Content Warning: Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp contains content that some readers might find disturbing, triggering or uncomfortable. This includes sexually explicit activities, strong language, and hateful language and slurs. Reader discretion is advised.
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp
June 3rd: My Day As Zoe Xing
Part 1: An Unforgettable Luncheon With Missus Xing
Date: Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Time: 11:55
Location: The Xing Residence
As the sun lingered high in the sky, Haruki and Zoe(Shiaka) stepped out of Haruki’s 2006 Honda minivan and looked on at the Xing residence. The place Zoe had called his home all his life. It was far from an impressive home, being a simple ranch-style home common across Cook county suburbs. One-story, two bedrooms, one and a half bathrooms, an unfinished basement, and no garage. It was all he and his mother really needed, yet… it felt empty with just the two of them.
As Zoe(Shiaka) looked at this house from a lower vantage point, having lost a foot of height with his body swap, he felt almost nostalgic. He had not been this short since he was in elementary school. Back then, he was that little boy who always acted mature beyond his years, and now… Well, he couldn’t help but look down at himself.
His blonde hair had been cut down to chin-length, with a stylish braid resting in front of his right ear, and beneath his neck, he was wearing a periwinkle short-sleeve button-front dress. He was also wearing some cute little shoes, though he couldn’t see them on account of his boobs. Truly, he was not the little boy he used to be…
Haruki: “Yo, Shi-Shi, are you done spacing out?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Oh, sorry about that Haruki. I was feeling a bit nostalgic, seeing my home from this angle.”
Haruki: “Um, we just left our home. In case you forget, we’re visiting the harem master’s home, so I can see if he is worthy to take my sister’s hand in marriage.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “That’s a funny way of saying ‘Zoe’s mom invited us for lunch.'”
Haruki: “No, it’s a Haruki way of saying it.”
In response, Zoe(Shiaka) just gave Haruki the side-eye while looking over her, her long hair lightly trimmed, but still contained in a long ponytail, held in place with a purple scrunchie. She was wearing a light red buttoned shirt, without tucking it in, causing it to almost look like a skirt, along with a pair of faded jeans. Not because that was currently stylish, but because they were old.
Zoe(Shiaka): “Let’s just go in.”
Haruki: “Hey, I forgot to ask, but Zoe’s mom is a good cook… right?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “People don’t usually get that tall unless their mother produces nutritious and balanced meals.”
Haruki: “…So, is that a yes?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “I’m not sure what else it could be.”
After giving Haruki a shrug, Zoe(Shiaka) planted one of his tiny fingers on the doorbell and heard a small chime echo from inside. He patiently swayed about in the wind, looking up at the clouds as he waited, before being met with the familiar face of his mother, Natasha Xing.
Despite what her last name might imply, she was a 52-year-old Ukrainian woman, about as tall as Shiaka’s original body, and despite her willowy house clothes obscuring her figure, one could tell she was overweight. Her dark brown hair was home to more than a few gray strands, and was cut short enough to leave her ears exposed. Eyes were the same shade of hazel as her son’s, but with an added weariness and fatigue. And while her carefully applied makeup helped hide away the wrinkles that had been steadily taking hold of her face, Zoe(Shiaka) was familiar enough with her visage to see them despite her careful efforts.
Natasha looked at the two standing at her front door with a dull expression that Zoe(Shiaka) could not quite identify, before opening up the door and welcoming them in.
Natasha: “I’m glad you two could join us.”
Haruki: “Hey Natasha, how’s it going? Ken and Elly still making you go nuts?”
Natasha gave Haruki a disapproving glance upon hearing her overly familiar tone, but Haruki either did not notice or did not care. …Most likely the latter.
Natasha: “They actually told me to take some time off this week, hence why I’m able to meet with you today.”
Haruki: “Right, you’re working a 9 to 5. Not gonna lie, I totally forgot about that.”
Instead of looking at her, Natasha turned her head as she gestured to the kitchen past the living room, where Shiaka(Zoe) was already sitting, her face too far away to read.
Natasha: “If you’d kindly, take off your shoes and join us in the kitchen.”
Haruki: “Pfft! We’re Japanese, we’d do that even if you said not to.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “H-Haruki, please.”
Haruki rolled her eyes as she looked at Zoe(Shiaka) and silently kicked off her shoes. With their feet now clad with nothing more than socks, they walked through the carpeted living room and to the cramped table for four in the kitchen, scooched up from the wall in order to actually fit four people. It was sorta awkward, but it was sufficient.
Zoe(Shiaka) smiled at Shiaka(Zoe) as he sat beside her, giving her a knowing wink before she shook her head and looked at Natasha. It was only then that Zoe(Shiaka) realized that there were no plates or silverware at this table, and he could not smell anything cooking. Something was very wrong. So, Zoe(Shiaka) decided to be direct.
Zoe(Shiaka): “So, what is it you wanted to talk to us about, Missus Xing?”
Natasha looked at Zoe(Shiaka) like he just told her to stick a tomato up her ass.
Natasha: “Zoe, did you really think I wouldn’t see through this charade? How on this Earth did a man as smart as you think this was a good idea?”
When faced with abject failure from moment one, all Zoe(Shiaka) could do was let out a small chuckle and smile.
Shiaka(Zoe): “I’m so sorry, Zoe. I tried my best to impersonate you but Ma— Natasha brought up your dad and…”
Natasha: “I thought that my only child had forgotten about his father. She brushed it off, saying that she forgot certain details or was misremembering things, but it hurt me on a level I didn’t even know existed. I thought I was going to lose you Zoe, I—”
Shiaka(Zoe): “She was crying. It was a full-blown panic attack and—”
Natasha slapped Shiaka(Zoe) as she interjected. From the look on her face, it did not hurt, but Natasha had successfully conveyed a message.
Natasha: “As I was saying before this imposter interrupted me, I did not want to believe anything that was happening. And once she started talking about body swapping… I didn’t want to believe her. It was so absurd it was almost insulting. I tried to come up with another excuse, a reason why my son could be so forgetful after being so brilliant, after graduating among the top five students in his class! But once she started speaking fluent Japanese and Spanish, I knew something had to be wrong. I barely slept last night, as I kept asking myself about how this could happen. I didn’t want to believe it and now… I do.”
Reaching into her pocket, Natasha produced a VD 2.0, placing it in the middle of the table.
Natasha: “This thing does not have any creases. It could not have been produced using modern technology. There is no way to charge it. And its battery still has not died after 16 hours. Too many things about this situation did not make sense… and this was the only rational outcome. That my son had somehow got himself mixed up in something that could change the very fabric of society.”
Natasha paused to clear her throat, and when she spoke again, she switched over to Ukrainian.
Natasha: “[ I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I am grateful you are involved in something so important… but I dread what will happen next.]”
Zoe(Shiaka): “[Mamà, if I told you the true story, you would find this even less believable. In due time, all will be explained. Though, I cannot vouch that it will make sense.]”
A defeated, almost frustrated look crept onto Natasha’s face as she heard Shiaka’s original body speak in fluent Ukrainian. As if she was truly hoping this was all an elaborate, callous, prank.
Natasha: “At the very least Zoe, could you explain why you brought Haruki along?”
Haruki: “What, you think Shiaka’s body has a license? Zoe here needed a drive, I offered to give him one, and I decided to hop along to enjoy the drama. Stuff like this fills me with… inspiration!”
Natasha: “Well, if you must intrude, tell me, Haruki. How can you accept that your sister is actually someone else?”
Haruki: “I mean, I was a little slow on the uptake— not as slow as you from the sound of things— but I like Zoe, he’s pretty alright for a muddy stick, and I trust him to keep my sister safe. Besides, having him in Shiaka’s body represented a world of possibilities of sisterly bonding. Hell, I just found out yesterday and we made the most of it! We got our hair and nails did, tried on some cute clothes, sang some late 90s bangers, got ice cream, in fact—”
Haruki pulled out her phone from her messenger and quickly swiped her way to her photo library. She held out her phone in the center of the table, showing everyone the photos she and Zoe(Shiaka) took in a photo booth making cute and silly faces while dressed up like maids. Combined with the filters and stickers applied to these images it was, most certainly, adoracute.
Shiaka(Zoe): “W-Wow. You really went all out Zoe.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “What can I say? When you’re with Haruki, it’s so much easier to go with the flow.”
Haruki: “Truer words have never been spoken. But if they were, they were probably said by yours truly.”
Natasha: “…Why did you do this to my son? He is a boy, and he… he should not be lollygagging about in the body of a woman doing things so… effeminate! Men are meant to be men, women are meant to be women, and no one is supposed to indulge in such… foolishness!”
Haruki: “Is that a Soviet thing? I thought the whole ‘men and women are from separate worlds’ was more of a Victorian England thang. …Point is, your son had a positively lovely time yesterday embracing his girly side, as all men should. “
Natasha: “They should? From what Zoe has told me about you, you are supposedly an intelligent person, but it appears you don’t have even the slightest respect for what is natural or right.”
After Natasha made that comment, Haruki stood up from the table, knocking her chair against the wall, and slammed her hands on the table, almost flipping it over.
Haruki: “What the FUCK are you talking about? Nothing about the world we live in is natural! This house ain’t natural, my phone ain’t natural, and if you are going to go on and on about nature, then you are just confirming that you’re every bit of the bigot I pegged you for. If you had your way and the world was all natural, then Shiaka would have fucking DIED a decade ago. Because— IN NATURE— when somebody gets their guts torn open— THEY FUCKING DIE!!!”
With the tension throughout the room so thick you could cut it with a knife, Haruki— in an instant— cast aside her fury and rage. She smiled, let out a small laugh, and then playfully bonked her head with a fist.
Haruki: “Oopsie doodle! Sorry about that, but even I have my tender spots, and you just jammed a nail right inside the center with a comment like that.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “S-Sorry about that, Natasha. H-Haruki loves me a bit too much sometimes and one of her biggest pet peeves is when people criticize things for being ‘unnatural.’ But what I think she was getting at is whether you ever wanted to, or thought about, being a boy.”
As that question passed Shiaka(Zoe)’s lips, Natasha’s body convulsed and quivered, her pale face turned pink.
Natasha: “W-Why would I ever think of such things? I know I cannot do that which is not possible.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Mamà, there is nothing to be ashamed about having such desires. Especially after your understanding of what is possible changed, quite literally, overnight.”
Natasha: “I… I would be a fool not to take advantage of something beyond my wildest imagination if something like body swapping is possible. It might not be right, but… one’s values must change with the world.”
Haruki: “Lady, if being a man is ‘beyond your wildest imagination’ your imagination must be as interesting as a piece of dank cardboard…”
Natasha looked at Haruki, staring deep into her dark brown eyes, took a breath, and then exhaled. With some measure of ‘calm’ restored, she stood up from her chair and spoke to the entire table.
Natasha: “I need some fresh air to process this. I will admit that this body switcher has me more than curious. However, I am reluctant to use it, or to even allow something like this into my house. If something with even a fraction of the power of this device fell into the wrong hands, that blasted thing could end society as we know it.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Like I said, Verde won’t let that happen.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “I don’t know how much Shiaka told you about Verde, Mamà, but she is even more unreal than this device.”
Hearing this caused Natasha’s expression to sour with concern, before she cast those worries aside.
Natasha: “Zoe… and Shiaka, I am going for a long walk, and then I have some errands I need to attend to. But when I get back later in the afternoon, I will have many things that I wish to discuss with you.”
Haruki: “What about me, Nats?”
Natasha looked at Haruki with a disappointed, almost exhausted, expression.
Natasha: “Haruki… please get out of my house.”
Haruki: “Geez, guess I got on your bad side. …Tell ya what, when we get all this body swappin’ stuff sorted out, I’ll lend you my body for a day— a full 24 hours! I’m not the most traditionally sexy thing in town, but I’m sure you’d find plenty of things to love about being a spunky twenty-something. And being a… lady in her late forties would be a neat change of pace, like a preview for… later in my life. What d’ya say, Natasha? Let’s let bygones say bye and get gone!”
After hearing Haruki’s offer, Natasha turned her head away and sneered. As if there wasn’t anything she would like less in the world than to be a cute, young, chubby Hispanic/Japanese girl with energy for days. However, Shiaka(Zoe) heard her mutter something just under her breath.
Natasha: “T-Thanks, Haruki.”
Haruki: “Sorry, was that a yes-yeah or a nopey-no?”
Natasha: “…I asked you to get out for a second time. Please don’t make me ask for a third.”
With an audible ‘hmph’ Haruki stood up and made her way out the door, closing it with an exaggerated slam.
Natasha: “[She could have at least tried to close it gently. The last thing I need is to replace that bloody door.]”
As Natasha grumbled, she made her way to the door herself, grabbing her purse before shoving off, leaving Zoe(Shiaka) and Shiaka(Zoe) alone in her house. Silence coated the home for a second, with only the hum of appliances breaking the sound of nothingness, before Zoe(Shiaka) stood up and looked at the woman in his body.
Zoe(Shiaka): “Let’s head over to the couch. These seats are far less comfortable in this body.”
Shiaka(Zoe) nodded as she followed Zoe into the living room where the two sat on the sofa facing the 28 inch CRT television the family bought in 2002, but never replaced, because ‘it still worked.’
As the two sat down, Shiaka(Zoe) looked down at Zoe(Shiaka). His fresh hair style, cute dress, and his tiny fingers with glossy nails. No part about him screamed that he was actually a man in a woman’s body, and if anything, he looked like a little doll as he sat next to her.
Shiaka(Zoe): “S-So, did Haruki buy that for you?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Yes. I mentioned we went shopping last night, and this was one of the many things she said we ‘just had to buy.’“
Shiaka(Zoe): “Heh. Maybe I should let her dress me up like that. I thought about it, but when she’s in her element, Haruki can be—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “A bit much?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Yeah. And going out in a maid outfit like that is something I don’t know if I could ever do. Being the center of attention like that, in such a public place, surrounded by so many people, is scary, even with Haruki by my side.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “I understand. Even when it seems like nothing can go wrong, things can and do go wrong. …But the odds of it happening in a place like Oransen are almost nil.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “I know that, but acting on it is… still hard for me.”
After making that comment, Shiaka(Zoe) felt a small hand grasp her large shoulders.
Zoe(Shiaka): “If you ever need someone to help you out with that, you know that Haruki, me, or your mom and dad, would be more than happy to help you, right?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “I… I know that, but it’s harder to act on it, as I don’t want to feel like a burden or—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Shiaka, please, you’re anything but a burden. We care about you and want you to grow into whoever you want to be.”
As Zoe(Shiaka) spoke, Shiaka(Zoe) turned her head, not wanting to show the beaming smile on her face.
Shiaka(Zoe): “…Thank you. And, while in your body, I have tried to grow on my own, but I… Well, yesterday, I…”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Do you want me to go first? I sent you a few texts, though there’s a lot I left out about yesterday.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Oh, really?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “I was planning on telling you this after we swapped back. However, I can tell you need a bit of a pick-me-up, so let’s go now. Besides, it’s not like Mamà is going to let you have the ‘definitive’ Zoe Xing experience anymore.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “W-Well, is there that much to tell?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “There is.”
Zoe(Shiaka) paused to take a deep breath before looking up at Shiaka(Zoe) with his deep blue eyes.
Zoe(Shiaka): “Part of the reason why I wanted to swap bodies this past week is because of how different we are physically. As Zoe Xing, I am tall, strong, mature, and stoic. I have been this way for about as long as I remember, but I know this is something that I did not necessarily choose. When my father died 12 years ago, I had to man up, become the man of the house, and support my mother, as both a son and a partner. For so long, I have not had the luxury of being seen as anything else. But then I got to spend some time in your body, Shiaka.”
As those words left his mouth, Shiaka(Zoe)’s face grew pink in anticipation.
Zoe(Shiaka): “As Shiaka Kurokawa, I am short, cute, dainty, and overall, beautiful. During the past four days in your body, despite needing to impersonate you, I’ve been able to experience things I never thought I would be able to. What it is like to have a mother and father who viewed me as their child and showered me with unconditional love. What it is like to be small and cute, free from any obligation of masculinity or maturity. And what it is like to have a sibling, someone a few years older than me who loved me just as much as my parents, while also being a… friend. Even when she knew who I really was, Haruki still treated me like I was her sister, and spending the day with her yesterday… was one of the most fun and surreal days of my life.”
He ended his explanation with a smile as he looked up at his body swapped companion, whose face was riddled with embarrassment.
Shiaka(Zoe): “W-Wow, that… I knew you were having fun, but I guess I never thought of it like that… although I should have. Being away from my home and family has been hard for me. Ever since we moved to Oransen, I haven’t gone a day without seeing them, and just hearing you talk about them makes me miss them all the more. Natasha is a nice woman, I can tell she loves you with all her heart, though she is also a… sad woman. I can tell she is carrying a lot of burdens and her own source of trauma. I just didn’t dare ask what it was…”
After saying that, Shiaka(Zoe) looked off into the living room window, searching for the right words.
Shiaka(Zoe): “She also expects a lot from you, and living up to her expectations was a challenge. She needed someone to reassure her, someone to give her strength, and someone she could speak to as an adult. It was… almost nothing like my relationship with my parents, and even though it was nerve-wracking at times, I… enjoyed this challenge, being removed from my comfort zone in nearly every way possible. And whenever I was worried, whenever I thought I couldn’t do it, I would look down at my hands. At these strong, massive hands, and remember that… I was Zoe Xing. The strongest man I knew.”
Zoe(Shiaka)’s eyes went wide as he listened to Shiaka(Zoe)’s praise, but rather than bashfully turn away, he instead smiled and placed his slender, tiny hand on top of Shiaka(Zoe)’s ‘strong, massive hands.’ With their hands so close, they pressed their palms together, comparing their size. Zoe(Shiaka)’s fingers were barely long enough to reach Shiaka(Zoe)’s middle phalange, and his palm was so much smaller that it almost looked like an adult comparing their hands to those of a young child.
Zoe(Shiaka): “I guess I never did notice how much bigger my hands truly were to yours… Do you really mean that? Do you truly think I’m stronger than your father?”
Shiaka(Zoe) snickered in response.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Dad’s strong, but he’s a softie deep down, and I’ve seen him cry more than a few times. I’ve never seen you cry, Zoe.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Hmm… I suppose that doesn’t surprise me. So, have you been enjoying being ‘the strongest man you know?'”
After being confronted with this question, Shiaka(Zoe) took a deep breath and removed her glasses, resting them on a nearby table.
Shiaka(Zoe): “It gave me an opportunity to break through my comfort zone, to do things that I had been afraid of doing for years, and filled me with a confidence and determination that… I never thought I could possess. I am a different person and, over the past few days, I have tried to live as just that. Not as a timid little girl, but someone brave and confident enough to do anything they set their mind to!”
Zoe(Shiaka): “You really think highly of me, don’t you?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Of course I do! For years, I have looked up to you as someone who could do anything. Someone who would always stand up for me and help me. Someone who did everything he did with grace and poise! I found your strength and comfort intimidating at points, but I came to appreciate it and, as Zoe Xing, I was determined to capture this as best as I could! In fact, I… I need to tell you something, Zoe.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “I gave you permission to do just about everything you wanted to with my body, Shiaka. Anything short of going on a drug binge or getting a tattoo would be—”
Shiaka(Zoe): “—I wanted to tell you on Monday, but there wasn’t any time after graduation. Then you were busy on Tuesday and then Natasha discovered— No. Just, please. I need to tell you something, because I am both proud and… embarrassed by what I did on Sunday.”
Part 2: Shiaka(Zoe)’s Bangin’ Summer
Date: Sunday, May 31, 2015
Time: 10:08
Location: The Xing Residence
It began Sunday morning. Natasha told me she was heading out to work to take care of some month end stuff. I knew she normally never worked on Sundays, but she was taking Monday off to attend the graduation, and this was her way of ‘making up for lost time.’
This meant, for my first day as Zoe Xing, I could do anything I wanted. And what did I want? Well, to do something I never could do before. And for as silly as it may sound, the thing I wanted to do more than anything else was… go out on my own. Spend a day by myself, away from home, doing things. I wasn’t sure what, yet as I stepped outside and greeted the summer heat, I decided to confront two fears at once. By heading to the Oransen Water Park.
I quintuple-checked my belongings before I left. Making sure I had my glasses, a plain T-shirt, gym shorts, gym shoes, and a drawstring backpack with swimming trunks, a water bottle, towel, wallet, keys, and phone. I felt my heart racing, reminding me of just how different this body was from my own, as I reached for the door, and once I felt the sun brush against my face, still damp with sunscreen, I shut the door behind me and started jogging.
Normally, running was not my strong suit. I could run a kilometer, but I would be exhausted for quite some time. With Zoe’s body though, things were different. His honed muscles, strong lungs, and shocking stamina allowed me to achieve something that I never thought possible. I didn’t notice when I reached one kilometer, and by the time I reached the pool two and a half kilometers away, I was barely even sweating.
Running with this form just felt so… effortless. There was nothing getting in the way, no hair bobbing about off my head, nothing on my chest, and with every step I took, I felt like I was exerting power onto the world. So, by the time I approached the pool attendant, I was dazed, fumbling for my wallet to pay the $3.00 admission fee. …While promising to pay Zoe back for the inconvenience.
I followed the signage to the men’s locker room and made my way to a changing stall without thinking. I took off my clothes, slowly, until I was staring down at myself, in the body of Zoe Xing… naked. I had seen him naked last night when taking a shower, and did my best to ignore things, trying in vain to preserve Zoe’s privacy. Here… I couldn’t accept that.
I stared down at my person. At my chest. A chest free of any and all scars. Its color was a consistent pale hue, and as I looked down, I did not see breasts. I saw— and felt— a set of well-maintained abs, ones that reminded me of the strength I now had at my disposal. Instead of feeling soft and squishy, my skin was firm, the muscles were hard, and as I looked down past my chest, my eyes were drawn to what laid between my legs.
A penis, eight inches in length, fully erect, the head arching upwards. It had gotten like this when I was previously in Zoe’s body back in November, and I felt my hands drifting toward it as my curiosity piqued. Fortunately, I stopped myself, as this was not the place to explore this part of my body, or engage in Maxxie’s request that we all try masturbating in our new bodies. Instead, I grabbed my trunks, and did my best to tuck Zoe’s penis into the lining, feeling it grow harder as I shoved and bent it to the best of my ability. It was… enough to make myself presentable. After shoving my things into a locker, I made my way to the pool.
It was a Sunday, it was summer, so of course, even though the pool had just opened, there were already several dozen people scattered about. Socializing with strangers was still too much for me, so instead I looked to the most solitary activity I could, and saw the lap swim lanes were open. Sinking into the water only served to remind me of every way my body was different, as I was reminded of the shape and length of every limb with every motion. It made me question the constraints and structure of my sensory homunculus, but after running with such ease, I was convinced that swimming would be just as easy. …And it wasn’t.
I had only learned to swim after puberty, after I developed a pair of breasts that served as, to quote Haruki, ‘flotation devices.’ I always assumed swimming would be easier without them, but as I attempted a breast stroke, I quickly realized how much I had come to rely on them while swimming. Still, I wasn’t discouraged, and kept trying other techniques, adapting and changing them on the fly, until I was able to do a full lap without interruption. I felt like a mess after doing so, like a kid piloting a giant robot with no experience or training. Before I could start again and try to find a technique that worked for me, I heard a familiar voice.
???: “Zoe? Fancy meeting you here!”
Turning my head, I saw Anita Neukar from school. She was wearing a slick one-piece swimsuit, colored white and with blue accents. Her fairly short platinum blonde hair tucked into a swim cap, and water dripped across her tan skin. She was smiling, staring at me with her gray eyes, as I stared at her. I knew I should have said something, yet I was too dazed to think of anything.
Anita: “You seemed to be… struggling a little, Zoe. Did you get a cramp or something?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “It… it’s been a while since I went swimming, and I guess I’m still a little… sore from yesterday.”
I knew it was a bad response, and anyone who wanted to find holes in it easily could. But Anita instead reached past the lane line to give me a pat on the back.
Anita: “Yeah, that’s the worst part of Strength and Conditioning. No pool time! Not even when other classes aren’t using it.”
Truthfully, the lack of ‘pool time’ was part of the reason why I chose Strength and Conditioning as my gym class.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Y-Yeah, it’s been a while and my technique’s gotten a little rusty.”
Anita: “Care for a little help? Sometimes it’s easier to have an outside observer point out these sorts of things.”
Every front-facing part of me wanted to say no, and to continue learning things my way, without posing any additional risk… but I cast those feelings aside. This was not the day to wallow in my comfort zone, and while I didn’t know Anita that closely, I told myself I knew her well enough for something like this.
Shiaka(Zoe): “I would appreciate that, thank you.”
Anita: “First off, let me get a closer look at where you’re at. Let’s try… half a lap.”
From there, I swam to the best of my ability while Anita kept stopping me, adjusting my form, and trying her best to demonstrate how I should modify my technique to conserve more energy and move faster. It was a lot of minutiae about how I moved my arms, my legs, and other parts of my body.
No matter what body you’re in, an arm is an arm, and you control it pretty much the same way. But the length, strength, and force behind gestures vary, and I kept pushing this body harder than I needed to. From his diet and exercise routine, Zoe had developed a body ideal for swimming, and even though I could feel that while in the water, adapting to it was another matter.
However, with Anita’s help, I began to understand its strengths, learned how I should limit my actions, and, soon enough, I was swimming with ease.
Anita: “Now that’s the guy who always beat me back in sophomore year!”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Yeah, I… Yes, I’m surprised I let myself go like that. I’ll need to make it a point to practice more often.”
Anita: “‘Let yourself go?’ Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, man? ‘Cos you’re pretty much the peak of masculinity.”
As I looked down at my body, I struggled to think of a retort, as… she was right.
Anita: “If you’re really feeling down about yourself, how about we put your body to the test? You and me, eight laps. If you beat me, you’ll get some of that confidence you lost— and I don’t know how. If I win… then I get to know I beat the ‘peak of masculinity!’ So, whaddya say?”
Anita looked at me with a smirk as she leaned against the edge of the pool. The defensive part of my brain wanted to squirm out of this, but the dominant part told me that the worst thing that could happen is that I make an ass out of one of my closest friends… And seeing as how men were, on average, 10% faster swimmers than women, I knew I had statistics on my side!
I snickered as I realized how that was almost a Zoe thought.
Shiaka(Zoe): “You’re on.”
Anita: “That’s the spirit! We go on the count of three! One… two… three!”
Right as Anita started saying three, she kicked herself off the edge of the pool and shot forward, while I did the same half a second later. Athletic feats have always been something beyond the realm of possibility for me, and I had never earnestly competed in a physical event like this. But as I felt my arms pierce through the water, legs crackling against the surface, and saw Anita do the same, moving slightly ahead of me, but not enough that she was out of reach, I suddenly got it. The thrill of competition. The rush of physical exertion. And the excitement of seeing a goal just out of arm’s reach, dangling before me.
Even with her training, I was still coming to grips with the intricacies of Zoe’s body, how to use its strength and stamina at an optimal level. With a body like this, victory should be assured either way, though Anita was worthy competition. She was tall, only eight centimeters shorter than me. And while she was in high school track for four years, I could easily believe she was on the swim team.
She maintained a short distance from me for the first half of the race, but with every lap, my comfort with this body grew. The subtle motions that once alluded me became innate, and my pace grew ever so slightly faster. By lap six, we were neck and neck, maintaining parity with each other, and when we finished the lap at the same time, I swear she winked at me.
With the end near and tensions high, she began going all out, expending whatever energy she had in reserve, while I did the same. She had an ever so slight lead on me as the seventh lap came to a close, and with the finish only a scant few seconds away, we unleashed all limiters and moved as quickly as we could. Everything around me faded as I adopted this ironclad focus, and before I knew it, I was gripping the concrete wall of the pool.
I felt myself pop out of whatever trance I was in as I realized this was the final lap. Before I could check to see if Anita beat me, I heard her wet hand slap against the edge of the pool.
Anita: “Damn, you really had me going there. I guess that’s just how it goes. Still, it’s not like you won by a landslide. I didn’t have a timer going, but I’ve gotten pretty good at these things, so I’ll call that… 1.2 seconds.”
As Anita spoke to me, I realized how exhausted I was from that sudden burst of activity. I wasn’t winded, but my breathing was heavy, and I could feel my heartbeat from the vibrations in my head. I was tired… but it was a good tired. One where the fatigue was offset by a sense of euphoria that flowed across my being.
Shiaka(Zoe): “T-That’s a handy skill… and pretty damn close.”
Anita leaned toward me, resting her arms on the lane line… even though you’re not supposed to do that.
Anita: “You weren’t holding back on me… were you? If you were, that’d be pretty cute, but just a teensy bit insulting.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that accusation.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Please, you saw how I was swimming an hour ago. And do I look like I held back?”
Anita looked at my body from head to toe as I said that. At my wet black hair, almost falling in front of my eyes. At my chest as it rose and fell with each heavy breath. At the firm, muscular arms that I folded right above my abs, before looking down into the water, at the legs I slowly kicked to help stay afloat.
Anita: “I guess not… You have anything else planned for today?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “N-No. My mom’s busy working, and my other friends are all busy… getting things organized for the summer.”
As much as I hate to admit it, I almost said ‘my friends are all busy adjusting to their new bodies.’ What I said was suspiciously vague, but Anita, thankfully, took it in stride.
Anita: “Oh? So I have you all to myself today? In that case, it’s about 13:00 right now. You wanna grab some lunch?”
I felt the world around me slow down for a moment as various options appeared in my mind. I didn’t have to say yes, and doing something as spontaneous like this was well outside of my comfort zone. But with the adrenaline of the race still rushing through my borrowed brain, I decided to, as Maxxie would say, ‘just go for it!’
Shiaka(Zoe): “S-Sure.”
Anita: “Wait, really? Heh. Guess I really don’t know you as well as I thought, Zoe. …And tell you what, it’ll be my treat.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “You don’t need to—”
Anita: “No, no, no. I insist! I’ve always wanted to just sit down and chat with you about life for once. Because every conversation we’ve had has been all about studying for this or doing some project. But now that school’s over, you don’t have that excuse! …And I’m not going to let you pull a fast one on me and start talking about college, got it?”
I chuckled at her enthusiasm.
Shiaka(Zoe): “I get it. No school talk, and no college talk.”
Anita: “Great! Then let’s hit the showers and I’ll see you out front.”
With that, Anita leapt out of the pool and started walking away. As she left, I sank deeper into the water until my ears were submerged and all sound around me was muffled.
When we swapped bodies, we gave ourselves free rein to do whatever we wanted, with just a few obvious criteria of things we shouldn’t do. We never said we couldn’t hang out with other people, or go on… what sounded more and more like a date every passing second. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Yet, I also wasn’t acting like myself. It was too unfamiliar for me to classify it into a boolean of good or bad, but as I dabbled in unknown after unknown, I felt as if it was inevitable that something would go wrong.
After finding my calm, I rose out of the pool and immediately froze as I saw the waves of people who had come over the past two hours. It reminded me of the vicious crowds that sometimes developed at Oransen high, but somehow more daunting. Everyone was in swimwear of some manner, the crowds spanned the ages of 3 to 80, and while people in a hallway were normally moving, half the people here were just standing around, chatting, or lounging.
Crowds like this always unsettled me, as there were so many people to consider, so many things that could happen in just a few seconds. I felt my hands shake for a moment, but as I continued to stare at this crowd, I realized that… I was taller than almost everyone I could see. And as I continued to cast my eyes down at my body, I realized that I was also stronger than most of them. I… had nothing to be afraid of with this level of strength and stature and, perhaps… I never did.
This revelation hit my brain like a hatchet slamming into a tree trunk. As I felt my heart begin to race once more, I made my way through the crowd. A task that was once difficult with my stature, but whenever I took a step forward, people parted ways for me.
I kept my mind as empty as I could as I entered the men’s room, took a 30 second shower to rinse off the chlorine, grab my things, and head into the only free changing room. I let out a deep breath as I squeezed whatever water I could from my short hair before looking down at my trunks. They were soaking wet from the shower, and if I wanted to dry off, I needed to take them off.
I shut my eyes and grabbed a handrail as I pulled the soggy and baggy shorts off my body. Once they were in my hands, I squeezed them as hard as I could, causing a stream of water to be released from the fabrics and pour down the drain. Despite this, they were still damp, and as I deliberated where I would put them, I realized something I had failed to account for before leaving.
Shiaka(Zoe): “…I should have brought a bag just for my trunks.”
They were such a baggy material that they were almost designed to retain water like this… at least they obscured things. While in the pool, I kept feeling Zoe’s penis move. Growing hard whenever Anita placed her hands on me or I exerted myself a lot. The trunks and water obscured any bulge while in the pool… though, I wouldn’t have that luxury on land.
Three minutes later, I was dressed in the T-shirt and shorts I was wearing earlier, with everything but Zoe’s phone in my drawstring backpack, standing outside of the entrance to the pool. The sun continued to shine brightly, but there were enough clouds in the sky to provide bursts of shade every few minutes, keeping the temperature at a manageable 25 degrees.
I meandered about as people came in and out, hoping that Anita didn’t leave without me, when I saw her walking out of the entrance. Her short silvery hair was still wet, despite wearing a swim cap. And she had traded in her swimsuit for an outfit that… was almost the epitome of summery. She was wearing a white tank top with tied armbands and a graphic of a thick red, green, and yellow chevron arrow pointing down. A pair of flared white shorts that almost resembled a skirt. Vibrant blue and green gym shoes. And a pair of red socks that went halfway up her calf.
It was cute and casual, but also carried with it a sense of style so strong that I felt underdressed by comparison. Even though our clothes really weren’t that different when you got down to it. Regardless, she ran toward me, smiling as she slapped her school backpack onto her shoulders.
Anita: “Hey Zoe, hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “No, no, it’s only been about a minute and… you look really cute in that.”
Anita: “Heh. You’re such a gentleman. I just wanted something easy to wear and comfy for running. It’s a bit baggy, but you’d be amazed at how much that does on a hot day without much wind. Girl fashion’s cool if you’re into that, but I’ve always been more of a Goodwill girl, if you catch my drift.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “At the very least, it’s nicer than what I’m wearing. These are just my exercise clothes. If I had known I was going to go out for lunch, I would have put on something much—”
Anita: “Puh-lease, Zoe. You look fine. In fact, you look like a typical college kid like that. All casual and comfy, your hair a little long, left all stylishly disheveled, and it’s weird to see you without glasses like this. Weird… but nice.”
I almost forgot about Zoe’s glasses when getting dressed. Struck with a bout of paranoia, I felt the exterior of my backpack and quickly felt the round edges of the glasses case.
Anita: “So, you in the mood for anything in particular?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “You’re the one paying, so whatever you’re in the mood for.”
Anita: “He could have abused my generosity, but didn’t. A sign of a good man if I’ve ever seen one…“
Shiaka(Zoe): “Um… you do realize I can hear you even if you’re whispering.”
Anita: “Sure you can— Ah! I’ve got a place in mind. It’s simple, good, healthy, close, and most importantly, cheap!”
Anita then grabbed me by the arm, pulling me through the pool parking lot, and only letting go once I was walking side by side with her.
Anita: “…I said you looked fine, but I would really like to see you branch out your style more in class. I’m sure your mother loves telling you how much of a handsome young man you are— and if she doesn’t, she should. But you’re still a kid, dude, and shouldn’t be dressing like a salaryman 90% of the time. And college is a prime time to reinvent yourself. Always was, always will be.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Wait, didn’t you say ‘no college talk?'”
Anita: “…Shit. Guess you got me there. You’re planning on going to OCC, right?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “It’s free and local, so it’s the most sensible choice.”
Anita: “Totally. In fact, maybe we should bundle up some classes. It’d be nice to have a 4.0-er like you to help out with projects and stuff.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Well, I still haven’t registered for my classes yet, so perhaps we can get together and plan things out.”
Anita: “Huh. That makes so much sense I feel like I should’ve thought of it… but I didn’t. I’ll need to talk to Vivi about that, but I’m sure she’ll be glad to be desk buddies with Jade or Shiaka in a class. …But that’s like hecka long away, what’re you doing this summer? And please —for the love of everything cool— don’t say doing some study prep program.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “It’s… a bit of a secret project.”
Anita: “Gee, could you have phrased that in a more interesting way? No hints or anything?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Let’s just say it’s a learning experience… and if I told you what it was, you wouldn’t believe me.”
Anita: “Oh, come on! Now you’re just being mean! …I guess I don’t have much planned this summer. Just hanging out with Gem and Vivi, maybe chilling with some of the girls from track.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “If you don’t know what you’re doing during the summer, do you really have any place to ask someone else?”
Anita: “H-Hey! I try to make plans during the summer, but it’s like… dude, whatever, it’s summer, and nobody wants to commit to anything. It sucks!”
Shiaka(Zoe): “I’m surprised Vivi doesn’t have you on a schedule. She always seems so organized.”
Anita: “She tried, but after the twentieth strike, she accepted that some girls just do whatever they want. You can try to discipline them, but once the leash is loosened, they’ll just run off into the street.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “You could always get a summer job. Make some extra money and get something to put on a resume.”
Anita: “Gee, I never thought of that! Should I put that into my savings account, or go to the bank to establish a Roth IRA? I appreciate the advice, but the last thing I want to think about right after finishing high school is getting a job. Fortunately, I don’t need to continue this topic, because we’re here!”
With an exaggerated arm motion, Anita gestured at a small Armenian restaurant with two groups of guests in the middle of enjoying their meals. Remembering my status as a man, I opened up the door for her and followed behind her as she moseyed down and greeted the woman at the cash register, asking for two lunch specials.
The way this place worked is that they gave you a styrofoam container and walked you through a series of dishes. A grain, a meat, and two sides. It was something I… never experienced before, but I suppose that was because I rarely ever went to restaurants. The social strain of the setting, combined with my mother being a great cook, prevented me from going out to eat like this.
Fortunately, Anita gave me suggestions for all dishes, allowing me to walk away with a carryout container almost overflowing with mushroom pilaf, grilled chicken, cabbage salad, and hummus. It would be at least two meals for me normally, but then they also gave me four pieces of lavash and an extra chunk of chicken.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Geez, how much did this cost you?”
Anita: “$6 per person. Plus tax. Like I said, it’s super cheap. I’m not even sure how they pay rent with prices like this. But I gave them $15. Because I’m nice like that.”
After sitting down near the window, Anita wasted no time digging into her meal, which was the same portions as mine, but consisted of yellow rice, lula, tabbouleh, and beans.
Anita: “If you want to split or trade things, I’m cool with that. Pretty much everything they have here’s great! …Except for the baba ganoush. That’s kinda hit or miss.”
Before I offered a response, I mixed my lunch around, taking a few bites, as I let the flavors waft across my mouth. Zoe’s palate was less intense than mine was, and everything had a different flavor than what I expected. But as I let the spices and seasonings mingle together, I was more than pleased.
Shiaka(Zoe): “…You know what, sure. That way I’ll know what I want to order next time.”
Anita: “That’s the spirit!”
Anita then arranged our containers next to each other, so we could more easily exchange food without causing a mess, and she began piling the food she wanted onto the top portion of her container. I was pretty sure that wasn’t how you were supposed to use these, but I did the same, piling in the food before bringing it into my mouth, and eating far more at a far faster rate than I expected.
While there were myriad areas one could point to as being different from body to body, one of the most difficult to adjust to was the mouth. Yes, the components were the same across most people, but the teeth, size, and even exact texture of a mouth were all different. While you could tell the differences just by talking, things reached a greater echelon when eating. Zoe’s mouth was bigger than mine, chewed faster than mine, and had teeth bigger than mine. It was as if I was eating an extra 25% of food with every bite, and chewing it 25% faster than I usually did.
It was true that I had experienced this earlier, but I still couldn’t help but fixate on this… until Anita pulled me back to reality.
Anita: “…So, you’re probably wondering why I’ve been so friendly with you, right?”
Honestly, I had other things on my mind, but I nodded and agreed once my mouth was empty.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Yes. We’ve never done anything like this if memory serves.”
Anita: “Well, I feel pretty bad about that. In school, I always tried to be open and friendly with people, trying to learn a little something about everyone, and getting on speaking terms with a lot of people. But… aside from Vivi and Gem, I never really made any real friends with people, and I sorta— I do regret that. You’re a cool and curious person Zoe, and when I saw you alone like that, I felt I should try and reach out to you. Because I don’t want to just forget and lose track of people I liked from high school. And I know making friends is only going to get harder as I get older. So… Shit, am I really doing this? I guess I am… You want to be friends?”
I shouldn’t have been surprised by that, especially with how easygoing she has been around me, but I was by how bluntly she put things.
Shiaka(Zoe): “O-Of course I’d like to be friends with you. I didn’t know you that closely before today, but… I like everything I’ve learned about you.”
Anita: “Same here. It’s nice to see that you’re not always as uptight as I thought you were. In fact, lemme just…”
Anita then reached into her backpack and pulled out her phone.
Anita: “Let’s see, Vivi said something about how phones can just tap each other and exchange numbers, but how do I…”
As Anita fumbled through the interface, I pulled my phone out of my absurdly large shorts pocket, and brought it to hers. I rarely shared my number with anyone, but the Android UI was intuitive enough for me to parse it out quickly, and tap my phone against hers. A notification appeared, saying that our numbers were exchanged, and I saw a smile bloom on Anita’s face.
Anita: “Sweet! I would ask if you have any socials but—”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Only LinkedIn.”
I smiled as I said that, expecting an animated reaction from Anita, and she delivered.
Anita: “Hmm… maybe I should reconsider this friendship thing. I should have expected as much. …You’re 18. What do you need a LinkedIn for?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “It’s never too early to make connections.”
I said while paraphrasing Zoe’s answer when Maxxie asked the same question two years ago.
We continued chatting from there, spending half the time filling our mouths and the other half going on little tangents like that, before the unthinkable happened, and the food before us was all gone. Even the lavash! I personally was surprised by just how much I could put away, and I didn’t even feel stuffed or anything. As for Anita… she decided to commemorate the meal by leaning back and letting out a burp. A burp so loud that I’m sure everybody in the kitchen could hear her, and I know everybody at a table could.
Anita: “Hehehe! That really hit the spot. Nothing’s better than scarfing down good cheap food after burning a couple hundred calories.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “You know Anita… you’re not quite what I expected, but I like you.”
Anita: “Same here. It’s been fun… but I probably should get going. I promised my mom that I’d get some groceries, and we are right by an Aldi. Just… make sure you call me sometime. I gave you my digits for a reason!”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Trust me, I think my friends and I will be… inviting you to something soon.”
Anita: “Ooooh? Is it that ‘secret project’ you were going on about?”
Rather than give her a verbal reply, I simply shot her a smile, and she did the same.
Anita: “Well, whatever you, Jade, Shiaka, and the Maxxisaurus herself are planning, I’m more than a little curious. See ya at graduation tomorrow!”
Anita then hopped out of her seat and went out the door, leaving me alone, with the containers and plastic utensils still at the table. I threw them away before leaving, and with the afternoon sun beating down on my face, I couldn’t help but let out a groan.
Part 3: Shiaka(Zoe)’s Big Bust
Date: Sunday, May 31, 2015
Time: 14:02
Location: The Xing Residence
It was a good lunch and a great time getting to know Anita like this, but… being around her like that, sharing what had to be at least 30 indirect kisses as we shared each other’s food, it did something to me… Or should I say Zoe’s penis. It got hard fifteen minutes ago, and even now, as I was walking down the street, I could still feel it pushing against my briefs, as if begging to be freed from its constraints.
Seeing Anita in those loose clothes, her tank top brushing against her chest as she ate, and thinking back to watching her, dressed in a swimsuit so tight that it left nothing to the imagination. They normally weren’t things I found attractive, but something about being in this body, and knowing I was a man and she was a woman… it changed how I viewed things.
In general, I wasn’t a very sexual person. Haruki had nudged me more often than I would care to admit, and I started trying more things after Maxxie gave me a vibrator for my eighteenth birthday. But even then… it wasn’t anything like this. Or… at least nothing I would want to admit to Zoe.
I tried to ignore it as I walked back to Zoe’s home. But with every step, I could feel the fabric rubbing against the cloth, offering just enough tension for it to stimulate things, and prevent it from growing flaccid. If anything, it felt harder with each step, and as my erection grew more intense, my mind fixated on it more than more. It was a vicious feedback loop, where the closer I was to my destination, the more I couldn’t help but think about the penis between my legs.
I tried to toss and turn it within my briefs, using my baggy shorts to obscure my actions. No matter what I did, whether it be tuck it down to my crotch, point it up, or try to shove it off to a leg, nothing worked. Nothing worked, and everything I tried only aggravated it more. I could feel myself sweating, my face growing red, and my penis pulsating, begging for attention. I still had two kilometers to go. I could not last like this. But I also wasn’t going to masturbate in public like a sex offender.
It was then that I looked forward and saw a park. A park that spanned four blocks and contained a building along the outskirts. A building that I knew would contain a restroom.
In 2010, Oransen began a policy to renovate its parks by installing public restrooms. Something meant to encourage families to go on more public outings, without worrying where they or their children would pee. It was pretty obvious and probably should have been enacted long before then. Though, with my penis screaming at me to be set free, I didn’t care about the how or why. I just ran as fast as I could and threw open the door to the men’s room.
I exhaled as the door shut behind me, and I was blissfully met with an empty room. The eeriness of being in a restroom with urinals was still as potent as it was back in November, but I paid them no mind and went to the nearest stall, locking the door behind me.
I shoved down my shorts, freeing my penis from its cloth constraints, and my eyes went wide. Its skin had become a pinkish red and grown so thin that I could see blue-ish veins popping out. It was not a visually appealing thing… but I suppose vaginas really weren’t much more visually appealing. I gingerly brought my hand out toward it, gripping the skin only to be surprised by how… tender it was. It was as if the anticipation had softened the skin. I quickly grabbed it and, even with such large hands, it fit perfectly.
I shut my eyes as I rubbed the underside of the penis, groaning softly as I came to terms with how, despite being so hard and rigid, this body still had areas so sensitive. I began to stroke it, my mind struggling to process these sensations as my brain became home to a slurry of chemicals, only for a pressure to strike the very bottom of my abdomen.
I had only been touching it for a few seconds, but it seemed like I was already at an apex. I held out my penis, aiming for the toilet bowl while standing, rubbing it as I awaited my first climax as a man… only to be met with something different.
Instead of a burst of semen, which I had been told to expect, I was met with a stream of urine. Urine that started as a dribble, a few drops splattering onto the floor before me, before morphing into a stream. One that struck at the center of the toilet bowl, sending water flying out the bowl and onto the seat with a powerful splash.
Immediately, my mind tried to compare this to peeing as a woman, and the first analogy that came to mind was how this was like changing the nozzle for a garden hose. I was used to pee coming out in a spray, spreading off in various directions and dispersing based on the pressure, sitting angle, and placement of one’s leg. There was an almost muscle-learned art to doing it. With a penis though? It was like switching the nozzle from spray to jet, firing the same amount of water, but as a single concentrated stream with so much force it seemed designed to make a splash as it struck water.
…Was that why so many men used urinals instead? Because if you spray against a ceramic wall, you don’t risk creating a mess of piss?
As my mind rapidly ran through such thoughts, the force of the stream diluted to a trickle yet again. I only prevented any further mess by grabbing a wad of toilet paper, suppressing my penis head as the last drops of urine left the urethra, before tossing the wad into the toilet.
Part of me hoped that this would eliminate my erection, and that I mistook a full bladder for an unsatiated libido, but no. My penis was still as hard as ever, still clawing for attention. I still needed to fully relieve myself, and without moving my feet, I shut my eyes and began doing what I came here to do, no matter how unsightly or unsanitary it might be.
With one hand wrapped around a penis, it was hard for me to see myself as anything other than a man in my mind’s eye. An image that grew ever clearer as I felt the rest of my body. The loose shirt bobbing up and down my flat, hardened chest. The sound of my deep moans. The short hair brushing against my ears and the back of my neck. And the way that air flowed in and out of my body. Any sexual fantasy I could have would be predicated on this. As every part of my body told me I saw Zoe… I began to tell myself.
Shiaka(Zoe): “I’m a man. I’m Zoe. I’m strong. I’m hot. I have nothing to fear… because I can do anything.”
The sound of hearing Zoe’s voice echo throughout my head only made my hand move faster, and as the dizzying sensation grew stronger, my mind began to paint a fuller picture.
I was no longer just Zoe, stroking my penis. I was Zoe, but I was with Anita. Embracing her against myself as I slid my manhood into her. It was a warm, damp embrace that made me want to grab her and hold her close.
I felt her white hair brush against my face, her face bury into my shoulder, and her breasts against my flat chest. She was unmistakably a woman, and I was unmistakably a man, but… it did not feel right. She was an equal, a peer who I competed with on an even level, and if I was a man, I wanted someone who… contrasted everything I was.
A woman. A woman with long, silky hair. A woman with a short stature, so short I had to look down to see her face. A woman with large breasts that could fully accommodate my large hands. And a woman who was so soft in every way I was hard. I wanted to be with my opposite, with a woman who made me feel like I was different. That I was a man. That is the desire that had pushed me to this point. The desire to embrace this masculinity I had been granted, to use this strength that I had never thought possible for me.
Anita’s form shifted as my desires for a partner came into focus, the image of her form growing ethereal as I sorted out my desires, before becoming something… familiar. And what I saw was… myself. My true body, my original body, her arms and legs wrapped around me, breasts smooshed against my chest, and pussy wrapped around my dick. She looked up at me, her face warped in a lewd expression, and I could faintly hear her whispering, begging for more.
Imaginary Shiaka: “P-Please, Zoe, d-don’t stop. F-Fuck me… F-Fuck me with my own body!”
With that line, I realized the fantasy my mind had conjured for me. Not only was I picturing myself as Zoe, fucking a girl while standing, as if to prove my strength and dominance. But that girl was… Zoe, in my body.
I did not have the clarity to think of what this meant. Instead, I thought with my dick. In the real world, I brought my hand up and down as I gripped my dick, but in my mind, every stroke was another thrust deeper into Zoe(Shiaka). I grabbed him, shoving him onto my dick whenever I thrust forward, and pulling him away, slamming him about like my personal fuck tube.
Except with every thrust, his body twitched. His hands and legs gripped my back, tightening for a brief moment. His breasts bobbed rhythmically. His nipples brushing against mine. And using my voice, he made a sound so cute yet embarrassing I made it a point to never share it with anyone else.
He was me. I was him. And as the pressure of this revelation grew harder and harder to ignore, Zoe(Shiaka) let out a scream, so passionate and loud, that it brought me back to reality. With my hand wrapped around my dick, I did not have any time or focus to aim as I reached my true apex, and a sweltering hot sensation rushed through my penis, bursting out from the head. It was a globule of sticky white fluid that shot through the air, where it plopped into the urine-filled toilet bowl, causing a small splash.
Looking down, I saw my penis, its head covered in a thin layer of goop. The erection was fading with every passing second. As I removed my hand, my penis flopped downward, where a single drop of semen fell into my briefs. I grabbed a piece of toilet paper to clean up, threw it into the toilet, and then looked at the piss-covered sight before me, sighing as I yanked my shorts up and grabbed the toilet paper again. Everything about this was disgusting and warped, but as I saw this sight, I couldn’t help but smile, muttering to myself.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Fuck… that felt good.”
Part 4: The Fallout of Truth
Date: Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Time: 13:41
Location: The Xing Residence
As Shiaka(Zoe) finished informing Zoe(Shiaka) of how she spent her Sunday, her face had grown positively pink with embarrassment, and she was looking far away from her swap partner. With her story done and all of her sins laid bare, she turned to face the man whose body she used for such selfish and sexual purposes, only to be met with… a smile.
Zoe(Shiaka) was… happy with what he had heard. Before Shiaka(Zoe) could ponder why, he had wrapped his arms around her in a hug.
Zoe(Shiaka): “I’m proud of you Shiaka. I know doing something like that took a lot of effort, and I’m impressed you were willing to step so far outside of your comfort zone.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “E-Eh? Eeeehhhh? W-What are you talking about Zoe? I… I just admitted to—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Finding my body sexually attractive? I’ve seen many girls share that opinion, but I’m flattered you were able to enjoy my form as much.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “W-Well, maybe you should be a bit less flattered and more angry. I-I went on a date with Anita. W-We didn’t call it that, but that’s what it looked like. …And I also know I screwed up your morning routine somehow, because I was super sore during graduation and—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “It sounds like you simply forgot to stretch once you were done. You need to, especially after all that swimming and running. You functionally did a 5K in my body and swam at least a kilometer. If you are interested in my exercise routine, I would be more than happy to give you some—”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Damn it, Zoe! Why aren’t you mad at me! I thought what I did was really bad and embarrassing and—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Shiaka, please. You’re my friend. While I am not above bringing this up for the sake of teasing you, I fully understand why you did what you did. Besides, if I shamed you for masturbating in my body, I would be a hypocrite.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “…You mean you already… checked out my body?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Every night before going to bed. I planned on it to be a one-off on Saturday, but I enjoyed myself too much, and wanted to make the most of this week.”
Shiaka(Zoe)’s fair skin once again blossomed into a shade of pink as her expectations were shattered.
Shiaka(Zoe): “S-So, we have both masturbated as each other… multiple times.”
With a sigh, Zoe(Shiaka) scooted close to Shiaka(Zoe) and placed a hand on her leg.
Zoe(Shiaka): “Shiaka, you do realize that everybody else has at this point. It’s one of the first things one thinks to do in the body of someone else for a reason. …Actually, scratch that. I doubt Babs has tried anything in Terra’s body.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “What about Terra in Caroline’s body?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “That is something I will not ask either of them.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Oh… So… Now what? I was expecting you to hate me for thinking this way and everything, but—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Well, you are clearly attracted to me… and me in your body. So if you would like to make your fantasy a reality—”
Shiaka(Zoe): “WHAT?! A-Are you actually Zoe? Or…are you just Maxxie doing a super good impression of him and—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Shiaka, please, you know I am who I say I am. We cannot use the VD 2.0 to switch bodies even if we wanted to. However, if you believe that it would be too strange to lose your virginity in another body, then I fully understand. I was simply asking if you were interested.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “I… I honestly never thought I would have sex with anyone. I thought that if I ever got that intimate with someone, I would panic. …But if I am in this body, then I don’t think I need to worry about that. I’m big, I’m strong, and I don’t have anything to be afraid of. And after that fantasy, I can’t say that I don’t want to. …If I have my first time like this, then… perhaps I won’t be scared of doing things like that in my body. B-But, why do you want this, Zoe? I never thought you were interested in sex and thought it was a waste of time.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “I believe my words were that it was a distraction, an enemy of getting things done, and a distraction for my education. However… I finished high school. I have high marks to fall back on, and no serious plans to study during the summer. Plus… if I am going to be in the body of a woman, I believe I should at least try to experience what it is like to have sex as a woman. It will be a valuable experience on myriad levels. Plus, given Verde’s persona, I’m certain she is going to try to make us have sex in other bodies eventually.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “W-Well… I guess I never thought about that. It’s just… it’s hard for me to grasp this idea. I know you would never hurt me, Zoe. And even if you wanted to… you couldn’t while in my body. And while I would be embarrassed of my scars—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Shikaka. The scars are a part of you, they made you the person they are today. And there is nothing to be ashamed about that person. You are a beautiful woman, a brilliant woman, and being in your body has been a joy. I am happy to call you a friend and peer, and… I would be happy if you would be willing to share your first time with me.”
Shiaka(Zoe) shut her eyes, took a breath, and allowed the red to drain from her face as she thought of this proposal. She weighed the pros and cons in her head before absentmindedly crossing her legs. An innocent act… that made her painfully aware of the thing between her legs, and how hard it was from these deliberations.
Shiaka(Zoe): “…You’re right when you said Verde would do this sooner or later and… your body— my body— the body I’m currently in is telling me to do it. And everything you just said about me… I feel the same way. You’re handsome, one of the smartest people I’ve had the privilege to meet, and being in your body has… made me reconsider a lot of things. There are a lot of things going through my head right now, but above all else… I want to do this.”
Zoe(Shiaka) then stood up, grabbed Shiaka(Zoe)’s hand, and led her to his bedroom.
Zoe(Shiaka): “Mamà is still going to be away for a while. When she gets like this, she stays out for at least 3 hours, so we don’t need to worry about her.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “T-That’s good, but… Zoe, would you mind if we… do a bit of roleplaying, so… you’ll be Shiaka and I’ll be Zoe.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Heh. I expected as much. I’d ask where you got so kinky, but any proximity to Maxxie for a long enough time is bound to warp the sexual preferences of just about anyone.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Well… if you are going to be so agreeable,”
Shiaka(Zoe) then grabbed Zoe(Shiaka) and swept him off his feet, placing an arm beneath his knees and another on his back. Now holding him in her arms, like a princess, Shiaka(Zoe) whispered into his ears.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Then I’ll be the man, and you’ll be my woman.“
A wide smile popped onto Zoe(Shiaka)’s face as he heard those words. Though, before he could say anything, he was in his bedroom, and Shiaka(Zoe) shut the door with her foot.
Part 5: Virgin Absolution (Sizzle Ver.)
Date: Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Time: 13:53
Location: The Xing Residence
Zoe(Shiaka) found himself thrown onto his own bed and… never had it seemed so large to him. The same thing could be said about the entire room really. It was a place that Zoe(Shiaka) had memorized down to every last meticulous detail, but from his smaller stature, it all looked huge.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Hey, you should get ready.”
Darting his head over to the sound of his body’s voice, Zoe(Shiaka) saw that Shiaka(Zoe) had already stripped off her shirt, exposing her flat chest, broad shoulders, and pronounced abs. It was something he had seen every day for so much of his life, but after spending a few days in a body far softer and smaller, it looked all the more impressive. All the more… alluring. He had never looked at a male body with such longing before… but now, he was.
That’s right. He was not going to be Zoe for this session. He was Shiaka.
With a deep breath, Zoe(Shiaka) began to unbutton his dress, slowly revealing his chest to his partner, but in a way and at an angle she had never experienced. Scars coated his entire torso, stretching up to his shoulders, across his breasts, and past his waist. It was discolored, uneven, and contrasted with the cute face that stemmed from out his neck. But… It was a part of Shiaka. A sign of her struggle to survive and withstand adversity in all its forms. It spoke to the power of determination, the ability for a human to heal, and as Zoe(Shiaka) viewed it from that perspective… he could not help but find it beautiful. He was beautiful, just as she was so damn handsome.
By the time Shiaka(Zoe) had stripped to nothingness and hung up her pants, she was looking at Zoe(Shiaka), seconds away from doing the same. He looked at her with longing, fluttering his blue eyes and blonde lashes while rearranging his bare form on the bed. Shiaka(Zoe) had fantasized about it… but now, it was time to go all the way.
She planted her body onto the bed, spreading out her arms as she towered over Zoe(Shiaka). They spoke with their eyes as they deliberated their course of action, before pressing their lips together. The fiery passions billowing in their bodies grew stronger as they revved up to full throttle. And when they did, Shiaka(Zoe) brought her hands lower, grabbing Zoe(Shiaka)’s breasts, caressing them softly, while carefully placing her fingers at the most sensitive places.
Zoe(Shiaka) was left scared as fingers brushed against his burns, but Shiaka(Zoe) navigated this body with a deftness that left him in awe. She carefully avoided any area of pain and found the gems within the rough. Zoe(Shiaka) indulged himself with a series of tender, breathy moans. It felt right, it made him aroused just hearing it, and as he looked at the reddening face of his partner, he could tell it was infectious. He was floating… but he did not feel right getting all the attention.
He looked past his titillated titties and at the thing lingering beneath Shiaka(Zoe), pointing toward him like a cannot, coated in veins, calling for attention. He didn’t need to put much thought to put two and two together, and gracelessly made his request.
Zoe(Shiaka): “Hand me your dick.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “W-What? Am I doing a bad job?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “You’re doing such a good job I feel bad just lying here. Take your dick… and put it between my boobs.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “L-Like a paizuri?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Exactly like a paizuri. Now… do it before you ruin the mood.”
It was a lot easier to think that request than say it. And Zoe(Shiaka) didn’t have time to ask himself why, because he felt a heavy eight-inch tube of meat slap between his boobs, looking up at him with its one eye. It was his penis, he had seen it countless times before, but from this angle, at this scale, surrounded by these soft mounds of flesh attached to his body… the fight made his body hot.
Shiaka(Zoe): “The trick is to just move your tits around gently. They’re big enough that any movement will feel… nice.”
Why Shiaka(Zoe) knew that was not important. What was important was doing it. Grabbing the boobs before him and caressing them. He moved slowly at first, feeling out the right spot as this superheated penis pulsated every half second. Even though it wasn’t inside him, it felt… good on his breasts, and he began to rub them against it like a heated rod, pressing and rolling them about in search of the right spot. Lucky for Zoe(Shiaka), he had a lot of those.
His eyes shuttered and Shiaka(Zoe) did the same, feeling herself immersed in a pillow of soft comfort, bouncing through the hills of pleasure at a rapid rate. It kept piling on more and more until… it became too much for her. …Oh, shit. It was too much for her!
Panic filled Shiaka(Zoe)’s mind as she neared her climax, and she immediately yanked her dick out of her partner’s boobs, clenching its tubing with a hand as she looked at the garbage can, its upper layer comprised of nothing but the tissue-covered remnants of masturbation. She lacked the foresight to do anything more than aim at this pile, and offload herself, shooting off a dash of semen into the bin, before grabbing a tissue to soak up whatever began drizzling down.
Zoe(Shiaka): “Uh, what was that? We were going to lose our virginity together, and you—”
Shiaka(Zoe): “I— I’m sorry, Zoe—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “I’m supposed to be the woman, so you should call me Shiaka.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “I… Heh. I’m sorry, Shiaka. I panicked. I didn’t want to spray it into your face, because it could get into your eyes and… I should’ve just stuck it in to begin with, but I thought I had to—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Stop with the excuses. If you want to feel like a man, you should be be more bold, be dominant, and if you want to fuck me with no mess, I have condoms in the sock drawer.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “R-Right, I found those but…”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Do I need to help you put on a condom?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “I… would appreciate it.”
With a sigh and a laugh, Zoe(Shiaka) hopped off the bed and grabbed one of the condoms he informed Shiaka(Zoe) about. They were a gift from his mother when she heard he was the only man in a group with three girls. A crass, yet reasonable precaution. Tearing the wrapper open with his tiny hands, he looked at the penis, still maintaining an erection, and gingerly planted the furled condom onto the head. Shiaka(Zoe) twitched as the lubricated rubber clung to her hot skin, but she steadied herself, allowing Zoe(Shiaka) to fully cover her sex with a sky blue ribbed coating. Not the most arousing design, but it didn’t ruin the mood either.
Zoe(Shiaka): “Now that you’re all wrapped up, let’s cut the foreplay and jump to the main event. You and… me.”
With a surprising level of poise, Zoe(Shiaka) returned to the bed, spreading his legs wide to reveal his pussy, already primed and sopping. Shiaka(Zoe) felt herself tighten as this was presented before her with such aplomb, and whatever confidence she lost had been regained.
She returned to the bed to grab Zoe(Shiaka), and took aim inside him. She took it slow, easing in as the bravado drained from her partner’s face. Even she didn’t know how much her body could handle, so she took the time to test that out, sliding in smoothly and gracefully, before coming to a stop. It fit. All of it.
The two lovers shared a smile as they readied themselves and promptly began the thrusting. To and fro, forth and brack, as their bodies gyrated to accommodate each other. As their arms drew to the body before them. And as their faces grew ever closer. That fantasy that captured Shiaka(Zoe) in that stall had become a reality, but… there was something missing.
She felt strong. She could not see herself as anything less than a man. But… she wanted more. She wanted to feel like she did in that fantasy. And she wanted to make the Zoe(Shiaka) before her beg like the one in her fantasy.
A delightful cry from Zoe(Shiaka) brought her back to reality, and as she looked at his face… it was close, but the expression was not as ecstatic as she demanded. This called for drastic measures, so Shiaka(Zoe) wrapped her arms around her partner, lifting him up from the bed. He quibbled and squirmed as he was lifted into the air.
After a moment, Zoe(Shiaka) recognized what she was doing. Rather than resist, he played into it. He wrapped his arms against her, struggling to connect them across her broad back, and pressed his buoyant chest into his. With his body so stimulated, the mere presence of another’s skin on his nipples was enough for him to gasp in bliss. Shiaka(Zoe) smiled at her partner’s expression, and promptly planted a kiss on his lips, merging their faces once more.
As they smooched, they gazed into one another’s eyes, and Zoe(Shiaka)’s… looked exactly like the eyes of the girl in Shiaka(Zoe)’s fantasy three days ago. But this girl was real, and as a man, it was her job to show her the light.
Shiaka(Zoe) planted her partner against a wall, where his back swiftly straightened, and their kiss severed. Before Zoe(Shiaka) could speak, his partner silenced her. The moans escaping his lips escaped faster with every thrust, and every moan only motivated Shiaka(Zoe) to go harder. It was a feedback loop of ever rising pleasure, but even as his brain became staggered by these overwhelming sensations, he did not forget to express his gratitude… in the most effective way.
Zoe(Shiaka): “P-Please, Zoe, d-don’t stop. F-Fuck me… F-Fuck me with my own body!”
When Shiaka(Zoe) heard that… it was like the locks sealing the floodgates had been shattered into a hundred pieces, releasing an overwhelming typhoon. Her body tensed, charged, and everything she had been building up was unleashed in one powerful strike. A strike so powerful that both herself, and her target, could swear they saw the light of heaven, if only for a fragmentary moment.
Their brains became sloshed, their bodies were left tingling, and the two collapsed onto the bed, their legs both dangling off the edge. Zoe(Shiaka) was left panting, looking over his form, or what he could see of it beyond the breasts, before looking at Shiaka(Zoe). Her fatigue was far less, but that was hardly a surprise given her form. Even with her penis shrouded in a condom full of semen, she was still erect, and from the glisten in her eye, she was ready for another go. But instead of imposing her wishes on her partner, she merely gave him a light kiss on the forehead.
Shiaka(Zoe): “Th… Thank you, Zoe. That was… beyond my imagination.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “I… I could say the same thing. Though, I never imagined anything half as vivid as you.”
Shiaka(Zoe): “S-So, now what?”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Whatever we want. Being in a closed relationship would be a waste with all the opportunities presented to us, but I’d like us to be something… more than friends.”
Zoe(Shiaka) wrapped his tiny fingers around Shiaka(Zoe)’s firm fingers as he spoke. Shiaka(Zoe) did the same.
Shiaka(Zoe): “So, what does that mean? Am I going to be your girlfriend? Or… is there a gender neutral term for—”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Significant other, partner, but we don’t really need a name. We can just be—”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Lovers.”
With a single arm, Shiaka(Zoe) hoisted Zoe(Shiaka) a few inches up the bed and pressed her lips against his.
Zoe(Shiaka): “I like that. …But I have to ask, how did you learn how to ‘make love’ like that?”
Shiaka(Zoe): “Haruki’s hentai collection.”
Zoe(Shiaka): “Oh. …That explains everything.”
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0 Main Page
Act 1: SwitchY Swap
May 16th: Prom Pomf Pomf Preview
May 29th: Enter Verde’s Doohickey 2.0
May 30th: Let’s Get Swappin’
May 31st: Flare Family Fiasco
June 1st: Graduation Day
June 2nd: The Kurokawa ‘Sisters’
June 3rd: My Day As Zoe Xing
June 4th: Love in Seoul
June 5th: Sister Mother and Sister Daughter
June 6th: Back 2.0 Basics
June 7th: Assembling the Posse
June 8th: Anita Neukar in… Vivi Gaimz
June 9th: Mother Daughter Heart-2.0-Heart
June 10th: Daisuke and Paz in… Wacked Up Wednesday
June 11th: VAG Swap
June 12th: Terra’s Tomorrow
June 13th: Haruki’s Birthday Bash
Act 2: CHAOTIC CHANGES
June 14th: Jade and the Kuro Abigale Quinlans
June 15th: Aku_Mako’s E3 2015 Rundown – Day Zero
June 16th: Transform Sex Power
June 17th: Erotic Blitz
June 18th: An Evening At The Local Water Park
June 19th: Date Night Cubed
June 20th: Chicago Diamond Symphonia
June 21st: The Father’s Day Resurrection Special
June 22nd: Nazz and Liang Do Flare Industries
June 23rd: The Kurokawa Family Visits the Museum of Science and Industry
June 24th: Whatever Happened to… Yuccot Kikansky?
June 25th: A World Where The Gamers Won
June 26th: Bond Xing
June 27th: SSS – Sizzling Sexual Summer
June 28th: Lesbians 2.0 Gay Boys
June 29th: Caroline and Raiyne’s Cabin Logs