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 7th: Bulking Up The Roster

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Part 1: The Kurokawa’s Get Mixed Up

Date: Sunday, June 7, 2015
Time: 08:12
Location: The Kurokawa Residence

With the Kurokawa family operating on their Sunday schedule, Daisuke and Paz had just come down from their bedroom a few minutes ago and were just getting started with breakfast. Daisuke sat and read his iPad as his wife tended to the kitchen, preparing food while chatting with her husband. It was a simple ritual that kept the two engaged and informed, but it was cut off prematurely by a rambunctious sound from the stairs.

They turned their gaze to the kitchen entrance, where they saw Shiaka, dressed in her pajamas, with a positively sinister look on her face, holding an eye-catching purple object in her hands. 

Paz: “Good morning, Sunshine. What do you have th—”

Shiaka then ran forward and slammed her hand onto the table, sending a powerful bang rippling through the room. Immediately, their confusion amplified to concern, and Shiaka’s parents paused what they were doing to give her their undivided attention. Before either could say anything, she spoke to them in an uncannily brash tone.

‘Shiaka’: “I am pleased to share with you an announcement. A declaration that reality as you know it has changed forever. That the very concept of identity has been shattered and rebuilt into something new and… glorious. And it is all thanks to this!”

‘Shiaka’ then paused to place the purple GameBoy-like device in her hand onto the center of the table.

‘Shiaka’: “A device that shall end an era of humanity. For, while this might seem like an innocuous bootleg-ass game system, it is far more than that. This device has the power to free humans from the shackles of their bodies, the power to make souls eternal. It is a concept often explored in science fiction… but now, it has been rendered science fact. This, my beloved mother and father, is a body swapping device. A device known as… the VD 2.0!”

After making this speech, Shiaka, or at least the person in her body, made a triumphant stance, anticipating awe, shock, and splendor. Or, at the very least, a barrage of questions. Instead, they were promptly grabbed by Paz, who locked her into a hug as constricting as it was comforting.

Paz: “Oh, Sunshine! Please, please tell me what’s wrong, and we’ll take care of it. It’s Sunday, so your therapist might not be available, but if we just—”

Daisuke: “I’ll go to her room and check if she took her medication. She seemed a bit off the past week, but this is too much. I’ve never seen her like this before and—”

???: “That’s because she’s not really Shiaka.”

Daisuke and Paz turned as they heard a familiar brash voice… but it was being spoken in a soft cadence. They turned their heads back to the entrance to the kitchen, where they saw Haruki standing in the doorway, grasping one arm with her hand and wearing an awkward smirk on her face.

‘Haruki’: “In case it isn’t obvious, I’m actually Shiaka, and… Haruki’s in my body.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Gee, thanks for spoiling the discovery, Sis.”

Daisuke: “…Alright girls, I don’t get why you decided to play a hoax like this on your old man. While I adore your youthful spirit, aren’t you both a bit too old to—”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Guess we’ll just have to do it the old-fashioned way. Swap ’em, Shi-Shi!”

With a nod, Shiaka(Haruki) pulled another VD 2.0 from her pajama pants pocket, fiddled with a few inputs, and with the press of the start button, initiated the swap. A fraction of a second later, her parents’ senses faded to nothing, only to resurface in another body.

Daisuke was the first to come to terms with this swap, as he went from standing on his own, to embracing someone. Someone whose breasts brushed against his chest, which felt… bizarre. Too… soft around what could generously be called his pecs. He felt his arms wrapped around this person, and slowly looked down to see their blonde hair. Shiaka’s blonde hair. Except, Daisuke was intimately aware of how tall his second daughter was, and she went from being over twenty centimeters shorter than him to less than ten.

His mind was too frazzled by the surprise of seeing ‘Shiaka’ act this way to jump to the most obvious conclusion, even after it was so plainly told to him. He panned his vision away from Shiaka(Haruki) and across the room, where he soon came across… himself. His body, dressed exactly as he was, standing where he remembered standing, looking down at him. He stared at this supposed ‘doppelgänger,’ and the doppelgänger stared back, pointing at him, starting to say something, only to bring that same hand to their throat. 

The doppelgänger then looked down, staring at the clothes that Daisuke had worn just a moment ago. Shiaka(Haruki) adopted a concerned expression that was ill-fitting on her borrowed face, and before she could say anything to her parents, her sister took the initiative. Haruki(Shiaka) effortlessly broke away from Daisuke(Paz), puffed up her already ample chest, and spoke to her parents in a haughty tone.

Haruki(Shiaka): “So, Fatherly Mom and Motherly Dad, do you believe me now?”

Paz(Daisuke): “I… I guess there is no other answer, we— We swapped bodies, and… you two have—”

Shiaka(Haruki): “We actually have four, one for each of us, but we’ll get to that sooner or later.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Yeah, we’ll give each of you five to get sorta situated, and then we’ll explain everything. Even the stuff that makes no freaking sense!”

On cue, Haruki(Shiaka) snatched the VD 2.0 from off the table and scampered upstairs, grabbing her sister by the hand. Shiaka(Haruki) gave her parents a sympathetic, almost apologetic, look as she ran out of the kitchen, leaving the husband and wife alone in the kitchen.

With his hands and torso free, Daisuke(Paz) looked down at his new body, and was immediately taken aback by what lay on his chest. Paz was never a particularly busty woman, but looking down at her breasts, from this angle, they appeared massive. He then brought a hand to his cheek, nearly jumping as he felt the soft fingertips brush against the soft skin, and truly flinching once he brushed his fingers through the curly dark hair on his head.

After being married to her for over 25 years, he was intimately familiar with every one of Paz’s features. Yet feeling them with different, smaller hands, and feeling what she felt… was a bit much for him to process. Despite this, he opened his mouth and began to speak.

Daisuke(Paz): “This… This is real, isn’t it? I’m really you, Paz.”

Paz(Daisuke): “And… I’m you, Dear.”

As Daisuke(Paz) turned to look at his wife, he was hit with an uncanny sensation. She looked even taller standing so close to him. His scalp barely reached her mouth. And the way she was using his body was… bizarre to behold. Paz(Daisuke) was trying to make herself look smaller, wrapping her comparatively large arms against her chest, hunching slightly so she felt less tall, and looked around the room, as if someone rearranged all the furniture. Her blue eyes darted around like this for several seconds… before landing on the stove.

Paz(Daisuke): “Shit!”

In all the fuss surrounding the body swap, Paz(Daisuke) had forgotten she was in the middle of preparing breakfast, and began tending to the eggs on the stove. She turned off the burner before using the spatula to flip over what was once meant to be scrambled eggs… only for her to completely miss the pan, and for the eggs to fall onto the stove itself. Fortunately, they had already solidified, so they didn’t leave much of a mess.

Paz(Daisuke): “Wha— Right, with your extra strength, I guess something as… intrinsic as that needs to be relearned.”

Daisuke(Paz): “Y-Yeah, I guess that… makes sense.”

Daisuke(Paz) looked away as his wife attempted to recover what she could of their breakfast, returned to his iPad on the desk, and looked at his reflection in its dark screen. The colors were darkened, but it was plainly obvious that he had Paz’s face. With a sigh, he opened up the camera app and, despite fully knowing what he would see, he still flinched at the sight. 

Whenever he could move his face, Paz would move hers. When he brought a hand to his face, Paz did the same. It was the most damning evidence he could hope for that he was truly in her body, but no matter how smart of a man Daisuke may be, he still struggled to accept this reality.

Paz(Daisuke): “Dear, are you alright?”

Daisuke(Paz): “…Minutes ago, the world made sense, but now… it doesn’t. People can’t just become someone else, the brain does not work that way, and even if it did, the amount of effort that would be required to do so wirelessly and with a handheld device is… immense. This is something that should not be possible… yet it is.”

As Daisuke(Paz) allowed this situation to get the better of him, he felt his wife wrap her arms around him, pressing her flat chest against his back. It was yet another unnerving sensation, reminding him of what he had lost, but it also made the reality before him feel all the more real.

Paz(Daisuke): “I’m sorry, Daisuke. This is… a bit much for me, but I need you to be strong. For yourself, and for me.”

Daisuke(Paz): “I know, but… in your body, Paz, I feel so much weaker— I am weaker. And I am smaller. I guess I took those things for granted, as I never knew anything else, but even as you hold me… I am painfully aware of what I now lack.”

Paz(Daisuke): “Daisuke, please. What did you always tell Shiaka about strength?”

Daisuke(Paz): “That physical strength and stature might make you feel strong… but real strength comes from within. It comes from your convictions, determination, and willingness to fight things that fear you. Only when you confront them, can you grow, can you accumulate strength. …I forget how many times I told her some variation of that.”

Paz(Daisuke): “Oh, stop putting yourself down. You were just frazzled is all, anyone would be. And just talking like this, hearing your voice speak my thoughts, is plenty weird for me.”

Daisuke(Paz): “About that, you’re speaking a bit too deeply. My voice is deep, but never that deep.”

Paz(Daisuke): “Oh? Well, it sounded right in my head, but if I… how about this?”

Daisuke(Paz): “That’s better… You can control the body just fine, but need to adjust to the configuration and settings. Yes. Even though it is easy to view the two as deeply interconnected, a body and a mind are closer akin to hardware and software. And all we did was transfer the software from one machine to another, OS and all. Everything functions, yet we need to adapt to best use the hardware at our disposal.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Oh my GOD. I knew you would bring up that comparison.”

Right as the two were rebuilding their composure, the swapped husband and wife were interrupted by Haruki(Shiaka), with her Shiaka(Haruki) right behind her. Haruki(Shiaka) sat down in her mind’s usual spot, while Shiaka(Haruki) did the same.

Shiaka(Haruki): “You should probably take a seat. We have a lot to share with you, and it gets… weirder than this.”

Paz(Daisuke) was the first to take a seat, settling into her usual chair, while Daisuke(Paz) was the last to join them. Paz(Daisuke)’s brow furrowed as she brought her hairy legs together only to be met with a penis, while Daisuke(Paz) had to figure out how to properly sit with the knee-length skirt of his nightgown. …But after ten seconds, he just scrunched it up between his legs.

Paz(Daisuke): “So, how did you two happen to come across… four of these things?”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Well, my fatherly mother, it’s quite simple. Shiaka— that is the girl currently living it up in my grill— recently befriended a very special person. Actually, no, No adjective could hope to encompass them better than a noun. Shiaka befriended GOD!”

This complete non-answer did not so much as to confuse the two parents in attendance, as much as it… did not compute in their minds. 

Shiaka(Haruki): “S-She’s not… well, I guess she did say she was— but not in the way you’re probably thinking or… Let me start from the beginning, and tell you my side of the story. That’s probably the easiest way to explain things.”

From there, Shiaka(Haruki) proceeded to begin the story she told her sister the night earlier. It was a longer story, so as it played out, the family helped themselves to the mostly finished breakfasts Paz prepared prior to her swap.

Shortly after the end of spring break, Shiaka and her friends were summoned by a strange woman named Verde Dusk. A woman who unlocked memories within them about adventures in three alternate worlds. 

One where she and her friends gained access to a body swapper more primitive than this one, simply known as the VD. 

One where Jade’s body was stolen by a terrorist named Abigale Quinlan, who destroyed Oransen High, and tormented her until she cracked, becoming a monster. 

Figuratively and literally. And one where Jade underwent a bodily transformation into Abigale Quinlan, who subsequently used Jade’s lingering trauma to make her forfeit her life.

Jade lost her body after that, and was left as a lingering soul in an ethereal plane, before she was saved by Verde Dusk. Verde saw Jade’s trauma, offered her another chance at life, and made her deepest desire a reality. Verde then transformed her body, turning ‘Jad’ into Jade, and granting her a fully female form.

Once Jade was situated, Verde then explained things to Shiaka, Zoe, Maxxie, Terra, Babs, and Caroline, granting them memories of the alternate worlds, and promising to meet again in eight weeks. However, these events would remain unknown to everyone outside of their circle, same with the fact that Jade wasn’t always known as Jade, and Terra wasn’t always known as Terra.

On May 29th, she offered to give them VD 2.0s, far more powerful tools capable of swapping bodies across a long range, for pre-set durations, and even at scheduled times. However, before she would give them access to these tools, they had to spend a week in the body of someone else, living their life as if it were their own. This week ended yesterday, June 6th, and Shiaka chose to spend that week in Zoe’s body, meaning that the person they saw as Shiaka up until then was merely an imposter.

Daisuke(Paz): “But, how could that have been Zoe? She— erm, he could understand my Japanese perfectly.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Oh, you’re gonna just love this! Not only can the VD 2.0 let you swap with people in a ten kilometer radius, but when you swap with them, you get their language knowledge. If they know how to read and write a language, so do you, and if they know words or linguistic rules you didn’t before, now you do! Seriously, with something like this, people like you, Mom, are gonna be out of a job soon! …Or maybe you could just disguise this as a service? You could be in another room, all bound and whatever, and then we could swap someone into your body for like a minute, and then have you swap back! With a service like that, we could probably charge $5,000. That’s pretty damn cheap if you wanna be fluent in a language— Oh wait!”

With another aggressive slam on the kitchen table, Haruki(Shiaka) glared at Paz in Daisuke’s body and began speaking to her not only in Japanese, but her approximation of a Hiroshima Ben dialect.

Haruki(Shiaka): “[Iffin’ ya don’t believe me, then try dis on fer size. Daisuke could cop this ish real smooth-like, but even though Mama Paz can pick up the Nihongo, I’d be a horse’s hemorrhoid-filled anus if she could jive with this groovy speak. D’ya get it, or is ya bonked in da head?]“

Paz(Daisuke): “[Whud in da monkey’s barn did that thing do? It weren’t crystal, but dat sounded purdy dang clear.] Oh, gosh, I wasn’t even trying to say it like that.”

Clearing his throat, Daisuke(Paz) switched over to Spanish.

Daisuke(Paz): “[Paz already taught me how to speak mostly conversational Spanish, so I don’t think I can really test that, but… after everything else that had happened, I suppose this is a minor infraction of the rules, rather than an outright breaking of them.]

Shiaka(Haruki): “A-Anyway, if you want to have your memories of the alternate worlds restored, there’s an option to do that in the VD 2.0.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Hmm… I really like the idea of Shiaka competing with two other girls in Zoe’s harem for four bloody years before becoming the victor. But I gotta admit that I am way too curious about what those adventures were really like, and I just wanna see how those two can be trans. Jade’s so capital-G Girly that I can’t even imagine her as a guy. Same with Terra. Girl’s got cis written all over her face. Maxxie though? Big trans vibes from that girl, and not just ‘cos she’s a pansexual pervert. …Though, that does help.”

Shiaka(Haruki): “In that case, Mom, Dad, would you like your memories of these events restored?”

Daisuke(Paz): “Sunshine, my brain is already fried, and it’s not even 10. So I don’t see any harm in giving me memories from an alternate universe.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “It’s actually alternate universes. Like, four of them. Right?”

Shiaka(Haruki): “I… try not to think about how many there are…”

Paz(Daisuke): “I’d also rather know the truth than remain wrapped in ignorance… Don’t tell me that a VD 2.0 can also restore our memories.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “You bet your buttered toast it can! We just gotta go past the games icon and to the options icon.”

Daisuke(Paz): “Wait, that thing can play games? Why would you install that functionality into—”

Shiaka(Haruki): “Because she could, pretty much. Now, when I select this, you might have a visceral, if not disgusted, reaction. I hoped that my summary would prime you, but—”

Haruki(Shiaka): “You have consent from all parties, Sis! Now press the darn button!”

With a sigh, Shiaka(Haruki) did just that, navigating through the interface of her VD 2.0, selecting Haruki, Paz, and Daisuke from a list of registered users, and activating the ‘memory restoration’ function.

Haruki(Shiaka), Daisuke(Paz), and Paz(Daisuke) all flailed and yelped as the memories entered their mind. Shiaka(Haruki) feared for a second that she just gave her entire family strokes, only for the spasms to abruptly stop. However, they all wore a look of utter dread as they remembered what happened on December 31, 2014 in that other world. When Jade, within Abigale’s body, became a monstrous mass of flesh that not only killed, but consumed them all. They all remembered the sight of failing to save Shiaka from this beast, watching her be consumed by its skin, and feeling her hand as she desperately clung to life. In the preamble, Shiaka had not considered what it would be like for them. People who came so close to losing her ten years ago.

Simultaneously, her family rose from their seats and rushed over to Shiaka(Haruki), wrapping their arms around her in one big bodily displaced family hug!

Haruki(Shiaka): “Holy SHIT Shiaka, you should’ve told us sooner!”

Shiaka(Haruki): “G-Guys, it’s okay, I talked it over with—”

Paz(Daisuke): “Shiaka, that’s bullshit! You know how much we care for you, and even if you weren’t sure how to put it, even if you said it was just a dream, we would be there for you.”

Shiaka(Haruki): “I can process some things on my own. I’m a big girl now, and I had my friends I could count on. I love you, but… I don’t need to share everything with you… do I?”

Daisuke(Paz): “…No, you don’t. …Still, I wish we would have known what you had to experience.”

Shiaka(Haruki): “I mean, it was like being absorbed by warm goo, it didn’t really hurt or anything. But knowing that you know is… nice. Now I don’t have anything to hide.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “So, everything’s good with you?”

Shiaka(Haruki): “Yes. So, as Haruki would say, let’s get started with the fun part! Haruki, if you could get the—”

Haruki(Shiaka) then broke away from the family hug, ran out of the kitchen, and grabbed two VD 2.0s from the bookshelf, holding them high like the glorious gifts they were. She handed them to Daisuke(Paz) and Paz(Daisuke), who broke away from the hug to examine these machines. Both were a bit puzzled by them, and how… game-system-like they truly were. Especially with the shoulder buttons.

Haruki(Shiaka): “Just imagine the sorts of trouble we can get up to with these things!”

Paz(Daisuke): “Haruki, please. Why would you want to get into trouble with something like this? Because it is one thing to wind up committing a crime, but your body could be stolen, and you could be trapped as someone else.”

Daisuke(Paz): “Your mother’s right. This thing is incredible, but you should tread carefully when dealing with something even a fraction as powerful as this.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Oh my gush, you guys! Shi-Shi just said that she was friends with a God! She can rewrite history and has the answer sheets for all the mysteries!”

Shiaka(Haruki): “…Since when do mysteries have answer sheets?”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Since I said they do, damn it! But didn’t you say she can see everything and turn back time?”

Daisuke(Paz): “…The longer this goes on, the more I wish it was all a nightmare… but my dreams are never a fraction as long or elaborate as this.”

Shiaka(Haruki): “I-I’m sorry if this is a bit much for you all to take in at once. If you would like, we could swap you all back and—”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Nu-uh we can’t, ‘cos I set these swaps to last for 24 hours! So you’re gonna have to spend a full day in each other’s shoes. And you better believe that I’m gonna make sure you have the full experience!”

Shiaka(Haruki): “I… Excuse us for a moment.”

With a sour expression, Shiaka(Haruki) grabbed her sister and scurried out into the living room, where they began whisper-yelling at each other.

Shiaka(Haruki): “What the hell are you talking about Haruki?! I just used a Quick Swap. We didn’t schedule anything. And even then, the swap can always be overwritten by another VD 2.0!“

Haruki(Shiaka): “They don’t know that, so just roll with this. I’m trying to arrange something fun for the whole family!“

With an accepting sigh, the Kurokawa sisters returned to the room, Shiaka(Haruki) wearing an exasperated expression.

Shiaka(Haruki): “Yes, that’s right. We’re all stuck like this for 24 hours… so there wasn’t really any sense in giving you the VD 2.0s right now…”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Meaning that I get to go around town with just the cuuuutest little face!”

Daisuke(Paz): “…I never realized this, but Haruki with Shiaka’s body and face is a dangerous thing.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “What, you trying to say I’m an uggo? Thanks Dad!”

Daisuke(Paz): “You’re an attractive woman Haruki, there’s no doubt about that—”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Oh, so now you’re not worried about my weight?”

Paz(Daisuke): “Haruki… is this just your way of living out your dream of being a ‘busty blonde?'”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Kinda… sorta… yes. And to fulfill that dream, I’m gonna go to the beach, and I suggest you all come with me, dressed for the occasion! …Or else!”

Shiaka(Haruki): “D-Do I even want to know what that means?”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Maybe, maybe not, but either way, I suggest you heed my request, it’d be a shame if you were to suddenly get on my bad side. So chop chop. We finished our breakfast, so now let’s get a move on! Allons-y, my family!”

As Haruki(Shiaka) ran away, wielding her VD 2.0 like a child running with scissors, the rest of the Kurokawa family shared a collective groan. Shiaka(Haruki) thought, just for a brief moment, that maybe she shouldn’t have looped her sister into this. …Before realizing that she would have found out one way or another.

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Part 2: Gathering of the Greenies

Date: Sunday, June 7, 2015
Time: 12:14
Location: Mopan’s Bara-licious Thai Restaurant

Vivi groaned and clenched her temples, looking away from the woman across the table from her and down at her green curry. It all seemed so innocuous. Jade invited her out for lunch to meet someone, they settled on a local hole-in-the-wall Thai place, and the conversation started pleasant. The person she was introduced to, Verde Dusk, was definitely eccentric, but in an endearing and entertaining way. Almost like Maxxie… but even worse.

Vivi: “…You’re just fucking with me, aren’t you?”

Jade: “I know it might seem like—”

Verde: “Like a helluva shit I am! I am as serious as I could be about the body swapping, multiverse, and how I moved into a new house with my wives. Moving fucking blows by the way. Not sure if you ever tried it.”

Vivi: “Look, you seem very certain of this, Miss Dusk—”

Verde: “Call me Verde or I’ll piss in your mouth, you saucy little vixen!”

Vivi took a moment to shut her eyes, letting the fresh crisp early summer air brush across her face, flutter through her chin-length curly red hair, and ruffle against her clothes. It was what she normally wore outside of school, just a simple long-sleeve purple T-shirt and jeans, but her fondness for baggier clothing meant her clothes regularly flapped in the wind. 

She then looked at Jade, dressed in a short white skirt and thin blue sweater that, even in 18 degree weather, looked bizarre considering it was freaking June. A nervous, if not embarrassed, look was caked on her face as she directed her emerald eyes elsewhere and fidgeted with her curly brown hair.

Following another sigh, Vivi returned her attention to Verde, dressed in a flashy green suit jacket, with a white shirt underneath. Her shoulder-length black hair had become a mess thanks to the wind, but she remained composed, practically radiating confidence through her violet eyes. Vivi wasn’t sure what she found more unnerving. The fact that these eyes appeared to actually be violet— which shouldn’t be possible with skin as dark as Verde’s— or the way she was staring at her.

Vivi: “Look, if you can give me any evidence, I am willing to believe you, but when you only have your words—”

Verde: “Dost thou consent to have thine mind fucked with the searing hot truth?”

Jade: “…Do you want Verde to give you your memories of the alternate worlds?”

Vivi: “Suuuure! Give me memories using your godly powers. I’d love to see how—”

Before Vivi could finish dishing out her snark, Verde snapped her fingers. A second later, what little color existed on Vivi’s pale freckled face faded away and her dull green eyes dilated. The memories had been added, and as she struggled to process them, she flailed, spasmed, and fell out of her chair. She was okay, barring a bruise or two, but the reaction was more than enough to send Jade over to Vivi. She offered Vivi a hand, and after a moment of contemplation, she accepted it.

Back in her chair, Vivi stared at Verde, her mind racing as she contemplated every truth that was shared with her. They maintained a staring contest for what felt like a minute before Vivi shut her eyes, took a breath, and resumed their conversation.

Vivi: “For as much as I would like to posit a scientific explanation for what happened… I don’t. You must really be a god as you say you are.”

Verde: “I was tempted to just lay down the truth, from the get-go, but I do love a good argument, and you were a worthy opponent, Miss Gaimz.”

Vivi: “…I’ll call you Verde, and you call me Vivi.”

Verde: “Can do!”

Jade: “S-So, you’re holding up okay? I understand if you might not want to be around me after—”

Vivi: “That Abigale Quinlan person manipulated you into killing me? I’ll admit, seeing my dead body like that was enough to shake me up more than I would care to admit. But I know you didn’t want to kill me.”

Jade: “O-Oh, I thought it might be—”

Vivi: “I’m not dumb enough to be transphobic Jade. If anything, seeing the shit you went through makes me see you as even more of a girl. Most girls are forced to be girls, whether they want to be or not. But you chose to be one, and that takes guts.”

Verde snickered at that line, but neither Jade nor Vivi had any idea why.

Vivi: “If anything, the one I think less of is the god sitting before me. You nearly killed everyone and everything because you had a damn hissy fit.”

Verde: “Yeah, but that was the old Verde— that was Verde 3.0. And I’m running on that 4.1 shit now! …But in all seriousness, since I became a God at 14, I have done a lot of growing up, and now at the ripe age of 33-years-young—”

Vivi: “The god of the universe isn’t even old enough to run for president…”

Verde: “I’ve mellowed out, have a better support network, and now, I just want to use my powers to add some spice to the lives of a small group. And you, my dear Vivi, have just been invited into that group.”

Vivi: “…If you’re a god, why don’t you stop wars, cancer, human rights abuses, racism, sexism, or—”

Verde: “Trust me, I have gotten rid of a lotta shit, and put this world on a way better path than where it was before. Could I do more? Yeah. But if I keep doing more and more and more then… oh snap! I guess I made a world where people are just hooked up to dopamine machines all day and live a life full of nothing but pleasure. Where people never die, all experiences are meaningful experiences, and where every day is phenomenal.”

Vivi: “Wow. You’re just truncating an entire spectrum into a binary right there. There is a balance to achieve, maintaining a level of conflict emblematic to being human, while still—”

Verde: “How do you know I haven’t already changed things? Maybe the world was a full-on dystopia before I took control, and you’re just too blissfully ignorant to know the hell you escaped. …In all seriousness, you do have a point Vivi. I am keeping a close eye on the progress of Earth, humanity, and am doing what I can to ensure that they will reach the utopia eventually, but to accelerate things, I would need to actually control people. Rob them of their free will. And rid them of the ability to forge their own history. I still keep the powerful in check, nudge them in the right direction, and take care of major issues personally. But for the most part? I just let the world and the 7 billion people on it do whatever they want!”

After giving her big speech, Verde took her fork to her chicken pad thai and started slurping the noodles— loudly and vigorously— until her cheeks were full to bursting. Rather than chewing this mouthful she, somehow, swallowed it in a single mighty gulp… that was followed by an even mightier belch.

Verde: “UUUURRRRPPPP!!!”

Following this… needless display, she took a swig of her water and resumed the conversation like nothing happened.

Verde: “So, any objections… lady?”

Vivi glared at her, unsure if she should be disgusted, disappointed, or impressed by that display. So she ignored it.

Vivi: “…How do I know you’re not controlling me then? If I agree, am I doing so of my own free will?”

Jade: “Is there any way that Verde can actually prove that to you? She could say as much, she could give you the ability to go against her will, but you have no way of knowing what she will and won’t allow you to do and—”

Vivi: “And if she can control me, why is she even bothering with all of this bickering? You make a good point, Jade. …So let me ask another question. Why do you want to involve me in this… body swapping adventure? It’s not because of my looks or anything. I’m just a boring teenager who spends most of her free time at her computer.”

Verde: “You know, looks aren’t everything, and just ‘cos you don’t got no tits or ass doesn’t mean nobody wants to try out your body. In fact, I’m pretty sure Jade said she would look pretty cute if she took more care of her appearance. Maybe being in the body of someone else is just what you need to help you build some self confidence. …Also, I’m offering you access to something that only a handful of people on this planet had the chance to experience, and you’re gonna say no? And don’t say you’ve never been curious about what it’d be like to be a sexy lady or a handsome man. Because then I know you’re full of more shit than a dog’s ass!”

Vivi: “…Very well, you made your point. And thanks for inviting me to this, Verde. I know I’m nothing special, and being included in something like this is… it really means a lot to me. I don’t consider myself that special, but even though I never really gave something like this that much thought, I—”

Verde: “You can stop, Vivi. I can tell this isn’t your type of thing, but I appreciate the sentiment. It proves that I made the right choice in inviting you as part of the VD Crew! And to commemorate the occasion, allow me to give you your very own… VD 2.0.”

With a level of grace surprising from someone so crass, Verde reached into her suit jacket pocket and produced a VD 2.0, sliding it across the patio table. Vivi grabbed it and immediately pressed a button, bringing the screen to life and displaying the three icons she was informed about. Swap, Games, and Options. She had an immensely powerful tool in her hands, one that would allow her to become anybody within range… but there was something else that caught her attention.

Vivi: “So, what emulators are you using for this thing?”

Verde: “Huh? I mean, I installed all the major ones for each system. NES, SNES, GameBoy, GBA, Master System, Genesis, Game Gear, PC Engine, Neo Geo, Neo Geo Pocket Color, Wonderswan Color, and PS1. I thought about adding in Atari, 3DO, CDi, and other shit, but… who the hell cares about those?”

Vivi: “…Hold on, you’re using freaking ZSNES for the Super Nintendo emulator on this thing? That hasn’t been updated since 2007, and Snes9x is way more accurate.”

Verde: “Oh my gush. Hold on, lemme roll out a patch to change the default emulator.”

Rolling her eyes, Verde pulled a second VD 2.0 from her suit jacket and began fiddling with the buttons. Jade watched from over her shoulder as she accessed a command line and slowly entered text using a directional pad, before finally finishing the input— which she could have made within 20 seconds on a PC— after two minutes.

Verde: “Okay, there. Now, could you please be a normal person and use the body swapper to, y’know, swap bodies with Jade here.”

Jade: “W-Wait, why me?”

Verde: “What, you want her to swap with that beefcake bara dude in the kitchen? And you want me to give up my body for a body swap virgin’s first time? Nu-uh. Jade’s a good starter for ya! So work your digital magic, like the Cy Girl you are, and see what it’s like to be someone else!”

Vivi: “…Wait, did you just reference that shitty Konami sci-fi fetish game for PS2?”

Verde: “Press. The. Fucking. Button!”

With a sigh, Vivi did as Verde requested, sifting through the Swap interface to activate ‘Quick Swap.’ She pointed the device at herself, felt a slight shiver, pointed it at Jade, and then pressed the start button to initiate the swap.

It took Vivi only a fraction of a second before she was looking back at her own face, sitting on the other end of the table. Her body shot back at her with a smile before speaking in her voice.

Jade(Vivi): “Geez, this shirt is baggier on you than I thought… and your skin feels like it could use some moisturizer. …Just a simple day cream.”

Vivi(Jade) was too fixated by her new form to really listen to Jade speak from within her former body. Everything about the figure she saw as she looked down was different, and though their builds, weight, and breasts were all comparable to each other, that just forced her to fixate on the minutiae. The feeling of someone else’s fingers, the slightly different texture of Jade’s hair, and with the way the sweater and skirt tugged against her body. It was hard for her to not be aware of a dozen other subtle differences.

Vivi(Jade): “I… I had accepted this was real, but actually feeling this is—”

Before Vivi(Jade) could finish that sentence, she was distracted by the sound of metal chair legs scraping against concrete as Verde rose from her seat. Before she could ask why, she saw Verde running away, with Jade(Vivi) running behind her.

For a second, Vivi(Jade) gawked at this sight, wondering if she was just failing to understand something basic. Then she saw them head for a parked car 30 meters away and realized that… they were stealing her body.

Vivi(Jade): “…What the fuck, guys?!”

Vivi(Jade) tried to run after them, but wound up stumbling into the chairs. She was only 9 centimeters taller, but that was enough to screw with her sense of balance, and leave her helpless as the car zoomed away. She chased after it… but after ten seconds, she realized the futility of what she was trying to do. Running after a car, in a body she had been in for an actual minute.

So, with the sight of the silver minivan zooming away, Vivi(Jade) unzipped the purse that was around her shoulder, looked at Jade’s ID, and began walking to her house.

Vivi(Jade): “I’m sure this is just some twisted prank Verde felt like pulling. Oh well. There are plenty of worse bodies to be in than yours, Jade. Who knows, maybe I’ll find some way to have fun with this. And if not… just about anything’s better than trying to fight a god.”

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Part 3: The Robot Who Broke My Mama

Date: Sunday, June 7, 2015
Time: 12:40
Location: The Xing Residence

The truth… can be a bitter thing. It can be a painful thing. When confronted with it, there are many ways that someone may react. Some adapt, quickly accepting the new world laid out to them. Others land in denial, refusing to compromise their beliefs. A few simply require reason and explanations before they accept something new. And then there are those who aim to compromise with two disparate, incompatible things. But people like Natasha… react by opening up a cabinet, grabbing a lukewarm bottle of vodka, and downing a third of it in a single swig.

Urabe: “I’m not sure if I would define that as a mature or immature reaction.”

Natasha: “[Piss off! I won’t let a machine like you judge me and how I cope! …No, perhaps I shouldn’t be so harsh around someone like you. What, with you being a GOD and all.]“

Despite speaking in Ukrainian, Urabe’s built-in translator had zero difficulties understanding her words, and the same was true for Zoe, who looked at his mother with his best attempt at a blank expression. But even with his excellent poker face, you could tell it brought him no joy to see his mother in such a fraught state. He wanted to say anything, but experience told him to stay back and observe.

Natasha: “[God… As the world has grown, fewer and fewer people believe in things like you. Growing up, I was raised to acknowledge and respect the importance of God. I barely knew of the world beyond my family’s farm, but every night, I would pray to Him. Because I was told to. Because my mother, father, and brothers all did the same. I was told it was the normal thing to do, the most sacred of traditions, but as I left my farm and moved to Kharkiv, I realized that was all bullshit. I spent my days in a dingy office, and my nights in an apartment that, even in the heat of summer, always managed to be cold. My faith in God, in humanity, and in my homeland, all faded away during the decade I spent in that city.]“

Natasha paused to polish off the bottle in her hands, before planting it at the center of the kitchen table, still staring at Urabe.

Natasha: “[It has been decades since I had believed in any God, yet I blamed him for every ill in my life. For decaying my homeland and robbing it of its glory. For lying to me about the existence of a better life in a distant land. For giving me this body and face. For forcing me to struggle as I worked to lead a decent life. But most of all, for taking my husband away from me, and far too soon. In this world, full of despicable people, there is none who I despised more than God.]”

Every time she referred to ‘God,’ Natasha sneered at Urabe. In her explanation and memory recovery, she made it clear that there were two other ‘God Admins,’ Verde Dusk and Abigale Quinlan. But with Urabe sitting right before her, and a monotheistic worldview crammed down her throat since early childhood, Natasha viewed her as ‘the God.’

Natasha: “[For so much of my life, I have felt powerless, helpless. And now that I know there truly is someone, a tangible being, not a deluge of systems masquerading as an abstract fantasy, I find my fury rekindled.]“

Despite commenting on her ‘fury,’ Natasha looked sad and defeated. Her hazel eyes were at the brink of tears, she sank low into her chair, and as she brought a hand to her face, feeling her burgeoning wrinkles and short brown hair, she let out a deep sigh. She turned her head away from the woman before her, and instead looked at Zoe. He remained silent, stoic, yet he still turned his head as his eyes locked with Natasha’s.

Natasha: “[Zoe, I’m sorry for acting like this before you, but I lack the strength and conviction to deal with such revelations without the dulling effects of liquor.]“

Zoe: “[Mamà, it’s alright. This is a bitter pill to swallow, and you should do whatever you need to get it down.]“

Even when faced with something as grand as an honest to goodness deity at their kitchen table, Zoe kept his cool, as he always did. His strength only made Natasha feel weaker, but she refused to give up. Not when this God resided within her own home.

Natasha: “[You… Why would you subject me to such a life, only to appear before me like this? What did you gain from my loss and ache?]“

Urabe: “Natasha, your perspective here is very self-centered. Verde is the one who created this world, and I personally am one of her creations. However, just because she has the power to craft people, craft worlds, does not mean she deliberately designs every last detail. The world is not planned out, its people are not assigned a role, and there is not a divinely determined order. Of the billions of people on this world, Verde had no hand in crafting any of them. You were all serendipitous creations of a mere template, and every detail of your past was unauthored. Your problems lie not with God, but with the world.”

Natasha: “[…But what is the world if not a grand creation of God? Didn’t she design the template from which all was birthed?]”

Urabe: “Verde was not the beginning, she was not the one who birthed all of creation. She was once a human, living in a world not too dissimilar to this. …But a worse one in every conceivable facet. You do not know how good you have it. You look at the problems in this world, and do not think about which ill God has protected you from. You only think about how they could do more. If you are so inclined, I could produce a detailed list for you, but I doubt you would understand the true magnitude of these changes. Because, from your perspective, what was once reality, now seems fictional. And it is all thanks to Verde… and Abigale.”

Urabe paused to take a bite of the sandwich that remained on her plate from lunch, chewing it thoroughly as Natasha chewed on this new information 

Urabe: “While I know your life was rife with misfortune, know that Verde had it worse. At least you had a family who cared for you. Verde was abused, neglected, and lacked the ability to express her feelings, let alone voice her needs, to others. She managed to find a modicum of happiness, a life of isolation where she was able to fulfill herself… only for her to lose everything, including her life, at age 14. She was reborn in death, and only then was she able to express her feelings, voice her needs, and discover who she was.”

Natasha paused as she was given this new information… and let out a muted groan. She had learned that God was real… but they were not the Christian God she was raised to believe in. The God she directed such ire toward. And if the words or Urabe were to be believed, the world she had grown to view with such disdain… was an improvement over whatever came before. This was not the worst of all worlds, or even close to it.

Natasha: “[…This whole situation is fucked.]“

Zoe: “I agree, Mamà. Knowledge of a true God, especially a proactive one, is a terrifying thing. …But I would urge you not to fear Verde. She is not a bad person. Bad people do not hurt themselves when they hurt others. Bad people don’t reveal the truth to those they hurt, and grant them their deepest desire. She has her vices, and moments of what I can only consider deliberate insensitivity. But she is not a woman of malice. And the fact that she gave us all these devices, these VD 2.0s, for the sake of it… is an act of divine kindness. A gift that allows us to experience something that no one on this Earth has experienced. A tool that allows us to become so much more than just a person. A tool that allows us to become people. To become… pretty much anyone.”

Natasha: “Right. That Haruki girl did offer to give me her body for a day. …And it would be nice to be a young and pretty thing. To be something other than… this.”

Natasha gestured at her form, looking down at it with a visible level of scorn.

Urabe: “I could give you Haruki’s number right now and you could arrange something, but you should not limit yourself to just her. Like I said. With this device, you could become anyone. And while I will urge you to only swap with consenting parties, that is not a hard rule.”

Natasha: “I… I see. If I can become anyone, does that include you two?”

Zoe: “Y-Yes, Mamà. Of course I’ll lend you my body if you would like.”

Urabe: “Same here. You will not have access to my God Admin privileges, but you will get access to all the boons of being an android. And trust me when I say there are many.”

With that cue, Urabe then pulled a VD 2.0 from her purse and placed it in Natasha’s hands, smiling as she made this gift. She quickly made her way through the simple interface and selected the ‘Quick Swap’ command they explained to her during lunch. She began by pointing the pocket computer at her, causing a slight shiver to creep through her spine, before turning it back to the table. She pointed the device at Urabe, looking at her poofy black hair, bright blue eyes, flawless fair skin, slender figure, all dressed in a navy polo, every button undone, and a fashionable chino skirt. By every metric she was a beautiful woman, effortlessly capturing a visual appeal she had never managed, no matter how hard she tried.

Natasha just had to press a single button to make that hers. …Instead, she swung her arm and pressed the button without giving her a tenth of a second to reconsider. 

Following a moment of nothingness, Natasha found her senses reconstructed. But she was not seeing out of her eyes. That much was clear by the stout woman sitting before her, and by the navy edges that populated the corners of her vision. A vision filtered through a pane of glass. The swap had been a success. She was in the body of her son, her only child, Zoe Xing.

Even without standing or moving any part of her other than her head, she found herself in awe at just how different this body felt compared to her own. She was sitting up straighter and taller than ever before, granting her an unfamiliar view of her tiny kitchen which, somehow, looked even tinier from this vantage point. Just from the way her arms rested on the table, she could tell they were rousing with a strength and power she always considered well beyond her grasp. They were certainly a far cry from the weak, flabby arms she developed over the past decade. But… it was also more than that. 

She felt no fatigue, or even a facsimile of pain in her body. The act of breathing was simply easier than it had been in years. The hair resting on her head was thicker, and fuller than hers ever had been. Everything… simply, everything she felt… was better.

Natasha(Zoe) then began to examine herself more closely, bringing a hand to her arm, covered in a light olive dress shirt, and pulling the sleeve back to reveal a bicep. A smile crept on her face as she saw this… but before she could go any further, she was interrupted.

Zoe(Natasha): “Mamà, did you need to chug an entire bottle of vodka? My head feels like it’s about to explode…”

Pulled away by the sound of her own voice, Natasha(Zoe) looked forward and saw her son in her body. A body that she sneered at as it entered her vision. Zoe(Natasha) was bracing his head with both hands, elbows on the table, as he dealt with the ramifications of chugging a fifth of vodka.

Natasha(Zoe): “That’s right…”

Natasha(Zoe) flinched as she heard her son’s voice escape from her lips.

Natasha(Zoe): “It normally takes a few minutes before it hits me…”

A twinge of guilt struck her consciousness as she said that, but she held her tongue. 

Zoe(Natasha): “Well… this is not how I expected my first time drinking to go. For one… I expected to drink it myself.”

Though Zoe(Natasha) attempted to interjet an approximation of humor into this situation, he was only doing so to distract himself, as everything in this body felt… wrong. The alcohol coursing through this body left his vision blurred and hazy, like someone applied a filter to the entire world. He felt bloated and saggy as he sat in his chair, and as he attempted to move his arms, he was not only made aware of their lack of strength, but also their age. Skin had begun sagging along the forearm, and as he attempted to clench his fists, he felt the early stages of arthritis lingering in his bones. But even ignoring the aching head and numbing effects of the alcohol, Zoe was in awe at how… different this body felt compared to his own.

He sneered as his mother smirked, but quickly hid away his emotions as he braced the table to stand up, to which his mother did the same. Zoe(Natasha) had grown used to being a full foot shorter than usual during his week in Shiaka’s body, but as he looked up at his former visage… he did not feel reassured. While Shiaka always looked down at him with warmth, admiration, and sometimes lust, Natasha(Zoe) wore a different expression as she looked down at her original body. A look of sinister bliss.

She was in awe at her stature, at the ease of which she rose from a chair, and at the fact that she was looking down to see the body she had been contained within for the past 52 years. Her eyes trailed down from Zoe(Natasha) and to her current frame, where she gawked at the sight below. Her body was trim, everything was flat, and the floor of her kitchen was further away than ever before, to the point where she could barely even see the cracks. 

Natasha(Zoe): “This… this is real…”

Her hands trailed across her chest, feeling the hardened muscles through a thin buttoned shirt.

Natasha(Zoe): “I am young… I am a man… And I… I feel amazing!”

Her eager hands then took to the collar of her shirt, where she began using her larger fingers to pop out the buttons. But in her eagerness, she tore the shirt open, revealing her bare chest. A look of absolute elation painted her borrowed visage as she basked at this sight… only for her expression to fade.

Natasha(Zoe): “No. What… What am I doing? Zoe, I’m sorry, I just—”

Zoe(Natasha): “It’s fine, Mamà.”

Natasha(Zoe): “…What?”

Zoe(Natasha): “I easily can imagine why you would be thrilled to be in my body. Shiaka did a great job of highlighting all the finer features. And after being in your body for two minutes… No, forget I said that. It’s… hard to think with all this booze barraging my brain.”

Natasha(Zoe): “S-So, you are okay with me being in your body like this?”

Zoe(Natasha): “Mamà, I trust you completely. Go out and enjoy my body however you like. Run, swim, see what it is like to be a young man, and overall, enjoy yourself. Let me know if you won’t be back until late. …If you prefer, we can stay like this until morning. I would offer to go to work as you, but I know that would not end well for either of us.” 

As Zoe(Natasha) spoke, Natasha(Zoe) found it hard to look him in the eye. She had just thrust her son into her drunken body, stripped his form, and looked upon it with such want. He was her son, and she was moments away from doing things… she did not want to acknowledge. Zoe(Natasha) had every reason to be furious with her, to be disgusted by her display, but instead, he was looking up at her with a smile.

Natasha(Zoe): “I don’t know how I raised you to be such a kind and generous man… Thank you, Zoe.”

Natasha(Zoe) felt tears welling up in her eyes. She knew she would start crying if she waited a second more, so she bent down and hugged her son. Her newfound strength transformed her firm hug into a crushing embrace, and as she heard Zoe(Natasha) gasp for breath, her grip loosened into something far more reasonable.

They remained in that state, lingering in their emotions and the surreality of hugging oneself like this. However, this came to a close when Urabe finally chose to interject. 

Urabe: “The day is young, Zoe. I think you should change and get going.”

Natasha(Zoe) nodded, loosened her grip on her original body, and slowly walked out of the room, her bare footsteps booming as she made her way out of the kitchen and to ‘her’ room. This left Zoe(Natasha) standing by himself, using a chair to brace himself as he stood. Urabe looked at him from head to toe, sighed, and urged him to sit back down, which he did.

Urabe: “How are you holding up there?

Zoe(Natasha): “Everything feels off. I feel the weight of her age weighing down on my bones. The weight of decades of poorly managed stress and worry. The weight of the truth. And the weight of the vodka, sloshing around this body, ridding it of precious water to elicit a numbing lack of sensation. Just being in her body, I can feel the sorrow that filled her being, and now I intimately understand why she was so thrilled to become someone else.”

Urabe: “So, you’re saying that she’s below average?”

Zoe(Natasha) groaned at that snarky comment.

Zoe(Natasha): “I would consider ways I could make things better for her, but… thinking is hard when you’re drunk.”

As he clenched his head, Urabe stood up to grab him a fresh glass of water.

Urabe: “You just ate, so you should be fine on that front, but make sure you stay hydrated.”

Like the diligent man he was, Zoe(Natasha) drank half the glass in a single swig.

Zoe(Natasha): “Water usually tastes the same between bodies, but with her tongue, it has an almost metallic taste to it…”

As Zoe(Natasha) continued to drink, Natasha(Zoe) emerged from Zoe’s bedroom. She was dressed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, with a drawstring backpack across her broad shoulders. She walked past the kitchen, but deliberately chose not to look back. She slid on a pair of running shoes, grabbed the knob, and was greeted with the crisp breeze of an early June day.

She shut the door behind her without looking and kept walking, further and further, until she was a full block away from her home.

Natasha(Zoe): “…I could just run away. I could go anywhere in this massive country and make a new life for myself. That would leave Zoe with my body and life. With the help of Gods on his side, he would become himself again, somehow. Heh. If that was the case, then there would be two Zoe Xings in this world… and I would finally be rid of my body. I would get to spend the rest of my life as… this. Tall. Strong. Handsome. And with every marking of a leader. Of a man who can triumph in this world. All I have to do… is embrace it. Is commit to it.”

As Natasha(Zoe) spoke to herself like a burgeoning megalomaniac, she felt something ruffling in her shorts.

Natasha(Zoe): “Heh. It was one thing to get aroused after finding myself this new body, overwhelmed by his natural testosterone. But now, I’m getting hard just thinking about stealing this body. …I really am a vile person, aren’t I? …How in the FUCK did I raise such a good son?”

Laughter followed this revelation, and as she looked up at the cloudy sky above, she made a declaration.

Natasha(Zoe): “No. It does not matter how vile a person Natasha is. Because I am not her. I am not a woman. For the next eighteen hours… I am Zoe Xing. And I shall live my life… my way.”

From that declaration, Natasha(Zoe) dashed forward, running faster than she had in her entire life.

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Part 4: Rainy Woods Reminiscence

Date: Sunday, June 7, 2015
Time: 13:24
Location: Jade and Caroline’s House

After an especially productive Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning, Caroline had brought her house back to its former glory. Fixing up everything Maxxie and Terra screwed up. Well, everything that could be fixed. And giving the entire home a thorough cleaning. Floors to walls, every room, and in the end, you could practically see the kitchen tile sparkle.

As such, it was not too surprising to see her slumped on the couch, dressed in a simple T-Shirt and jeans, with an exhausted look on her face, nursing an iced tea with lemon. 

She was not alone however, as Abigale was sitting in an armchair next to her, also sipping an iced tea, the two in the middle of making small talk as they awaited their guest for the afternoon.

Abigale: “So, you’ve never even thought about going back to Rainy Woods?”

Caroline: “No, I really haven’t. It was a very small town, and when I said goodbye, I never meant for it to be final. But after 19 years, it sure feels that way. Part of me wanted to go back there just to visit my parents, but… I don’t think they actually want to see me. They were livid with me after I ran away and married Bryce. I tried writing to them, sending letters every few months, but they never wrote back. I tried calling in 1996, but after they heard my voice, they hung up. It’s been 15 years since I reached out to them, and never have they tried to contact me. Even though they have my address and home phone number.”

Abigale: “I’d say it amazes me just how heartless some parents could be, but at this point, it’s something I’m more than acquainted with.”

Caroline: “Oh, really? Do you… often encounter things like this?”

Abigale: “Let’s just say your parents are marvelous next to the two who raised Verde. …They no longer exist.”

Caroline: “I think it would be best if I don’t pry any further.”

Abigale: “You’d be correct.”

Caroline: “A-Anyway, my only real connection with Rainy Woods is through Raiyne Underwood. She was my best friend growing up. We spent pretty much every day together until, well… until I met Bryce. After that, I just… left her there, all alone. I was honestly worried she would hate me for doing that to her. I always stood up for her in our school, and we were each other’s only friend. But… I left her there, without even saying goodbye.”

Abigale: “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Caroline. You reconvened four years ago, picked up right where you left off, no hard feelings, and have been best friends ever since then. Do not fret about the past. Especially when you were just a teenager.”

Caroline: “Raiyne told me as much, but I still feel like I need to do something special for her.”

Abigale: “You were her friend and shielded her from racist asshats during her most formative years. Then she helped you in your time of need, freeing you from an abusive relationship. I would say you are both pretty even.”

Caroline: “Y-Yeah. And that’s before getting into the gifts I’ve given her.”

Abigale: “Gifts?”

Caroline: “Well, even after all the reforms the past two decades, teachers still don’t make a ton, and she helped me gain some independence from Bryce, so—”

Abigale: “You’ve been giving her the annual exclusion amount as a gift every year, haven’t you?”

Caroline: “That’s the amount that I don’t have to file a return for, right? My accountant suggested that, and I think it makes for a good birthday slash Christmas present.”

Abigale: “I’ll take it back. You two are more than even.”

Caroline: “W-Well, that may be the case, but I’m still glad I have someone like her in my life, and I’m sure she’ll have a lot to contribute to our little arrangement.”

Abigale: “…What does that mean?”

Caroline: “She’s the smartest person I know, reads a lot, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she seriously thought about something like this in detail.”

Abigale: “Heh. Am I supposed to take that personally?”

Caroline: “I… Oh. No, I didn’t mean it like that, but—”

Abigale: “Relax, I know what you mean…. And speaking of Raiyne, she should be arriving any—”

On cue, the doorbell rang, and Caroline nervously looked at Abigale.

Abigale: “Just invite her in. I’ll take it from there.”

Caroline: “If you say so…”

Caroline sprang up from her seat and answered the door, smiling as she saw Raiyne, dressed in a cobalt blue top with three-quarter length sleeves and a pair of black jeans.

Raiyne: “Hey Caroline. I was wondering when you were going to invite me over.”

Caroline: “Let’s just say Jade and I had a hectic week, and, after all is said and done, I have something special I want to show you.”

Raiyne: “Oh?”

Raiyne’s head went buzzing as she tried to imagine just what her wealthy friend could have in store for her. Rather than guess, she instead opened up the door, took off her shoes, and followed Caroline into the living room.

Raiyne: “I swear Caroline, you’re too generous with me and these pre—”

As she entered the living room, Raiyne was met with a familiar face. The crimson-eyed woman who dragged her into the grounds maintenance building on graduation day, wearing the same scarlet top and bearing the same cocky smile… sitting on a couch with all the menace and intimidation of the Lord of Apokolips.

Abigale: “I’m happy that you could make it, Sapphire. Please, take a seat. Is there anything Caroline and I could get for you? A beverage? A snack. All you must do is ask.”

Raiyne: “…You, how did you—”

Abigale: “All shall be explained, but please, do take a seat, make yourself at home.”

With her legs trembling beneath her pants, Raiyne did as Abigale requested, sitting on the sofa, retaining a comfortable distance from Abigale.

Abigale: “Now Caroline, if you would be so kind, give Raiyne her gift. I prefer to be more punctual with these sorts of things, rather than forcing one to stew in anticipation.”

With a nod, Caroline grabbed a small unlabeled cardboard box from an end table, handing it to Raiyne with a smile, before sitting between her and Abigale. Raiyne stared at the box, tilting it around in her hand, before taking the plunge and flipping it open, where her eyes went wide. For the box contained a VD 2.0.

Raiyne: “This is… Verde’s Doohickey. The VD. Just… bigger… and with more buttons.”

Abigale: “I see your memories of that other world have been restored.”

Raiyne: “I… remembered on Monday. And for as world shattering a discovery body swapping is, it’s easy to overlook when confronted with 15 years of alternate memories… Caroline, have you—”

Caroline: “Oh, I am more than familiar with all of this, Raiyne. I actually have my own VD 2.0.”

Raiyne: “…Wait, so not only was this thing upgraded, but… there are more of them?”

Abigale: “25 in total, though it’s not like we cannot produce more.”

Raiyne: “…What do you want with me?”

Caroline: “Oh, stop it with that tone. We’re not going to hurt you or anything, Raiyne.”

Abigale: “We would have arranged things on your terms, but you never bothered contacting me.”

Raiyne: “You told me to contact you in a week or two… and it’s only been six days. Besides, you scared the hell out of me that day! I was tempted to run away… but I figured you would just find me no matter where I went.”

Abigale: “A correct assumption. But as I said, I am not the Abigale Quinlan who did those things to you. Instead, I just want to invite you into our little group of twenty people, so we can experience something beyond the likes of anyone outside of our circle— the Swap Posse— has ever experienced. As a writer, an author, I trust you are at least a little tempted by the allure.”

Raiyne: “Right, I guess I did confess to Jade… or Jadigale, I suppose, that I drafted and trunked that YA novel.”

Caroline: “So, is that a yes?”

Raiyne: “…Abigale, I do not trust you.”

Abigale: “And I do not blame you, given the negative memories you have with my counterpart.”

Raiyne: “However, I know that if I don’t say yes to something like this, I would regret it.”

Abigale: “Plus, that would make for a pretty crappy story if you just went back to the ‘ordinary world.'”

Raiyne: “The refusal of the call is a good tool for storytelling, and part of a hero’s journey for a reason… but it only works if the hero actually completes their departure. So yes, I will… join the ‘Swap Posse,’ but what exactly does that entail?”

Caroline: “We’re still figuring that out, honestly, but it’s mostly using this little thing to make our fantasies… a reality. With the VD 2.0, you can become anyone, change your age, sex, race, and experience what it is like to not only be separated from your body, but live as someone else.”

Raiyne: “Hmm… Well, I cannot say I thought too much about the subject, but as a woman, of course I’m curious about what it would be like to be a man for a short while. And as a high school teacher, I occasionally wonder what it would be like to be a teenager again. But… this is more than that. A device like this allows one to experience and understand a greater spectrum of being. Someone who can be other people will fundamentally understand what it means to be human more than someone who hasn’t. And… as a writer, I feel obligated to experience something like this when the opportunity is, quite literally, resting within my hands. There is so much potential that… I am a bit at a loss as to where I should begin.”

Abigale: “Well, you could lose your virginity for one thing.”

That sentence was enough to send Raiyne tumbling from her seat and halfway onto the floor. She stared at Abigale as if she just casually admitted her greatest secret… because she just did.

Raiyne: “H-How did you know that? How do you know anything about my sex life?” 

Abigale: “Because I’m a God. Capital-G, because not only do I have immense strength and general power, I can also alter the confines of reality and do things… like this! Zxkuqyb Ivdvre Voyzrize Gvtizg!”

Upon uttering a mangled mesh of syllables and difficult to articulate mouth noises escaped Abigale’s lips, Raiyne’s body began to tingle, spasming before something appeared just 50 centimeters from her face. A semi-transparent floating rectangle, 15 centimeters in length.

This rectangle displayed an array of terms followed by a value represented by a string of numbers or characters. Sometimes a simple number or word, sometimes a color hex code, and sometimes what looked like complete gibberish. The user interface of this screen made it clear that one could scroll down to view more, but the first ‘screen’ contained the following information:

ScenarioName = “Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp”
ScenarioID = 256000101
FileID = Raiyne_Underwood.char
CharHash = 132007_01
UserType = “Character”
NameFirst = “Raiyne”
NameLast = “Underwood”
BodyBase = 747117156151
BodyAge = 34
BodyModifier = 3GTS49LGR4HG
BodyOccupant = “Self”
Gender = “Female”
Sex = “Female”
Species = “Homo Sapien”

Raiyne: “…What. The Hell. Is this?”

Abigale: “A variable viewer. Technically, anyone could activate this by saying that particular string of syllables, but pronunciation is incredibly difficult, and is so divorced from any spoken language that it has only happened unintentionally… three times. Ever.”

Once Abigale’s explanation came to an end, the variable viewer in front of Raiyne disappeared, leaving her baffled. She had just seen someone enter a console command… onto reality. …And the person she feared more than any other on this Earth… just revealed she was a motherfucking GOD!

Caroline: “Wait… how are you still a virgin?”

Raiyne: “…That’s the part you find beyond belief?”

Caroline: “Verde made it rain fish two months ago, so I’ve accepted the fact that Gods are real. But how did you never have sex? You’re plenty attractive, and I just sort of figured you hook up with someone while you were attending Loyola. I’m sure you were in class with some smart, handsome boys.”

Raiyne: “I… That’s true, there were some very attractive boys in my classes, but I refused to date while in college, and in high school? There wasn’t a man worth my time in the entirety of Rainy Woods. I wanted to focus on my career, avoid distractions, get started teaching and enriching the lives of others as quickly as possible. Then, before I knew it, I was 25, then I was 30, and now I’m turning 35 in just a few months.”

Caroline: “…Raiyne, have you even been on a date with someone?”

Raiyne: “No. At this point in my life, I feel that window has passed me by. You’re a year older than me, and you already have an 18-year-old daughter. At this point… I’ve accepted that I’ll be single for my entire life.”

Abigale: “Oh, and you haven’t had any recent revelations about that? Because while you might be a virgin in this world… that is not true for the other world, now is it?”

Raiyne: “W-What are you talking about?”

Abigale: “Did you not remember it? I suppose I can see how it would get lost in the shuffle. 15 years of memories is a lot to sift through. But surely your summer fling with Ara stuck out to you. After all, it was when you— or another version of you— lost their virginity.”

Raiyne: “…I did not forget about that, but… I was hoping you didn’t know about it?”

Abigale: “The divines know all, my precious Sapphire.”

Caroline: “Wait, is Ara a boy or—”

Abigale: “Ara was a girl. A co-worker of Raiyne’s during her military days. One who appreciated Raiyne’s body and, after a little coaxing—”

Raiyne: “We had sex…”

Caroline: “…I didn’t know you were a lesbian, Raiyne! …Oh gosh, I’m so sorry that I made that assumption. It’s just that when we were teens and talked about—”

Raiyne: “Look, I didn’t know until last week, and even then… I’m not sure what I actually like anymore. I thought I was straight, and just needed to find the right guy, then I just stopped bothering with that, and… mostly stuck to erotica. Which is—”

Abigale: “Queer-A-F. The literary world is a free-for-all for every and all kinks, and Raiyne has seen plenty over the years.”

Raiyne: “…You’re a cunt, you know that?”

Caroline: “R-Raiyne, please, it’s okay. I’m definitely not one to judge people for this—”

Raiyne: “Right, right. You were never a bigot and your daughter’s transgender, so—”

Caroline: “I’m also bisexual.”

Raiyne: “…Since when? Last I checked, you only ever had sex with Bryce—”

Caroline: “It happened last week. We decided to break in the VD 2.0s by having a week-long body swap session. I was in Babs’s body— Maxxie’s caretaker, and had a… threesome with Maxxie’s parents, Ken and Elly. …Except Ken and Elly switched bodies beforehand, and… the bottom line is that at one point I was … ‘eating pussy’ and getting penetrated at the same time. I’m not the most versed on the exact definitions, but… that seemed pretty bisexual to me.”

Abigale: “…When did you do that?”

Caroline: “It was past midnight, so technically Saturday—”

Raiyne: “Is this all some ploy to turn me into some perverted freak?”

Abigale: “Probably… but are you really in a position to say no? Besides, isn’t becoming sexually adventurous an acceptable compromise to experience something this grand?”

Raiyne: “…I already followed Alice down the rabbit hole, and swallowed one red pill, so I may as well down the whole bottle and wake up to see the truth.”

Abigale: “Heh. I was expecting a trite literary reference, but then you surprised me. And now that I have your verbal agreement, all nice and recorded—”

Abigale paused to lift her phone from a nearby table.

Abigale: “We should cut the chatter and begin swapping. So, whose body would you like to borrow? It can be anyone in our little circle, someone outside of it. But if you want to get started right away, both Caroline and I would be more than happy to lend our bodies, and I’m sure Jade would be willing to do just the same.”

Raiyne: “I’m sure I could find someone if I was given enough time, but for my first time…”

Raiyne then stared at Caroline, who looked back at her with a slight smile. She sighed as she lifted the VD 2.0, but, almost immediately, she paused.

Raiyne: “Wait, is this… a GameBoy or something? I didn’t think they had shoulder buttons like this, but—”

Abigale: “It is a game system in addition to a body swapper. A bit cumbersome, but it does make it look more mundane, and guarantees that it is truly impossible to be bored with this in your hands.”

Raiyne: “Next thing you’ll tell me that this thing can run Netflix.”

Abigale: “Hmm… I’ll consider it for a future revision.”

After shooting Abigale a dull stare, Raiyne took her hands to the VD 2.0 and began fiddling through its interface, before finding the Quick Swap option. Senses faded into nothingness, minds drifted between bodies, and after a second to reorientate themselves, Raiyne and Caroline were staring at their own bodies.

Raiyne(Caroline): “Wow, it really… did… work.”

As she spoke, Raiyne(Caroline) became aware of so many things in such a short period of time. The way her longer hair brushed against her nape and shoulders. The sounds of her thoughts vocalized in a lighter, softer cadence. And the sense of alienation felt from looking down at yourself and seeing the wrong skin color. Her brown complexion was now creamy, and her stark black hair was replaced with flaxen locks that practically shimmered as the light hit them at the right angle.

However, it was more than just cosmetic, as she immediately felt different just as she sat on the sofa. The fatigue of cleaning the house had remained within Caroline’s body. Beyond the fatigue though, she could tell that the modest muscle she accumulated through her exercise routine was no longer with her, her arms feeling light and noodly by comparison. And just as she looked at her original body, she could tell she was significantly shorter, having lost 14 centimeters in the switch.

Caroline(Raiyne): “Hey, are you doing alright, Raiyne? If this is a bit much for you, we can switch back.”

Raiyne(Caroline): “No, no, it’s just… There is a wide gulf between knowing body swapping is real and experiencing it yourself. I just became you, and even though we’re so similar in some ways, the differences are… staggering.”

After saying that, Raiyne(Caroline) began rubbing her hands across her arms, in a slight state of awe over how thin they were. The same was true for this body overall, with a waistline so trim and hip so flared that it had an honest to goodness hourglass shape. In fact, the only places where there was anything significant beyond skin and bones… was on the chest and rear. She patted her butt expecting it to be squishy, but it was surprisingly firm, and as her borrowed hands made their way to the chest, she was impressed by how perky they felt, even this many years after having a child.

Raiyne(Caroline)’s curiosity had the potential to grow, but by the time she had one hand on a boob and the other on an ass cheek, she realized that it looked like she was fondling her body. …And she pretty much was.

Abigale: “I see the woman is satisfied with her new skin. In that case, I’ll take my leave. The move is done, but Verde still needs help setting things up, and that girl just does not know the first thing about feng shui. Call me if you need me, but until next time, toodles.”

With that, Abigale stood up, and began making her way to the door. Raiyne(Caroline) still had a deluge of things she wanted to ask her, but before she could even utter a syllable, she felt an arm grab her shoulder.

Caroline(Raiyne): “You know, it’s funny seeing you so hesitant and unsure. You’re normally so on top of things that I forgot you could act like that.”

Raiyne(Caroline): “W-Well, I was removed from my comfort zone, my body, and seeing someone else move it around, speaking with my voice is… more than a little surreal.”

Caroline(Raiyne): “If things are ever too much for you, we can always swap back, you could try another body, maybe someone other than your best friend, but—”

Raiyne(Caroline): “No, no. I… I simply have a lot of thoughts that are flooding my head, and I feel the need to write them down… Which begs the question whether handwriting is unique to the body, a component of muscle memory, or if it is dictated by the mind.”

Caroline(Raiyne): “I’ll grab a fresh notebook from the basement if you want. You’re still a fan of composition notebooks, right?”

Raiyne(Caroline): “I’m a teacher Caroline. A notebook’s a notebook. So long as the paper is thick enough that the ink doesn’t bleed through the other side, anything is fine.”

Caroline(Raiyne): “What about wide ruled?”

Raiyne(Caroline): “Oh please, that was a personal hang up of mine eighteen years ago.”

Caroline(Raiyne): “Well, I think I have some college ruled notebooks lying around. And if you want to do any exploring in the meantime… legally, it is your house.”

It was only then that Raiyne(Caroline) comprehended how the legal system had virtually no systems or laws in place to account for a world where body swapping is possible, let alone a regular occurrence. If she wanted to, she could technically swap bodies with one of the few billionaires, and take legal claim of all their property. …But such exploits seemed like something that would not be approved by Verde Dusk or Abigale Quinlan. Self-proclaimed Gods whose full power was… best left ambiguous.

Caroline(Raiyne): “Oh, and if you’re comfortable with it, you might want to take a shower. I got pretty sweaty this morning.”

Before Raiyne(Caroline) could process what she was just told, she saw her original body jog from the living room to the basement, leaving her alone. She placed her face in her borrowed hands, and took a deep breath. …Which also meant she smelled how much her current body needed a shower. It was not horrible, but it was stinky.

Raiyne(Caroline): “Damn it all! This had to have been planned in advance. I could always resist, but…”

‘Those who defy Gods and the plans they set into motion are swiftly punished for their insolence.’

She rolled her eyes as she recalled a line she wrote for her trunked novel, before finally lifting her exhausted body from the couch, and coming to terms with how much smaller, and lighter, she was. Everything was bigger relative to her. As she walked, she could feel the 9 kilograms she was missing. But she could also feel the extra volume of her breasts and rear with each step. It did not feel wrong as much as it felt different. And as these differences accumulated, her curiosity grew. 

As she walked up the stairs to the second floor, she looked down at her body, at the cleavage framed by the collar of her shirt. She let out an audible sigh as she shut her eyes and looked away.

Raiyne(Caroline): “What the hell have I gotten myself into?” 

???: “Good question, Miss Underwood. I have some more colorful language in mind, but around you, I’ll just call it ‘a fine mess.'”

Raiyne(Caroline) looked up at the top of the stairs and saw Jade— or at least her body, leaning against a wall and looking at her with a serious expression. The look on her face and tone of her voice was enough for Raiyne to identify who this person truly was… which only raised further questions.

Raiyne(Caroline): “You’re not Jade, are you? You sound like… Vivi?”

Vivi(Jade): “Huh. They always said I left an impression on teachers, but I never expected you to clock me that quickly. Yes, it’s Vivi in here. Jade stole my body, left me in hers. I have no clue why, but I’m sure they’ll give it back… sooner or later. I could always get it back with this little thing. …But the minutiae of being someone else is a bit more interesting than anything I had planned for today.”

Vivi(Jade) then revealed she was in possession of her own VD 2.0. It would have been impressive, if not for the fact that everybody seemed to have one.

Raiyne(Caroline): “They stole your body?”

Vivi(Jade): “I’m pretty sure Verde put her up to it. She’s easily the most eccentric woman I’ve ever met. Even more than Maxxie.”

Raiyne(Caroline): “Really? She did not seem that bizarre in my memories.”

Vivi(Jade): “Anyway, how’s it feel being in your best friend’s body?”

Raiyne(Caroline): “I wish I could offer a succinct response, but we swapped no more than five minutes ago, so the best I could do is say it’s all… overwhelming. There is so much to uncover and learn here and I will need time to figure out… where to even begin.”

Vivi(Jade): “So, same as me, eh? …You know, teach, if we’re going to do this for… a good while, how do you feel about making this more of a proper project?”

Raiyne(Caroline): “What kind of project?”

Vivi(Jade): “You’re the teacher, isn’t it your job to come up with projects for your students? 

Raiyne(Caroline) shot Vivi(Jade) a dull look of disapproval, and Vivi(Jade) shrugged in response. It was a… typical interaction for them.

Vivi(Jade): “I heard you were planning on just jotting things down in a notebook, but how do you feel about doing something more analytical, substantial, and collaborative?”

Raiyne(Caroline): “…Maybe? I would probably wind up doing one regardless, and while you weren’t the best at following directions, you were one of the best writers in your class.”

Vivi(Jade): “Should you really be telling your students things like that?”

Raiyne(Caroline): “You’re no longer my student, and… actually, at the moment, I’m your mother. …We can discuss this later, but right now, I’m still coming to terms with who I am.”

Ending the conversation, Raiyne(Caroline) walked down the hall, quickly finding Caroline’s bedroom, and shutting the door with an audible click.

Vivi(Jade): “She says before gawking at the naked body of her childhood friend. As wise as the sea, as subtle as a rainstorm…”

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Part 5: A Precious Gem For Extra Flare

Date: Sunday, June 7, 2015
Time: 14:02
Location: The Flare Residence

Maxxie: “…And that about covers everything!”

As Maxxie made that declaration, she cast her eyes across the dining room table and to Gem. A tall Hispanic young man with a light brown complexion, curly black hair that billowed down to his chin, and dark brown eyes. Though his body had more than a decent amount of muscle, it was hidden behind a cuddly layer of fat that itself was obscured by a salmon colored polo shirt and a pair of khakis. He sat with his hands together, looking at Maxxie with rapt attention, and as she confirmed this explanation was done, he let out a hardy nod.

Gem: “I’m not sure if I fully comprehend the ramifications of everything you discussed… but I suppose I don’t truly need to.”

Maxxie: “Yeah, that’s a problem for Verde and the gang! …So, I figured you probably guessed why I invited you over here, and why I told you to bring your swimsuit.”

Gem: “Because you would like to exchange bodies with me?”

Maxxie: “When you use the word ‘exchange’ it sounds like it’s permanent, like saying we’re trading or something. Which… If I had to be a guy, being you wouldn’t be bad, not at all. You’re handsome in the cute kinda way, have great hair, and are BIG in three ways… and all of them are great!”

Gem: “Oh, have you seen my penis? Or did someone inform you about its length?”

Maxxie: “…Oh, now I’m really excited. So, whaddya say Gem, you wanna get swapping?”

Gem: “Ha! Why, of course, Maxxie! I am quite comfortable in my form, but I have always been curious what it would be like to be a beautiful woman like you. I believe most men are.”

Maxxie: “D’aw, flattery will get you everywhere. Especially into my pants!”

Gem: “But if we are going to switch bodies, then shouldn’t we let your family in on the merriment? As the expression goes, the more the merrier!”

Maxxie: “…Yeah, we defo made the right call bringing you into our little forest of friendship. Not many people would suggest something like that for their first swapping experience! Feel free to swap ’em about, I’m sure they’re down for whatever, but first…”

Maxxie then walked over to the box of VD 2.0s, grabbed one, and placed it in Gem’s hand.

Maxxie: “Would you care to do the honors, Mister Stone?”

Gem: “Sure thing! …Please grant me a minute to figure this out though.”

Maxxie: “Right, it’s a helluva lot more robust, but not quite as simple as the OG VD. First you need to…”

Maxxie walked Gem through the inner workings of the swap function, from scheduling a swap to setting a duration, before eventually having him initiate a Quick Swap.

Gem(Maxxie) found himself looking up at his original form, only to swiftly cast his eyes downward. He started with his hands, brushing them together and taking in the darker color, wiggling them about and stretching them as he realized he had the fingers of an artist. His mind briefly scurried with thoughts about making something even half as visually captivating as Maxxie could, before looking past the arms and at the body itself. 

He was dressed in a simple purple tank top and a dark skirt. The tank top emphasized how narrow his shoulders were when compared to the thin strap, and offered him a generous view of his newfound cleavage. They were not huge, but there was no doubt about it. The boy had himself a set of boobs, and they were still nice to look at from this angle. 

The top’s snug form-fitting nature also made Gem(Maxxie) acutely aware of how his weight was distributed. He could tell he lost more than a bit of muscle, and while the fat seemed comparable, its distribution was far different. Instead of having a gut and a layer of fat over his arms, he had curves that he could feel just by standing… though that did not stop him from exploring. He eagerly brought his hands down to his hips, rubbing and squeezing them as he stared down in awe, but once his hands reached his ass, he could not help but jump a little.

As for Maxxie(Gem), she smiled as she looked down at Gem in her body, and as he was busy looking at his new hands, she was starting her ‘top-down inspection.’

She began with her head, brushing her thicker and longer fingers through her new mound of curly hair, swirling it around before reaching her face, where she quickly felt a day’s worth of facial hair lingering on her face. It was bristly and patchy, but she could not help but rub it about, entranced by the texture and feeling.

Looking down, Maxxie(Gem) could not help but compare the body of the last man whose body she resided in, Zoe’s. She was only a little shorter than Zoe, but about five kilograms heavier, and with less hardened muscle. The healthy layer of fat filled her with a sense of warmth that she had yet to experience in anyone else’s body, and as she flexed an arm, she could both feel and see the strength coursing through this form.

Looking down at the mostly flat chest before her, she felt her eagerness resurface anew, as she could feel what lurked beneath these clothes, yet was desperate to inspect them with her own eyes. She turned to face Gem(Maxxie)… who was currently in the middle of feeling up his boobs.

Gem(Maxxie): “Heh. These things really are a lot of fun.”

Maxxie(Gem): “Yeah, dude. Tits are the bomb. Glad you enjoy mine. But if you want to do more than cop a couple feels, that’s good in my book.”

Gem(Maxxie): “Oh, that’s right, Maxxisaurus! We should outline some guidelines for what we are and are not permitted to do within our current bodies. I personally am fine with you using my body as you please, without inflicting any harm onto it or leaving the premises without my agreement. That of course means you are free to masturbate with my body. It is a most enjoyable experience. Accordingly, would you offer me the same—”

Maxxie(Gem): “Frankly my dear, I’d be insulted if you didn’t work my shit like a butter churn. Vibrator’s right under my pillow, first room on the left. Have fun with my body. See ya later!”

True to her word, Maxxie(Gem) immediately began running as fast as her chunky body would take her. She walked up the stairs two steps at a time, dashed into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut so hard that it probably damaged the door frame. 

With a click of the knob, Maxxie(Gem) began exploring her new form by tossing her clothes off… but in her haste, she only wound up delaying the process. Gem buttoned his polo up all the way, forcing Maxxie to undo it so she could ram her melon-sized head through. And when she yanked down her pants, she was met with a belt.

Maxxie(Gem): “What the— You don’t actually need a belt if you buy pants that fit, ya dorkus! As a society, we are waaaaay past that crap. Well, unless you’re a businessman who thinks human fashion peaked in the 50s. …Like Zoe!”

After unwanted frustration, Maxxie(Gem) managed to strip her new body down to its birthday suit, and as she peered down, she was met with the one thing she had been waiting half a year to see again. 

A penis. 7 inches. Fully erect. Pointing up at her, as if to say howdy.

Her mind immediately went back to her time masturbating back in November, and how much she desperately wanted to wrap her hands on Zoe’s 8 inches, but… this was more than sufficient. Now all she needed was some material… and it was quite literally staring back at her. 

As she looked into a mirror, she saw Gem Stone, absolutely naked, a smirk on his face, and a hand wrapped around his dick. Hell, her body was so tall that the sink was lower than her dick. She could piss and cum all over it, no problem. Meaning she did not even need to think about how she was going to masturbate.

Just the thought of a handsome boy and seeing him in his rawest form, was a titillating enough image, albeit a bit vanilla for an adventure-loving girl like Maxxie. However, the fact she was that boy, controlling his face, and his mouth… made things plenty interesting.

Maxxie(Gem): “It appears you enjoy my body, Maxxie. Perhaps even more than I. Now, please do not act timid. Go on and indulge yourself! Experience the cardinal and purest pleasure of being… a man.”

With an atmosphere established by mimicking Gem’s eccentric mannerisms, Maxxie began to work her dick. It was a simple enough gesture— grip and shake. Caress the penis with a set of large girthy hands, placing some, but not too much, pressure upon it, while sending your fingers out to feel the tenderest tidbits at the top and bottom of the shaft. It was a good time… but she also felt it was a touch too simple for a seasoned masturbator like herself.

As she had taught Jade two nights ago, every body had their own special spots, and as she looked at the tall, thick man in the mirror, she could not help but grow curious as to what made this body tick. So, with one hand still wrapped around the penis, and shaking it up and down in an overhand grip, Maxxie(Gem) took her free hand and began to rub it across her plump chest. She churned the fat beneath her skin as she followed the guidance of her nerves. It felt good in the same way a massage did, perhaps even better, but she could feel she was onto something. 

That there was some quirk, some bodily kink, that would allow this body to achieve a higher state of pleasure. She stared deep into the mirror, looking at the face of a man with features soft enough to be welcoming, yet undoubtedly masculine. She was this man in the mirror, and as she profiled him, she brought her hands to her back. 

She began by vigorously rubbing the skin covering the spine, titillating the nerves and going in hard enough for her hand to push against bone. It felt great, but it was only as she curled her hand, brushing her short nails against the skin, that she found it. One of this body’s special spots. Or rather, special kinks.

Maxxie(Gem): “Fuckin’ back scratches! …Of course! It all makes sense now!“

With one hand free, Maxxie(Gem) reached her hand around, narrowly avoiding her shoulders, and began to claw away at her back. Tussling up dry skin, brushing up against hairs, scraping against mild blemishes, and causing her face to contort with each successful pass. Moans soon followed, though, with her deeper voice and a more guttural tone, it would be more appropriate to call them grunts. Grunts of pleasure.

With the ‘special spot’ found and her fingers gripping her rock hard cock, it only took a few dozen vigorous thrusts before Maxxie(Gem) was given what she desired, and her body rewarded it for this tribute. Semen shot out from her penis like a cannon, leaping over the small gap between her body and the sink, before painting the dark granite skin in the distinct color of spooge white.

Maxxie(Gem) grabbed the sink as her climax reached its conclusion and stared at the mirror, at her satisfied face.

Maxxie(Gem): “Heh. Doing it as Jade was sure something, but there’s just something about cumming as a man. It’s simply intoxicating. In fact… I don’t think there’s any harm in going for a round two. I’m sure that Gem’s floating in the world of girl orgasms at this point…”

Though she was too busy working her meat to confirm this, Maxxie(Gem)’s assumption proved accurate as Gem(Maxxie) walked out of Maxxie’s bedroom. His face was almost radiant with satisfaction after taking his maiden voyage into ‘the world of girl orgasms,’ and Babs, passing by as she distributed laundry across the bedrooms, could not help but notice.

Babs: “So, I take it you’re liking Maxxie’s body, huh Gem?”

Gem(Maxxie): “Oh, fully and utterly, Barbara!”

Babs: “Please, just call me Babs. So, what do you two have planned for the day?”

Gem(Maxxie): “Well, while switching bodies with a gorgeous girl like Maxxie is indeed a most invigorating experience on a multitude of levels, it seems selfish to hog the fun between just the two of us in a house with such a large roster, all with their own body swapping apparatus.”

Babs: “…Ah. Well, we just spent the past week in the body of someone else, and wanted to take a day to calm down, get back to normal. …But I guess it has been a day at this point, and this thing has been burning a hole in my pocket, so… screw it. Lemme call everyone for a meeting.”

Babs dropped her empty laundry basket and yoinked out her phone from between her boobs, where she casually sent a message. A moment later, Gem(Maxxie) felt the phone in his skirt pocket vibrate. He took a moment to feel around for it before unlocking the screen with a tap of his finger and seeing Babs’s message. 

‘Family meeting time. We’re gonna swap bodies… AGAIN!’

After a few minutes of shuffling about, Gem(Maxxie), Terra, Babs, Ken, and Elly were all gathered in attendance.

Elly: “You know, Ken and I really shouldn’t be doing these sorts of things when we have so much to do for work, but—”

Ken: “This was an inevitability.”

Elly: “So, if no one else has any ideas, how about I get things started. Nene, how do you feel about swapping with me?”

As her mother made such a comment with such a casual tone, Terra nearly jumped in her seat.

Terra: “W-What? I mean, I guess it was inevitable, but I’m not sure about being in your body when it comes time to… be naked and everything or—”

Elly: “Terra, I took a bath with you four years ago. I know you saw everything then and things, fortunately, haven’t changed much since then.”

Terra: “I know, but you’re my mom and—”

Elly: “I gave birth to you. Do I even need to mention that, for the first two years of your life, you saw more of my breasts than your father?”

With no argument greater than ‘it seemed weird’ Terra took a sigh of resignation.

Terra: “I… I guess it will be neat seeing what it’s like to be you, or just being in your body. I thought being Caroline was like a preview, but—”

Elly: “You’re the spitting image of me when I was your age, Nene. Keep it up and you’ll look, and feel, just like me when you get to your forties.”

With one of the swaps arranged, Babs and Ken looked at each other and shared a nod, seemingly in agreement with no hesitation…before being interjected by Gem(Maxxie).

Gem(Maxxie): “If possible, could I be in Babs’s body?”

Babs: “…Wait, what? You know, you can just stay in Maxie’s body, right?’

Gem(Maxxie): “Yes, I do comprehend that is permissible. However, I find your form to be incredibly attractive, and the idea of embodying your mature curvaceous vessel is currently more enticing to me than remaining in Maxxisaurus’s body. It reminds me of the women in the Latin American erotic films I watch with my parents on most weekends.”

Babs: “…Are you saying I look like a porn star?”

Gem(Maxxie): “I would need to see your naked form to judge that, but you most certainly have the physique to be one.”

Ken: “Ha! For a kid, you’ve got some real balls, I’ll give you that much.”

Gem(Maxxie): “Thank you, Mister Flare. I am often told that I am quite proficient at stating my mind and expressing my opinions. But it is especially reassuring to hear that from an accomplished man I just met.”

Babs: “…Am I okay with my body getting manhandled by an 18-year-old kid who just said I look like the women he sees when watching porn with his parents? …Sure, why the hell not? I’m cool with you being in my body… if I can be Ken. Meaning that you’re—”

Before Babs could finish explaining the situation to her employer, he was looking on at Maxxie’s body, stroking his beard as he smiled.

Ken: “Oh, that will be just splendid, Babs. So, are we all in agreement?”

Not wanting to wait for anyone else, Ken pulled out his VD 2.0 from his shorts and began working his fingers, arranging their swaps before triumphantly planting his thumb on the start button. 

With that, Gem(Babs), Babs(Ken), Ken(Maxxie), Terra(Elly), and Elly(Terra) all looked down at their new bodies, before looking across the room, waiting for someone to speak up. After five seconds, Babs(Ken) took the initiative.

Babs(Ken): “For the next order of business, I say we strip, put on our swimsuits, and hit the pool. …And just for shits and giggles, try to maintain kayfabe, and act how you look. It’d be a good opportunity to screw with Gem.”

Terra(Elly): “Oh goodness, being Mom is one thing, but acting like her is—”

Elly(Terra): “It’s your day off, just take it easy and do what I do. Lounge around and enjoy a book. You seemed awfully adept at it on Friday.”

Ken(Maxxie): “Yeah, about that, how many freaking pool parties are we gonna have this summer?”

Gem(Babs): “Summer only comes once a year, Maxxie. With weather this nice, it’d be a waste to not be outside. But if you wanna go someplace else, we can do that… but the pool’s right here.”

Babs(Ken) was surprised by that comment. Not because Gem(Babs) failed to impersonate her on an adequate level, but because of how quickly he changed his vernacular. She had noticed his unusual manner of speech, and assumed that it was just how he talked. But from what she was seeing, he was also capable of switching over to a different lexicon. Perhaps it was due to the language gaining abilities of the VD 2.0, or perhaps there was more to Gem than she initially assumed. Either way, it really didn’t matter.

Babs(Ken): “That, and if you’re never more aware of how different your new body is than when you’re floating in water. Having every inch of your skin stimulated, feeling more weight behind every action, it truly is an experience.”

Terra(Elly): “Huh. I guess I never thought about it that way, but… that does make a lot of sense.”

Gem(Babs): “It does, and for as much as I’d love to join you guys, I have some… personal matters to attend to. Keep the pool warm for me.”

Standing up and before he even finished that line, Gem(Babs) moseyed out of the sitting room, jutting his newfound hips in an exaggerated manner as he settled into the girth of his rear. They couldn’t see his face beyond his curly dark hair, but it didn’t take much to imagine his expression.

Soon enough, Gem(Babs) slid through the door to Babs’s room and locked it behind him. He took a deep breath with his new lungs, and exhaled in a satisfied gasp, causing his breasts to bob in a slight yet meaningful motion. The room was simple, clean, yet also… not. Right in the open, on a shelf, he found a vibrator practically screaming at him to get started. So, with ample vigor, he did.

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Part 6: Gem Gets His Rocks Off

Date: Sunday, June 7, 2015
Time: 14:38
Location: The Flare Residence

Since my adolescent introduction to the world of the erotic, I had always possessed a piqued curiosity pertaining to the sexual experiences of women. As a youngin, the differences between boys and girls were mild, but as the human body develops, the bone structure, fat distribution, and myriad other matters manifest themselves in a multitude of manners. While I had a firm comfort with my form and being, the possibility of becoming someone else was a grand fantasy. Smaller, thinner, or possessing a different sex. 

My most common object of desire was manifested when I watched the first erotic film alongside my mother and father, as the lead actress positively oozed each and every manner of sexual appeal. Her curvaceous form, plump breasts and posterior, voluminous hair, and confidence in her form was dazzling to me, and at that moment, I fell in love. I projected my sense of self onto the handsome man she laid with, yes, but the perspective shifted over the years, adding an additional and new flavor to the experience. For so long, this was relegated to a mere fantasy, one that could only be fulfilled in my mind. Yet as I looked down at the sports bra covering my caramel-colored chest, I realized that is no longer true.

Merely reciting these thoughts was enough to prime this body for what I had planned, and from this alone, I was most definitely dazzled. Whereas my penis previously grew hard, imploring me for attention, the erection was instead upon my ample areolas. With my nipples growing stiff and hard as they brushed against the fabric containing them. Thinking in consideration of the thickness of the bra and the small size of these nipples, I posed an internal inquiry if it would be productive to use the bra to elicit sexual pleasure. Similar to how one wraps a sock around a penis to simulate the tightness and pressure of an orifice. A technique that is most often misconstrued to stick the penis within the confines of the sock, which is suboptimal for sexual satisfaction.

Before I could formulate an answer however, my attention was drawn to my lower regions, where I took note of an accumulation of moisture along my inner thighs. Moisture that was seeping through the practical yet plain underwear I was currently wearing.

After having enjoyed the erotic offerings of Maxxie’s form a mere 15 minutes prior, I should have been content. Yet, seeing and controlling the form of a woman so comparable to my erotic fantasies made the experience vastly more exciting. As a matter of fact, this experience was one of such importance that I felt I had to make it special, unique, and meaningful. It necessitates a format of role play or acting, as I was in possession of the guise of an erotic actress to be.

Gem(Babs): “[In that case… I’ll be Barbara.]“

‘Barbara’: “[And you, Gem, will be my passenger as I take you on a tour of the many pleasures this body of mine has to offer.]“

This body already carried a sensual voice, but hearing it in Spanish, with my best approximation of a husky, perhaps sultry, tone, was enough to shiver my spine. Now all I had to do was maintain this persona whilst billowing toward a climax.

‘Barbara’: “[Let’s start by tossing these aside. You’ve already made them dirty.]” 

With a flick of my slender yet strengthened digits, I tugged off my panty brief and stared down at the supple flesh that lingered underneath. The wealthily mocha brown skin was dripping with precum, granting it the ability to glisten as the light shined down upon it. I craved little more but to explore it for myself, but ‘Barbara’ restricted my movements and instead nudged my eyes down to my chest. 

I witnessed my hands gripping onto the lower hem of the sports bra, tugging it upward and inviting a gust of ambient wind onto the underside of my bosom. It was comparable to the sensation experienced after taking off an undershirt on a hot summer day, right before the breeze began. Yet, the shape combined with the tenderness of my mounds’ tips made this sensation feel both fresh and even more refreshing. ‘Barbara’ took note of this, snickered, and proceeded to satiate my desires, drawing my arms through the bra, removing it from my chest… only to pause.

She left the sweaty bra covering my face, blinding me and filling my nostrils with an enticing feminine musk. It was not too intense, yet carried with it the distinct aroma that women excreted after physical activities. A subtler scent that lacked the pungent, sour aroma I was so accustomed to producing, and one that had fascinated me. On many an occasion I had sniffed such things, enjoying the sweetness it carried. And with such a prime example before me, I could not restrain my tongue, or prevent it from sticking itself into the bra, licking, and then suckling it for myself. Upon engaging in such an act, lathering my tongue with whatever drips I could extract, I felt my body twitch and fidget.

‘Barbara’: “[You liked that, didn’t you dearie? Such a pervert. If you love my sweat so much, you’ll be dazzled by how good my other juices taste. But first, you must experience what I do. Immerse yourself in Barbara.]”

She then removed the bra from my face, enabling me with the sight of her undisrupted naked form. The way she wiggled her stubby toes, the sight of her lengthy legs, starting slim before flaring into hips of such prolonged width that I pondered how pants could ever fit them so snuggly. The sopping display of her moistened vulva, opened just enough to offer a glimpse at the pinkish flesh beneath. And a waist rendered unseeable past the mountainous mocha mounds that dominated the visual.

The skin of these breasts crusted into perky little peaks. Where the brightness decreased by 15% and saturation decreased by 10%, turning the soft brown dark. Aesthetically, it was a queer detail, yet even as they stood tall and still, they resonated with importance. For they contained a cluster of nerves. An artifact that offered me little benefit in my old body, but here would serve as an invaluable aid in the artform of masturbation.

‘Barbara’: “[I can sense your eagerness, and for viewing my body with such righteous lust, you shall be rewarded.]”

Her reward entailed bringing her hands to her breasts, her fingers spread across their surface, whilst leaving her areolas untouched. I could sense the adjacent nerves flickering with positive sensations as the fingers rested there, but they neither grew nor billowed, leaving me lingering at this edge… before relenting. With the deftness of a fox, snake, and a bird, all congealed into a singular being of exponential prowess, she planted her digits upon her nipples. Bracing them with an optimally chosen level of pressure in a punctual pinch. I wanted to scream with delight, but Barbara would not allow me. She permitted only a coo to escape from her lips.

‘Barbara’: “[You truly are a teddy bear, aren’t you my precious little Gem? I have not even shown you my greatest gift, and you are still in such a state. How about this? I will grant you the use of my left hand, and you can go all out. As for righty, she’ll keep going.]“

As her words left her mouth, Barbara did as she said, relinquishing power over her left hand, enabling me to move once more. Though I was tempted to mirror her right, her loins were in the midst of dampening the sheets. Verily, I reached down to them, bracing my fingers past the positively juicy labia and into what laid within.

My burning sexual drive urged me to move deftly, and for my impatience, I was granted a reward most powerful. There was no need for further foreplay, neither a need to rub or clench deeper. The second two intermediary phalanges slid within the loins, I was granted the climax I had been building up to. It was oxymoronically an anti-climax, but the grandest thing about the female form was the ease of which it recovered, allowing me to go in for a second round. 

…This time, fortunately, bringing Babs’s phallic friend to help me delve even deeper into this dungeon of delight.

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Part 7: ‘Barbara’ and ‘Ken’ Heat It Up

Date: Sunday, June 7, 2015
Time: 17:22
Location: The Flare Residence

Following a productive time with ‘Barbara’, Gem(Babs) was chilling in the pool, leaning against the edge, slowly kicking the water as he sipped from a can of sparkling water. He would be doing something more active, but after getting a bit too immersed into his fantasy, it was tricky to walk, let alone swim, so instead he was treading water. Chilling and looking at the Flare family as they enjoyed the pool and their temporary bodies. 

Terra(Elly) was true to her word and currently in the midst of reading a book as she laid back in a pool lounger, once again managing to look like an epitome of grace despite being in a different body. Though, from her often furrowed brow, it looked as if she was getting a little too enamored into whatever she was reading.

Babs(Ken) was along the other side of the pool, doing laps as she worked her new body. It was hard to glimpse much from this distance, but from the speed and vigor of her motions, along with the occasional glimpses of her face, it was obvious she was enjoying this. Perhaps it was the thrill of being able to swim with a different form, one lacking the flared hips and breasts that Gem(Babs) currently wore. Perhaps it was just the power fantasy of being able to control her boss. Or perhaps it was one of the pleasures of embodying a man.

As for the ‘kids’— meaning Maxxie(Gem), Elly(Terra), and Ken(Maxxie)— they were making the most of their youthful vigor as they played in the center of the pool. Every time Gem(Babs) glanced back at them, they were engaged in another manner of game. Throwing around balls, battling with pool noodles, or having an impromptu cannonball contest. The latter of which was a complete non-contest, as Maxxie(Gem) had every advantage in the book.

While Gem(Babs) would be lying if he said he didn’t want to play with those kids, there was a certain allure to being in this position. Building off of his fantasy from earlier, he truly did feel like an erotic actress chilling after a session. Well, aside from the fact he opted for a non-alcoholic beverage.

As he finished off his sparkling water, and before deliberating if he should grab a beer or some such thing, he felt a girthy arm wrap around his shoulders. Turning his head, Gem(Babs) saw Babs(Ken), her face a mere four inches away from his.

Babs(Ken): “Just from the look on your face, I can tell you enjoyed the shit outta my body.

Gem(Babs): “Is there any reason to hide it? Can’t a beautiful woman enjoy what her parents gave her?”

Babs(Ken): “There’s no reason to hide it, but could you tell me what you like about it so much? Let’s just say I’m curious.”

Gem(Babs): “Well, there are a lot of things. I adore the sensation of my hair billowing down my shoulders and down to my back. It is a length that I always desired, but I was under the impression I could not make it look sufficiently attractive, as my hair persistently became curly and untamable as it grew longer. As you can observe before you, I am a non-stranger to having breasts, but instead of being little useless flaps, they have been upgraded. To something of a higher aesthetic appeal, and a greater function. And being so much shorter and more limber, it feels as if I have discarded my winter coat, and shifted into something spry and fit for the summer. For despite being so curvy, this form is not lacking in muscle.”

Babs(Ken): “Here’s hoping it stays that way. I had a workout routine, but if I keep letting people into my body, then who knows where I’ll be in two, three months. …Beyond that, how do you feel about all this? Not personally, but generally?”

After being presented with such a question, Gem(Babs) looked on at the sight before him. The sight of a 42-year-old woman in the body of her 11-year-old daughter. A 51-year-old father in the body of her 18-year-old daughter. And the body of an 18-year-old girl in the body of a boy her age, his body.

Gem(Babs): “This device has the power to change something pure and fundamental of the human experience. With the power of the VD 2.0, concepts like age, gender, and maturity are all cast into flux. And one’s state of being is transformed from something rigid and only adjustable to something as fluid as the water we’re emerged in. It is impossible for an intelligent individual to ignore the adverse ramifications of this. However, I consider my nature to be that of a dreamer. And I view this as something that could begin a bright, bold, and brilliant new era for humankind. A world where the self and the body are separate.”

Babs(Ken): “Heh. I wasn’t sure if you were the weird or the philosophical type. After that… I’m pretty sure the answer’s both.”

Gem(Babs): “I haven’t the stomach for classical philosophy— I view the terminology to be often obscure or opaque in a way less compatible with the modern means of information digestion. However, I do appreciate the compliment.”

To express his thanks, Gem(Babs) leaned forward to plant a kiss on Babs(Ken)’s cheek.

Babs(Ken): “…Oh. Now, that’s something I wasn’t expecting.”

Gem(Babs): “My pardon, I was merely—”

Babs(Ken): “Oh, not that. I just wasn’t expecting to see you the way I did at that moment. …But I should’ve. Everybody else spent the past week fucking themselves…”

Before Babs(Ken) could escalate things however, she was interrupted by Maxxie(Gem), who moseyed on over to Gem(Babs) and also threw her arm over his back.

Maxxie(Gem): “So, how are you holding up as old Babs, dude?”

Gem(Babs): “O-Oh, you figured it out? I thought we were maintaining kayfabe for—”

Maxxie(Gem): “This is my family, dude. I can tell when they’re not who they seem to be. Anyway, I’m just checking in to see if you need this body back or anything, since it’s almost dinnertime.”

Gem(Babs): “Thank you, Maxxisaurus, that’s very thoughtful of you. It is indeed getting late, so it would be rude to inform my parents I will be unavailable for dinner, but I should get back—”

Maxxie(Gem): “How do you feel about letting one of us impersonate you? Dad sure seems down for that.”

Ken(Maxxie): “You’ve got that right!” 

On cue, Ken(Maxxie) swam before Gem(Babs), shooting a cocky grin at him as he treaded water.

Ken(Maxxie): “As warm and cuddly as it is in Maxxie’s body, I am mighty curious about what being in the body of a younger man is like.”

Gem(Babs): “Curious? But you’re already a man.”

Ken(Maxxie): “Gem, please. You know for yourself how different Maxxie and Babs’s bodies feel, so try to imagine what it’d be like if you doubled the age difference.”

Gem(Babs): “Yes, but… what if my parents ask you something you don’t know? We just met a few hours ago and—”

Ken(Maxxie): “Let’s just say I have a renowned talent for improvising. Even if I screw up, what’s the worst your parents are going to do? If they raised you, and named you Gem Stone, they can’t be tightwads.”

Gem(Babs): “Oh? You do have a point Mr. Flare, but how would we swap back or—”

Maxxie(Gem): “Didn’t I JUST tell you that you can schedule swaps with this thing? We can just switch your bodies at 3 in the morning or whatever. Then you’d wake up, embrace the day as Gem. It’d be easy peasy, springy breezy!”

Gem(Babs): “My apologies, Maxxisaurus—”

Babs(Ken): “You know you can just call her Maxxie, right?”

Gem(Babs): “Yes, but she said she prefers Maxxisaurus.”

Maxxie(Gem): “From you Gem, absolutely. From most other people? Eh.”

Ken(Maxxie): “So, is that a yes to allowing me the privilege of spending one night as the Gem Stone?”

Gem(Babs): “Why, of course. You’re a responsible international businessman, of course I trust you.”

Elly(Terra): “Oh, you babe swaddled in a cashmere blanket of ignorance. …But if you agree, let’s arrange a three-way swap.”

As Elly(Terra) swam forward, it looked like everybody, except Terra(Elly), was ganging up on Gem(Babs), but despite the crowd, he remained all smiles.

Babs(Ken): “Three-way?”

Maxxie(Gem): “Exercise yo brain, Pops! You seriously think I’d stay in my OG bod when Terra’s is right there? Imma hit up the park and bring the mothertrucking ruckus down on all the other kids in the neighborhood! ‘Sides, I haven’t been in her real body yet.”

Elly(Terra): “And I wanted to try my hand at drawing with Maxxie’s blessed hands.”

Upon saying that, Elly(Terra) began holding Ken(Maxxie)’s hands like they were a precious object.

Maxxie(Gem): “In that case, allow me to do the honors!”

With a single thrust of her girthy arms, Maxxie(Gem) reached down the back of her trunks, pulled out a VD 2.0, and held triumphantly, like she just snagged it from a massive treasure chest. 

Babs(Ken): “Maxxie, I know you don’t have boobs anymore, but you shouldn’t store shit up your ass! And please don’t tell me you were—”

Maxxie(Gem): “One, this is a pool, my ass germs are everywhere! Two, Terra was holding onto it while we were rough housing like da kidz we be! Three, seriously, of all the shit to grill me on, you choose this?”

Gem(Babs): “…Wait, are VD 2.0s waterproof?”

Maxxie(Gem): “Let’s find out!”

Maxxie(Gem) pressed the button like a misanthropic psychopath testing if a decades-old nuclear bomb will go off. However, it appeared to work just fine, proving that… it’s at least water resistant.

Elly(Terra): “Maxxie, I love you with all my heart, but I feel that if you owned a weapon, you would end someone’s life, whether you wanted to or not.”

Rather than replying, Maxxie(Gem) continued entering the commands for the swap and, once everything was ready, the three all twitched slightly before darting their heads around.

Maxxie(Terra): “Well, Big Sis, whose fault is that? The child or the absent parent!”

Elly(Maxxie): “I just want you to be a bit more considerate of your actions, dear. I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you. While Verde might be able to help us—”

Ken(Gem): “And now seems like an opportune time for my departure. Take care, Flare family, we shall reconvene on the morrow!”

Ken(Gem) then lifted himself out of the pool, his movements staggered as he grew used to his new proportions. But once he cleared the edge, he walked back to the house, waving everyone goodbye.

Maxxie(Terra): “Yeah, dude knows how to do it. Piss off, onee-chan! Imma be a kid and Imma get some big playtime in! With the slide and ev’rythang!”

After telling off her original body, Maxxie(Terra) departed, running around with her arms behind her as she dashed on the grass, instead of the concrete walkway.

Elly(Maxxie): “Well, I suppose I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I have to see just how much my daughter’s artistic skills lie with her hands and muscle memory.”

Much like her two predecessors, Elly(Maxxie) pulled herself out of the pool and began walking away, leaving behind only three people. Babs(Ken), Gem(Babs), and Terra(Elly).

Babs(Ken): “Now that the kids are gone, where was I? Ah, yes. Tell me Gem, how do you feel when looking at me?”

Gem(Babs) obediently did as Babs(Ken) requested, scanning her body from her bald head to her submerged legs, rubbing his chin with his free arm as his eyes lingered on his flat chest. He could tell that, beneath the layer of comfortable fat, there was a decent chunk of musculature. And as he looked down at her purple octopus swimming trunks, he couldn’t help but wonder what Babs(Ken) looked like when in her rawest form. 

Gem(Babs): “You are a most attractive father-aged man, and I suppose that by those same metrics, I would be an excellently attractive mother-aged woman.”

Babs(Ken): “Well, if that’s the case, then how about we head inside and I make you feel like a ‘mother-aged woman?'”

It was only slightly more subtle than asking if he wanted to fuck, and as those words flowed through his ears, Gem(Babs)’s ears, his body shifted from something more casual to something more… promiscuous. His back lifted from the side of the pool. He puffed his ample chest out further, and the resting expression on his face became something more… playful, looking at Babs(Ken) with the eyes of a Latin American erotic actress, rather than a teenage boy. One who, naturally, spoke in elegant Spanish.

Gem(Babs): “[Oh? You know Ken, I only had this body for a few hours, but you already want to make me your woman. And you are bold enough to proposition me in front of your wife. You are just an animal, aren’t you?]“

Babs(Ken): “[Maybe I am. Why don’t we head upstairs and—]“

Terra(Elly): “What the HELL are you two doing?!”

Terra(Elly) slid her book across the pool deck and flopped out of her lounger, rushing over to the two.

Babs(Ken): “Well, look who finally took her face out of her book.”

Terra(Elly): “Babs, you do realize that you’re old enough to be Gem’s mom, right?”

Babs(Ken): “Terra, you do realize that a ten-year difference is all you need to be someone’s momma, right?”

Terra(Elly): “W-Wait, what? Ten-year-olds can get pregnant?”

Babs(Ken): “Pretty much, yeah. But that’s besides the point. I’ve got a dick, am horny as hell, and wanna fuck someone. Gem’s cool with it, I’m cool with it, and we’re both adults able to offer consent.”

Terra(Elly) took a moment to think over a potential argument with that statement… she didn’t have a retort.

Terra(Elly): “…Fine. This situation is so complicated and weird that I don’t know what’s ‘proper’ sometimes.”

Gem(Babs): “Oh, it’s okay sweetie. I can only imagine how profoundly perplexing this all is for you, being a youngling in a group that is so skewed toward the adult, and with members so eager to engage in activities you cannot.”

Terra(Elly): “Perplexing doesn’t even begin to describe it, Gem. Honestly, I can already tell how screwed up I’m going to be when I become an adult.”

 Babs(Ken): “Oh, please. Your Maxxie’s younger sister and you’re trans. Things were going to be ‘screwed up’ for you no matter what.”

Terra(Elly): “Gee, thanks Babs. Those words, especially from my dad’s mouth, are really reassuring to me as I linger in this vulnerable, confused, adolescent state. …I’m just going to my room. Just give me a few minutes to grab clothes from the master bedroom before you two… get started.”

Unlike all others, Terra(Elly) used the ladder to lift herself out of the pool, before going to clean up her things, like a good little girl. With the pool to themselves, Babs(Ken) and Gem(Babs) remained as they were, leaning together like a pair of lovers. A pair whose eyes drifted to each other, and just like that, the atmosphere from earlier returned. 

Gem(Babs): “[I never imagined that my first time would be as a woman.}“

 Babs(Ken): “[If you want, you can be Ken in round two, but if that’s the case, I’ll need to pry Elly’s body away from Terra. Fucking my boss as myself is just too weird.]“

Gem(Babs): “[Yet fucking yourself is not?]“

Babs(Ken): “[I didn’t say it made sense, Babs. So, what do you say? Will you give me your virginity as both a man and a woman?]“

Gem(Babs): “[My, aren’t you the generous sort? To think, I only met you today…]“

Babs(Ken): “[So, is that a yes or a no?]“

With a snicker, Gem(Babs) twisted her form to face Babs(Ken), pinning him against a wall of the pool. As their eyes locked, Gem(Babs) brought his lips closer, planting a three second long smooch onto her lips.

Gem(Babs): “[Does that answer your question?]“

Babs(Ken): “[Oh, it does…]“

Taking the initiative, Babs(Ken) threw herself at Gem(Babs), freeing herself from his embrace and casting the two into the middle of the pool. They sank down together, their bodies fully submerged in the water, where they wrapped around each other. Breasts smooched against bare chest. Wafting hair brushed against a bald head. And as their crotches neared each other, Gem(Babs) felt precisely what his partner had in store for him… and smiled.

They emerged a second later, gasping for air before looking into one another’s dark brown eyes. Both contemplated saying something, but the look on their faces told them all they needed to know. So, they walked out of the pool, hand in hand, eager to indulge in their promised act, while knowing well enough to take things slow, to let the affection between them simmer.

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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