Her Body Houses a Man's Soul

The music was deafening. The disco ball flickered with ambiguous red and green hues. The enclosed space amplified everything. Conversations turned into shouts, and laughter was filled with recklessness. Three women with curvaceous figures, their breasts nearly bursting out of their clothes, sat around a man.

“Pour the drinks! Pour the drinks! Pour the drinks!”

Seeing the man slamming a stack of hundred-dollar bills under the glass, and then pouring beer and spirits into it, the red-haired woman's mechanical smile gained a hint of sincerity: “Mr. Perkins is really generous. Your business must be huge. You just casually take out so much money!”

There were at least a dozen bills under the glass. As a tip, it was indeed a considerable amount.

“Mr. Perkins? You call me Mr. Perkins?” The man turned his head, his eyes clouded with alcohol, and burst into a fit of laughter. “Alright, alright, call me that, call me Mr. Perkins! Let me tell you, I just won all this money. Whether you can take it or not depends on your skills!”

With that, he put his arm around the red-haired woman, slipped his hand down her collar, and pinched her nipple.

According to the rules of the establishment, such behavior was not allowed in the private room.

“Mr. Perkins, don't... this isn't allowed...” The red-haired woman wriggled her upper body, trying to pull back.

The man, unwilling to give up, fondled the soft breasts of the red-haired woman a few more times. Seeing that her resistance was only half-hearted, he abruptly pulled her bra and strapless top down to below her breasts.

Her large breasts jiggled, creating undulating waves of flesh. The man laughed triumphantly, “Drink! Drink this glass, and I'll give you another tip!”

The other two women glanced at each other and chose to clap and cheer, pretending not to notice the clothing removal. Encountering such a big spender here was a stroke of luck.

The red-haired woman stood up, picked up the glass, and downed it in one go. The liquid that trickled from the corner of her mouth slid down her chin to her large breasts and nipples. The man watched this intently until the glass was placed back on the glass table.

“Great!” The man suddenly pulled the red-haired woman down, molding her breasts into various shapes. Faced with her fearful resistance, he cursed directly, “You're a prostitute, what the hell purity are you pretending? All women are fucking whores. You can be fucked for two or three hundred bucks, but when it comes to marriage, you demand a house and a car!”

After satisfying his lust, the man poured another glass of wine. Seeing the glimmer in the eyes of the three women, he burst into a fit of laughter.

“Bang!!”

Suddenly, the door to the private room was violently kicked open. Three burly intruders glared straight at the man. The man's hand holding the wine glass trembled, spilling wine onto his crotch. His wild laughter froze on his face.

Amidst the screams of the women, the man who had just been so arrogant was dragged out of the private room like a chick, thrown into the back alley, and slammed into a corner. Then came a barrage of punches and kicks.

“Damn it, you dare to cheat?! I'll teach you to cheat! I wouldn't have found out if I hadn't checked the surveillance!”

Amidst the curses, the man hugged his head and pleaded for mercy, “Sir, I'm wrong, I won't dare do it again, I'll pay the money, please don't hit me...”

The three indeed stopped. The leader squatted down, grabbed the man's hair, and hissed through his teeth, “The thirty thousand dollars you won tonight, where is the money? If you don't hand it over, I'll fucking chop off your fingers!”

In the dim alley, the man's voice trembled slightly, “They're... they're all in the private room... I'm... it's my first time... spare me...”

“Let's go find the money first!”

With a bang, the man's head was slammed against the corner, yet eerily, it seemed to hang on the wall like a painting, soundlessly.

“Hey, hey, don't pretend to be dead!”

After a couple of shoves, the man's body slumped to the ground, revealing a blood-stained nail in the corner of the wall.

The alley fell into a deathly silence.

...

Before regaining consciousness, several fragments flashed by. A vast river, surging through the universe, with countless figures flickering within it. Upon focusing on a “point,” images rose from it: a 3D projection clock starting with the year 2039, a medical examination form with the age column stating 121, and a laboratory filled with a sense of technology.

The next “point” showed the projection clock jumping to 2087, with maglev cars speeding along predetermined tracks. A woman, still youthful at the age of 50, was seen lying down in a blue compartment, while others woke up from it.

Just as her consciousness was about to withdraw from this “point,” a strong suction force came from behind, and her eyes snapped open.

With a whoosh, she sat up in bed. The countless images and information parsed from the “point” seemed to be branded into her mind, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

After catching her breath, she suddenly widened her eyes, staring at the old and vintage items in the room. What... what is this place?

A hand-torn calendar, a bulky television, and on the table, there was a two-dollar bill.

Approaching the calendar, it clearly read November 25, 2004, Friday.

The immense shock caused waves of dizziness in her brain. This was twenty years ago. Sitting there in a daze, she discovered an even bigger problem.

She had transformed from a man into a woman. The ID card read - Zoe Perkins, born on June 15, 1985, in Bucks County, Philadelphia, USA.