He allows you to see your wife the next day.

“My Princess,” Victor started, calling you by one of his preferred terms of endearment, “If that is what you wish, I will make the arrangements.” He spoke in Russian and you understood him without issue. In the days since becoming Yulia you had become completely fluent in your new native language and it was much easier to talk to Victor in Russian than to try to muddle your way in English, which had become much more difficult for you. “Thank you, my solnyshko,” you replied. The word came unbidden from your lips, but Victor’s face lit up immediately. “You haven’t called me that since leaving the hospital!” he said, reaching out to caress your hand.

You blushed, but didn’t take your hand away, there was something comforting about his big, warm hand engulfing yours that made you feel more at ease. You had never called Victor “Solnyshko” before, but Yulia had called him that many time before, it meant “small sun”. So much of her life and now yours revolved around Victor, there was a sort of logic to the pet name. “Should I call you something else?”, cocking your head to the side innocently. “Do not tease me, Zvezda moya,” he squeezed your small hand and you smiled.

You could see why Yulia had such affection for Victor. Although he could be quite gruff at times, there was also a tenderness to him as well. You leaned forwards, making sure he had a perfect view of your bountiful cleavage. It was one of the mannerisms you had picked up from the many video chats of Yulia and Victor. She liked to reward him for his good behavior with a good look at her curves. She might have been a simple girl, but she had an instinct for how get what she wanted and it was becoming apparent that you’d inherited that instinct also.

It had only been a few days, but your connection to the original Yulia felt real and profound. You were no longer struggling to walk on your high heels, if anything, you felt awkward wearing flats or anything without sky-high heels. There was a confidence that came from wearing your heels and though you were hesitant at first, you had embraced Yulia’s taste for tight, loud, revealing clothes. There was something thrilling about knowing that every eye would be on you wherever you went. Just thinking of going out and wearing some of the expensive jewelry and clothes Victor had gotten for Yulia felt exciting.

As if reading your thoughts, Victor spoke, “How would you like to go shopping tomorrow morning before meeting with Andrea?”

“Yes, please!” you replied, almost bouncing in your seat at the idea.

Victor smiled broadly, “Of course, My Princess,” he stressed the last two words possessively. That might have bothered you in the beginning, but the part of you that came from Yulia thrilled at his possessive streak, it made you feel wanted in a way you had never felt before.