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 13th: Haruki’s Birthday Bash
Part 00: Let’s Get This Party Started!
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 11:49
Location: Casa del Dusk
Over the past week, Verde, Abigale, and Urabe had been settling into their rental house for the summer. Though, calling it a house was a bit of a misnomer. With 6,300 square feet spread across two floors and a furnished basement, it was bigger than the Flare Residence, and had an even bigger backyard, complete with a concrete patio that was practically made for parties. With an in-ground pool, 6 bedrooms, 6 full baths, a home theater, and elegant furnishings… this place practically screamed excess. Far more than the fairly modest decorum of the Flare Residence.
In the backyard, across the concrete patio, the entire Swap Posse sat in attendance along a series of three folding tables smooched together. …Which clashed with the high-class of the rest of the mansion, but it was inarguably effective. Jade, Maxxie, Zoe, Shiaka, Terra, Vivi, Anita, Gem, Caroline, Raiyne, Babs, Ken, Elly, Natasha, Daisuke, Paz, and Haruki all sat down, looking at their hosts with rapt attention. Abigale, Urabe, but most of all, Verde Dusk herself.
With a microphone in hand and a portable speaker on the table, Verde flicked it on and kicked off what would be the wildest day of the summer so far.
Verde: “Helloooo everybody! I’m glad you could make it today— because otherwise, I’d need to get angry. And you sure as shit don’t want that! As you all know, we’re here to celebrate the 24th birthday of our one, and only Haruki Kurokawa. At her request, we’re gonna make today extra spicy. But first, this is the first time a lot of you are meeting, so I believe an introduction is in order. We could do things the normal way, but that’s not the way we do things in the Swap Posse! So Urabe, play that funky 4Kids beat, ‘cos it’s roll call time, bay-bee!”
With a hand gesture from Urabe, the speaker on the table began to play a whistling noise, leading into a cheery backing beat. It was a queer display that couldn’t do anything to prepare the seventeen in attendance for the performance Verde had in store. One where she wandered across the table, doing a rap for 8-year-old suburbanites, with Abigale and Urabe on the chorus.
Verde: “This is V to the D to the two-point-oh!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “It’s roll call time, so let’s rap it, yo!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “First we got Jade, the MC ya all know. Hero across worlds, and inspiration for this flow! She’s been through a lot, but I got her paid. And with her new bod, this girl’s got it made!”
Verde: “Then there’s Maxxie, she’s quite the enigma. But that makes her cool, I ain’t reppin’ no stigma. Drawin’, swappin’, she just be keeping it lax G. So chill, give her a chance, don’t call no taxi!”
Verde: “Shout out for Zoe, chillin’ in the back. Acting like I wouldn’t throw him in this track. Don’t look so bored, you’re excited, I know. And with every swap, the hype will grow!”
Verde: “Next up is Shiaka, sis of the birthday girl. But with the VD, her life’s been a whirl. She’s got struggles, fo’ sho, they’re not nada. Bashing them one by one, she ain’t no baka!”
Verde: “This is V to the D to the two-point-oh!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “It’s roll call time, Imma rap it, yo!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “This is little Terra, our number one minor. But no worries, she’s cool, she’s no whiner! Sure, she was depressed, low like the Sahara. But with a snap of a finger, she’s soarin’ above the Sierra!”
Verde: “How’s it hangin’ Vivi, I know you don’t dig this chivvy. But it’s my brand, part of what makes me V-D. So chin up and chill, like it’s an assembly. Or be a prick, zone out, keep your head all empty!”
Verde: “Anita, my girl, what is up, how you be? I was just having fun, so please forgive me. As my wives will say, I can be a ripe old pita. So tell me off, and I’ll do ya right like a cheetah.”
Verde: “Oh, we got Gem in this shit? This dude fuck so hard! Aiming for high and for all, not leaving a shard! VD in hand, he’s headin’ for straight mayhem. All ‘cos he’s psyched to be another man or femme.”
Verde: “Here it up for V to the D to the two-point-oh!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “It’s roll call time, lemme ride this flow!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “Starting with Caroline, this lady’s lookin’ fine. With daily T-L-C, no help from Miss Dusk divine. Even sitting, she’s radiating a motherly attitude. Though she should really man up and try bein’ a dude.”
Verde: “Taking a day off, lookin’ casual ‘n hot, it’s yo girl Babs. With Maxxie around, I know she’s been yankin’ them tabs. This girl did good, keepin’ it dry for a week. With every night y’all goin’ squeak, squeak, squeak!”
Verde: “Halfway to the end, let’s hear it up for Ken. The sexual dynamo, horny from end to end. It might seem strange, being so virile at fifty-one. But this man’s libido is straight up never done!”
Verde: “But let’s not forget Elly, Ken’s partner in crime. A horny little MILF still right in her prime. Her role-playing mastery will leave your legs like jelly. Or at least I think so, ‘cos she’d never tell me!”
Verde: “Say it with me, this is V to the D to the two-point-oh!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “It’s roll call time, like ya didn’t know!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “Nearing fifty with no gray, it’s Daisuke! Paired with those crips blue eyes, he got that sway. He’s got strong vibes as the man of the house. But given enough time, I think he’ll be like a mouse.”
Verde: “And to his side, let’s hear it for Paz, one charitable lass. Bringing her material love to her each and every class. She was freaked at first, but I’ve seen the logs. With folks like her, this summer’s off to the dogs!”
Verde: “With minds of two, it’s Raiyne, how do ya do? With all these changes, you’ve got lots to chew. But honey, your practices are just causing me pain. Five days, no swaps? Do something and use that brain!”
Verde: “Wrappin’ it up, we’ve got Natasha. Lowest on our list, but know we’ve gotcha. You’ve got TF protagonist written all over your face. So it’s no wonder she’s been swappin’ all over the place! …Or at least she’s trying.”
Verde: “Let’s end it with a V to the D to the two-point-oh!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “It’s roll call time, we’re in the glow!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “But the queen of them all is sweetest Haruki. The birthday girl, and she’s straight kooky. An artist by trade, by night, and by day. She’s got talent for real, what more can I say?”
Verde: “Closing it out, we’ve got the wives. Cutting to the end like a box of knives!”
Verde: “Number one is Abigale, the top of the list. No, she’s got no malice, she’s the straight nicest. So loving, so loyal, without fail. If not for her, I’d be rappin’ straight from jail!”
Verde: “The next is Urabe, my robo-wife. But don’t let that fool you, she’s got loads of life. She kept Abigale sane while I was away. But her tun-tsun vibe made her a mainstay!”
Verde: “Last but not let’s it’s your emcee. She’s silly, and wild, about as can be! But what’s her name? It was something with a V? And I think you spell it out like V-E-R-D and E!”
Verde: “It’s a party of twenty, that’s what we got!”
Abigale & Urabe: “The Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
Verde: “I said your names, so let’s make it hot!”
Abigale & Urabe: “Cos’ the Posse’s here! The Posse’s here!”
As this performance came to a close, the looks of the audience covered a broad spectrum. The brazen delight of Maxxie and Haruki, the cold, biting disapproval of Natasha, the awkward smiles of Caroline and Raiyne, or the bewilderment of Vivi. Fortunately for the majority of the audience, Abigale grabbed the mic and speaker, bringing them back inside as Verde cleared her throat to begin this announcement in earnest.
Verde: “Thanks for putting up with my bullshit, but now for what you all have been waiting for. First off, you might have noticed a series of generous deposits that have been landing into your checking accounts. Or, in your case Terra, your savings account.”
Ken: “Oh, is that what our accountant was talking about?”
Elly: “You’re talking about the $1,087.50 deposits we got on Thursday, right?”
Verde: “Exactamundo! I had Urabe here do a little hacking to nab your bank accounts and wired a bit of money into them. You’ll be getting $75 a day, every day, as a per diem for making this summer a sensational swapping romp! This should cover meals, local transit, and just the costs of going out and doing shit every day. Not quite minimum wage, but it’s tax free, so it’s basically better than minimum wage. In return… you guys should do something of interest on the daily. And I do mean all of you. Especially you, Raiyne!”
Raiyne: “Y-You already called me out in your song. I’d be more inclined to swap, but arranging communication is—”
Verde: “A-ha! That’s point numero zweii! I really didn’t clarify this, but it’s a hard rule. No spreading this stuff on social media, and no using social media to talk with anyone about this. Instead, you should spread information via word of mouth, phone calls between yourself and other members of the Swap Posse, texting, or, preferably, the newly created Swap Posse Telegram group!”
Anita: “Telegram? You want us to communicate in bleep boops?”
Vivi: “No, she means the instant messenger service Telegram. It’s like WhatsApp but it actually encrypts your messages.”
Gem: “I’m sorry, which app?”
Maxxie: “WhatsApp. It’s like wassup, but apple flavored!”
Verde: “Yeah, I thought about using the VD 2.0s as communicators, but if you ever lose them, then you’re kinda boned, and only psychos like typing with a D-pad.”
Zoe: “Then why not give them a touch screen interface?”
Verde: “…Because who likes playing retro games with glass?”
Shiaka: “I’m still not sure why you even gave them that functionality. The emulation quality is good and so is the build quality but—”
Verde: “Point three! Some of your frisky fellas and femmes have been eager to have sex. That’s good, that’s the desired outcome. But I don’t want anybody to have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy, so all uterus-havers, your fertility’s on ice for the next two months. Straight frigid!”
Natasha: “‘Uterus-havers?’ Couldn’t you just say women?”
Verde: “I could, but uterus-havers is more accurate.”
Haruki: “Cool. Cool. Cool. We get cash on the daily, gotta use some nerd app to talk, and don’t need to worry about birth control, condoms, or any of that crap. Anything else, or can we get swappin’?”
Verde: “Get swappin’!”
Caroline: “So… how are we going to decide who is who?”
Abigale: “Random number generation.”
Verde: “As calculated and arranged by none other than my wife, the infallible, Urabe Yuki Dusk!”
Urabe: “The commands have already been entered for all twenty of us to undergo a swap, and they will begin in… approximately fifteen seconds.”
Confused and excited expressions appeared on the crowd’s faces. They knew that some chaotic flavor of swapping would happen here, that was kind of the appeal of this party, but not knowing who would be who was… concerning to some. Jade and Terra looked at each other as they thought about the worst-case scenario for a pair of trans girls like them. While Maxxie and Haruki were both practically shaking as they anticipated to see how things would play out.
Urabe gave a countdown from ten, staring at the VD 2.0 in her hands as she watched the timer and results of the swap with a blank expression. The tension was rising high… until Verde yoinked it out of Urabe’s hand.
Urabe: “Three… T—”
Verde: “Let’s go for it!”
With a throw befitting a baseball player, Verde launched the VD 2.0 from Urabe’s hands, where it soared high through the sky, higher than the house, and flew across the expansive backyard. Everybody’s eyes were locked on it as it flew by… and everybody lost sight of it at the same moment.
Even as it soared through the air, the VD 2.0 swapped the twenty in attendance, and who was who was the first question on everybody’s mind. Like a group of seasoned professionals, they began by looking at their surroundings, before looking down at their bodies, quickly identifying who they were just from their chests and clothing.
Though, rather than being a truly random swap, the exchanges were broken up between ten pairs:
- Jade and Abigale
- Anita and Eleanore
- Shiaka and Babs
- Terra and Urabe
- Raiyne and Daisuke
- Zoe and Vivi
- Gem and Paz
- Caroline and Verde
- Kenneth and Natasha
- Maxxie and Haruki
By the time the VD 2.0 harmlessly fell down to the cement patio, the Swap Posse came to terms with their new bodies. They were shouting, exclaiming, and even fumbling as they adapted to this situation. It almost seemed like things were going to break out into something ugly, only for the emcee of the party to take the helm in her new blonde body. She stood up on the plastic table, let out a finger whistle, and drew all eyes on her.
Verde(Caroline): “Ladies, gentlemen, succulent baluts, cool your jets a little. I swapped you around so you could have a little fun. If you wanna take a breath, maybe chat with your partner, go ahead. Casa del Dusk is open for business and has almost enough rooms for everybody. But don’t forget that we have a gorgeous pool just waiting for some wet and wild fun. Or if you’re feeling peckish, I got this party catered for a reason!”
Verde(Caroline) then pointed to another table, chock full of food from local catering company, still wrapped in the foil, nice and hot, begging to be eaten
Verde(Caroline): “But before we go, let me set the right atmosphere for some Summer Memories!”
With the click of the speaker remote on the table, the outdoor sound system sprang to life, laying down a hot citypop beat as Café 25 Vingt Cinq by Anri revved up.
Haruki(Maxxie): “Heh. It’s everything I expected, to a tee! Now, let’s get this party started!”
Part 01: Jade and Abigale
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 12:05
Location: Casa del Dusk
While most people in attendance found themselves quickly getting over the initial shock of being thrown into a random body, there was one who was… panicking from moment one. Jade had found herself in the body of Shin Abigale Quinlan. A body identical to that of the woman who stole her body, framed her for mass murder, and drove her to the brink of madness, leading her to destroy those closest to her. The body she gradually found herself transforming into a scant 10 weeks ago as that same malicious miscreant tried to steal her life yet again.
For as much as Jade believed herself to be a strong person, to have overcome her demons and gotten over her trauma… she was at the brink of a panic attack when she realized whose body she was in. The red V-neck and black jeans made it easy enough to pinpoint who she was. But as she looked down at her cleavage, the complexion and shape were identical to the sight she saw when she woke up six months ago. Every bad memory came crawling back, all at once, for they were all defined by one unifier. This body. Or, at least, a body that looked and felt identical to this one.
Jade(Abigale) remained locked in this haze of panic, standing there as the festivities started, only to find herself pulled away, yanked into the back door of the manor, where she was met with a silent and calm atmosphere. Her rapid breathing slowed as she entered this welcoming place, only to stop as she felt someone plant their arms onto her shoulders, looking up at her from 27 centimeters below.
It was her body, dressed in the same flowing white summer dress with a forest green short-sleeve crop cardigan over it. But she knew who was truly behind those bright green eyes and… that made the situation kind of better.
Abigale(Jade): “Jade, are you alright? If you need to get out of my body, that’s okay. Verde thought you would be fine with something like this, but… sensitive matters like this are not her strong suit.”
Abigale sounded truly forlorn, if not desperate, as she spoke with Jade’s voice, and as Jade(Abigale) looked down at her face, she felt… a type of comfort. From just the way Abigale(Jade) was acting, it was a stark reminder that she was not the Abigale Quinlan Jade had met before. She was Shin, not Kuro, and while Kuro might use this opportunity to torment Jade for her weakness… this Abigale was doing just the opposite. With her by her side… Jade felt her powerful heart stop thumping against her chest.
Jade(Abigale): “Thank you… Abigale. But… I should be alright.”
The voice was the same. Jade(Abigale) already knew it would be, but she sounded exactly like she did in The Malice of Abigale Quinlan.
Jade(Abigale): “It’s just… I’m in the same body where I lost my sense of self, surrounded by the same people who I… killed the last time I was in this body… S-Sorry. That was not your body, it’s just that… it feels the same.”
Abigale(Jade): “Yes, I suppose it would. Though my body, or rather, your current body, is not capable of any of the superhuman feats Kuro could perform. Meaning no Real Booting, no Rapid Regeneration, et cetera.”
As Abigale(Jade) clarified that, Jade(Abigale) began to look over her current form with a calmer disposition. For as much as this body intimidated her in the past, knowing that this was temporary, that they would switch back, required her to look at it in a different light.
She began this reassessment with the hands. Hands that were slender, graceful, yet also larger than the average woman. Even though she knew these arms were not capable of the obscene feats of strength she once performed, she still felt immensely strong with them. Stronger than she felt during her brief stint as Zoe seven months ago. Simply feeling this strength at her fingertips, moving her arms about, caused a smile to creep on her face, and it only grew when she found a mirror hanging from a wall near the entrance.
Jade(Abigale) had seen this very same reflection many times, so it lacked the same ‘wow factor.’ But before, she always looked at this reflection with scorn, with bitterness. Yet now, she could truly acknowledge the finer points of this form, of this face, and the more she stared at the new reflection… the more Jade(Abigale) was in awe.
There were no imperfections, not a speck of discoloration, and as she moved her face about, poking it and drifting between expressions, it felt almost surreal. Even with no makeup on, she had the look of a model, with every feature finely honed around two ideals. Beauty and power. Even the imposing scarlet eyes carried through with this idea, looking powerful from afar, but as she brought her face closer to the mirror… she could see the humanity of their structure, the beauty that laid within them.
Then… there was the height. She was not only significantly taller than her true body, she was taller than… everything. The once expansive doorframes of this home now seemed to barely conform to her. She didn’t need to duck to get around them, but there were only a few inches of clearance. While her fingers had the uncanny ability to make everything they touched feel small.
Even as she walked, a full step felt considerably larger than before, and as she walked, she felt her mind adjust to the muscle memory of this body, smoothly sliding into a groove befitting a woman of her stature.
Abigale(Jade): “So, what are your impressions now that your palate has been cleansed?”
Jade(Abigale): “It… Your body is… wonderful! It felt strange at first, but now… I can imagine that a lot of people here would want to swap with you.”
Abigale(Jade): “I suppose that makes sense. Both Verde and Urabe love spending time in my body, as they should. It was crafted to be ideal, in many senses of the word.”
Jade(Abigale): “Oh… Sorry. Being in me must be a real downgrade then—”
Abigale(Jade): “Jade, please don’t act all modest in front of me. This body was crafted deep within your mind, it is an extension of your truest self, and there is a beauty to every facet of it. Your light porcelain skin, your slender limbs, your poofy brown hair with natural curls, and the modest features you have wrapped within this cute package.”
Abigale(Jade) then paused, gesturing her swap partner to the side as she looked at herself in the mirror, paying particular attention to her emerald green eyes before showing a wide smile. Satisfied by what she saw, she stepped away, building a small distance between her and Jade(Abigale) before spinning around, causing her skirt to twirl, inviting a pleasant burst of wind onto her thin pale legs.
Jade(Abigale): “…How did I not realize I could do that?”
Abigale(Jade): “What, you’ve been girlmoding for two and a half months and haven’t made ‘your skirt go spinny’ once? Verde would be disappointed with you if she knew that.”
Jade(Abigale) laughed at the response, before looking down at herself and then through a nearby window, seeing people already getting the party started. Breaking out the food, or stripping out of their clothes to dive into the pool.
Her nerves had been calmed, her initial discomfort with this body had been addressed, and just from the way she looked out at the others, Abigale(Jade) could tell what she wanted.
Abigale(Jade): “You are, naturally, free to enjoy my body however you like. Though, I have made it a touch more normalized than it usually is.”
Jade(Abigale): “Normalized? What does that mean?”
Abigale(Jade): “If you don’t know, it’s best you don’t learn.”
Leaving Jade(Abigale) with a bemused expression on her borrowed face, Abigale(Jade) walked away, unbuttoning her little jacket as she made her way to the nearest bathroom. As part of their plans for this party, everybody showed up wearing a swimsuit underneath their clothes because that would ‘eliminate a step’ according to Haruki.
Jade(Abigale) had seen her current body, or rather a version of it, naked many times, but those were with the timid eyes of a person chronically afraid of sexual activities. Now, as someone who had learned to embrace and accept degeneracy, she was more than a bit curious to see what she had underneath this shirt. She looked past the neck of her shirt to get a peek at a bright red bikini, and if she had her old complexion, her face would be bright red.
With this shot of encouragement, Jade (Abigale) scampered to an empty bathroom, locked the door, and jumped right to it. Pulling her shirt off and unzipping her pants to reveal her borrowed body wrapped in only a bikini.
She had spent enough time as Maxxie to not react to the sight of having a far darker complexion, but she did react at the sight of… everything else. While Abigale’s face was one crafted to an ideal… the same was true for her body. Even without flexing, Jade(Abigale) could see the musculature in her arms and… across her entire body. Her biceps were bulging, her abs were prominent, and her legs, while slender, were dressed in a layer of muscle.
Though she had been in this body before… she had changed as a person. So, as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was… in awe… and excited.
Why did this entice her so? Well, there were many reasons she could formulate. Though, Jade felt that one of the most influential factors might be her transformation into Jadigale Novus during the events of The Dominance of Abigale Quinlan. A combination of herself, prior to her transformation, and Abigale Quinlan. One that carried Jade’s green eyes, but whose darker skin, greater strength, and taller stature were all inherited from Abigale. She thought she merely envied the life of Jadigale when she peered into a day in her life but, upon reflection… she adored everything about her.
With a smirk, Jade(Abigale) ran her hands across her new form, clenching and loosening her muscles as she felt her borrowed form, and developing a rather… perverted look on her face. Because this body was hot. It was sexy. And while she was in this body, she was hot. She was sexy. And she was strong enough, tall enough, and imposing enough that… she could do whatever the hell she wanted.
A coy smirk crept onto her face as she realized this, and she heard a slight cackle escape her lips. This body… wasn’t her. If she was forced to stay in this body, she would be pissed, as she would be forced to be a person who fits this immaculately crafted form.
But for a day? For an afternoon?
Jade(Abigale): “Oh, fuck yes!”
After Jade(Abigale) finished saunting around in the small area of the bathroom, looking at her new form from many angles, she opened the door. …Only to bump into her true body, now dressed in a forest green one piece and looking at her with a smirk.
Abigale(Jade): “See? I knew you’d like it. Come with me Jade. I’m sure everyone would get a kick out of seeing you like this.”
Abigale(Jade) then grabbed Jade(Abigale) by the hand, pulling her out of the bathroom… only for Jade(Abigale) to remain where she was.
Jade(Abigale): “I appreciate the suggestion, but I can introduce myself, thank you very much.”
With the poise and grace of a diva, Jade(Abigale) strutted to the backdoor, shaking her wide hips and supple rear as she walked. The sight made Abigale(Jade)’s emerald eyes grow wide as her face became wrapped in delight.
Abigale(Jade): “Once they crack, they grow up so fast.”
Part 02: Anita and Eleanore
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 12:20
Location: Casa del Dusk
With the party still finding its groove, the pair of Elly(Anita) and Anita(Elly) had made their way to the deep end of the swimming pool, stripping down to their swimsuits before hopping in. They both knew that if one really wanted to get to know their new body intimately, there were few better ways than to get in the water, surrounding their form with something tangible.
They initially planned on just sitting there, chilling… but after two minutes, the two began to jet across the mostly vacant pool, doing a two lap race where, unsurprisingly, Elly(Anita) emerged the victor. And with plenty of time to spare.
Elly(Anita): “Ah! I can’t believe it took me this long to land in an athlete’s body. Their devotion makes a lot more sense if something so mundane can feel so good.”
Anita(Elly): “Yeah, yeah, go on enjoying the fruits of my labor.”
Elly(Anita): “Oh come now Anita. Do you truly think my body is that bad?”
Anita(Elly): “Well… no. You’re not out of shape or anything, it’s just that… being in your body, I can tell that you don’t work out much.”
Sheepishly, Anita(Elly) stared down at her body, clad in a $200 indigo bikini clasped her light brown breasts. Their complexions were similar, and so were the breast sizes, but they felt… less firm, and the scrap of cloth covering them offered very little in the way of support.
Elly(Anita): “I’ll have you know that I’ve been getting plenty of physical activity lately. Just not the kind you’re thinking about.”
Anita(Elly) shot her swap partner with a curious expression, not quite getting the reference… before the hamster wheel in her head came to a stop. Emphasis on came.
Anita(Elly): “Oh. …Well, Maxxie mentioned that you and Ken were… enjoying each other’s company. And I guess it makes sense for married couples to be—”
Elly(Anita): “Aw, aren’t you precious? We’ve done far more than that. Let’s just say that body you’re in has had plenty of sexual experiences the past two weeks, and is rather good at it.”
As she spoke, Elly(Anita) found herself staring deep into Anita(Elly)’s brown eyes, smiling as she watched the timid expression grow on her former face. …Only for Elly(Anita) to abruptly stop.
Elly(Anita): “Ahahahaha! Oh goodness, I can’t believe I just said that. Sure, you are eighteen, but saying that to my own body like that, with your body, maybe I am truly past the threshold…. Maybe I need to cool my jets and not lose myself in the throes of sexual exploration. …Even if the temptation is too high to ever give it up completely.”
Anita(Elly): “Uh… about that, I don’t really get why someone like you is so… enthusiastic about swapping bodies like this. Sure, my body is younger and more athletic than you, but you’re still a beautiful woman and you still look like you’re in your early thirties.”
Elly(Anita): “Oh, but do I feel that young?”
Anita(Elly): “I… have only swapped bodies with other people my age, so I can’t really answer that. But knowing what I know about age, I wouldn’t guess that this body is… however old you are.”
Elly(Anita): “42. It’s public knowledge at this point.”
Anita(Elly): “Really? ‘Cos this body definitely doesn’t feel like it’s in its forties.”
Elly(Anita): “Oh, you!”
Anita(Elly): “…Wait, you didn’t answer my question. Why are you so—”
Elly(Anita): “Interested in being someone else? Lean back, and I’ll tell you my story.”
From that comment, Elly(Anita) leaned her arms against the rim of the pool, relaxing as she looked on at the people before her. Not having much of a choice, Anita(Elly) did the same thing, propping herself right next to her swap partner.
Elly(Anita): “From the day I was born, I was groomed for greatness. I had my Bachelor’s by the time I was 18, and not a day went by when I wasn’t tutored in some way. I was bound to the expectations of my family, and funneled down a road to success, with brambles and every manner of threat along the sidelines. I had choices… but going off-road into the unknown is hardly much of a choice. My life has been forged through expectations, and every day, I need to conform to them. Ken and I are more eccentric than the average businessperson, but even we need to conform to a model, restrict our behaviors.”
Elly(Anita) leaned out of the pool, stretching her long arms just enough to grab a can of sparkling water from a nearby cooler. With poise, she cracked the tab open and took a swig.
Elly(Anita): “In exchange for my devotion to the path laid out for me, for working to build up who ‘Eleanore Flare’ is in the eyes of others, I have been rewarded. The financial security I enjoy, the ability to regularly travel to the other side of the world, and the tools I have to maintain my body, are all things I would not trade for anything else in the world. I am happy with my life… but there has always been a persistent longing for something different, something more than the narrow strip I have experienced. I would always have my body, my face, be my age, and have my voice. …But then I was given a VD 2.0.”
She didn’t have a VD 2.0 nearby, nor did she know where the nearest one was, so Elly(Anita) used the can of sparkling water as a prop.
Elly(Anita): “With it, I can become just about anyone, and do so with a minimal commitment. For an hour, for a day, for a week, I can be someone else, see the world the way they see it, and experience things that were forever beyond my reach. Just the act of being in another body, using another voice, perceiving things on a different spectrum, and having people refer to me as a different name… It gives me such a rush. It makes me feel like a shapeshifter in the world, like I’m playing a high-stakes game of impersonation.”
Anita(Elly) paused as she took in the words of the woman beside her. She was still too young to truly feel as if she was stuck in the rut of her life. But something about her sentiment, about the freedom to be someone else for as long as she felt like it… resonated with her strongly. She had already spent a fair bit of time as Vivi and Gem, but they were her friends, people she knew well. Now… she was in the body of a wealthy businesswoman. Someone with a level of prestige and accomplishment that Anita(Elly) never considered even remotely attainable.
Anita(Elly): “You… you say all that, but you do realize that if you are someone else, then someone else must be you. And… I can’t imagine people will really want to deal with all the restrictions that come with being Elly Flare.”
Elly(Anita): “Hmm… I suppose that’s true. But for as much as I talk poorly about much of my life, what I need to do truly is not that difficult. It simply requires confidence and a keen eye. Half the battle of succeeding in the world of business is not about what you know, it’s about how you present yourself. For as much as executives believe themselves to be wise and intelligent, they are ultimately human, and prone to being manipulated through gestures more than facts.”
Anita(Elly): “So, you’re basically saying… fake it and with your body, anyone can make it.”
Elly(Anita): “For the most part, yes. You would be surprised by how many people get to places just a few rungs lower than mine through charisma alone. And don’t you feel charismatic in my body?”
Anita(Elly) paused as she mulled over that question. She considered herself a confident person in general and never had any issues talking to people. But that is not what charisma meant. Charisma is about charm, about garnering the devotion of others, about making them do things for you. Would she be able to command people, tell them what to do, and view herself as being higher than them? Being able to inspire devotion?
In theory, it seemed so easy, especially when in the body of a far more mature woman, and one whose very form urged her to carry herself with poise. All she had to do was immerse herself into this state of being, rely on the grooves already set in this body, and act like the person in this body should act.
…She just had no idea what that was.
Anita(Elly): “I guess you could say that I feel charismatic. If I were to hit up a shop, go to a restaurant, or just walk down the street, I can imagine people would look at me differently. With more respect. I know people just see me as a kid and, because of my natural hair color, they think I’m making some sort of fashion statement just by existing. But that’s only because I’m familiar with doing things like that. Actually being you, being a businesswoman, and doing everything you need to do… it just makes me feel anxious. I never even took a single business class, so how the hell am I supposed to know what I’m doing? How can someone be charismatic and clueless?”
Elly(Anita): “Heh. It’s been a while since I heard my voice say something so juvenile. You’re overthinking it, Anita. You might think you need a baseline to follow… you don’t. Whatever impression you have from TV or movies is just a spicier version of what you’ll find in reality. Even Terra managed to pull off a half-decent Eleanore when she got a phone call in my body. You just need to act like you know something… when you really don’t. The most important part of being someone else is a willingness to be dishonest.”
Anita(Elly): “So, you’re saying I’m too honest?”
Elly(Anita) paused to look her swap partner in the eyes, as if staring into the deepest, darkest region of her soul.
Elly(Anita): “No. That’s not quite it. You just need to be more willing to do things that benefit you, even if they might seem wrong. You need to have… I don’t want to say looser morals, but that might be the easiest way to describe it.”
Thoroughly confused and feeling her confidence faltering, Anita(Elly) sank into the pool, taking a deep breath before submerging her head in the water. She stayed there for only a few seconds before re-emerging, her hair soaked and face dripping wet.
Elly(Anita): “Oh? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Anita(Elly): “No, no, it’s… it’s fine. You, all of this… just got me wondering about my future. I never really saw myself going into business or being… anywhere close to someone like you, but you’re making it sound so easy.”
Elly(Anita): “It is easy when you are established in a field, dear. I cannot tell you how hard it would be to make it from nowhere, with no connections… but if you are worried about your future, don’t be.”
Anita(Elly): “Because it’s all going to work out in the end? Because a positive attitude is necessary to get what you want?”
Elly(Anita): “Oh no. I would never feed you blind optimism like that. I, of course, plan on helping everyone in attendance here, however I can, offering them whatever opportunities I can. We’ve had enough people come and go that I know how much a few years at a job can help someone forge a career, and you all… are a good group.”
Anita(Elly): “…Isn’t this your first time meeting, like, half of the people here?”
Elly(Anita): “When you meet as many people as I do, you can judge someone from just a single conversation with them, and my instincts are very reliable. …The only exception is that Verde woman. Something about her is just off. …Yett I can tell she has too much empathy to ever really hurt anyone.”
As Elly(Anita) made that observation, she was distracted by the sound of maniacal laughter from the other side of the yard, coming from Verde(Caroline) as she threw a platter of meat onto the barbecue.
Anita(Elly): “…Maybe not anyone. Maybe just… not us.”
Part 03: Shiaka and Babs
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 12:37
Location: Casa del Dusk
On the shallow end of the pool, Shiaka(Babs) sat along the edge, her feet resting in the water, slowly kicking back and forth, as she steadily munched away at a slice of watermelon in her hands. With each bite, she savored the flavor, paying close attention to how her new teeth burrowed into the ‘flesh’ of the fruit, and how it tasted ever so slightly less sweet than it should have.
While her partner, Babs(Shiaka) floated calmly in the water, letting the liquid coat and cover her body as she became intimately aware of the minute details of her current form. The way her tiny toes wiggled, the slenderness of her legs, and even the subtle sensation she felt as her navy one piece swimsuit brushed against the scars on her torso.
The two quietly lazed about as they watched Jade(Abigale) swim across the other end of the pool, moving her tall, muscular body with the speed and power of an athlete. All while Abigale(Jade) shouted pointers at her. It was a surreal sight considering the memories the two inherited back in April, but seeing these two together, playing around like this, felt… reassuring.
As the pair chilled and watched other partygoers, Babs(Shiaka) sank to the bottom of the pool, paused, hopped against the floor, and then shot up to the surface, gasping for air.
Babs(Shiaka): “Hey, Shiaka, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
Shiaka(Babs) spat out a watermelon seed into a little cup before answering, the slice still resting in her hands.
Shiaka(Babs): “You’re already in my body, so I’m not sure they could even be considered ‘personal questions.'”
Babs(Shiaka): “Oh? I see you’re developing some sass? Good, good… What do you think about your boobs? Do they get in your way a bunch?”
Shiaka(Babs): “…Well, I don’t know what kind of question I was expecting, but that certainly wasn’t it. I know my boobs are on the larger side of the spectrum, but… they’re about the same size as yours.”
Shiaka(Babs) moved the watermelon to one hand so she could point at her C-cup breasts, encased in her coral orange bikini.
Babs(Shiaka): “Yeah, our tits are about the same size, but I’ve got 20 centimeters on you… or you’ve got 20 on me. And, shit, I think I’ve got 20 kilograms on you too! Our boobs are basically the same size, but everything else is smaller on one of us.”
Shiaka(Babs): “…And?”
Babs(Shiaka): “How do you manage these things? I’ve seen you for years and always thought you were using padding or something— I don’t question what kids are into. But how do you manage with these things, especially with your posture? You sit like a damn doll.”
Shiaka(Babs): “It is something I had to adopt in order to properly and comfortably use a computer for long stretches of time.”
Babs(Shiaka): “And have you ever considered breast reduction? Just so they fit your figure a bit better, because while they’re nice and perky now, they’ll probably be a chore when you’re my age.”
Shiaka(Babs): “If I ever so much as said I was interested, I would need to contend with the wrath of Haruki… and Maxxie… and Mom.”
By this point in the conversation, Shiaka(Babs) had finished off her watermelon and joined Babs(Shiaka) in the shallow water. Shiaka(Babs) stood on the pool floor while Bab(Shiaka) floated.
Babs(Shiaka): “…Are you exaggerating?”
Shiaka(Babs): “A bit. They might voice objections, but I know they love me very much and would support me.”
Babs(Shiaka): “And if they are really that pissed off, then they can ask Verde and have her give them some DDs. I’m sure she’d at least entertain the idea. It’s on brand for her.”
Shiaka(Babs): “…Actually no, I didn’t answer that question correctly. The reason why I don’t want to change my body is not because of what others would think. That might be part of the fallout but the real reason is that… it’s my body.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Not right now! …But I get what you’re saying. It’s yours. You take pride in who you are, and don’t want to conform to any beauty— or comfort— standards.”
Shiaka(Babs): “No… I mean, yes, you are correct, but… I nearly lost my life because of my body. And one of the ways I cope with my trauma was… by learning to love myself. I could go on, but just because you’re me at the moment doesn’t mean it would be right to dump my trauma onto you.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Also, as Maxxie would say, ‘no pulling the tragedy lever during a birthday party.'”
Shiaka(Babs): “H-Haruki would actually say the exact same thing.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Anyway, once you look past the huge tits— something I can’t really do at the moment— I’ve got to say your body’s pretty damn nice. You’ve always been a pretty girl, and just being in your body makes me feel like a teenage beauty. It’s not the most athletic, and running a 5K would be… pain, lots of pain. But it feels great to be in. Everything is so tight and cozy, and being this size is pretty comfy. Not as small as a Terra, and smaller than a Maxxie.”
Somewhere in Casa del Dusk, Maxxie(Haruki) felt a shiver go down her spine after Babs(Shiaka) called her a shorty.
Shiaka(Babs): “W-Well, I like your body too. I’m actually a bit surprised by how much strength and stamina you have, as I never considered you to be much of an athlete.”
Babs(Shiaka): “You think taking care of a damn mansion and two kids means I spend all my time eating bon-bons and watching Mexican soaps? I’ve gotta stay in shape and exercise to do my job. And even if I didn’t, I’d still want to keep whatever I’ve got going for as long as I could.”
Shiaka(Babs): “The results of your dedication are clear just from swimming those laps earlier. Though, it did feel a bit strange feeling such strength under so much… cushion—”
Babs(Shiaka): “Just call it fat, girl.”
Shiaka(Babs): “…Under so much fat around my hips, having such large thighs, and a big head of curly hair. But something about being in it feels like I’ve obtained, or borrowed, a type of beauty I never thought I could possess. It’s all so… voluptuous.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Oh, so you like having some extra curves aside from the ones on your chest, eh?”
Shiaka(Babs): “I— I’m not saying that I want to make my body more like this. I’m… I’m just browsing, I guess you could say.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Eh, it might be for the best. With a curvy body like that, it’s dangerously easy to spend all day sitting on your cushy ass. Especially if you’ve got a desk job like a programmer. If I made use of my newfound programming language skills and made a stupid career move, you better believe I’d put on 10 kilograms in the first year.”
Shiaka(Babs): “T-That is something I try to be mindful of. I have met and seen many programmers who let their health decline as they teeter near obesity. Y-You are nowhere close to that by the way—”
Babs(Shiaka): “I didn’t think you were going that way in the first place.”
Shiaka(Babs): “I… I worry about that, and now that I am no longer attending a physical education class regularly, I really should try to exercise more.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Eh, save it for the fall. With all the body swapping we’ve got planned, you won’t have time, and I’m sure your body will get sufficient activity.”
In response to that comment, Shiaka(Babs) glared at the woman in her body as she drifted through the water. She could not piece together what she meant with that line… so she continued on with the conversation in her own way.
Shiaka(Babs): “Well… the matter of exercising, or growing stronger… is one that has been on my mind as of late. After I swapped bodies with Zoe.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Oh? Do tell.”
Shiaka(Babs): “Needless to say, Zoe and I are… quite different in terms of stature. Everything looked different, everything felt different, and the strength I felt… was immense. Every day, I felt like I could do more and more… before I found myself back in my tiny body.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Shiaka… I don’t need to tell you that strength is a multifaceted thing. It can be physical, it can be mental, it can be emotional. You might be lacking in physical strength— I’m using your arms, don’t try to deny it— but you have strength where it really counts. In your heart. You want to pursue new things, you want to do more, and you have a strong conviction.”
As the tone of the conversation took a shift in a new direction, Babs(Shiaka) dragged Shiaka(Babs) into the more secluded deep end. She spoke as they swam, her voice quiet but legible.
Babs(Shiaka): “Just from the past two weeks… I can tell that you’ve changed. And that you have gotten stronger. You might be proud of yourself, but… by being someone else, by being removed from your shell, you have grown. You’re more confident, braver, and bolder. You once needed a lot of handholding for a lotta things, but now… it’s like you just came back from some therapy boot camp.”
Sheepishly, Shiaka(Babs) turned away, avoiding eye contact as she was given all this praise, before turning back, her face beaming.
Shiaka(Babs): “You… You’re right. Every passing day, my trauma seems further and further away, still present, but growing weaker at a startlingly fast rate. I am used to seeing growth in this regard, but by making myself act like a more outgoing person… I am becoming more outgoing. By forcing myself to get out of my comfort zone, my zone is growing. Just doing simple things like doing some shopping as my Mom… it seems a bit silly, but I know it is helping me grow as a person. It is making me… feel like there may be a time when I can, truly, support myself. It all makes me curious as to… who I will be by the time this summer ends. What I will have done, and how large this comfort zone will be.”
For giving such a soulful speech, Babs(Shiaka) rewarded her swap partner with a hug, pressing their bodies against each other as only their heads poked out from the water.
Babs(Shiaka): “Heh. You’re really growing up fast, you know that Shiaka? Next thing I know you’ll be talking about how you broke past your timid veneer and started bangin’.”
It was generally quite hard to lie to someone when wearing their face… and Shiaka(Babs) had no time to ponder a way to suppress her expression. Even with her darker complexion, you could see the red running through her face.
Babs(Shiaka): “…Hold on, be strong, and just let it all out.”
Shiaka(Babs): “…I lost my virginity while in Zoe’s body… when he was in mine.”
Babs(Shiaka): “Bahaha! Sorry, that’s adorable, but also hilarious. You lost your virginity with yourself? And… shit, was his first with you—”
Shiaka(Babs): “Yeah. We’ve done it… four times.”
Babs(Shiaka): “How many in each body?”
Shiaka(Babs): “…Twice in each— Gosh, why am I even confessing to you? We’re not—”
Upon hearing this achievement, Babs(Shiaka) smacked Shiaka(Babs) on the back so hard that she flopped into the water, fumbling before emerging a few seconds later. At first, she was glaring at Babs(Shiaka) for interrupting her… before realizing what she was trying to do all along. Help her open up and become stronger. With a breeze of awkwardness in the air, the two high fived, before laughing at the absurdity of this whole situation.
Part 04: Terra and Urabe
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 13:01
Location: Casa del Dusk
Away from the noise, merriment, and thoughtful banter that filled the backyard, the pair of Terra and Urabe found themselves tuckered away into Urabe’s bedroom. Not to do anything indecorous like some other pairs, but for the most wholesome of all activities. A fashion show!
Terra(Urabe) was strutting her stuff in the full-length mirror on Urabe’s closet door. Dressed in a loose white boat-neck buttoned sweater and a silky black skirt that went up to her ribcage, with a belt strap to keep it snuggly tied around her. She was definitely showing a fair amount of skin, between her largely uncovered long pale legs and shoulders only covered by the straps of her blue bikini. However, that was all offset by an overwhelming amount of cuteness.
The black puffy hair that framed her face. The pinkish hue of her cheeks as she looked over this body. The slightly awkward way she held herself, unsure as to what to do with her modest curves. She was cute from tip to top!
With an expansive wardrobe of dozens of full outfits before her, Terra(Urabe) had ample opportunity to try more and keep this up all afternoon. But as she was in the midst of gawking at the girl in the mirror, she was interrupted by the sound of her true voice.
Urabe(Terra): “How many girls do you need to be before you get over this? If you wanna see a cute girl, you can just look in the mirror without swapping bodies with someone.”
Terra(Urabe) turned to see her true body, dressed in a cute formal outfit that almost made her look like a doll. A loose pale pink short-sleeve blouse with a white collar and red string tied into a little bow that gave way to a pleated white skirt, with hot pink heels covering her feet. It was an outfit that Urabe(Terra) claimed to ‘just have lying around’ but it was so goldarn cute that… Terra(Urabe) had to ask if she could keep it. I mean, it’s not like Urabe would have any use for kids’ clothes once she was back in her usual body. …Right?
Terra(Urabe): “I-I know, but… you’re cute in a different way than I am.”
Urabe(Terra): “Heh. You’re the fourth person to ever call me cute, you know?”
Terra(Urabe): “R-Really? …How is that even possible?”
Urabe(Terra): “Well, let’s just say I’ve lived a sheltered life, Terra.”
Terra(Urabe): “…About that, you keep saying my name with that weird emphasis. Did I do something wrong or—”
Urabe(Terra): “No, no, you’re just not the only Terra I’ve met.”
Terra(Urabe): “Oh? I thought it was a pretty rare name. So rare that I worried it would be a bit too… exotic. But when looking through a list of girl names beginning with T… Terra just felt right.”
Urabe(Terra): “I wonder if that was a coincidence or not…”
Terra(Urabe): “What do you mean?”
With a smirk on her youthful face, Urabe(Terra) sat down on her bed, gesturing to her swap partner to sit alongside her.
Urabe(Terra): “Take a seat. I have a little story to tell you. One about where I came from, and about the other Terra.”
With her curiosity titillated, Terra(Urabe) plopped her borrowed bottom onto the bed and looked at her true face with intrigue.
Urabe(Terra): “Let’s start from the beginning. You know how Verde created Abigale, right?”
Terra(Urabe): “Um, yeah. She created Abigale as a partner after she gained her powers.”
Urabe(Terra): “Well, in her teenage years, there were many people who she created. Humans— and other creatures— who were crafted to be characters in her grand performances. People who were assigned roles to abide by, but not true freedom. She created hundreds of these characters… and I was originally one of them. A character cast to play the role of co-protagonist in Terrance and Urabe’s Alien Assassination Adventure.”
After stating the title of that Scenario, Urabe(Terra) looked up at the ceiling, as if to ask herself how she was going to explain this to an 11-year-old.
Urabe(Terra): “The Urabe in that story was a living weapon. A transdimensional servant of Verde Dusk who was given a simple yet bizarre task. Venture to Earth and assassinate a group of aliens who burrowed themselves within the bodies of humans. It was a simple process, similar to the thousands of synthetic experiences Verde gave me knowledge of. But truly, that was not the point of my voyage to this world. Rather, it was to meet a young transgender woman by the name of Terra Honyaku. A timid, reclusive girl whose body I destroyed upon transporting into this world, but I saved her mind, and put it within my body.”
Terra(Urabe): “Wait, so you sacrificed your mind and gave her your body? So, then, are you—”
Urabe(Terra): “Both of our minds rested in my body. I was still in control, but everything I felt, she felt, and our thoughts mingled. We were two minds with a single body.”
Terra(Urabe): “So, what did you do? Assassinate aliens?”
Urabe(Terra): “Precisely. It was my job to assassinate aliens, and everything I felt… she felt.”
Terra(Urabe): “Oh? That sounds pretty fun. The other Terra got to be a superhero!”
Urabe(Terra): “Well… not quite. When I say assassinate, I don’t mean I beat them and they explode like a Tokusatsu jobber. I mean I tore out their guts. And the Urabe I was back then… was not who I am now. My vernacular and attitude was harsh and uncaring by design. I was bitter and spiteful towards her. And I was more concerned with filling her with disgust than anything more.”
Terra(Urabe): “…Why? You seem so nice now and… I can’t imagine you being so mean.”
Urabe(Terra): “I did what was in the script, and followed it to the letter. My ability to feel compassion or other emotions was limited. And my prior faux experiences made me jaded and bitter toward everything. So, I abused Terra Honyaku by subjecting her to horrors, by showing her grotesque sights, and only showing kindness when I was told to. All because Vin— Verde wanted to change her.”
Terra(Urabe): “That… does not seem like an effective way to change someone.”
Urabe(Terra): “It wasn’t, but when a God Admin demands things work a certain way… it just works.”
That… was a heady concept that made Terra(Urabe) pause as she tried to contemplate what that even meant with her limited knowledge. But before she could, Urabe(Terra) continued.
Urabe(Terra): “So, after tormenting Terra, I had to give her my body. My robotic body. Cute, forever young, and bearing immense technology that could revolutionize damn near any world. To which, she did just that, becoming a beacon for humanity known as The Mighty Terra. She lived a full, prosperous life, helping push humanity into a new era. While her life was not without loss and heartbreak, especially once she encountered one ripe dastard of an alien, she managed to get… just about everything she ever desired.”
Terra(Urabe): “…Urabe, what is my connection to this other Terra?”
Urabe(Terra): “Not a thing. However, you two are both sensitive trans women born in the same general era, bearing the same names, and both have spent some time in my body. I just think that’s funny, you know?”
Terra(Urabe): “…Wait, if she had your body, then how did you get your body back?”
Urabe(Terra): “It was a copy. I am a robot after all, so it would be crazy if I didn’t have spare bodies.”
Terra(Urabe): “And what about Miss Honyaku? Whatever happened to her? Is she just in another universe… or Scenario?”
Urabe(Terra): “It is difficult to say what she is doing at this moment, as time moves differently and inconsistently between Scenarios. However, rest assured, she is okay. …Unlike her progenitor.”
While Urabe(Terra) skirted by certain details for the sake of brevity and clarity, she did not want to lie to Terra. Everything she said about Terra Honyaku was the truth, but only because she is separate from the man who served as her basis. Terrance Tanaka. Though she never truly spoke to that man… she pitied him for the utter hell he was subjected to by who he thought was his friend.
Terra(Urabe): “W-Well, unlike Terra Honyaku, I don’t intend on making your body my home. It’s tempting, but body swapping is… you know how some magical girls used to have the ability to transform themselves into older women?”
Urabe(Terra): “Like Momo’s magic wand from Minky Momo and Usagi’s disguise pen from Sailor Moon?”
Terra(Urabe): “Exactly! …Actually, my body was changed with magic, and I have a magical device that turns me into other people, so… does that make me a magical girl?”
Urabe(Terra): “If you want to consider yourself one, sure. Though, I would need to ask Verde for approval before giving you magical girl powers. And I know she would want to supervise on the costume.”
Terra(Urabe) then paused as she imagined her true body undergoing a traditional magical girl sequence and wearing an elaborate cutesy outfit complete with frills and ribbons. True, she could dress up like that… once she got her body back. But the idea of just being able to say a funny phrase like ‘pi-piru-piru-piru-pi-piru-pi’ and be like that… it would certainly save a lot of time at the very least.
Her head lingered in the clouds as she imagined the possibilities of such a device, or one that just let her change her outfit on a whim. But before she could think about it too long, she was distracted by the sound of a grumbling stomach. Specifically, Urabe(Terra)’s growling stomach.
Urabe(Terra): “Oh, that’s right. Humans typically need to eat.”
Terra(Urabe): “Hey, as a robot, am I able to eat or—”
Urabe(Terra): “Of course you can. You won’t digest it, but you can still taste it.”
Terra(Urabe): “Wait, so you can eat… but don’t need to use the toilet?”
Urabe(Terra): “Of course. Why would anybody design a robot that even has an excrement system?”
Upon posing that mind-boggling question, Urabe(Terra) walked out the door, with a perplexed Terra(Urabe) chasing after her.
Part 05: Raiyne and Daisuke
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 13:13
Location: Casa del Dusk
Raiyne(Daisuke): “What the fuck am I doing?”
While Raiyne wasn’t a fan of profanity— she was an English teacher after all— there was no better reaction to her current predicament. She was sitting on the toilet, in an unfamiliar home, a hand wrapped around an erect 6 inch dick, moving her left hand in a firm jittery motion. But the part that was actually weird was the fact that it was her dick. Well, at least for the afternoon.
When she landed in this body by chance, she was determined to fulfill her promise to herself. To have a sexual experience as a man and… it was going swimmingly. Just looking at Daisuke’s dick, just thinking about it, was enough to get her going. And now, five minutes into just stroking this thing, her mind was absolutely in the gutter. Every time she shut her eyes, a different sexual fantasy appeared before her. But in all of them, she was the man she appeared to be. Whether it be fucking her ‘legal wife,’ fucking her best friend, or fucking… herself, they all got her going, got her heart racing, and made her deeply aware of who she now was physically.
It felt wrong. She should not be thinking these things and getting aroused. She consciously knew should stop— right now— before she finished. However, every other part of her mind told her no. She had already come so far… so she may as well cum.
With a final jumbled mingling of myriad fantasies, Raiyne(Daisuke) reached her limit. She let out a grunt as she came, and clenched her hand down on her dick, stopping the orgasm halfway through, and causing the pressure to build up inside her. It was a panicked reaction, but the sense of the hot semen billowing up within her, warming her body as her penis remained locked in this erect state… was far from unpleasant.
She savored this unique sensation for longer than she would care to admit… before releasing the last of her load, where it drizzled into the toilet below. Looking at her penis, she wondered if she would be compelled to go in for another round, only for it to steadily shrink and soften into a less demanding form.
A sigh of many emotions escaped her mouth as she stood up and nestled the penis within her briefs. As she made her way to the mirror, she couldn’t help but smile.
Raiyne(Daisuke): “I… I actually did it. That… If that’s what it feels like for a man a decade older than me, I’m scared to imagine what it would be like for a teenager.”
Despite saying she was scared to imagine such a thing, she proceeded to do that. She pictured herself in the body of one of the more attractive men she taught this past year, masturbating, becoming lost in the lust of adolescence. It was a rich, enticing, fantasy, and with two teenage boys in attendance here, she could make a similar fantasy into a reality…
After lingering on this concept for a second, Raiyne(Daisuke) splashed cold water onto her face, forcing her back into reality.
Raiyne(Daisuke): “Shit. At this rate, I won’t be able to help myself… For now Raiyne, just focus on being… Daisuke, and enjoy yourself. Enjoy being a man.”
With that brief pep talk, Raiyne(Daisuke) walked out of the bathroom with a damp face and hearty sigh… only to be immediately met with the sight of her original body. Except, it was not dressed the way she last saw it. Instead of her usual professional wear, her body was dressed in a pair of shorts so short that they were closer to underwear and a midriff revealing cobalt blue tank top. The sight caused her to pause. On one hand, it was something so revealing that it would violate any school dress code, even those without uniforms. On the other hand… she couldn’t deny that her original body looked pretty hot.
So hot that she couldn’t help but gawk at it, looking at it from head to toe, and feeling another erection swell behind her briefs… before being interrupted by the man currently inside her body
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Hey, Raiyne, my eyes are up here.”
She panicked as she realized what she was doing and how uncouth her behavior must look from his perspective. Rather than acknowledge this, Raiyne(Daisuke) decided to shoot the conversation into another direction.
Raiyne(Daisuke): “I… It… Why did you change in the first place?”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “There wasn’t any rule against changing clothes, and Verde has a robust wardrobe in one of the bedrooms. Your business casual look was nice… but if I’m going to be a woman like you for a while, I wanted to wear something a little more flashy.”
Raiyne(Daisuke): “If you wanted to change into something flashy, you could have just stripped down to my swimsuit.”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Haruki insisted that I dress up a little. For whatever reason, she just loves the idea of dressing me up, and has even gotten Paz and Shiaka to agree with her. I resisted at first, but I think I’m starting to see their point. I never thought too much about clothes, and just stuck with the dress code wherever I worked. But after two instances of ‘dress up time’ I’m starting to see the appeal.”
Daisuke(Raiyne) then took a moment to look over his current form, looking past his boobs while stretching his arms above his head. Raiyne(Daisuke) could not tell if she should feel objectified or complimented by the way he looked at her original body. And with her libido still primed, she could not look away from the sight of Daisuke(Raiyne) flashing her with her flat belly.
Daisuke(Raiyne): “…And from the looks of it, you enjoy how your body looks in these clothes.”
Raiyne(Daisuke): “W-Where did you get that idea from?”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Raiyne, we both can tell what’s going on in your pants.”
Her face twisted into a scowl and with her new masculine visage, her frustration was only exemplified. Raiyne(Daisuke) was in a corner, and rather than fight against it, she merely accepted this ‘defeat.’
Raiyne(Daisuke): “I… I’m aroused by my own body, yes. I never was before, but… just being someone else, having different proportions of chemicals running through a different brain within a different body, it… does something to me.”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “It took you this long to figure that out?”
Raiyne(Daisuke): “I’ve… only switched bodies with Caroline. Within her body, I certainly felt different, but the change was never this… dramatic. Everything feels so much more sexual as a man.”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Hm. Most of the girls seem to agree with you, but most of the boys seem to think the opposite. It appears that the changes— the new sensations— are what give way to this sexually adventurous attitude, as people are less able to understand and resist their new biological urges. Arousal is one of the most powerful sensations a human can experience, so it’s hardly any wonder why the Swap Posse has become such a… polycule.”
Raiyne(Daisuke): “…Daisuke, are you coming onto me?”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “I guess I’m making an offer. But you might not want to lose your virginity with your own body—”
Raiyne(Daisuke) fell into the wall behind her as she heard that, but quickly regained her composure despite the unfamiliar footing.
Raiyne(Daisuke): “W-Who told you that? I… I’ll have you know that I have had sex before, so—”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Verde told me you might say that. But having… memories of an alternate universe version of yourself having sex is not the same as the real thing.”
Raiyne(Daisuke): “I… Well, I’m sure that Paz wouldn’t—”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Like I said, this is a polycule, and I think you are well read enough to know what that means. I’ve already spoken about this with Paz, and we’re both willing to let the other do whatever they want sexually, so long as we remain honest with each other. You can keep trying to dodge the question, or… you could give me an answer.”
Daisuke(Raiyne) then drew closer to his swap partner, planting his hands onto the wall while looking at his former face. Within Raiyne’s body, he was ever so slightly taller than her, allowing him to look down into his original body’s blue eyes.
Daisuke(Raiyne): “If you would like to have sex with me as you and with you as me, then all you need to do is say yes. Don’t worry about this or that. Just follow your heart.”
If Raiyne(Daisuke) were to follow her dick, she would barrel her way into the nearest bedroom and see what her new equipment could really do. She had never considered her original body to be as attractive as it was at this very moment, and while part of her screamed ‘that’s me’ the other part of her screamed ‘she’s hot, fuck her.’
If she were being honest with herself, she would have rushed into this opportunity, but the repressed side of her was too strong, and when the time came to fuck or flee… she fled back into the bathroom. Raiyne(Daisuke)stripped down to her swimming trunks and, with a bare chest and erect member before her, she started fantasizing once again and stroking, faster than ever before.
As she engaged in this behavior, Daisuke(Raiyne) leaned against a wall, looking through Raiyne’s phone as he waited for the inevitable to happen. A look of disappointment could be seen across his darker visage, but the quick dopamine hit from sifting through someone else’s phone was enough to brighten up his mood. Seeing what books she had read or was reading. What her most played albums were. Or just how she organized her work and personal matters on her home screen, it was all a deeply personal thing that helped fill in gaps in his understanding of the woman he appeared to be.
After four minutes of this, the door opened once again, and Raiyne(Daisuke) wandered out, her clothes folded and wearing only a pair of boring gray swimming trunks.
Raiyne(Daisuke): “I’m going out for a swim. I… want to try swimming without any breasts getting in my way.”
Despite the feigned confidence in her voice, Daisuke(Raiyne) could tell that she was just looking for an excuse to get away.
Daisuke(Raiyne): “That sounds like a good idea. I tried swimming as Paz on Monday, but I was too… nervous to really enjoy it.”
Daisuke(Raiyne) then shoved his phone into his modest cleavage before taking his hands to his shorts, sliding them over his hips and onto the floor before pulling off his top to reveal his bikini-clad breasts. Raiyne(Daisuke) averted her eyes as her original body stripped, but once Daisuke(Raiyne) was done, he grabbed onto her arm, pressing his boobs into her biceps.
Raiyne(Daisuke): “Let’s drop off our clothes somewhere and head to the pool… together.”
With her light face becoming pink with embarrassment, Raiyne(Daisuke) muttered a “sure” before stiffly walking through the house with her original body attached to her. Though she could not see it, Daisuke(Raiyne) let out a snide smile as they made their way through the house, optimistic that he could crack her before the day’s end.
Part 06: Zoe and Vivi
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 13:30
Location: Casa del Dusk
The act of swimming is simultaneously one of the best forms of exercise one can get… and a great way to gauge if your body’s out of shape. Zoe(Vivi), fresh from his fourth lap in his borrowed body, realized this body, most certainly, was not in shape. As he let the exhaustion flow through his body, he looked down at his current form. The curly red hair was falling into his face and into his green eyes, while his small freckled form was wrapped in a one piece that matched his eyes.
He could tell that this body was not unhealthy just from being in it. But performing any intensive act was twice as hard as it was in his usual body, and his stamina reserves were only half as plentiful. Everything felt heavier, required more effort, and as the sun beamed down at him from the clear sky above, it even felt hotter than it should.
Zoe(Vivi) contrasted these senses with the sight of his original body as it swam through the pool, moving with approximately 85% of the proficiency he normally had, and already on its tenth lap. Rather than just look at Vivi(Zoe) working her new body, Zoe(Vivi) stepped out of the pool and grabbed a sparkling water from the cooler nearby. He sat on a pool chair as he sipped this carbonated drink, feeling a trickle of life return to his exhausted body.
He could have just sat there and drank in silence, but with a different set of vocal cords at his disposal, he decided to speak his mind, talking into his phone as he composed a voice memo.
Zoe(Vivi): “Never would I have expected to have the most popular body of this group… but I suppose it makes sense. I have always done much to take care of myself. From my exercise routine to my diet. And with my family genetics, I have a stature that allows me to tower over others. However, I never anticipated the demand being this high, to the point where I’ve barely been myself for 24 waking hours since Sunday afternoon. I suppose this is acceptable, as it means I get to be a wide variety of women with different body types. But the push and pull of constantly swapping bodies, of not being able to settle into a new form, a new life, is a far more bizarre experience than living as one other person.”
With his throat growing slightly parched, Zoe(Vivi) paused to take a prolonged sip from the can in his left hand.
Zoe(Vivi): “My mother, Maxxie, Shiaka, Haruki, Caroline, and now Vivi. Without question, there is variety there, but this leaves me unsure as to how to analyze this. What factors I should consider and describe. Examining the differences and minutiae of one person’s life is one thing, but it becomes a truly daunting task when trying to do so many, so quickly, without a return to my ‘normal state.'”
Vivi(Zoe): “Not to be rude, but isn’t that the whole point of having access to a body switcher? The ability to escape from your ‘normal state?'”
As Zoe(Vivi) focused on his memo, Vivi(Zoe) sat on the chair next to him, a burger in her hand. She took a ‘man-sized’ bite out of it, chewing it somewhat before speaking.
Vivi(Zoe): “So, is this some sort of journal you’re maintaining?”
Zoe(Vivi): “Yes, actually. And due to the difficulties of typing with a different set of hands, I have relegated myself to using voice memos for the time being. Plus, I can record my thoughts while away from a computer. I would ask for your initial impressions, but I can tell you’re already enjoying yourself.”
Before replying, Vivi(Zoe) downed the last of her burger, swallowing it with a cough before responding.
Vivi(Zoe): “You bet your ass I am! I thought Anita’s body was strong, but with yours, I feel like I could do damn near anything with next to no effort. Normally, just running around is enough to leave me tired, but with this body, I feel like I could go all day before collapsing. Well, so long as I get enough food and water. I don’t know what you’re doing to keep this body in shape, but it feels like a dream. I’d hop back in the water right now… but unless you have a literal iron stomach, I don’t want to risk a cramp after eating.”
Normally, that would be an immense level of praise for someone to be received, but for Zoe(Vivi), he’s been hearing it all week. However, from the bright smile on his original body’s face, and knowing about Vivi’s performance in school, he saw an opportunity to make this more than just a conversation.
Zoe(Vivi): “Say, Vivi, how would you feel about helping me with a project? I am unsure as to what the best format would be, but I want to create something that analyzes the differences found in inhabiting another body. How it affects one’s self, how it changes their views on the opposite sex, age, race, and every matter of things. It is a daunting process, and I would like to recruit help from—”
Vivi(Zoe): “—You can stop trying to convince me. Of course I want to help you with whatever this project is. If anything, I’d feel insulted if you didn’t ask for my input. I was thinking about doing something like this all week, but if you’ve already got something started, then I’ll just jump on whatever you’ve got.”
Zoe(Vivi): “You say that as if I have a firm foundation, when I truly do not. There is no academic literature to build on when it comes to swapping bodies, so we need to build the foundation ourselves.”
Vivi(Zoe): “So, despite being fresh out of high school, we’re basically doing a Master’s thesis?”
Zoe(Vivi): “I would be thrilled if we could achieve something of that quality.”
Vivi(Zoe): “Aim for something on part with at least a good Master’s thesis. There are plenty of B- students who make a shitty thesis that does the job, but says nothing. Let’s make something good enough to get published.”
Zoe(Vivi): “That… seems awfully high. We would need help from a professional who—”
Vivi(Zoe): “—We have resources all around us. Miss Underwood is swimming in the pool right there, and if there’s anyone we know who can write a good paper, it’s her.”
The two paused to look at Raiyne(Daisuke) and Daisuke(Raiyne) in the water, with Raiyne(Daisuke) swimming through the water as fast as she could, while Daisuke(Raiyne) took a more lax approach.
Vivi(Zoe): “And sure, our sample size is pretty damn small, but we’ll have plenty of people to interview and ask questions to.”
Zoe(Vivi): “You are correct, Vivi. I believe we can do this… but I’m not even sure if we have a good hypothesis yet. We don’t have a plan for our research, anything that we are specifically trying to measure, or—”
Vivi(Zoe): “Zoe, you do realize we’re at a party, right?”
When confronted with this obvious fact, Zoe(Vivi) took his final sip from his can of sparkling water.
Zoe(Vivi): “Yes, yes. Sometimes research requires investigating something without any idea what you will find. It is not as orderly as pursuing an objective, but if all research were so simple, there would be nothing left to discover.”
Vivi(Zoe): “Exactly. …But going back to this being a party, do you know what we’re supposed to do here? I’m not really much of a party person.”
Zoe(Vivi): “Heh. Now you’re sounding like me.”
Vivi(Zoe): “Yeah… In fact, that gets me thinking. You and your friends tried a week-long swap to start things up, right?”
Zoe(Vivi): “Yes. I switched bodies with Shiaka, and she impersonated me pretty well. Though, I would imagine you could impersonate me a bit better.”
Vivi(Zoe): “Is that an offer to do a week-long swap?”
Zoe(Vivi): “No. You would have to fight with most women here to get my body for that long. Besides, everyone will be able to tell who you really are just by pointing the VD 2.0 at you. Though, once we start college, then perhaps that would be a good time to arrange something like that…”
Vivi(Zoe): “Good to hear. I’ve only been in this body for, what, two hours, but if I could sign up for a month-long swap now, I would.”
Zoe(Vivi): “That… Hmm… The prospects of a long-term swap are interesting. It raises questions about whether one’s sense of self could change to better match their body. How long would it take for someone to view a non-original body as their body and view their original body as foreign or unfamiliar?”
Vivi(Zoe): “Zoe, again, you’re at a party, so… party!”
Without any warning, Vivi(Zoe) lifted Zoe(Vivi) from off his chair and carried him over to the edge of the pool. Zoe(Vivi) made stunned protests to this sudden action, but before he could formulate an objection, he found himself flying through the air, before slamming into the pool back-first.
Upon impact, Zoe(Vivi) sank down to the bottom of the pool, where he regained his footing before emerging back to the surface, coughing as he cleared his lungs. Once he could see, he looked up at Vivi(Zoe), wearing a smug expression on her borrowed face as she towered above the man she just tossed. Part of Zoe(Vivi) wanted to lash out at her… but then he felt someone grab his shoulder, and turned to see Eleanore Flare in Anita’s body.
Elly(Anita): “Hey, Vi! So nice of you to join us where it’s wet and wild. While you’re here, would you mind being my buddy?”
Zoe(Vivi) tilted his head at this curious request, before seeing Babs(Shiaka) propped up on Abigale(Jade)’s shoulders. Meaning it was time for a game of chicken! Or ‘chicken fight’ if you wish to be more formal about an informal game.
He had every justification to refuse… but with a sigh, Zoe(Vivi) decided to just roll with the flow.
Zoe(Vivi): “Sure thing, Anita. Let’s show these two who’s boss!”
Elly(Anita): “Now you’re talking!”
Rather than lowering herself to lift up Zoe(Vivi), which would make sense considering the height and weight difference between the two, Elly(Anita) instead hopped onto her ‘teammate.’ Finagling her legs over his shoulders as his head bobbed up and down into the water, before securely standing up.
Zoe(Vivi): “What the hell are you doing? You’re 20 centimeters and 15 kilograms heavier than me!”
Elly(Anita): “Exactly! I’ll be able to knock off little Shi-Shi no problem!”
Zoe(Vivi): “Yeah, not if I sink under your weight!”
Elly(Anita): “Then quit complaining and hark onwards, horse!”
Zoe(Vivi): “That’s not even what the position is called!”
Elly(Anita): “Then swim! Trust in me, and victory shall be ours!”
Filled with the sort of frustration that could only be let out by blowing bubbles in the pool, Zoe(Vivi) mushed forward, struggling to keep his head above the water, as he made way to the opponent team. He stared down Abigale(Jade) as best he could, while Elly(Anita) and Babs(Shiaka) stared down at each other before finally muttering “go.”
From there, they grabbed each other’s arms… only for Elly(Anita) to toss her opponent’s arms to the side, grab her by the armpits, and shove her off her partner’s shoulders.
Elly(Anita): “Ohohohoho! With a body like this, you two are hardly a challenge. Rise up and try again, because you’ll need to be more creative to defeat me!”
Right as Elly(Anita) finished her boasting, Zoe(Vivi) pulled her off his shoulders, sending her falling down into the water below.
Zoe(Vivi): “How about you try letting ‘Shiaka’ fight someone on a more even playing field with her. Does that sound like a challenge?”
Elly(Anita): “Fiiiine! But don’t disappoint me and lose right out the gate, Vi.”
As he replied, Zoe(Vivi) climbed up onto Elly(Anita)’s shoulders, getting into position for round two.
Zoe(Vivi): “I might not have the body I’m used to, but the key to victory in any game is not strength, nor speed, it’s skill. So come on, show me what you’ve got!”
Their opponents then rose from the watery abyss, fire burning in both their eyes as they drew closer.
Abigale(Jade): “Skill? What do you know about skill? No matter the body, my cunning is unmatched, and it shall be your downfall! Shiaka, on my shoulders, now!”
With a nod, Babs(Shiaka) did just that, getting on Abigale(Jade)’s shoulders, where she proudly placed her fists on her hips.
Babs(Shiaka): “You caught us off-guard last time, but now, we’re ready for revenge! Come Jade! Let’s show these two the power of two roughhousing veterans!”
With eight vibrant eyes, all beaming with determination, the ultimate chicken fight truly began!
…But we still have four more pairs to explore, so…
Part 07: Paz and Gem
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 13:50
Location: Casa del Dusk
With the pool transformed into a battle arena, a small group gathered around to cheer on their choice of team, who were giving their all in this battle of determination! …Except for the duo of Paz(Gem) and Gem(Paz), who casually sat at a picnic table, watching the water sport while enjoying chicken skewers. They were both in their bathing suits, with Paz(Gem) wearing a set of red trunks with a tropical white pattern, while Gem(Paz) was in a simple white bikini that contrasted against his light brown skin.
After Paz(Gem) finished plopping everything off of her skewer and down her manly gullet, she coyly turned to her swap partner.
Paz(Gem): “So, Gem, is there any real reason you weren’t friends with Shiaka in school. It seems like the two of you could have gotten along pretty well.”
Gem(Paz): “I only knew of Shiaka from afar, from her reputation as a kind and reclusive young woman, and it did not seem proper for me to befriend her without due reason. Besides, we only ever had a few classes together.”
Paz(Gem) looked down at her stature as she contemplated how her youngest daughter might react to a young man like him. Or, at the moment, her. She had a notable gut poking out from her chest, and even while sitting, she was made adequately aware of her impressive height, standing nearly a foot taller than she normally did. If the Shiaka from a few years ago were confronted with someone like this, someone so large, she might have been… intimidated.
Which was not to say that Paz(Gem) felt intimidating or dominating within this form. If anything, it felt… comfortable. She felt a sense of strength flowing through her, not dissimilar to when she was in her husband’s body. But it also had the comforting layer of weight she experienced during her time in Haruki’s body. Sure, the height was a bit surprising at times, but after spending time in Daisuke’s taller form, the increase did not feel that extreme. She just had to be a bit more careful when moving around a world with less ‘wiggle room’ for her.
Paz(Gem): “So, would you say you are open to becoming her friend now that you have more of a connection?”
Gem(Paz): “Why, of course! I would have been most pleased to be friendly with her, but she limited her conversations to teachers, Jade, Maxxie, and Zoe. If she were so willing, I would be jovial to join her on any manner of playdates.”
Paz(Gem): “Playdates?”
Gem(Paz): “Yes, playdates. Though, I supposed the more mature manner of phrasing it is ‘hanging out’ though the etymology of that phrase has never made much sense to me. Why would one choose to hang when they could play?”
Paz(Gem): “Hahahaha! Gem… You really are true to your name. There is something about you that just… shines. You… have to be one of the most unique people I have ever met.”
Gem(Paz): “Why, thank you for your kindness and understanding, Miss Paz.”
Paz(Gem): “You know, you don’t need to call me Miss. Just Paz is fine. It’s weird saying this about my daughter and her friends, but… we’re all adults here. And with how… intimate everything is, any formality seems inappropriate.”
Gem(Paz): “Many apologies. I am fully aware of my numerous eccentricities, but it is simply how I am most comfortable expressing myself. I am fortunate that those around me here are understanding of my mannerisms. Though… not everyone is.”
As Paz(Gem) looked over at Gem(Paz), his face wrapped in sorrow, she wrapped her arms around him in a cozy hug.
Paz(Gem): “Oh, you poor thing. I hoped that Oransen was a place where things like this didn’t happen, but I guess I was just being naive…”
Gem(Paz): “Oransen is not a bad place, Paz. The school district has been very accommodating with my individual education plan, and the Illinois Department of Rehabilitation Services is even offering me assistance with paying for college.”
Paz(Gem): “Oh… so, this must be something more formal and—”
Gem(Paz): “It is autism spectrum disorder. They have attempted to assign me with numerous similar developmental disabilities over the years, but different professionals have different interpretations.”
Paz(Gem): “Well, it’s lovely to know that the school and state are willing to help you, but… people are different. Most people are kind and accepting if given the right prompt, but all it takes is a few unkind people to make the world very hard for you. All because they don’t want to see from your perspective, all because they were abused into wanting a worse world. I understand that people like you, Gem, see the world in different hues, and I think that is a beautiful thing, that your perspective should be cherished and celebrated as a natural wonder. I just hope you keep getting the tools you need to become your best self.”
Gem(Paz): “…If we still weren’t hugging, I’d be wrapping you in a hug so tight that it hurts!”
With a chuckle, Paz(Gem) broke off her hug with Gem(Paz), but the two remained sitting side by side.
Paz(Gem): “Sorry if I got a little preachy here, but between all the accommodations we had to make for Shiaka and Haruki, this is all very important to me. And it’s something I’ve become more… aware of ever since I became a language teacher. I see all sorts of people, from ages eight to eighty, who want to learn more, who want to be fluent, who want to be able to converse with others in another language. As I teach them, I get to know them, I learn their stories, and many of them come to me because… the public education system was not there for them. It presented something that they could not follow. Whether it just be a learning style that does not work within a classroom, or a fear of appearing stupid in front of a class of their peers. I always urge my students that there is no stupid question and implore them to ask me. But some people… have been rejected so many times, they don’t feel like they can ask for help.”
Gem(Paz): “I believe I have the opposite problem. Ever since I was a small child, I had a habit of asking many questions, more than any other student in the class. All because I wanted to learn more than what was said.”
Paz(Gem): “An inquisitive mind is a wonderful thing. If you felt comfortable asking so many questions in school, your parents must have raised you well.”
Gem(Paz): “Oh, they did, very much so! They were always happy to explain or show things to me when requested. They made me who I am, in more ways than two!”
Paz(Gem): “More than two? What does… nevermind.”
As the conversation drifted to a close, Gem(Paz) stood up and walked to the nearest cooler, pulling out a can of coconut flavored sparkling water before returning to his swap partner’s side. He cracked it open, taking a large swig of it before gingerly planting it down on the table. Despite being a teenage boy, he carried himself with a comfort and confidence befitting a woman of Paz’s age, and left her momentarily dazed at the sight.
Paz(Gem): “You… are certainly comfortable in my body, aren’t you?”
Gem(Paz): “Is that not part of the point? Growing comfortable within a body is a way to immerse yourself in being someone else, and is an intrinsic appeal of a body swap, at least for me. It is like acting, taking the opportunity to be someone, but the special effects makeup is real!”
Paz(Gem): “…Gem, I know you’ve been asked this question dozens of times this past month, but what do you plan to do when you’re done with college?”
Gem(Paz): “Well, my father has a profession as a handyman, and specializes in home construction. Everything from a kitchen renovation to installing new floors to painting to tiling roofs. He is an immensely skilled man, and I admire what he is able to do. However, he is currently 51-years-old, and is experiencing a decline in physical ability. As such, I would like to assist him in his work, learn from him directly, and succeed him. It is a traditional succession of careers, but it is work with a clear end product, and requires specialized skills that, according to my father, I learn rather quickly.”
Paz(Gem): “…If that is the case, then why are you going to college, and not pursuing an apprenticeship of some sort?”
Gem(Paz): “My father was unable to obtain formal education for himself, and believes I am too intelligent to not pursue a degree and every morsel of knowledge that comes with it. However, I intend on helping my father while attending university, of course.”
Gem(Paz)’s formal answer was surprising to Paz(Gem), as she was used to students being more uncertain as to what their future would be. But Gem… sounded extremely sure of himself.
Paz(Gem): “Well, you certainly have things figured out. When I was your age, I didn’t have any clue what I was going to do, and took the first job I could get…”
Gem(Paz): “Well, just because I have an intended route, that does not mean I shall be permitted to trail upon it. Life is rife with uncertainties, and mayhaps my time as other people, particularly those elder enough to manifest my conception, will alter my perspective.”
Gem(Paz) ended his comment with a laugh, grabbing his can of sparkling water with his eyes closed, only for his softer hands to slip on the can, damp from condensation. This sent the can flying, where the coconut water sprayed across his chest before landing in between his cleavage.
The pair lingered on this sight for a solid second, staring at the vaguely phallic object poking from Gem(Paz)’s boobs. Combined with the wet, vaguely white, fluid, this sight held an undeniably erotic undertone.
Gem(Paz): “Oh beans. I knew I was going to fumble upon something, eventually. Many apologies Paz, but your hands are far more slender than mine. I shall douse myself with the hose!”
With that, Gem(Paz) left the table behind and walked back toward the house, searching for the aforementioned hose, all while dripping with white-ish water. Paz(Gem) continued to linger on the sight of her original body as it walked away, her eyes transfixed on Gem(Paz)’s ass as he performed a ladylike jaunt.
The sight alone was enough to send Paz(Gem)’s teenage boy body into a tizzy, with the penis folded beneath the linings of her trunk pressing up against the fabric in a visible erection. Her eyes drifted downward at this reaction, and let out a strained groan.
Paz(Gem): “If I keep doing this… what will happen to me? I shouldn’t be getting aroused at the sight of my own body, in the body of a boy nearly 30 years younger than me… so why does it feel so good?”
As Paz(Gem) tried to find a way to comfortably manage her burgeoning boner, she felt a wet hand slap against her broad back in a vibrant fwap. Turning her head, she saw her husband, still within Raiyne’s body, dripping wet after some time in the pool. He slid next to her, wrapping a damp arm around her broad shoulders.
Daisuke(Raiyne): “To borrow a phrase from Haruki, ‘if it feels so good, then it can’t be wrong.’ We’re not supposed to fight our urges, we’re supposed to fall into them. Isn’t that what you girls were telling me during our little fashion show the other day?”
Paz(Gem)’s mind flashed back to when she and her daughters placed Daisuke in Shiaka’s body, urging him to put on a fashion show to ’embrace his girlier side.’ In Paz’s defense, it was Haruki’s idea, though she played along with it all the same.
Paz(Gem): “Are… Are you sure? I barely know Gem, and while he’s a nice young man, it feels wrong to use his body like this. He’s so young, so kind, and—”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Paz, this is all something we agreed to, and it’s not like Gem hasn’t been through the wringer yet. I heard from Elly what he did last Sunday. He knows what he’s doing… and you can tell.”
Paz(Gem) and Daisuke(Raiyne) looked over past a series of bushes to see Gem(Paz) with the hose. He was showering himself with the water while caressing his form, particularly his boobs, and peeking past his bikini with the hose. Despite seeming like such a clean-cut young man, he was still as perverted as any teenager.
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Hey, what do you think when you look at me?”
Paz(Gem) swished her head over to her husband, and immediately stared at his boobs, wrapped within two strips of cobalt cloth, still wet from his time in the pool. Looking up, she saw a mischievous smile on his deep brown face, the color offset by his bright sapphire eyes.
Paz(Gem): “I… think we’re going to need to get a bit more adventurous.”
Daisuke(Raiyne): “Really? So, you’d be open to arranging a few ‘swap dates’ with our friends here? Or, are you struggling to contain your masculine energy yet again?”
The snide smirk on Daisuke(Raiyne)’s face was more than enough to knock Paz(Gem) off the edge. She could not contain herself, and rather than responding, she smacked her lips onto Daisuke(Raiyne)’s face, and her hands to the back of his head, rubbing her thick fingers through his damp black hair. They remained locked in this state for a prolonged batch of seconds, before Paz(Gem) relented and offered her single word answer.
Paz(Gem): “…Both.”
Daisuke(Raiyne) smiled at her response, broke free from her grip, and grabbed her hand, whisking her inside of Casa del Dusk for a little bit of lovemaking.
Part 08: Verde and Caroline
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 14:14
Location: Casa del Dusk
With the party veering into its third hour, still going strong, and most of the catered food already eaten, Verde took it upon herself to be the grillmaster of the party. She wore Caroline’s original body with a level of visible comfort. Tucking her blonde hair into a stylish high ponytail, wearing nothing more than a sky blue bikini covered with an apron that designated her not as the ‘grillmaster’ but the ‘gurlmaster.’ Which was at least somewhat true. She was proficient at ka-girling people after all.
With a final sliding of a burger patty onto a plate, she turned down the heat of the barbecue, wiping the sweat from her forehead before grabbing a plate full of grilled treats. With the panache of a seasoned diner waitress, she placed the plate at the end of what became the main ‘eating table.’ Where Elly(Anita), Shiaka(Babs), Anita(Elly) and Abigale(Jade) were all in the midst of polishing off the last batch.
The four muffled thanks between bites before Verde(Caroline) gave them a goofy salute and walked to the kitchen to grab more food to cook. As she breached past the door, she was interrupted by her swap partner, Caroline(Verde). She was already stripped down to her green two piece, showing off her skinny, bony, body that… looked almost inadequate next to her original form’s plentifully sized breasts.
Caroline(Verde): “Excuse me, Verde, but I have a question.”
Verde(Caroline): “Aim, shoot, and hope for the best!”
Caroline(Verde): “…What?”
Verde(Caroline): “What’s the question, Caroline Ver. Verde?”
Caroline(Verde): “Why are you going to the trouble to make this food, when you could just poof it into existence? It wouldn’t be the first time you did that…”
Their conversation continued as Verde(Caroline) walked into the kitchen, pulling out the next batch of food from the fridge.
Verde(Caroline): “Yes, I could snap my fingers and make more food than we could possibly eat, but where’s the fun in it? I wanna cook, so I’m gonna cook!”
Caroline(Verde): “O-Okay, but is that the best use of your time in my body? I figured you were an expert in these things, but it doesn’t seem—”
Verde(Caroline): “Oh Caroline, you babe swaddled in the rich cashmere of ignorance! From the simple act of preparing food, I am able to experience everything. The way the wind brushes against my face, briskly basking every contour. The way the bikini wraps around my most tender areas, stimulating them ever so slightly with each abrupt movement. The way the apron snugly ties around my waistline, shifting with every rotation of my form. The way my butt and breasts perfectly balance each other out, creating a form that is buoyant while being neither top nor bottom heavy! The way my voice echoes through this skull, gaining a new meaning and tone. Or the many muscles that I feel just from flipping a damn veggie burger! Everything is an experience, and even the most mundane of acts is a treasure trove of new sensations, new feelings, new… everything.”
Caroline(Verde): “…Wow. I guess I should’ve expected as much from you. After all, you are the inventor of a body swap remote.”
The chipper attitude of Verde(Caroline) crashed like a plane with no wings at that remark, leading her to storm out of the kitchen and into the backyard, a platter of food in tow.
Verde(Caroline): “It is not a remote. It is a device. A doohickey! A thingamabob! A doodad! But not a remote! This shit ain’t Writing.com. It ain’t Press-Switch. And it ain’t Stu— Wait, no, Eliza didn’t get started on that shit until July….”
Caroline(Verde): “W-Who’s Eliza?”
Verde(Caroline): “A key part of the canon, but irrelevant in this Scenario.”
The look of confusion on Caroline(Verde)’s face was so powerful it could kill a small mammal. However, Verde(Caroline) was immune to such a technique.
Caroline(Verde): “E-Enough talking about my body, let’s talk about your body.”
Verde(Caroline): “I pretty much know what you’re going to say, so just spray and pray, sweet Caroline.”
Caroline(Verde): “…Well, I guess my first question is your… proportions. You made yourself very tell, about 180 centimeters—”
Verde(Caroline): “181 centimeters, to the millimeter.”
As Verde(Caroline) corrected her swap partner, she threw the platter of food on the grill and began grillmaster-ing.
Caroline(Verde): “But you kept the rest of your body rather… thin and flat.”
Verde(Caroline): “I love me some fat titties and big asses, but when it came to my default form, I decided to go with what was right.”
Caroline(Verde): “What was… ‘right?'”
Verde(Caroline): “That body is based on the body I would have had if I was assigned-female-at-birth— or AFAB if you wanna adopt lingo that’s not gonna be mainstream for… five years? Point is, if I was born a cis girl, with a pussy, XX chromosomes, and all that good shit, that body is what I would have looked like. …Well, except for the skin tone. I changed it from dull ivory to a cozy olive.”
Caroline(Verde): “I was about to ask about that. Your skin is fairly dark, so… are you White or—”
Verde(Caroline): “I don’t fucking know! Race is just some made up bullshit, and the rules keep on changing all the time. So, are you going to keep questioning my sculpture, or are you gonna give me a review. And feel free to give me a score outta ten. I’m emotionally mature enough to stomach a 3 outta 10.”
Caroline(Verde) had not expected to be prompted to give a review out of the blue like this, so she spent a few seconds stammering before finally latching onto a conversation thread.
Caroline(Verde): “Well… I guess the first body I would compare it to is Jade’s. You both have a similar build, but you’re taller, have straighter hair, and some… features of age. It definitely feels older than Jade’s body, but I guess that’s because you’re 33—”
Verde(Caroline): “I’m 33-years-old, but the body you’re wearing is physically only 25. It’s the peak age for a lot of things, and is before the slump where shit starts hurting. Abigale’s a GILF, but she’s physically 25, while Urabe is… a robot, but her physical age is about 20.”
Caroline(Verde): “I… I’ll try to keep that in mind. But as for your body, it… it is definitely comfortable, but it seems to be lacking a certain…”
Verde(Caroline): “Asset? It doesn’t have Shiaka’s daintiness or honkers. It doesn’t have Jade’s youthful energy. And it doesn’t have Babs’s sexual dynamism. I get it. So, what, are you settling for a middling 5 outta 10?”
Caroline(Verde): “I don’t think it would be that low. Your body is perfectly comfortable, and swimming felt great with your tall and… modest features—”
Verde(Caroline): “Don’t patronize me, you blondie! Well, I guess I’m the blondie at the moment, but blonde is a state of mind. Just say I’m flat and be done with it.”
Caroline(Verde): “…6.5 out of 10? Alright, but not great?”
Verde(Caroline): “Exactly what I was expecting! Again, I could have made it a 10 outta 10 like Abigale, but… shit just doesn’t front my vibe, ya dig?”
Caroline(Verde): “Uh… yes?”
Verde(Caroline): “Good answer!”
The conversation came to a pause as Verde(Caroline) took the opportunity to flip the food over and hum what would be a hit song in the next few years.
Caroline(Verde): “Say, about those VD 2.0s, do you have any future plans for it? I know you have given them to all of us, and we have permission to use it as we please, but what about—”
Verde(Caroline): “Look honey buns, the very idea of distributing a VD 2.0 to people across the world is enough to make my pussy DANK! Well, your pussy at the moment. However… I’m reluctant to do that, as it would break this world and transform it into something wildly different from what it is scheduled to blossom into. Perhaps that would be a good idea for another Scenario, but… I don’t think you want your world to break out in another war, after a decade of peace everywhere… outside Africa. Is that right?”
Caroline(Verde): “So… distributing VD 2.0s widely would cause wars, but keeping it among small groups should not significantly change anything?”
As Caroline(Verde) spoke, Verde(Caroline) plucked a weiner from the grill and took a big chomp out of it, gnashing her teeth past the skin and chewing up the freshly cooked meat.
Verde(Caroline): “You got it! Now, is there anything you’ve got the munchies for? And don’t worry about gaining weight, all the sex we’re gonna have this summer will burn it off like nothing.”
Looking down at the feast of options before her, Caroline(Verde) grabbed a plain chunk of grilled chicken, plopping it onto a plate.
Caroline(Verde): “When the world around you is crazy, sometimes the simplest option is the best…”
Part 09: Kenneth and Natasha
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 14:30
Location: Casa del Dusk
Within the expansive halls of Casa del Dusk, in an isolated room, tucked away in the furthest corner from the backyard, the pair of Ken and Natasha were getting ready to make the most of their bodies.
Ken(Natasha) was in the ensuite bathroom, stripping off his one piece swimsuit to reveal the body he had become generally familiar with the past two hours, and what he saw… was in line with his expectations. His breasts were sagging, his gut extended past his torso, and tufts of fat could easily be grabbed from just about anywhere beneath his head.
The woman he saw staring back at him in the mirror was a woman his own age, not nearly a decade younger like his wife. However, the sight did not titillate or excite him. Hell, even the taboo of seeing one of his employees naked was wholly lost on him. Instead, as he stared at the pale and flabby skin he now wore, he felt a sense of disappointment. It was not the shape that necessarily dissuaded him— he was not that vain— but the sense that this body was simply… not taken care of properly. Yet, even as he looked at the sad expression on his face, he knew he could not back down from this commitment. It would not be right, and it would set a sour mood that he knows would just muck everything up.
With a groan through his fairly deep yet distinctly female voice, Ken(Natasha) opened the bathroom door to see Natasha(Ken). She had long since stripped off her trunks and was basking over her body, a sinister glimmer flickering through her eyes.
She compared the sight to the only other man she had the opportunity to embody. While not as muscular or refined as her son’s, it was bigger, hairier, staunchly unlike her own form in nearly every facet, and carried with it a sense of power. Just from looking at it, from flaring her nostrils open to take in her new masculine musk, but it was also more than that. This was the body of Ken Flare. Of a man whose success she was reminded of every day when she toiled for him. Before she was a mere peon, a cog in his machine, but now… she was him.
Natasha(Ken) only looked up from her current form as the bathroom door closed, revealing her original form in all of its… lowliness. It was shorter, it was weaker, and as she looked at it from this new higher perspective, without any clothes to hide its shame, the first word that came to her mind was ugly.
Still, she looked at the form like a feral wolf looking at a discarded steak. It might be dirty and covered with the print of a workman’s boot, with blood seeping from its flesh, but as a ravenous beast, anything would do.
Ken(Natasha) was too wise to ignore this, but rather than flee or barter, he simply splayed himself onto the bed.
Ken(Natasha): “Okay Natasha, let’s do this before I change my mind.”
His lack of enthusiasm would be a turnoff for any caring lover, but Natasha(Ken) was beyond care. She was already fully erect by the time her swap partner waltzed in, and now that he was presenting himself, she pounced upon him with an audible snarl.
Her technique was rough, fierce, and carried with it an aggression that left Ken(Natasha) stunned as he felt a new layer of this body, as he felt his fat gyrate and bob. His hands were pinned down by the very same arms he tried so hard to maintain, and he could feel Natasha(Ken)’s hot breath across his face. Looking up, he saw his original face with a manic expression he never thought possible. But before he could even think to stare, he was taken back by the pressure pounding against his loins.
Natasha(Ken) thrust her ass and hips back and forth like a piston, pelting the gooey insides before her with bursts of pressure every other second. Her lips twisted into a crescent as she continued, the joy fueled by two things. The breathless sensation coursing through her steel-hard cock. And the way her original body writhed before her. The face was red, the expression was strained, and the wrinkles were exaggerated as the face clenched itself like a raisin. All because of how… fucking shit this felt.
It has been 13 years since Natasha had sex with anyone. 13 years since she attempted to stimulate pleasure within the body she received at birth. Her plumbing would, naturally, require some fine tuning to return to a state where sex was enjoyable, but rather than do that… she was hammering the pipes. Jamming shit in there in the hope that the gunk built up over the years would just shove out. But it didn’t. Meaning the most palpable sensation Ken felt here was… pain!
It might have been possible to avoid such a fate but, if the look on Ken(Natasha)’s ‘partner’ was any indication, this was an intentional outcome. Ken(Natasha) was far from a ‘soft’ man, yet this vicious discomfort brought him to tears. He tried to repress it, tried to hide it, and just as his resistance faltered, Natasha(Ken) pulled out. He breathed a sigh of relief… only to feel a dollop of hot cum splatter across his face.
It mostly went on his cheeks and forehead, fortunately missed his eyes completely, but a large drop managed to slip on his tongue. Its pungent, bitter flavor— that of a man’s semen after eating a pound of meat—singed his tongue with its disgustingness. He immediately tried to spit it out, but the bitterness still lingered. He gagged and groaned in this messy aftermath, staring at Natasha(Ken) with a glare he only reserved for those who wronged him on a deep, fundamental, level.
Ken(Natasha): “What the FUCK is wrong with you?”
Natasha(Ken): “My… apologies Ken. I was… overwhelmed by your body and lost control of myself.”
If there was one thing Ken knew, it was the sound of his own voice, and everything associated with it. He knew how he sounded when he was lying, and Natasha(Ken)’s attempt was utterly transparent.
Ken(Natasha): “As a man who’s fucked over 2,000 times, that was the worst sex I’ve ever had!”
Natasha(Ken): “I… I should have warned you, I suppose. Even when I was younger, I never was a big fan of sex with that body. And the thrill of being a man in bed… made me lose my own composure. This is the first time I’ve ever tried something like this, and I clearly went too far.”
From the change in her tone, Ken(Natasha) figured that Natasha(Ken) was telling the truth, or at least a version of it. While he knew her technique was… utter dogshit, like she was deliberately trying to hurt him, or her original body, he could fathom how a woman could become overwhelmed with the lust of a man. But even if it was bad sex… he should have at least felt something in this ‘rat’s nest of a pussy’ he was working with.
He knew nothing good would come of lashing out at Natasha further… so he did his best to find a silver lining in this situation.
Ken(Natasha): “Damn straight you went too far. But there’s a bright side. I’d say I was fortunate that I never had bad sex before, but thanks to you, now I know what bad sex feels like. Now I can appreciate good sex a helluva lot more!”
That backhanded compliment should have hit Natasha(Ken) like a boot to the balls, but… it didn’t. She just smiled and nodded. She knew damn well how little pleasure her original body could offer, but rather than just waiting out her life as her viability for sexual pleasure trickled into nothing, she now had the power to change things. The question was… how?
Part 10: Maxxie and Haruki
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 14:44
Location: Casa del Dusk
Two rooms over from Ken and Natasha, the birthday girl and her dearest friend were basking in the afterglow of something they never imagined would happen. …But when everybody else is fucking, it only makes sense to fuck your friend.
Maxxie(Haruki) and Haruki(Maxxie) both laid on a bed that had been stripped bare of its bedding, leaving behind a sweat covered sheet and some comparably sweaty girls. Their bodies were naked, their breaths were heavy, and their exchanged eyes glistened with a sense of bliss, a sense of rightness. Even though the girl they were looking at was the one they normally saw when looking into the mirror, they could tell who was really behind that visage just from their smile and laugh.
Maxxie(Haruki): “Hey… Haruki… did you ever think this would happen when we first met?”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Bahahaha! Don’t sound so serious when you’re fucking with me!”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Answer the question, you brown booty bitch!”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Oh, fiiiine! …No! I did not think that I would be friends with you when we met on… July 2011?”
Maxxie(Haruki): “It was June 3rd, ya bimbo!”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Eh, I was close! But yeah, you were just this weird cute girl that my sis brought home. I thought you were dope after hearing you talk for 15 seconds, and I figured I should help out a kindred spirit with her art. From there…”
Maxxie(Haruki): “I got private lessons from a professional artisté, a new buddy to stream with every month, and my very own onee-chan!”
Haruki(Maxxie): “An onee-chan you can fuck!“
Maxxie(Haruki): “An onee-chan that I fucked! Hehehe! It only took… how much art of Biscuit Gal and Akumako having sex before we did the closest thing IRL?”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Too much, and even then, we sorta did it wrong.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Hey now! There’s nothing wrong about our first time being in each other’s body. It just makes the regular version more special, as you know what you’re aiming for!”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Always the optimist, this one is.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Look, if you wanted to just pull the trigger and fuck me, I’ve been legal for… um… seven months now?”
Haruki(Maxxie): “You could’ve asked me, and I would’ve dropped most things.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Ah… Garfanagle!”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Relax, girl. The point is we did it, and… actually, how many of your friends have you fucked?”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Uh… just you and Jade. …A couple of times.”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Huh. We’ve got to find a man for you to fuck girl. Girls are nice, and better in most ways, but even if you think you’re 90% lesbian, you should at least try to fuck a dude.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Says the girl who says that everybody should fuck a man and fuck a woman.”
Haruki(Maxxie): “I say it because it’s true! Soon, the world will see that the 50% pansexual paradigm of sexuality is the truth, objective and fully!”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Yo, Haruki, how many people have you fucked?”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Uh… like 17, I think? I wanted to fuck one of my friends in Chicago as Zoe on June 10th, but she thought I was just the most handsome stalker she’s ever seen. I wanted to explain that I was actually Haruki, but she’s super skeptical, and hates when people bring up aliens, otherkin shit, and conspiracies.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Was that the ‘kooky’ Texan girl from a conservative family?”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Nah, the Irish duchess.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Yeah, she may as well have snakes guarding her pussy with how she acts around anyone who wants to be ‘more than just a friend.'”
The two shared in their mutual in-joke with a laugh, before wrapping themselves around each other in another embrace.
Haruki(Maxxie): “And this is why you should go the professional route, Maxxie! Because if you live as an artist, you get to meet the best people. …And the worst people, but the worst people crop up in every industry. Just make sure you’re never asking them for money. Because it’s in their DNA to stiff you.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Trust me, I know how much of a pain it is to get commissions, but I also know that giving away my shit for free isn’t cool either.”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Yeah, you know that because I got on your Blasian ass about that!”
As Haruki(Maxxie) said that, she slapped her ‘Blasian ass,’ leaving it jiggling for a second.
Maxxie(Haruki): “Yeah, yeah, you even made a whole damn song parody about it. ‘That’s the life of an artist, I guess, seeking profit is just like a quest!’“
Haruki(Maxxie): “‘Yes, we know our work’s not that important in the grand scheme of things, of course—'”
Maxxie(Haruki): “‘But then without people making real dope shit, what purpose would there be to life in the end?’“
Maxxie(Haruki) & Haruki(Maxxie): “Chi-roo-chi-roo!~”
Haruki(Maxxie): “I’m serious though, you really don’t need college. Haruki’s Boot Camp is like a semester in just a month!”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Says the girl who never went to college and GED’d out of high school.”
Haruki(Maxxie): “I did that because I wanted that phat EXP and that phatter Zenny!”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Look, let me just try it, and if I decide that community college isn’t the best fit, I shall take on your apprenticeship, my infallible senpai.”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Ohohohoho! It seems that someone has learned the ways of effectively buttering my bacon. …But seriously, getting to work with you on a major project would be the bomb.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “You know what else would be the bomb?”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Going in for round two?”
Maxxie(Haruki): “The wheel of destiny is rolling…”
Haruki(Maxxie): “And we must defy its dice!”
Maxxie(Haruki) & Haruki(Maxxie): “Rebel Null-Zwei, go for broke!!!”
The two then wrapped their hands around one another once more, grabbing and caressing their curvy forms. Though they were off by a few centimeters and kilograms, they both had similar body types, but even with such similar shapes, the texture of their skin was different. The precise shape of their forms was different. Their most tender areas were considerably different. And differences make the body erotic!
Their lips locked into a kiss as they settled into the mood, and once the mood was set, Haruki(Maxxie) shot an eager glance at the pink double-ended dildo just outside of reach. With her body urging her to keep going, growing damp at the mere idea of using this toy again, she began to shift away from her partner… only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
The two sapphic lovers let out a forlorn sigh as they nonverbally decided that Maxxie(Haruki) would answer the door, dressed in nothing, only to be met with Jade… Or at least her body, dressed in her party clothes once more.
Maxxie(Haruki): “Right… Abigale?”
Abigale(Jade): “That’s me. I hate to interrupt your little lovemaking, but Verde requested that everybody come out to the backyard.”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Tell her we’re too busy fuckin’ to care!”
Abigale(Jade): “We have cakes, fresh from a local bakery.”
Haruki(Maxxie): “…Well never-fucking-mind then! C’mon Maxxie, let’s get some freaking cake! Your body could use an extra couple kilos anyway.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “You sure? I’m already 10 kilos heavier than Jade and—”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Sizeplay and curvy bitches are in and they will never stop being in! The only reason I’m 68 kilos is that my dumb body doesn’t want me to be 69 kilos of Haruki finery!”
With more colorful banter, the pair of Haruki(Maxxie) and Maxxie(Haruki) got dressed in the clothes they tossed aside in the ravages of sex. Based on the amount of sweat they were covered in, they probably should have rinsed off, but what was the point when they’re going to have sex again in an hour anyway?
Opening the back door, the menagerie of three were greeted with the sight of the 17 other members of the Posse, all sat at the large table from the start of this party. A table that was now furnished with a massive four-story wedding cake, each layer looking to be a different flavor and garnished with a different aesthetic. It looked like someone took three enormous cakes, and one sensibly sized cake, and stacked them on top of each other. And on top of the teensiest topmost layer of this cake was a set of 24 candles, all placed on a small platform that protected the cake from the drizzling hot wax.
Verde(Caroline): “About time the birthday girl showed up!”
Haruki(Maxxie): “…Verde, dude. This is enough cake for sixty people, not twenty. I was planning on bulking up Maxxie’s body, but, shit, I might actually get her to keep a few kilos after gorging myself.”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Hey, I’m not against you building out my body til I look like a fertility goddess… but I’m pretty sure my bod would just barf and get sick if you tried to eat all this cake.”
Urabe(Terra): “Well, too bad for you two. This is a magical zero calorie cake, so you can eat as much as you want without worrying about gaining a kilo. …But your bowel movements will be rather large once you’re done.”
Gem(Paz): “Actually, due to the calories exerted by chewing food and digesting it, wouldn’t consuming this technically consume more calories?”
Abigale(Jade): “Right, that is a factor we did not consider when setting the parameters for these objects—”
Haruki(Maxxie): “So it’s an all you can eat cake buffet? Hell to the yeah!”
Verde(Caroline): “You got that right! Now, blow out the candles, and make sure to make a wish.”
Standing up on her tippy toes to reach the highest layer of this cake, Haruki(Maxxie) glanced at her mind for a wish. …But she had known what she would wish for ever since she learned about the power of the VD 2.0. Haruki(Maxxie) puffed up her freckle-covered cheeks, took aim at the sight, and blew like her life depended on it. She emptied out her lungs, converting the air within into a tempest of breath that extinguished every last candle. The sight of the extinguished cake warranted applause from the crowd behind her, and she took a dramatic bow in response.
Haruki(Maxxie): “Thank you, thank you. No matter the body, no matter the task, I always bring a Harukian amount of effort!”
Maxxie(Haruki): “Whoa! That was a bad pun even by your standards!”
Vivi(Zoe): “And with that, we can finally dig in!”
Haruki(Maxxie): “Not on my damn watch!”
With that outburst, Haruki(Maxxie) plopped herself into her chair at the table, with Maxxie(Haruki) following a moment later.
Maxxie(Haruki): “Yeah guys, don’t you know the lore by now? When we all get together for a big meal like this, there is only one thing to say!”
Jade(Abigale): “Maxxie, you know this isn’t a meal, it’s dessert and—”
Everybody but Jade(Abigale): “ITADAKIMASU!!!“
Part 11: Let Them Eat Cake
Date: Saturday, June 13, 2015
Time: 15:35
Location: Casa del Dusk
Following the group declaration, the twenty people in attendance made quick work of the obscene amount of cake on display, enchanted its utterly decadent flavors. There was some opportunity for them to highlight their current bodies’ preferences as they mingled flavors across four different cakes. But when everything tastes like a 10 outta 10, how the hell are you supposed to rank ’em?
The end result of their bestial consumption left behind no survivors, no cake, and not a single hungry stomach. Every one of them sat or lay down with a content look on their face as their bellies swelled and expanded to accommodate the girth they consumed. It was not the most attractive of sights, but it made them happy. Happy and… hopeful for that the rest of this summer had to offer.
For it was this day that marked the end of the first period of their summer, the era of Switch and Swap. And the dawn of the second era, one defined by… Chaotic Changes.
Fortsetzung Folgt In…
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp
Act 2: Chaotic Changes
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