her in no time. When I collected enough money to send her to rehabilitation she was already a wreck. Rehabilitation was good, they got her sober. But when she saw what she had become, she took her own life." I hugged Susan. I felt her pain and she felt better hugging me back. "What was the name of the club?" I asked later. "Black Snake" ****** "You need a bra. Put this set on, it is completely new, I bought it for Liza just before she died." I saw a set of panties and matching bra. I hesitated; a bra? Isn't it a step too far? But I was tired of my breasts moving around and it should help with my nipple irritation. I fastened the bra in front of me and then turned it around as I remembered my former girlfriend doing. I put my breasts in the cups surprised that the cups almost fit. Was I really so big? I put my hands in the straps and I got my first ever bra. My breasts were lifted and more in front of me. But it felt good. The fabric inside the cups very gentle, it is so much better than just a t-shirt. Then I decided on simple jeans and a blue blouse. The fit wasn't perfect, but much better than my oversized jeans and t- shirt. "Are you decent?" I hear Susan voice. "Yes, come in." Susan opened the door. "You look so much like her!" Susan looked at me with tears in her eyes. "With you here it feels like she is back and everything is good, everything is as it used to be." We hugged again. I was also in tears. She was seeing her daughter in me and I was feeling a mother's love for her child. We both lost people we loved, and we shared our feeling of grief and love. "You know what? I want to give you her things, please take them. Let's pack as much as we can. Please come again later and I will give you the rest." ******* Dr. Robert mentioned that company lawyers were working on how to lock me up. That means that at least they weren't ready to act right immediately, and that my flat should be safe for a while. I unpacked two big boxes with Liza clothes. I saw that Susan even packed two evening dresses, though I asked her to give me only simple practical things. She packed cosmetics and even jewelry, and I see that some of it is real gold. My telephone rang. "Hello?" "...eh... Hello ... this is me ... Max. ... We saw you dancing in the park today. We were thinking you are high." He laughs awkwardly. "Then we gave you a lift. I was worrying a little bit about you. I was having bad feelings about this place." I'm fingered a nice golden belly button ring. Letters LIZA on the bottom part. This would fit my belly button. Ring of a girl whose life was destroyed by a night club named Black Snake fit my belly button pierced at Black Snake salon. Fate or not, I wasn't afraid, let it be. I was going to need these dresses after all. "...eh... I was thinking may be ..." "Liza" "What?" "My name is Liza. And yes, I will go out with you." I agreed to go to a dinner with Max. He was to pick me up at 8. I had just two hours to prepare. Not too much time. I needed to wash, dry, and comb my hair. I needed to add some gloss to my lips, chose a dress, and matching earrings. Big golden hoops will probably be ok. All this girls stuff I needed to learn how to do so I didn't look out of character. And I need to google how to give a great blowjob. ****** Max was waiting downstairs 30 minutes already. He'd come 10 minutes early and I'm 20 minutes late. It was more difficult than I expected. My hair was much longer now, below my shoulders. It was one thing to just brush the hair backward when you don't really care; it's totally different when you want to look attractive. I knew I was not good at it, but I hoped my perm curls would make it look good. I was attracted to one of the two evening dresses, one was a short black dress; the second option was longer red dress, but I decided it would be too much for the evening. The fabric of the black dress is so gentle, I wanted to try it against my skin. How to get it on? The dress was so tight I'm stopped several times wondering if I was doing something wrong. Finally, it was on and I was really surprised how good it looked on me