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 16th: Transform Sex Power
Part 1: Transform Sex Power is Go!
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Time: 14:22
Location: The Flare Residence
With the hype of E3 2015 still wafting through the air after the big showcases, the younger members of the Swap Posse decided to celebrate the event by doing the unthinkable. Playing an actual video game!
As planned during the aftermath of Haruki’s birthday party, 12 contestants had gathered in the basement of the Flare household for a battle of skill and dominance with the latest hotness hitting the competitive gaming scene. The ingloriously titled Super Smash Bros. for Wii U.
With an in-game tournament set up, and a dongle with two moderately used GameCube controllers, the battle began. Jade, Maxxie, Zoe, Shiaka, Haruki, Terra, Gem, Vivi, Anita, Verde, Abigale, and Urabe all joined the fray. But as the afternoon burned away, so too did the competition.
Only four challengers remained— Jade, Vivi, Abigale, and Urabe— and as the first match of the semifinals played out, Jade and Vivi were filled with a mixture of awe and fear. Abigale and Urabe moved their characters across the stages with the grace, elegance, and precision only seen at the likes of cash prize national tournaments. They read and countered each other’s moves as they engaged in a mirror match with the newly released character, Ryu, and the performance looked so well choreographed, one could swear it was staged.
Vivi: “No matter which of us wins the semifinals, we won’t stand a chance against either of them.”
Jade: “I can’t really argue with you there… I’m lucky I ever got this far. I’m not bad at Smash, but it’s been hard adjusting to my new hands.”
Vivi: “Yeah, I could tell. You did well against Zoe, but he didn’t know much beyond the fundamentals.”
Jade: “You could tell that just by watching him play?”
Vivi: “I don’t want to say how many hours I spent with Project M, but I’ve seen about every kind of Smash player at this point.”
Jade: “A-And what kind of player am I?”
Vivi: “A competent yet unconfident player I can beat without burning my second stock.”
Jade: “O-Oh…”
Vivi: “I’m just saying it like it is. …And we’re up next. You picked a high tier with Zero Suit, but I’ve been using Fox for a decade.”
As Vivi took her seat on the couch and picked up the second player controller, Jade sighed, ready to get wiped in her second match of the tournament. Jade tried to channel every ounce of skill that laid at her fingertips… but she quickly found herself outclassed. Vivi, true to her word, defeated Jade without losing a single stock. The two shook hands after this two minute confrontation came to an end, but as Jade got up, Urabe took her place. Her blue eyes shined from behind her dark hair and a smile of the utmost confidence crept onto her face. She promptly sat down and grabbed the controller, sifting through the roster diligently, only to select a random character before beginning the match.
Vivi hoped this overconfidence would lead to Urabe’s hubris, and as fate handed her Lucina, Vivi couldn’t help but smile. It was close enough to a matchup Vivi had seen hundreds of times, and she was ready to give it her all, defeat the challenger at her side, and earn her place as the Smash champion!
Two minutes later, Vivi sat back in her chair, a hand over her face as she saw Urabe standing there, with only 72% damage and both stocks.
Vivi: “Was that even fair? I mean, you’re a robot, aren’t you?”
Urabe: “Trust me when I say I tried to make this a fair fight. I chose a random character to avoid using my main— and I got Ganondorf. I restricted my reflexes to that of a typical human at the start of this tournament. And I have not played this version of Smash in years. …Though, I have played thousands of hours of the Smash game for the NX.”
Maxxie: “Wait, what? You know about the next Smash? And the NX? Gimme all the deets!”
As Maxxie poured herself onto the couch, rubbing up against Urabe, Verde planted a hand on her excited friend’s head.
Verde: “You’ve got another year of DLC, kid. And I’m not going to ruin two hype cycles for you. Just know that the NX will come out, and be home to some of the best Nintendo games ever.”
Abigale: “Are you sure that’s not going to ruin her hype?”
Verde: “I didn’t tell her anything more than some random 4channer could tell her. It’s fine, Sweetie.”
Urabe: “So, about my prize for winning the tournament…”
Verde: “Oh, that? It’s just cash. $100 for the winner, $50 for second place.”
Urabe: “…Verde, you do realize that we have access to an account with six figures in it. What am I going to do with—”
As Urabe pointed out this pertinent fact, Verde put a $100 bill on Urabe’s forehead, where it stuck like a talisman on a jiangshi’s head.
Urabe: “I guess I’ll just use this for catering a party or something…”
Verde: “And a $50 bill for you Vivi!”
Vivi quickly snatched the bill from Verde’s hand, thanking her as she neatly filed it into her wallet.
Shiaka: “Um, this tournament was fun and all, but didn’t you say you had an announcement to make?”
Haruki: “Yeah! And I’m pretty sure you guys owe me a birthday wish… Unless you were just messing with me there.”
Verde: “Oh, don’t you worry! I heard your request, Haruki—”
Haruki: “Meaning you read my mind! I knew you were lying when you—”
Verde: “I can only read your mind when you’re blowing on candles that let me read your mind! Gosh! I’m not a monster you know. Well, I was. But we don’t talk about my Quantum Leap days.”
Abigale: “She doesn’t even want to talk about those with me. Something about preserving continu—”
Verde: “Anyway, gather round everybody, for I have an announcement to make regarding VD 2.0!”
The dozen in the basement were already clustered around Verde and the sofa, but all traces of side conversation slowed to a stop as she made that declaration.
Verde: “Now, I gave you— the entire Swap Posse— an absurdly mighty tool with the VD 2.0, and gave you per diems to make sure you are having fun with it!”
Maxxie: “Except for right now, because somebody thought a swapped tournament was ‘too complicated.'”
Verde: “It would be, and you know it! I don’t want to dedicate an entire day to learning the intricacies of someone else’s hands! …Ahem. However, I am proud to announce the first version update to VD 2.0, bringing it up to the next level, to VD 2.0.1!”
Urabe: “Or, as we’re going to keep calling it for sanity’s sake, VD 2.0.”
Vivi: “Okay, and what are the patch notes?”
Verde: “Well, it’s a little something I’ve heard many requests for. From Anita, Maxxie, Zoe, Raiyne—”
Abigale: “Verde, you were supposed to keep those names anonymous.”
Verde: “—And many other members of our little Posse! Especially those who are sick of this being such a clam jam, and wanna get some more dudes into this ish!”
Gem: “Oh? Are you going to add more male companions to balance the skewed gender ratio of our group?”
Verde: “Nah, we’re at 20 people, and that’s legally recognized as a rafter!”
Zoe: “…No, that’s a group of turkeys.”
Anita: “Could we get on with it? Because I think I know what you’re going to say, but—”
Verde: “Bear witness and behold!”
Verde then held up her VD 2.0 while standing in front of the TV. They looked at the familiar simplistic user interface of the main menu, featuring the familiar icons for ‘Swap,’ ‘Games,’ and ‘Options.’ But right after the swap option, there was a new option, a fourth option simply entitled TS. Its icon featured a transgender symbol surrounded by curved arrows, making it immediately obvious to some what it was… but others couldn’t see the tiny screen from so far away.
Terra: “TS? Wait, does that stand for—”
Verde: “I originally thought about calling it TSF, but the whole F factor doesn’t really apply, since this ain’t fiction, it’s reality. So this is just the Trans-Sex button! It, as the name says, changes your sex. Meaning it turns boys into girls, girls into boys, and changes assorted bullshit like clothes, hair length, and the crap you’ve got in your closet— so you conform to American gender standards after you get TS’d.”
Maxxie: “FUCK YES!!! You mad bitch, you actually did it! You went and did it!”
Verde: “I mean, technically this feature was just locked behind a password. All I did was unlock it. From a UI perspective… it’s just repurposing the Swap function. You’ve got Quick TS, Register, Schedule, and TS Calendar. Things last up to a maximum of 7 days, and the functional radius is 10 kilometers.”
Haruki: “So, it lets you turn every girl into the guy version of themselves and every guy into the girl version of themselves? Sounds cool… but that also kinda sucks, because they don’t have an ID for stuff or—”
Verde: “Oh, I believe you are sorely mistaken, my dear Haruki. I haven’t gotten to the greatest feature of this function. For you see, it not only alters your body and clothes, it changes reality itself!”
Haruki: “…Wait, so you mean that if I use it on myself… everybody will think I’ve always been a dude? My passport and driver’s license will—”
Verde: “Yep! …Well, not everybody. Members of the Swap Posse are immune to such reality rewrites. …And the targets too, as we don’t want accidental identity death. We want intentional identity death!”
Zoe: “Hold on Verde, you are giving us something that alters the past now?”
Verde: “I mean, it alters the past like how I altered Jade’s past. People remember her having always been a girl, from the day she was born. Her closet was stuffed with girl clothes instead of boy clothes. And all her documents got updated. But everything else? It was the same. Crossdressing as a girl on her first day of middle school became crossdressing as a boy on the first day of middle school, and she still got grounded for looking at Pokémon porn with Maxxie.”
Jade: “Thanks for shining the spotlight on me, Verde…”
Verde: “You are the best example, and you know it, girl!”
Haruki: “Huh. So if I turn myself into a boy, then all my internet friends will think I’ve always been a dude?”
Verde: “That’s what I just said. C’mon, I thought you were a prodigy! Maybe that -uki part of your name doesn’t stand for Buster.”
Urabe: “Verde, don’t be mean to the poor girl. There is no such thing as a stupid question when talking about something that, as you said, rewrites reality.”
Vivi: “Um, isn’t this system stupidly easy to abuse? Someone could change your sex without your consent at a random moment at a random time and—”
Abigale: “That is a known and accepted exploit. But considering the size of this group, and how everybody gets along so well, that should not be an issue.”
Verde: “I did develop a consent system, but there’s no reason to activate it at the moment. The UX kinda sucked anyway.”
Terra: “W-Wait! If anybody can use it on anyone else, then… does that mean someone could use it on me?”
A look of dread solidified on Terra’s face as she imagined that possibility, and it soon reflected itself onto Jade.
Verde: “Of course not! As a trans woman, why the fuck would I let someone detransition another one of my gals? You can’t use it on me, Jade, or Terra, and if any of y’all decide to stick to one gender for life, just ask us and we’ll pinklist or bluelist you.”
Anita: “Uh, so you really expect someone else in our group to come out as trans, or are you just—”
Verde: “Yeah, of course I expect one or two or fucking seven of you to come out as trans after all this. You’re a pretty fruity batch of burgeoning pansexual.”
Maxxie: “Oh. So it’s not just my queer-dar going off. Cool! So, how does this TS TF work, Miss VD?”
Verde: “I originally planned on it being this drawn-out minute long transformation where you feel everything change. Bones crunching, face breaking apart, all sorts of chemicals gushing through your head, skin tingling, hair shifting, the clit becoming the pee-pee and the balls becoming the labia, the works. But Urabe said that was excessive, so I made that an option and made the default a standard one second poof transformation.”
Haruki: “Ah, the glory of options. …So has the update rolled out to our VD 2.0s yet or—”
Verde: “Fret not, young Haruki, for with a press of a single button, I shall transform you… seven. I’d throw Abigale and Urabe in the loop but… they’ve already spent a few years as dudes.”
With that declaration, Verde finally brought this preamble to a close and entered the command into her VD 2.0, causing Maxxie, Zoe, Shiaka, Haruki, Vivi, Anita, and Gem to flinch simultaneously. They knew what was coming, had enough experience to know what it would be like to embody the opposite sex, but no amount of body swapping experience could prepare them for the sensation of their bodies reshaping themselves.
From the hair on their head to the bones of their toes, every facet of them shifted in a flurry so fast that it was impossible to grasp all the changes. Hair poured out from their skull or retracted deep inward. Weight redistributed, vanished, or appeared from nothingness as every one of their chests underwent a considerable change. Their very skeletons expanded or compressed as their forms inverted from man to woman and woman to man. And, to obscure all of this before any potential hidden cameras, their clothes reshaped themselves as if pulled by invisible hands.
Awkward grunts escaped from the seven’s lips, deepening or rising to better conform with what was expected of a man or woman, and the overall sensation they felt was one of… awkwardness. It was a combination of so many sensations, all happening so quickly, that it was hard for them to even comprehend what happened when it was over.
The results felt… uncanny. While they had grown used to wearing the form of another person, they weren’t strictly other people. Every cell in their body was warped on a chromosomal level. Yet, in many ways, they still felt like themselves more than they felt like another person.
Their first reaction upon seeing their new forms was to touch them, stare down at them, and catalog the differences from height to weight to proportions. But before they could do more than compare their skin, Verde spoke up yet again.
Verde: “I can tell you’re eager to get your grubby little mitts on your new bodies— I feel ya— so go ahead and scamper off to a bathroom or something, check yourselves out, and lemme know what you think of your TransSex digs.”
Maxxie: “Yeah, good— huh, that’s not as deep as I expected— good thinking, Verde! But uh, what should we call each other? You said reality changed so, wouldn’t our names—”
Verde: “You’re Max, Zoey, Shinji, Haruya, Vidkun, Anthony, and Gemma. I could’ve kept three of your names the same, but it’s just not fair if the gender neutral folks get to keep their names while everybody else gets saddled with a new kinda sexy! …Now quit patting your chests, and get outta here!”
Shinji: “B-But, we—”
Verde: “I said GET OUTTA HERE!“
With exaggerated and aggravated hand gestures, Verde shooed away the seven. They filtered out slowly, getting to know their body with each step as they shamelessly examined themselves, intrigued by the familiar yet different form they now wore.
Author’s Note: When characters are in their TransSex forms, they will be referred to by their TransSex name. This is to remind the reader that they are in their TransSex forms whenever they are referenced. However, the pronouns used for these characters in narration will continue to reflect their gender identity. Meaning Zoey and Gemma will continue to be described using he/him and Vidkun and Tony will continue to be described using she/her pronouns. The pronouns used to describe characters will only change when/if their gender identity changes.
Part 2: Maxwell Beta Flare’s New Digs
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Time: 15:03
Location: The Flare Residence
Max was the first to trek upstairs after Verde gave the command, and was already scoping out her transformed body. Her clothes barely changed conceptually, still being a purple T-shirt and jean shorts, but the form underneath it most certainly did. Her usually messy hair was surprisingly short, barely six centimeters long. Upon touching her face, it lacked the same softness she had come to know, replaced with the drier coarser skin she expected of a man, without being as thin. If anything, it felt thicker than her normal form.
Just walking up the stairs, Max could immediately tell she was taller, but she also felt a significant amount of weight she wasn’t carrying before. The comfortable fat from her boobs and ass had been redistributed to her belly, giving her a perky gut that she could feel poking over her loose jorts. But she was a bit too distracted by the thing she felt dangling around in her breezy boxers to pay attention to much else. A thing that captivated her enough to dash up to her room as quickly as her now hairy legs could carry her.
She huffed and puffed as she slammed open her door, and immediately made way to her full-length mirror. With the frame of the mirror as a reference, Max could tell she was approximately 10 centimeters taller, probably a bit taller than Jade before her transformation. However, it wasn’t just her gut that was fatter, as… every part of her was fatter. Arms, legs, and even her face, were all notably chubbier than what she was used to, and the sight of this left her… underwhelmed.
Max looked at the man in the mirror with puffed cheeks and a dissatisfied expression… but as she looked at her boyish face, complete with her signature freckles, completely unchanged, she couldn’t help but smile. And her smile was just as cute as it was when in her girl mode.
Max: “Hmph. Not quite what I was expecting, but I can make this work. Most art dudes my age tend to be pretty skinny. I guess I’m just built differently. Though, this voice is just weird. It’s like only one of my balls dropped and not the other. …Speaking of which, I guess it’s time to see what mother nature gave me!”
With a familiar sinister glare on her dark brown eyes, Max stripped off her clothes in record time. She lobbed off her T-shirt to reveal her bare dark brown chest, and yanked down her shorts to unleash her erect penis. She twisted her head past her gut to see it… only for her vigor to deflate as she saw it. It was definitely a penis, and didn’t have any warts or anything… but it was tiny. Even when at full mast, it was only four-inches-long.
Before touching it, Max quickly grabbed her tablet, using it to scribble a quick sketch. It was not up to her usual standard… but she could tell she retained the same dexterity her female body had, so that was something at the very least.
Max: “Welp, guess I better put these hands to the test. Let’s just hope I can wrap them around this little prick.”
Sporting a snide smile and with the heat warming her body, Max pulled a tiny plastic baggie from her chronically disorganized room and stuck her penis inside it. The scenario alone was enough of a sexual fantasy that she didn’t need to sift through her mind for inspiration. Just the sight and sensation was enough.
Max had ample experience jerking off as a dude before, so she grabbed herself without hesitation. She reveled in the unique shape and texture of her very own dick, the way it grew hotter with every stroke, and through the medium of thin plastic, she made sure to brush up against every part she could find. From the tender frenulum to the cluster of nerves found where her penis joined merged into her balls.
She grunted and moaned as she indulged in what this reformed body had to offer, going deeper and harder as she felt herself edging closer to her climax before, at the three minute mark, she finished. A burst of warm white ooze fired out from her new penis, leading her to mutter a pleased sigh as the sensation washed over her.
Max: “Ah. Not as satisfying as I hoped, but I’m not complaining. But, before I can judge…”
After squeezing out the final drop of semen from her penis into the plastic baggy, Max brought it to her face and stuck her tongue inside it, licking up a drop or three of her semen, and letting it dance across her tongue. She wore a quizzical look as she let the flavor sit within her, only to let out a dissatisfied grumble.
Max: “Huh. It sure doesn’t taste like my normal homebrand, though I guess it’d be weird if it did. It’s way too bitter to be tasty. Though, that could change if I were to rethink my diet…”
As Max made that comment, she patted her large belly like a drum, playing a little diddy on it as she contemplated her predicament.
Max: “Hmm… Yeah, no, this body needs some sprucing up. I should just ask Verde and see if she’ll bite. That sort of buttering usually worked when I shined a little bit of my Maxxie Flare, so let’s see if that still works with Max-o here!”
Part 3: Shinji Kurokawa & Haruya Kurokawa – Super Brothers
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Time: 15:04
Location: The Flare Residence
With seven people and only four bathrooms in the house, things pretty quickly filled up, leaving Shinji and Haruki on the third floor, looking at the last remaining restroom.
Shinji: “Y-You can go first, Haruki…”
Shinji’s voice was soft by the standards of a young man, but it was still inarguably male. This change in pitch, combined with her preserved candor, left her timid and unsure. It was one thing to act strong and masculine with a body like Zoe’s, but it was another to do in a body like the one she had at the moment. It stood over half a foot taller than her usual form, was so skinny she could feel her ribcage through her shirt, and didn’t have much muscle mass to speak of.
Her lacking confidence was not helped by her current clothes. A striped blue and white polo shirt that felt like it was a size too large for her thin frame and khakis that were only kept in place by a belt wrapped around her now narrow waist. It all reminded Shinji of the hours she spent in Jade’s previous body half a year ago… but somehow even more unnerving.
She shook her head as she recalled Jade’s previous form, not wanting to think of her friend that way, only to be reminded of her hair. While it had been shortened as part of her transformation, it was still at an androgynous length, covering part of her ears, and felt only slightly more coarse than it had just a few minutes ago.
Haruya: “What, and make you wait out here like a lost little lamb? Nu-uh, my light-novel-protag-lookin’ li’l bro! We can share!”
Haruya looked up as she spoke to her brother, standing seven centimeters shorter than her, before dragging her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them, and taking the opportunity to look at herself in the mirror.
Haruya began with her face, and almost immediately twisted it into a sour expression. Despite being 24-years-old, Haruya looked at her face and saw that of a teenage boy, one whose softer features had yet to mature and harden into something more becoming of a young man. A face that could definitely look older if it was accompanied with facial hair, but there was not a speck of hair on her unchanged tan complexion.
This boyish look was not helped by the hair on her head, which was now inexplicably curly instead of being straight, and at a similar androgynous length as Shinji’s. She did not look handsome… but she also did not look ugly either. In fact, when taking into account the Smash Bros. shirt that covered her torso, she looked like… just some dude who one would expect to be into anime and video games.
Haruya grumbled as she reached this realization herself and tossed her shirt aside, revealing a body that wasn’t as chubby as the one she once had, but also wasn’t thin either. And with the lack of boobs on her chest and a now man-sized butt, she couldn’t help but be a little… miffed by her current situation.
Haruya: “Goldarn it. Yeah, I just look like me without the good shit. Ugh. If you were just gonna make my boy mode look like some dude, would it have killed ya to make me look more Japanese? Oh no. Instead, you poured in more Mexican and made my hair fucking curly!”
Shinji: “H-Haruki—”
Haruya: “Oh well! I’ll complain to the manager later, for now… let’s see what this looks like!”
As a perverted glimmer shone across her brown eyes, Haruya dropped trow, revealing her penis, erect, and stretched out to 5 inches, making it just large enough to fit nicely in her largely unaltered hands. She grabbed it— for investigative purposes— only for Shinji to interrupt her.
Shinji: “Haruki! What the HELL are you doing?”
Haruya: “Oh please. you’ve seen all my girl goods before— I mean, we bathed together until you were 12-years-old. So what’s the big deal with seeing your big brother’s junk?”
Shinji: “T-That was because I needed help and cleaning my scars was… hard for me. B-But it’s not right for us to see each other naked!”
Haruya: “Bruh. There’s nothing wrong with two brothers sharing a bathroom together. If you think there is, that’s just bullshit western patriarchal values nipping at your mind. ‘Sides, it’s not like we’re going to do anything sexual with each other here. If there’s anybody in the world who I’d never touch like that, it’s you, Shinji.”
Shinji: “Haruki, why do you always need to make it—”
Haruya: “Just strip. It’ll be less awkward if both of us have our dicks out.”
Shinji looked at her sibling with a stern glare, before relenting and doing as she requested, taking off her clothes with her back to Haruya, and looking down at her form. With her boobs, it was hard for her to see her torso, or much beneath her chest aside from her legs and feet. But now, with her chest no longer convex, she had no problem seeing her— surprisingly hairless— legs, her tightly wrapped rib cage, and… her scars.
The scars that lined her torso were in exactly the same place they were on her female form. It was something that she had not expected… but it made sense when she thought about it for a minute. Jade made it a point to highlight how her true body had the same birthmarks and imperfections as her old body. And if she was just a male version of herself, why would the scars be miraculously healed? It’s not like those monsters would have treated her any differently if she was a boy.
The sight left Shinji wrapped in thought, unsure how to interpret this fact. That these scars were seen as just as much as a part of her as a birthmark. Something that, according to Verde, should not go away. It upset her. She felt like she should have had a say in this, instead of just having someone else force this on her. And right as Shinji veered into the anger phase of her coping method, her thought process was shattered.
Haruya: “Oh, COME ON! You’ve got a bigger dick than me too?”
Completely ruining the mood, Haruya pointed at Shinji’s junk. While not erect, it was clear that it was longer than five inches. In fact, if Shinji were to get erect here— which would be pretty weird— it would reach seven inches in length.
Haruya: “So not only did the gene fairy decide to screw me over with tits, it screwed me over with dicks too. Verde and I are going to need to have one impassioned conversation when this is all through. But first…”
Haruya then hopped into the shower stall and shut the frosted glass door behind her. Shinji expected her to take an impromptu shower, because why else would someone enter a shower stall like that? Shinji glanced into the shower after her brother entered, but instead of seeing Haruya grab for the shower knob, she was grabbing for something else. …Somehow, this didn’t surprise Shinji.
Shinji: “A-Are you seriously masturbating in the shower?”
Haruya: “Yeah, of course! It’s where dudes do it, and if I’m gonna be a dude for a day, I may as well dude it on to the max!”
Shinji sighed at Haruya’s laissez-faire attitude. It was something she had been trained to expect from her big sis, but still left her more than a bit miffed. Haruya was someone with an impressive capacity to care when the time called for it, but her multifaceted skills and seemingly innate talent gave way to bouts of selfishness. Where she thinks she knows what’s best for everybody, and thrusts them into situations they might not want, assuming that everyone must be having a good time. She was not self-absorbed enough to dismiss all concerns or criticisms, and considered ‘no’ to be one of the most powerful words in the English language. But unless someone objected, she’d keep doing what she wanted.
While this whole thing was beyond awkward for Shinji, she wanted to at least do something with this opportunity, so she propped herself in front of the mirror and looked over her body.
Shinji: “Wow. Haruki’s right. I do look like a light novel protagonist… sans the blonde hair.”
She took in her chin-length slightly disheveled hair, soft skin, identifiably male visage, and mentally overlaid it next to Zoe’s, comparing the two features in great detail. Or as great of detail as one could manage after wearing his face for a week. She could not argue that her current form was unattractive, and would call it cute without hesitation, but it struck her as a sort of middle ground. It was not as… masculine as the bodies of the men of the Swap Posse, but also lacked many of the features she had come to appreciate about her form.
Shinji’s newfound height came without the expected strength, leaving her feeling like a skeleton wearing a sheath of skin. It actually surprised her that she didn’t feel cold like this. Well, excluding her scars. Just as her skin remained the same complexion, so did the scars. They were always colder than the rest of her body and… that was unchanged in her male form.
More than anything else she saw in the mirror, the scars reminded her that… this was her body. That, even though her sex and name and broader identity in the world had changed… she was still Shiaka, and while these scars were not the most pleasant thing to look at… they were a part of her. A reminder of what she had gone through. A reminder of her strength.
Shinji: “These scars are a part of me… so they should be here.”
Despite all the differences Shinji could see and feel with this body… it was still her, and who she would be if she was born just a bit different. This realization caused some of her discomfort to melt away, but right as that mental block was dismissed, another one took its place. This body was still hers, but was she comfortable with it? She was savvy enough to instantly fill her mind with arguments about the sexist foundation of this world. How the odds of something tragic happening to her were reduced as a man. How it would make finding an accommodating career easier and more profitable. …But it could also come with the expectation of strength.
Shinji had strived to be strong for so long, and was treated with kindness and understanding from others… but would that same kindness persist if she lived as a man? If she was a good twenty centimeters taller? And would she crumble when expected to act with a certain level of tolerance around people who viewed her as ‘one of the guys?’
The questions stewed in her head as she looked into the mirror, gazing past her blue eyes and into her own imagination. It was a long and serious question to consider, one that few people ever did due to the costs of changing one’s life. But now, it was something she could try to manipulate with the press of a few buttons. …Except that’s just the thing. It wasn’t something she had to decide anytime soon, as the ticking clock was not hanging over her.
She sighed as she reminded herself of this absence of urgency, but before she could exhale, she was met with a distinctly masculine grunt.
Haruya: “GURK!“
Turning around, Shinji saw that Haruya was still in the shower, and based on the sound she just made… she just finished.
Haruya: “Damn, no wonder dudes are horny all the time. You don’t even need to be in the mood, just start jerkin’ it and BAM! You really should give it a try, Shinji.”
Shinji: “I… I need to think about this before I do anything as—”
Haruya: “My brother, I know you were fucking yourself while rocking it in Zoe’s body. I know you are sensitive, and I don’t want to force you to do something you hate, but I know you’re strong enough that you can take a little prodding and shoving.”
Shinji: “It… It was different as Zoe. Being Zoe was… it was like acting. It was allowing myself to be someone else, and I… I’m still me. My body might be different, and my name too, but I’m still me.”
Haruya: “And when have you ever wanted that to limit you and who you are? I’ve seen you come from the precipice. You fell down so far that we wondered if you would ever be able to trust anyone else ever again. We thought you would need to stay in a secure place for the rest of your life after the shit you went through. But no matter how scared you were, you pulled through. You might still be you, but you can be whoever you want.
Deep down, Shinji already knew what her sister was saying was true. But hearing it said so directly… it brought a smile to her face.
Shinji: “T-Thanks, Haruki.”
Haruya: “‘Thanks’ he says. Boy or girl, we’re still family, dude. And family means three things. Never needing to say thank you, never needing to say you’re sorry, and always being there when they need you the most.”
Haruya then pressed her naked body against Shinji’s, rubbing their flat chests together as their arms locked, and penises brushed against each other. Though, they both tried to ignore that last bit.
Haruya: “Little brother, but he’s taller and got the bigger dick. Verde’s a real wise gal, I’ll tell ya that much.”
Shinji: “W-Well, you seemed to enjoy yourself with yours…”
Haruya: “Yeah, definitely. It’s a meme between my crew that 5 inches is just enough, and now I can vouch for that in… four of seven ways. …And I’ll be able to vouch for that in seven of seven ways if I get one of the girls to come over and see what Haruya is all about!”
Shinji: “…You seem to have a one track mind when it comes to this.”
Haruya: “I do, but I’m pretty sure that’s normal. With a change up like this, you focus on what’s different, and having this thing dangling around is the biggest difference! …And the best difference. Sure, I’m a bit taller, sorta slimmer, but that just means I got no tits and no ass. This bod would make it way easier to schlep things around, build a desk, maybe set up shit for a concert, but if I’m gonna be sitting on my butt most of the day— and I do most days? Then girl mode’s where it’s at! Though, I guess I should try to draw some shit with man hands… but I can already tell it’s not gonna be as pretty.”
Shinji: “I guess that makes sense. Maybe I was just overthinking this.”
Haruya: “What do ya mean?”
Shinji: “W-Well, we have the opportunity to change our lives and live as another gender, so shouldn’t we at least consider it?”
Haruya: “You’re not wrong— I know that trans folks would go do some mad crimes for an opportunity like this. But it’s not like having this ability means you need to be gender fluid or something. Hell, maybe you like being a dude, but you don’t wanna be dude-you, and you wanna be a different dude. We’ve got oodles of options and don’t need to conform to anything, or decide what we wanna be now. We’re gonna have years to play around with this. Years to evolve and mutate as our desires billow and grow into something we can only scarcely fathom. We have this power to do whatever we want, and that… that’s cool like butter, my dude.”
Haruya’s words calmed Shinji’s restless mind. She was right. Now was a time to experiment, try new things, and she did not need to commit to or conform with anything. She could stay Shiaka, but try out this Shinji body from time to time, play around with it, and no matter where on the spectrum she landed… it was all cool with her and her crew.
Haruya: “Also, I definitely shouldn’t have shoved you into sexual stuff like that. Now that I’ve got the afterglow outta my system… I realize that was a little bit super fucked up. I’d blame the rush of hormones going through my brain, but you just don’t deserve that lame-ass excuse.”
Shinji: “No, no, it’s okay Haruki. I… I sometimes need to be shoved out of my comfort zone. It… it’s one of the best ways for me to grow.”
Haruya: “…Hey, what do you say we get dressed and do some… normal dude shit?”
Shinji: “Um, what exactly is ‘normal dude shit?'”
Haruya: “Running around, being loud, acting like the world is ours, gorging on some bad food— whatever we feel like, and whenever we feel a masculine impulse… we just do it.”
Shinji: “Heh. I don’t think this body is really made for running… but I suppose more typical physical activities will help us get used to our bodies.”
Haruya: “Now you’re thinking with a Y chromosome! Put your pants on and get running, ‘cos dudes don’t need no shirts!”
Shinji smiled at Haruya’s vigor. Without her, she would probably be going through a crisis, but when paired with someone as bold as her… it was hard to not go with the flow.
Part 4: Zoey Xing – The Hotter, Taller, Stronger, Faster Version
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Time: 15:10
Location: Near The Flare Residence
Zoey only spent about a minute in a bathroom before he left the Flare residence behind. He had been in the bodies of many women over the past two weeks, and viewed his new form in a far more… disciplined manner. Considering his genes and stature, he had high hopes for what his female form would bring… and they were met.
He was not one to boast, but even he would admit that the woman looking back at him in the mirror could be a model. The strong edges of his face were preserved, but smoothed down to something well within a female spectrum. His hazel eyes were now framed by dark magenta glasses, instead of the navy he was used to. His slick black hair was now softer and billowed down past his shoulders. While his build was… somehow taller than his male one. Standing at a daunting 1.96 meters tall, instead of 1.92, and as far as he could tell, his weight was nearly identical.
He thought this might give him a more masculine stature below the neck, but even without unbuttoning his lavender dress shirt or pulling off his dark capris— or at least they looked like capris— he could feel his curves. B-cup size breasts, a slim waistline, and a tight, toned butt. It was far from the most curvaceous form he donned, but it felt distinct from the one he was so accustomed to.
It was distinct… but retained so many of the strengths of his form, that his analytical mind quickly settled on the idea of testing it.
Even though he was not in the right clothes for it, Zoey decided to test out this body’s physical form by going on a run across the block. After a quick stretch and getting his bearings, he was dashing across the block, covering a chunk of sidewalk with every stride, and moving with a surprising ease.
By the time he returned to the Flare residence, he was neither sweating nor breathing heavily. That was not too surprising for him, but the time certainly did. Nearly every block in Oransen had the same dimensions, and he regularly timed himself as he went on runs. And per the stopwatch app on his phone, he was only 2.4 seconds slower than his all-time best. He was in gym shoes, but if he were wearing more appropriate clothing and took some time to get more comfortable with this form… he would easily beat his best time.
Zoey: “…Okay, I know that running is one of, if not the, most egalitarian sport… but this performance increase is unprecedented. My body is taller, and despite gaining breasts and more fat, it appears as if my body’s muscle mass was largely unaffected. Would my female equivalent simply be more invested in fitness than me? …I should ask Verde instead of making aimless pontifications.”
Zoey spoke in a calm, even-tempered voice that was remarkably mature for an 18-year-old. In fact, it would be an excellent voice for a radio host or general narrator. He would not want to admit it, but he was thinking aloud just to have an excuse to hear more of his female voice.
Returning to the Flare residence proper, Zoey nearly bonked his head as he moved through the door and followed the sound of idle chatter. In the den, he found Jade, Terra, Verde, and Abigale all in the middle of playing a game on their VD 2.0s. From a glance of the screen, they were in the middle of playing Kirby and the Amazing Mirror. Urabe was also there, but she was busy fiddling with things on a laptop.
Zoey: “Are you in the middle of something Verde?”
Verde: “Yeah, trying to map out this damnable maze. But I can multitask, what’s up, Z-girl? You like the new bod?”
Zoey: “Well, I’m a bit… surprised by this. I was already tall as a man, but now I’m an extremely tall woman. I have to be in the ninety-nine-point-ninth percentile for height.”
Abigale: “If you find it to be uncomfortable, we can alter your TransSex form based on available genetic information.”
Zoey: “No, I actually just went for a brief run, and I’m surprised by this body’s athletic capabilities. If I had better running wear, I’m sure I could outdo my fastest time running around a block.”
Verde: “You could find some in your closet back home… but then your mom would make a fuss out of everything— lemme just give you the stuff.”
Verde took her right hand off of her VD 2.0 just long enough to snap her fingers. As the sound moved through the room, a small pile of clothes appeared on a nearby table. A dark gray sports bra, matching shorts that looked closer to underwear than actual clothes, a pair of $100 sports shoes, and a dark magenta hair tie.
Terra: “…I still can’t get over how that’s something you can just do.”
Urabe: “And they say children are the most likely to believe in magic…”
Jade: “Hey, are you sure you’re okay just sitting there on your laptop, Urabe?
Urabe: “Trust me Jade, between these two, I’ve spent years of my sapient life playing multiplayer games, and somebody needs to schedule things.”
Abigale: “She isn’t lying. It was easy to get bored cooped up in the Omnibahn…”
Rather than say goodbye, Zoey excused himself and headed to the nearest bathroom, where he swiftly stripped his body. Whatever trace of boyish voyeurism he felt when seeing a naked woman look back at him in the mirror had dissipated over the past two weeks. He checked that a stray birthmark or two were where they should be and confirmed that this body had developed abs. He didn’t look at his breasts until he was slinging them into the sports bra, his crotch until he was putting the snug material over his— mostly— flat privates, or even his face before he pulled his hair back.
Taking it all in, with his entire torso framed in the mirror, and his face just barely cut out of the frame, he was reminded of the ‘thirst traps’ that he would sometimes see on social media. Where attractive women would show off their finely tuned bodies to garner attention and acclaim. Such behavior was typically beneath Zoey… but he coincidentally thought about snapping a photo as an experiment. If reality and memories changed, then surely any photos he took would as well, right? To be extra certain, he took a picture with both his phone and the camera arbitrarily added to the back of the VD 2.0. He wasn’t even sure if the thing could take photos, but he found the option by digging through the options menu.
With the photos taken, Zoey left to begin his second run across the block, doing his all to zoom across this block at a breakneck speed, unencumbered by hair flying into his face, an unsupportive bra, or any restrictive clothing. After finishing the first rotation, Zoey slid his slightly more slender thumb on his phone, ending the timer. Before he even saw the number, he knew he had already beaten his best time, and checking the results… he cleared it by over half a second.
Zoey laughed as he saw those results, and continued to laugh as he made his way to the backyard.
Zoey: “Hahahaha! …So, this is what I would be like if I was born a woman. Taller, stronger, faster, and— debatably— hotter. Or, at the very least, it would be easier to monetize a body like this. Those attracted to men prefer bodybuilders over someone more slender, but Maxxxie had shown me how much girls who look like me can make without ever getting naked. Or, at least, without showing anything ‘naughty.'”
With a sigh, Zoey slid himself onto a chair in front of the covered pool, leaning back and stretching his body across this seat while looking up at the clear blue sky.
Zoey: “If word gets out about this body… it’ll be even harder to spend the summer as myself.”
As he said that, Zoey looked upon his form with more than a twinge of desire, placing one hand on his breast, and another on his flat stomach. He already had an immensely desirable form as, beyond just being a man in a group with a lot of women, he was a handsome man, a strong man. The same was true for his female TransSex form, and he could imagine every member of the Swap Posse getting curious, deciding to walk a mile in his shoes, and then upgrade that to a full day in them.
His mind fixated on the negative as this likely reality settled in his mind, but then he looked at his phone, and remembered the finer spot of these exchanges.
Zoey: “Every day I spend as someone else, the more I understand them, and the fuller my understanding of the human experience becomes…”
As Zoey said this, he opened up a shared document of notes, all marked with a date and a body. The notes were not exceptionally detailed, nor did they always follow a universal format, but they were still several thousand words of thoughts on being in the various bodies he had inhabited the past two weeks. The highs, the lows, the oddities, and everything he could think to jot down. He looked at them with a sense of dissatisfaction, clearly wishing that he had written more. However, in a climate as fast paced as this, and a different set of fingers at his disposal every day, he was lucky to write anything coherent.
But before he could think about jotting down any notes, he saw a freckle-faced young man approaching him!
Max: “Ey, sexy lady! I’d say it’s bullshit that your TS form looks so fucking hot… but I guess that’s ‘cos you managed your effort points with all of your Super Training.”
Zoey took three seconds to look over Max’s form, before nodding his head, accepting it as a close male equivalent to the Maxxie he embodied last night.
Zoey: “I take it you’re not particularly satisfied by your form?”
Max: “Eh, fat dudes are kinda hard to make sexy, so I was lowkey hoping that I’d land somewhere between you and pre-transition Jade… but Verde just had to do me dirty.”
Zoey: “She ‘did you dirty?’ Did she determine these forms for us or—”
Max: “Nah, she says that all of this was determined by genes, RNG, and magic. So if I wanna get sexy, I gotta work for it. Just like every other man. Guh. I wish I could just pay to make my body hot and keep it that way without doing this fuckin’ maintenance!”
Zoey: “Technically, you could by having someone work out in your body and—”
Max: “Great business idea. Not the solution I want. …I’ll find some way to butter up Verde later. For now, I’ve gotta find a basketball or something and get my fit on!”
Zoey: “You do that Maxxie—”
Max: “When I’m boymoding, it’s Max, Zoey!”
Zoey: “…You do that, I’m going to go for a run.”
Max: “Why, so you can scope out how people treat you now that you’re a sexy fitness girl?”
Zoey: “More or less.”
Max: “Hmph. Stupid sexy Zoey…”
As Max went to raid the backyard shed for a basketball, Zoey ran back into the house, searching for his wallet only to see that it had blossomed into a full-grown purse. Plain, black, practical, and roomy enough to accommodate for the lack of pockets on his person.
Wearing what basically amounted to underwear and with a purse slung over his shoulders, Zoey properly ran off into Oransen, taking his transformed body out on a full test drive.
Part 5: Gemma Stone’s Bubble Bath Delights
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Time: 15:11
Location: The Flare Residence
To say Gemma was pleased with the results of their transformation would be an understatement. He was introduced to the wild world of wondrous possibilities with the enchanting body of Babs, one he was elated to lose his virginity in. She was his type, and being able to command a body similar to the “women in the Latin American erotic films he watched with his parents on most weekends” was a sexual fantasy. One that remained hot in his mind for the past week.
When hearing about the TransSex feature, he did not think about what he would look like, but from the moment he started to move… he knew what he got… and it was exactly what he wanted.
He looked at the woman in the full-length mirror before him, within the bedroom of Ken and Elly Flare. She stood at 176 centimeters in height, and weighed a nice 69 kilograms, all well distributed across her body. She had wide hips, a plump rear, and D-cup breasts, but her waistline was practically thin by comparison. And just when he thought it couldn’t get much better, he saw his face. Gemma always prided himself for his soft facial features, with the fat arranged in a way to keep him looking cute even as he neared the end of his teens. But the woman in the mirror… was a young, bagel-faced beauty with a killer rack!
Gemma was tempted to say that she looked like a younger version of Babs… but he saw enough to know that Babs did not look like this when she was 18, and could not ignore the countless parts of himself in this woman. After all, she had the exact same hair color, tan complexion, and birthmarks dotted across her body. The skin and outer layer of features made him look like a close relative, while the form… it was as if he morphed the flesh underlying his skin into Babs’s image. Kind of like how Beast Boy from Teen Titans always retained his skin and hair color even as he became a flurry of different animals.
…It made sense in Gemma’s head.
Gemma: “I went from a teddy bear to a bunny! Is that not remarkable? With these ample assets aplenty, it makes me wonder if mayhaps this form is what I was intended to have by some whimsical whims of the cosmos… But before I cast my review, I should give her a spin, should I not?”
Gemma spoke in a specifically sultry voice, elongating certain sounds as he strived for the cadence of an erotic actress. He certainly felt like one with this body, and the thought of being one, of mimicking and mirroring the raw sexual thrills he witnessed from a young age… it made him moist. The primal edge of his mind told him to dig in, but he wanted this to be special, to throw in a bit of foreplay and build up.
He looked down at his discarded clothing. A plain T-shirt and jeans that previously wrapped around his fine curves, but it was a bit too ordinary for what he wanted. He needed a different attire to examine this body, to strip away and re-reveal the whole of his being… and then he got a devious idea. He had already worn her clothes, but with builds so similar, it was a more… innocent theft.
As naked as he could be, with nothing covering his form beyond the curly hair that billowed to his shoulder blades, Gemma sauntered from one bedroom to another, cocking his hips from side to side as he imagined himself walking down the runway before opening the door to Babs’s empty room. She was out doing some errands for the Flare family, and that meant the entirety of her wardrobe was primed for Gemma to peruse.
During his time in her body, he made sure to snoop for her more promiscuous attire, and wasted little time pulling it out. Something femme, womanly, and ever so classy. It was cliche, but Gemma’s horny brain settled on a little black dress, pressing it against his naked form and verifying that it, at the very least, should fit.
Gemma: “Normally girls become a woman by wearing white… but I think Mama will forgive me if I skip ahead to a little black dress.”
His excitement overwrote his longing for grace as he returned to Ken and Elly’s bedroom, and the second he was in front of the mirror, he began wiggling his curvaceous form into this dress. He struggled to shove his fat ass and hips through the fabric, squishing his curves down as he wiggled about, while, naturally, enjoying the show in the mirror.
As the struggle came to an end with an undeniable victory, Gemma could only smile at his reflection, and how good he looked in this form. The black dress was tight, but not constricting. He didn’t feel as if he was struggling to breathe, or that he would tear it open at any moment. In digging into his curves, namely his massive boobs, the dress only emphasized them, the black contrasting his skin and drawing the eye to his ample cleavage. But above all else, in this dress, he was met with a softness that was only amplified by his far smoother skin.
The fuzzy hairs that once coated his chest were nowhere to be found, and it felt as if his form had just been freshly shaved, allowing him to feel the full front of the textures that bound his body. It offered him a comfort he had seldom ever been able to feel from the clothes he wore as a man.
He pulled out his phone to better admire and crystalize this sight, snapping pictures of all angles. Looking up, looking low, revealing the open back obscured by his wave of curly hair, and grabbing whichever props he could find lying about. His body grew hot under the splendor of the spotlight he cast onto himself, and as the heat became too much for him, he began to strip. Plucking away the straps from his soft shoulders, plopping out one breasts, before slowly sliding down the dress, keeping it wrapped around his waist like a skirt. Doing so revealed his mildly pudgy tummy, before yanking down the dress slowly, revealing more of his ass to the mirror before the dress plopped to his feet.
Gemma: “It’s not quite as easy as the films make it appear… but that merely means I need to accelerate my practice. An actress is not born, but rather trained. Yet in this subject, I believe myself to be a plentifully proficient learner.”
Gemma pressed himself onto the bed, spreading his dampened legs as he revealed his sex to the mirror, already soaking, begging for attention of some manner. Fortunately, Gemma had exactly what he needed at arm’s length. A vibrator. The very same one he used in the wee hours of the morning last week, after his partner had embraced slumber. He looked down at his clitoris, its color brighter than the rest of his form, and aimed directly for it.
His body jolted, falling onto the bed as the sensation exceeded his expectations. It made sense in some ways. Babs’s body was sexually seasoned, it was matured, while his was freshly plucked. His nerves were more raw, more tender… so he cranked up the vibrator from low to medium before aiming for a second impact.
Gemma’s moans echoed throughout the second floor, trickling down the stairs as they dissipated into something vague, but clear enough to be read was what they were. His body writhed and shook. His brain became sloshy and drenched in chemicals of absolute pleasure, and he still continued to press the vibrator against his supple sex. The confidence and conviction he flaunted as he feigned the persona of an erotic actress crumbled. He attempted to appear dominating yet, in his youthful inexperience, he only dominated himself.
Minutes stretched to hours as Gemma fed into his desires, going from burst to burst as the sheets below him became stained in juices and his voice grew weary from moans and cries of bliss. And just when he thought he was getting over the sensations stemming from his legs, he brought his free hand to his breast.
Gemma laid on the bed, his body heavy, sweaty, and positively stinking of sex. On his face, he wore the look of absolute bliss, as if he had scraped the height of human experience and caught a glimpse into heaven… And in his mind, he had.
Gemma: “Papa always said that a woman’s touch is the greatest gift a man could ask for. But I know, as a certainty, he did not mean it like this…”
Gemma rolled out of the bed with a huff, wiping sweat from his face as he took in the damp silhouette he left behind. He knew he should clean up after such messy play, but with his body still tender from his play session, relaxing took precedence in his chemical filled mind, and he knew exactly how to unwind.
He ventured to the ensuite bathroom, complete with a bath built for two, where he and Babs, in Ken’s body, had a wonderful post-sex cuddle. He wasted no time running the water and adding in a generous helping of bubble bath to the mix, impatiently entering the tub before the water had been fully drawn. There, he coated his back in the warm bubbly comfort, slowly submerging his legs and, eventually, his breasts.
As Gemma shut his eyes, he felt with the whole of his body. The way his hair bobbed and brushed against his back. The way his freed breasts floated slightly within the water, rather than drooping to his chest. And the way his plump features cushioned him from the hard surface of the tub.
Gemma let out an audible ‘ah’ as he embraced this calm, only for his hand to subconsciously reach for his sex once more, circling around his labia before pausing.
Gemma: “Pause! If I indulge in my body in the bathtub, would that cause the water to seep within my body? Soap is non-lethal, but there is a reason why few people consume it, beyond taste. Hmm… Gemma, recollect and reflect on your sexual education history and procure the requested documents before— Ah, yes. How foolhardy and foolsome of me. The diaphragm protects the innards of such intrusions. Perhaps I should refreshen myself on feminine health matters prior to further exploration, and… oh. That is a most privy question!”
Having wisely placed their belongings close to the tub, Gemma grabbed their phone, which now features a pink case with a faux gemstone pattern, and called Verde’s number… only to be met with the voice of Abigale.
Abigale: “Hey Gemma. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”
Gemma: “Most certainly! This body is like a dream!”
Abigale: “Hmm… Verde might not be too happy to hear that. She was hoping this would improve our gender ratio.”
Gemma: “About that, I have a question to ask regarding this new TransSex functionality. Is it, by chance, possible for one to become pregnant while in their state, or could they enjoy the loins of others with no fear of an unexpected procreation?”
Abigale: “Well, Verde did say that all ‘uterus-havers’ were put on ice for the next two months, and the same thing applies to you at the moment. So no, you cannot procreate. And even without that order, you would be unable to become pregnant long enough to conceive a child. The TransSex transformation cannot last longer than seven consecutive days, which is not long enough for something recognizable as a child to be created within one’s uterus.”
Gemma: “…That raises another question though! What fate would befall upon a pregnant woman if she were to use the TransSex function? Would the baby perish, or would they vanish until the transformation is undone?”
Abigale: “…Verde told me you would wind up asking that question. If the pregnant person is less than 6 months pregnant, the pregnancy will end as they assume their TransSex form, and when they return to their usual form, still six months pregnant. After six months though, the TransSex function would not work.”
Gemma: “Hmm… And have you imposed any similar limitations on the Swap function?”
Abigale: “…And she told me to expect this as well. Yes, you can swap bodies with a pregnant person, of course. No, you cannot swap bodies with an unborn fetus. And, as a safety precaution, the VD 2.0 cannot be used on anyone below the age of 3.”
Gemma: “That seems awfully arbitrary.”
Abigale: “Well, that’s how it works.”
Abigale ended the phone call after that, leaving Gemma alone with his thoughts as he floated in this bubble bath. Part of him felt that he should get up and do something. Maybe even call his grandmother while in this form to test the reality altering powers of the VD2.0. …Instead, he decided just to sit back and enjoy the fruity scent of the bathwater.
Part 6: Vidkun & Tony – Baller Boys Life
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Time: 16:12
Location: Dajeqmii Park
With the sun high in the sky, and the day warm without being hot, there was no question how Tony wanted to test out her new body. She took one hand through her stark white temple fade haircut, took off her shirt to reveal a flat chest with toned abs and pecs, and drew open her breezy shorts to see… something worth bragging about.
It was so surreal seeing someone so familiar yet different looking back at her in the mirror. Her skin was still the same light brown hue of a ‘light-skinned’ Black person. Her platinum blonde hair was no longer straight, but instead coiled like her mother’s. Clumps of afro-textured hair covered the top of her head while the sides were given an attractive fade, preventing even a strand of hair from touching her ears.. She was still remarkably tall, standing at a resounding 190 centimeters. Not quite as tall as Zoe… but more than enough for her to immediately decide the first thing she wanted to do to break in this body.
After futzing around the Flare house to grab a water bottle and basketball, she stormed out the house, shirtless, and made her way to Dajeqmii Park. A simple half-block-sized park with a playground for the little kids, a nice sized field for those a bit older, but also a basketball court that was, fortunately, open.
While a burgeoning part of her was primed for some competition, Tony decided to not let this opportunity go to waste, and see just what this new body could do. How fast she could move, how far she could throw, and how well her athletic efforts carried over to her new body.
As the few minutes of exercise ballooned into an hour, Tony was taking a break with some three-point shots. Flexing and working with her thicker fingers as she tried to relearn and unlearn years of muscle conditioning. It was one thing to run or throw something with a different body, but it was another when it came time to do something that required precision. Luckily, when it came to things like this, Tony was a pretty fast learner.
The ball bounced from the metal rim before falling through the hoop, and before it even touched the ground, Tony was triumphantly holding her arm high.
Tony: “Hell yeah! Now that’s what I’m talking about! Three for three, bay-bee!”
It still made her flinch a little hearing her voice. It sounded deeper than she expected, and her once friendly tone shifted into something more brazen. She still sounded like a happy person with her general candor, but her every word now carried a hint of extra… confidence.
She rewarded herself with a water break, guzzling a sixth of her one liter water bottle. As she twisted the cap back on, she saw a… well, not a familiar face, but one she immediately recognized.
It was Vivi in her male TransSex form, wearing a green and purple flannel shirt over a plain white undershirt along with a pair of khaki shorts. She was shorter than the average man at only 170 centimeters, her clothes hung off her lanky, bony, 54 kilogram frame, and her pale freckled skin was still as pasty as it was before. While her shoulder-length curly hair had been sliced down to only five centimeters. Too short for it to even get curly.
Vidkun was never an outdoors person, but her preclusion to the sun was even more apparent when in this form. She looked like she spent all her time in her room, eating one meal a day so she could save money for computer components. She looked like she couldn’t lift more than 20 kilograms, or anything larger than her ‘tower.’ Her hairdo looked like she ran a buzzer with a size 8 clipper guard over her skull three weeks ago, because she didn’t want to blow ten bucks at Great Clips. She looked like a dude who the school would recommend for counseling, because they fit the picture of a school shooter to a tee.
…Well, if you ignored the fact that their best friend was Black.
Vidkun: “There you are, you asshole.”
Vidkun’s voice wasn’t deep, but it also sounded as if he only got part of the way there with puberty. She sounded like a dude you would hear if you were to watch a random dude’s Let’s Play for the latest AAA game release. Not particularly enthused, quick to make snide remarks, and prone to bitter tones when something doesn’t go their way.
Tony: “Hey Vi, how’re you liking your new body?”
Vidkun: “Don’t try and change the subject, Anita. You went running off and didn’t tell anyone where you were going. I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer.”
Tony: “Oh… I think I still have my phone on silent, and I left it on that bench there…”
As she said that, Tony pointed at the bench, where her phone, wallet, and VD 2.0 all rested… within spilling range of her water bottle.
Tony: “I normally kept it between my boobs while running, but these pockets don’t have zippers or anything, so I figured it was best to just leave it out. The per diems are nice, but I’d like to not break my phone all the time.”
Vidkun: “…Okay, that’s a reason, not an excuse. And with the ball bouncing all around, it’s no wonder why you’d ignore a tiny vibration. At least it wasn’t that hard to find you.”
Tony: “Am I ever hard to find, Vivi? Not a lot of people my age have white hair, you know.”
Vidkun: “I guess that’s true… and I can tell you’ve been enjoying yourself.”
Tony: “H-How?”
Vidkun: “You’re covered in sweat, literally dribbling a basketball in front of me… And you definitely smell like a man, Anita.”
Tony: “Heh… Call me Tony when I’m like this.”
Vidkun: “Right. As far as the world is concerned, you are Tony at the moment…”
As Vidkun failed to notice any subtext with Tony’s words, she found a basketball being shoved against her bony flat chest.
Tony: “And you’re Vidkun when we’re like this. Meaning we’re both boys now!”
Vidkun: “Y-Yeah, and?”
Tony: “Test out your new body a little! See what it can do.”
Vidkun: “I assure you, I cannot throw a ball to save my life, regardless of the body. It is a mental issue more than it is a muscle issue—”
Tony: “Just humor me and throw it!”
With a sigh, Vidkun dribbled the ball to the center of the court, aimed for the hoop before her, threw it… and watched it miss the rim, not even hitting the backboard.
Vidkun: “See! Boy or girl, I’m just not made for this.”
Tony: “You sure? C’mon, I know you can do better!”
Vidkun: “You… you’re not going to let me walk away from this until I’m dripping with sweat, are you?”
Tony: “At least give it a try. Maybe you’ll like it once you get some testosterone pumping through your brain!”
Vidkun: “Is that why you’ve been here for an hour?”
Tony: “Eh… maybe. I got in the zone and probably would’ve stayed here until I was half dead. Now come on!”
Tony then threw the retrieved ball at Vidkun, who let out a quiet groan at her friend’s determination. Tony only smiled in response, gesturing at her before doing her best Captain Falcon impersonation.
Tony: “C’mon! Show me your moves!”
It… was going to be a long afternoon.
Part 7: Battle To Be the Top Baller
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Time: 17:20
Location: Dajeqmii Park
After an hour of one-on-one basketball, the score was something-hundred-something to 20, and Vidkun wasn’t even sure how she scored that many. The two women turned men were shirtless and sweaty, sharing the same water bottle filled with public drinking fountain water. It tasted like metal… but at least it was cold.
Tony was laughing and practicing some free throws while Vidkun recuperated, wiping away the sweat off of her person with her undershirt while looking down at her convex belly. Sure, she was always a skinny thing, but without even the impression of boobs before her, she sure felt like her chest was nothing to write home about, and it wasn’t. Bony, pale, and hairless described it well, but her arms and legs were different, with each housing a typical amount of hair for men of her complexion. It was not particularly sightly, and it had… some blonde and black hairs sprinkled in for some reason.
Meanwhile, Tony’s arms and legs were hairless. It struck Vidkun as a curious difference… until she asked herself when she last saw a sports athlete who didn’t shave their arms and legs. The answer was basically never.
Tony: “Yo, Vi! Are you ready for round two?”
As Tony looked at her friend, smiling with her whole face, Vidkun sighed, accepting that she would need to keep going until she couldn’t walk… only for her to spy someone else walking up to the court. They didn’t recognize them at first, but they recognized her the instant they spied her freckles.
Max: “I finally found you, you basketball thieves!”
Tony: “Oh, hey Maxxi— Max. How’s the new body treating you?”
Max gestured to her torso in response, tugging on her shirt to emphasize her gut.
Max: “I got chubby. I was kinda hoping I’d get a boy metabolism, but I guess I got a boy appetite instead.”
Tony: “Ah, and you want some help changing that, so you came to get a nice workout, right?”
Max: “I didn’t come for this! I wanted Verde to just poof and make the pounds fly off me, but apparently I need to lose weight ‘the old-fashioned way.'”
Tony: “Heh. Maybe she isn’t as bad as I thought she was… How about you two to go against me, two v one. Then, it might be a fair fight.”
Max smirked at Tony’s cockiness, and shot a glance at Vidkun, who merely offered a shrug in response.
Max: “You’re on, blondie! C’mon Vid, let’s show this sucker the power of numbers!”
Vidkun nodded her head as she joined Max’s side, openly knowing they had no chance to beat Tony in a game he excelled in so strongly, but willing to give it a try… Emphasis on try.
While Max had a full tank of energy, she quickly found herself dealing with the repercussions of carrying around all that weight. She quickly devolved into a sweating mess as the three bopped around this tiny park court, struggling to intercept Tony’s shots as she stood 13 centimeters taller than Max. And even once she threw her shirt off, revealing her hairy gut, Max struggled with the whole landing shots thing. Max might have had the hands of an artisté, but they did not make throwing a ball any easier, and her previously poor accuracy was made even worse thanks to the extra baggage attached to her arms.
As for Vidkun? She was simply tuckered out, struggling to do much of anything as Tony continuously loomed over her, and only narrowly landing a few shots. She tried, chasing after Tony whenever she saved up a burst of energy, yet when someone is running on fumes, you cannot expect anything more than that.
After less than an hour of play, as the clock struck 18:00, Max was left sucking up water from the local fountain, while Vidkun was pouring her bottle onto her face. They might have done terribly as combatants… but nobody could say they didn’t get in their exercise for the day.
Tony: “Hahahaha! If we keep this up all summer, maybe I’ll get you two on my level.”
Max: “…Hey, Tony, how much would you charge to work out my body every day?”
Tony: “Uh… $200 a day.”
Max: “Oh! …Wait, are you joking or will you—”
Tony: “I… thought I was, but I forgot you’re a rich girl— or I guess rich boy at the moment.”
Vidkun: “We can… discuss… paying someone to work out our bodies… when we’re not all so tired.”
Tony: “You sure? Because I think Max here could afford it, and use some good gut flattening.”
Upon saying that, Tony smacked Max right on her belly, causing her to let out a loud belch and sending belly a-jiggling.
Max: “Urp! Ah, thanks dude, I didn’t know I needed that!”
Tony: “You need a lot more than that if you’re jiggling for that long, son.”
Vidkun: “It’s amazing how well you two have taken to being boys.”
Tony: “I’m just making the most of the experience, you know? It’s not everyday you get to do something like this, and after watching them from the sidelines for so long… I always wanted to do dude shit like that.”
Vidkun: “Oh, really? Do you have a bucket list or something?”
Tony: “Well… beating off in public is on that list—”
Max: “Already tried it before I found you, and I gotta say, it’s overrated.”
Vidkun and Tony looked at Max incredulously as she said that, unsure if she was just fucking with them, or telling the truth… which raised further questions.
Fortunately, before these questions could be asked, a distraction came running in.
Zoey: “Oh, so this is where you three wound up.”
Tony, Vidkun, and Max all looked over as they heard the somewhat familiar female voice of Zoey walking toward them, and all of them almost instantly did a double take. They had seen Zoey as they fled the basement, but not in his current form. Hair tied back in a sporty ponytail, toned tummy on display, breasts snugly wrapped in a sports bra, and crotch wrapped up in a set of shorts that left little to the imagination. When combined with his crossbody purse, the strap neatly nestled between his modest breasts… they struggled to accept this was the same diligent, proper Zoe they had known for so many years.
Zoey: “…You’ve been boys for only a few hours, and you’re already gawking at me? I wanted to learn more about women when I left like this… but all I learned is how piggish men truly are.”
Max: “Hey, it’s not our fault that you’re hot as fuck, Zoey!”
Tony: “Y-Yeah. Your girl form looks… really good… and strong too— You wanna play ball with us?”
Vidkun: “I guess she really is a gold star lesbian.”
Tony: “Huh, you say something Vi?”
Vidkun: “I said I’m down to go another round if you two are.”
Zoey looked at the three girls-turned-boys before him, and planted his hands against his hips in an exaggerated manner, if only to capture their eye.
Zoey: “How about this? I’ll play with you, three versus one, ‘boys’ versus ‘girl,’ first to 30 wins.”
Max: “Ooooh! Sounds like a gamble? What does the winner get?”
Zoey: “If I win, you three need to do one thing I say. If you win, I need to do one thing each of you say.”
Vidkun: “What are you, a genie? …Actually, you do look like one now that I think about it.”
As Vidkun made that comment, looking down at Zoey from head to toe, she felt a certain… movement in her pants. Zoey noticed Vidkun’s distinctly male gaze, but paid it no mind, instead snickering as he walked closer.
Zoey: “I guess you can think of me like that. So, what do you say, Tony? Do we have a deal?”
Zoey raised out his hand to Tony, who looked up at Zoey’s face, gulping as their gray and hazel eyes locked. It was only then that Tony fully registered how much taller Zoey was than her, only then that she saw him as a potential challenger. She knew the weight failure would have on her if she lost… but as she imagined what she could get if she won, the very concept of losing evaporated from her brain.
Tony: “You’re on!”
Zoey: “Then show me what you’ve got, big guy!”
Tony: “Oh, with pleasure!”
The men took their battle stations as they fended off the lone woman before them, ready to exert their dominance through the power of numbers and testosterone. They chivalrously gave Zoey the ball to start with, but after he began this battle by scoring a point within five seconds… their confidence began to falter.
Tony, Vidkun, and Max tried their best, relying on fundamentals and strategy, but Zoey moved through the court with grace, dodging around everyone who was trying to get on his ass. The moment he got his hands on a ball, he took aim, threw, and scored. His precision was outlandish, absurd, and if this was a sports movie, some jaded old timer would look at Zoey’s performance and see a spark of hope for the future of women’s basketball. …But this is a novel, so that legally cannot happen.
It took less than 15 minutes before Zoey reached 30 points, with the boys only reaching a paltry 12 by comparison. They looked up at him, wondering what punishment awaited them, only for him to defy his usual professional demeanor and adopt a sinister grin.
Max: “I’ll admit it, I was kinda useless there, because I kept on looking at your ass. ‘Cos you got a great ass, Zoey!”
Zoey: “Thanks, but flattery will get you nowhere, Max. I remember the rules I set out, and I expect to get what we agreed on, per your gentlemen’s agreement.”
Tony: “Technically, I did not say it was a gentlemen’s agreement. I just agreed to it and… Okay, what are you going to have us do?”
Zoey: “For the moment, nothing. But, you three will owe me a favor, and sometime soon.”
Vidkun: “Just as shrewd as always…”
Tony: “Hold on, if you don’t have anything in mind, why did you even offer us a wish?”
Zoey: “I wanted to test my body, and figured you would perform better if the stakes were higher. I know you’re all women deep down… but you sure were looking at me like a bunch of men. And I know the best way to get a man to do what one wants is to play with their more masculine desires. Pride, courage, but most of all, their sex drive.”
Max: “So, you knew we were going to use our wish to fuck you if we won?”
Zoey: “Precisely.”
Max: “Eh, I guess you don’t need to be a brain surgeon to figure out that much.”
Vidkun: “So, that’s it? We head back to your place with sweaty pits and blue balls?”
Zoey: “Unless you want to go for double or nothing with round two.”
Zoey shot the three a look like a trained temptress, and though their lower brains told them to agree to this proposition… their upper brains won out in the end.
Tony: “Nah, after a workout like that, I’m pretty beat. Let’s just head back, cool off, and nab some nosh.”
Vidkun: “Nosh? Seriously?”
Tony: “I’m just trying to dude up my vernacular, Vivi. Just let me have this.”
As everyone finished grabbing their things from the designated ‘stuff’ bench, Zoey cast out his hand and pointed in the general direction of the Flare Residence.
Zoey: “Lead the way, boys.”
Max: “Nah, you do it Zoey. You whooped out asses, so at least let us gawk at yours. …Please.”
Zoey lifted his purse up slightly with an exaggerated sigh and silently agreed to Max’s request, leading the pack while the three smaller man-shaped ladies walked behind him. Each staring at the magnificent posterior before them as they waddled behind, like a gaggle of ducklings.
Part 8: Da Beat Off Boyz
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Time: 18:10
Location: The Flare Residence
The sun still hung high in the evening sky, and from the open kitchen window, the scents of a decadent dinner wafted into the backyard. There, four ‘boys’ were lounging about on some lounge chairs, munching on popsicles. The previous shirtless and sweaty group of Max, Tony, and Vidkun, but with the addition of a shirt-wearing Shinji.
Shinji: “So, why did you think it was a good idea to challenge Zoe? He put a lot of the student athletes to shame…”
Max: “Because I wanted to cop some of that ass.”
Vidkun: “Because boy hormones make you act three years younger than you’re supposed to be.”
Tony: “Because it was a challenge! I never stood much of a chance to the boys at school— except when it came to running or maybe swimming— and after you outraced me in his body, I wanted to show Zoe the power of skill! …But it didn’t work.”
Shinji: “R-Right. Sorry about that, I never meant to make you feel bad or anything—”
Tony: “Nah, it’s fine. The first race I had against the Zoe Xing, not even being against Zoe, was kinda funny… After I got over the betrayal you put me through!”
Shinji: “S-So, it seems like you’ve all been enjoying your bodies.”
Max: “I’d be enjoying it a lot more if I was 5 kilos lighter, but yeah, my dudesona’s not half bad.”
Vidkun: “Dudesona? What does that even mean?”
Max: “You know, it’s like how when you switch bodies and try to ask like them, you adopt their persona. And when you are yourself, but a dude, you adopt your dudesona. And if you’re normally a dude, you adopt your girlsona, like Zoey did.”
Shinji: “Uh, didn’t you say ‘dude’ was a gender-neutral term?”
Max: “It is when it is, and it ain’t when it ain’t!”
Tony: “So, what’ve we got planned for the rest of the night?”
Vidkun: “I’m going to bail after dinner and play some games. Controllers are supposedly made for men, so I want to see if they feel better in my man hands.”
Max: “Same, but less on the vidya and more on the arts. I’ll stream at about 20:30, and it might be my worst one! Even worse than that one after I got my hand caught between a locker door…”
Shinji: “I guess trying out my hands might be a good call… but I don’t know if Haruki is going to let me do that.”
Max: “Yeah, where is Haruki anyway? Of all the girls I know, she’s the one who talked about how cool it’d be to have a dick the most.”
Shinji: “Um… inside. In your parents’ bedroom… with Gem.”
Max: “Shit! I should call Jade. It ain’t right that her first time was with a sapient dildo, but I can still be the first human to show her the wonders of PIV!”
Vidkun: “Wait, was that flying dildo thing real? I thought you were just high or something when you added that to the Telegram chat.”
Max: “It was as real as that thing between your legs, and if you think you are leaving my neck of the woods without getting that thing tugged, you’ve got another thing comin’!”
Vidkun: “…Are you propositioning me for gay sex? You know I’m a lesbian, right?”
Max: “I knew it before you did, girl. I’ll fuck you if ya want, because I wanna see what it’s like to ram a cock up there when rockin’ a prostate. But I was actually talking about jerking off.”
Tony: “Oh, right… I was a bit too excited by what I had upstairs to really think about that. Heh.”
Max: “Oh, bullshit! You were totally thinking about your dick as it bounced around in your shorts. I could practically hear it! Let Tony junior out to play and watch him ascend into manhood!”
Shinji: “M-Maxxie, are you suggesting that we jerk off together… here?”
Max: “I mean, is there anything manlier than jerkin’ it around the boys?”
Vidkun: “I know there isn’t anything gayer.”
Max: “Same thing!”
Shinji: “U-Um, wouldn’t we need material or something for that?”
Max: “You’ve got a phone, don’tcha? And if you’re feeling self-conscious about it, get in the shed, Shinji! It won’t be the weirdest place you’ve done it.”
Shinji’s face twisted at that crude comment, referencing how she masturbated in a public restroom while in Zoe’s body. With Max smugly smiling right next to her, Shinji decided to indulge in her frustration and punch her in the arm. It was not very effective.
Shinji: “You bastard! You weren’t supposed to tell them that!”
Max: “Hey, I didn’t say where you did it and what you did. But now they’re gonna be curious. You can stay here and let the questions roll in, or you could jerk it in the shed while I show Tony here a good time.”
Tony: “Uh… Did I agree to that?”
Max: “Think of it as a reward for beating me. And don’t worry, I have a very talented mouth. It might be a bit bigger than it was this morning… but that just means I can accommodate more business.”
Max seductively looked into Tony’s gray eyes as she approached her, folding her legs as she sat down on the grass, her head parallel to Tony’s crotch. As Shinji saw what was about to happen, she scampered off to the shed, leaving her stained popsicle stick behind. While Vidkun remained seated, crossing her legs while licking up the last vestiges of her popsicle before it melted.
Tony had ample opportunity to say no as she watched Max get into position, pulling down her shorts and briefs to that thing Tony felt flopping around while testing out her new body. Max looked at the penis before her intently, measuring its length with her eyes and subjecting its shape to memory. It was 7 inches long, not as long as Zoe’s, but long enough that Max could tell she would need to really swallow to pleasure its entirety.
With a deep breath and cleansing gulp, Max opened her mouth, and began to ease the sweaty cock before her into her biggest hole. Tony looked on at her with wide eyes, aghast that this was really happening… but unable to move as she began quaking in her shoes. There was a tiny voice in her mind shouting, saying that this is wrong. …Yet, every other part of her urged her to stay exactly where she was, lean back, to enjoy the sort of pleasure only a man can experience.
She spread her legs nice and wide so Max could fit every last centimeter into her mouth. It was hot, it was wet, and Tony could feel flesh surrounding her sex from every angle. It was a far cry from the tension and sense of strength that came with masturbating with one’s hands, something she had already experienced in Gem’s body. It felt more… daring, uncertain, and somehow even empowering. She beat Max, and now Max was pleasuring her, acknowledging her masculinity and power by… appeasing her very manhood.
Part of her was satisfied with just staying in this position, but then Max started to move her head to and fro, establishing a rhythmic sucking motion as Tony’s dick skated across her tongue. She had not considered how tender the underside of a man’s penis would be, but as a tunnel of veins, there were more than a few nerves to touch, and Max fondled them like a pro.
Every thrust of her lips felt like it could bring Tony over the edge, to her apex. She felt like she was sent on a mad sprint, her heart beating so hard she feared that it would burst from her chest. But as she continued to dash across this seemingly endless path, she finally saw the finish line, and crossed it.
Tony: “GYUGH!!!”
All the built-up pressure in her body was released through a single point, at a single moment, and flooded the entirety of Max’s mouth. It seeped out of Max’s tightly bound lips, and as Tony reluctantly removed her member from Max’s mouth, she was left coughing up cum.
Max: “Guh. Dude, your cum tastes like rotten Worcestershire sauce. The fuck did you eat for lunch?”
Tony: “Uh, just a tuna sandwich—”
Max: “Next time you cum in someone’s mouth, do them a favor and eat some… pineapple or something. At least that’s what Jack recommends…”
Tony: “Uh, who’s Jack?”
Max: “Some dude who got outed because he wrote too much about gay dinosaurs from Nintendo games. Now get me some sparkling water or something to wash this taste out.”
Like a good boyfriend who just contaminated up his boy/girlfriend’s mouth, Tony yanked up her knickers and ran to the kitchen to grab the requested beverage. Max continued to cough up a combination of semen and saliva as she departed, but once Tony was out of earshot, she stood up and looked at the third wheel in the vicinity. A redhead who was hiding behind a barbeque with their hands over their pants.
Max looked down at Vidkun with a sinister grin and pulled away her arms to reveal what she was so keen on hiding. A burgeoning erection too large to be contained in a pair of briefs, forming an impressive tent in her shorts. Max’s eyes shot wide open, and she yanked down Vidkun’s shorts, revealing a vein-filled 12 inch— footlong— cock.
Max: “YOOOOOO!!! The fuck is this Hard Times of RJ Berger bullshit? Not only were you cucking out while I was jerking off your boyfriend, you were hiding this prime kielbasa from us?”
Vidkun: “I… I didn’t want to just whip it out or anything— Wait, who is RJ Berger?”
Max: “Shut up and lemme jerk you off!”
Vidkun: “Y-You’re gonna give me a blowjob?”
Max: “Fuck no! I’d die if I tried, and if I took your dick in my ass, my prostate would pop like a weasel! You’re getting a handjob, and you’re going to like it, sir!”
With no further request for consent, Max proceeded to wrap her finely trained hands around Vidkun’s giant monster-sized cock, grabbing it like the piece of meat it so firmly resembled. Vidkun thought to object, but Max knew her way around dicks, and quickly found spots sensitive enough to pacify Vidkun to the point where her words devolved into moans of pleasure.
Max smiled as she realized the power she held over her partner. The confident and curt Vidkun was now putty in her hands, and if she wanted her to say anything, now was the time. However, Max was far from a little devil, and merely reaped her satisfaction by looking at Vidkun’s face. Unabashed, raw, simultaneously both gross and beautiful. It was the face of a man in absolute pleasure, complete with a trickle of drool coming down the face.
That same satisfaction was reflected in the dick, filled with so much blood that you could feel her heartbeat through it, and so hot it felt like it could burn Max’s hands. Max smiled at this seeming challenge, eager to let it keep on going, to see how long someone with a dick this fat could really last. But after about three minutes of stimulation, and however long Vidkun spent cuckolding behind a barbecue, the climax was reached.
A mighty white burst ejected from Vidkun’s dick, and rather than oozing out onto the ground, as often happens with giant dicks, her splooge soared. It flew not one, but three feet through the air, where it triumphantly landed into the pool.
Max: “FIFTEEN POINTS MOTHERFUCKER!!! WOO!”
Max clapped and heckled at this triumphant sight. Vidkun laughed while suffering from a bout of lightheadedness, leaning her forehead against the cool metal in search of relief. While Tony casually poked her head behind the barbecue, three sparkling water cans in hand… only to drop them on the cement floor as she saw her girlfriend’s fat cock.
Tony: “Is… Is that thing real? I didn’t know they could get that big.”
Vidkun: “It’s… it’s real… and it feels real fucking good.”
Tony: “…How do you even have sex with something like that?
Vidkun: “I… guess I’ll need to figure that out.”
Max interjected into this awkward display by handing the two ladies-turned-boys a popped can of sparkling water before taking a long swig of a can herself.
Max: “Ah! Good question! I’m sure you boys will figure that out, but I think we can all stand for a little reprieve. Babs is prolly done with dinner, so let’s make like men and dine like men.”
Vidkun: “I think you’ve done enough of that, Max.”
Max: “Dude, I literally just jerked you off a minute ago, and you’re making a fat joke?”
Tony: “I guess you could call that a dick move?”
As Tony let out that stinker of a joke and laughed like it was the height of comedy, Max shoved her into the pool, just barely missing the cloud of cum still floating in it.
Max: “You gotta learn Tony. In man’s world, you are given a man’s punishment when you make something beneath a dad joke. Now, let—”
Without taking the time to pull up her shorts, or briefs, Vidkun tackled Max into the pool, falling down with her. Tony narrowly avoided the two, but got soaked from the impact.
Tony: “Ha! Get rekt, Max!”
Max: “Hey! What was that for?”
Vidkun: “Think of it as comeuppance for dunking my boyfriend— or, girlfriend— wait, if we are both boys in this TransSex reality, does that make us gay men—”
Shinji: “Uh, what are you all doing?”
The three then looked up to see Shinji, her complexion a bit red after spending a bit too long in that stuffy shed, and her pretty boy face morphed into something quizzical. Max turned to face Tony as Shinji appeared, doing a double take before offering her a nod. Tony replied with a shrug, sealing their non-verbal agreement.
Max & Tony: “GET IN HERE!”
The two grabbed Shinji from the pool and proceeded to throw her in. She screamed in confusion as she was soaked against her will, but the other three were laughing, and that’s the most important part.
While the four boys got wet and wild in the pool, Babs and Terra looked at them from the comfort of the kitchen as they prepared the finishing touches on tonight’s dinner.
Babs: “Sights like these make me glad you turned out to be a girl, Terra.”
Terra: “Um, thanks?”
Babs: “You’re quiet, responsible, and don’t make a… Terra, look away. They’re stripping now.”
Terra: “Do you mean Maxxie’s making them take their clothes off?”
Babs: “Yeah.”
Terra: “I… really hope she doesn’t stay like this.”
Babs: “Maxxie will always be Maxxie. With you, I knew something was up. But this? Maxxie would’ve done the same damn thing if she had more female friends when she was 16.”
Terra: “So, you don’t think she’ll stay as Max?”
Babs: “You saw how much she begged Verde to ‘make her fat into raw muscle.’ She’s having her fun. But she likes herself too much to ever make a permanent change.”
Terra: “Huh. …Are you sure about that, Babs?”
Babs: “To be honest Terra… no. At this point, in a world where I have a reality changing device in my pocket and am making dinner for three Gods, I can’t be sure about anything.”
The Posse Logs: My Sensational Summer Vacation Diary
Jade: “As someone who permanently switched their body’s sex, I feel like I should be conflicted about this whole TransSex form. But I’m really not. While I am a girl, I’m not under any assumption that I always was, even though, in the canon of reality, I was. My memories of living as a boy are part of me, and while my body is as if I had been designated female at birth, I would not want to forget what made me… me. I tried being a boy, and I sucked at it, it made me miserable and prevented me from doing things I should enjoy. I never want to go back, but that doesn’t mean I want to dictate the lives of others. I had the opportunity to explore and figure out what I wanted and they should too. …Even if it is really weird seeing my photos with Maxxie and everyone changing like that. I understand the reality warping element, but it makes me feel like I’m going crazy…”
Max: “Damn. You know, I love being a girl, but being a guy? That shit’s pretty damn cool too! I’ve never been demure or a girly girl, but there’s just something about the freedom to be a dude. It’s something I always felt was out of reach, but now… I can grab all those experiences right by the dick and tug, tug, tug, until that shit goes BTOOOM! Though, I still need to figure out a way to get Verde to give me a better body. I could feign dysphoria, but that’s dirtier than dirt. It’s dirtier than ODB!”
Zoey: “By the time I finally came home, my mother kept staring at my body. She kept quiet about why, not telling me if it was the uncanniness of seeing her only son as a woman, or because of the type of woman I looked like. The resemblance between us was always slim, but rather than looking more like her, there was arguably less of a resemblance than before. I could tell she was struggling to adapt to this new normal, to the idea that bodies are something fluid, and that one could just change their sex. She had always been a very grounded woman like that, and even for me, it was odd seeing how thorough this change truly was. From photos to my diploma to even my room. The changes were most often slight, but I could not escape the feeling that I had slid into the life of my alter ego from another world.”
Shinji: “Becoming a boy version of myself was… very weird. While I knew Verde could do this, I never expected us to get this ability. It’s true that I grew more comfortable with this body as time went on. Well, comfortable might not be the right word. Being in this body was uncanny, as while I could see myself in my new face and in my voice, it felt mutated all the same. There was something surreal about just talking to Mom and Dad when I got home… and I could tell it was hard for them. They worry about me a lot, and I appreciate that they do. They might be sheepish toward any change in my life, but I know they will always be there for me… even as I feel myself growing into more of a pervert. It was one thing to masturbate in Maxxie’s shed, but when going to sleep tonight… I masturbated while thinking about having sex with Zoe in my TransSex body while I’m in his TransSex body. I don’t know why I was thinking of this body like that. I just… did.”
Terra: “As a trans girl, it’s just… weird seeing your cisgender sister turn into a boy as a lark. Especially when she looks kinda like me, but with freckles, if I became fatter in my teens. It felt kind of wrong for them to treat it just like a game, but I guess this entire body swap and gender bending adventure of ours is just that, a game. …And I hope it stays a game, because while I would never deny someone’s gender, I really don’t want Maxxie to become Max. He would just be… a lot to deal with, and not nearly as cute.”
Vidkun: “Signing off, I’m still not sure if this was all real or not. It was one thing to be Gem and Zoe, but being a male version of me, and one with this monster-sized dick… feels like a goldarn dream. I ran around and did more physical activity today than I had… ever in my entire life, so I’m not sure what to make of this. Other than moving around as a man is easier, even with a ‘third leg’ flopping around, and the bigger the penis, the more head rush there is when cumming. I felt like I was going to pass out when I first did it in the bathroom. I would comment on what it was like being around my family as a boy, but both Jim and Tracey got home late, and basically nothing in my room changed. Which I guess is a plus. It means I don’t need to learn another system.”
Tony: “Never before had I realized how much boobs got in the way when playing basketball, nor did I realize how much a few centimeters made a difference… Or how good it can feel to have another man suck my dick. The last one wasn’t really related, but it was in my mind, for whatever reason. If everybody had TransSex forms, there would be no practical need for anybody to use their female forms to play sports, because even something like running, as a dude, feels weirdly better. I couldn’t get a good tell when inside Gem because he’s such a chunky guy, but as Tony? It was nice. Hell, even my home life seems… weirdly better? My parents seemed less strict around me, which was the opposite of what I was expecting with how Mom can be. Hell, they even let me keep a TV and an Xbox in my bedroom which… makes me suspicious that Verde might be telling a white lie and fucking with me. AGAIN! But why would she want me to be a dude?”
Gemma: “Even as I retire for this evening, my hands and body are still pruned from my bubblebath adventure. It was an indulgent affair, without question, but one that I do believe was worth the most while. I have spent many a night in a woman’s body at this point, but it is something I find increasingly addictive. Not due to a dislike for my male form mind you, but in that it offers something different and distinct, and my TransSex rendition… might just be my favorite so far. It is an underwhelming answer indeed, yet it gives me the comforts of a female body, with a bodily distribution I find most agreeable, without altering my sense of self. It grants me a bodily femininity without the restraint of acting like another. Even when around my parents, they acted as if nothing was wrong with me. Curiously, not even as I plainly caressed my bosoms. Mayhaps I should inquire further about this transformation from the Dusk family…”
Caroline: “I was going out for coffee with Paz when we got a Telegram message from Verde, telling us about the TransSex function. We were hesitant about using it in public, but there weren’t that many people there, and Paz insisted that I try being a man for a while. I had known Zoe since he was a kid. So being in his body like that felt a bit wrong to me, and I wasn’t bold enough to ask Ken or Daisuke for their bodies, so… I figured I may as well give it a try. It felt like my body got… simple, more compact, but also bigger, all at the same time. Part of my body that I took for granted were gone, and while I felt heavier, everything else was lighter. I was physically stronger than I ever had been in my life, and after I saw what I had in my pants… I had to go home immediately. I thought the male body was tainted in my mind after what Bryce did to me. Yet, that night I… I’d rather not say what I did alone that night, just that I’m glad I didn’t need to confront Jade like this.”
Raiyne: “A man’s body is a terrifying thing. I barely need to do anything for my mind to lose itself in favor of lust. Even in Daisuke’s body and looking at my body, I struggled to maintain my composure. It was something I needed to get accustomed to if I wanted to be part of this group, but… I didn’t do it. If I truly wanted to be part of this group, I felt as if I needed to have sex as a woman, as myself, before anything. I know all I need to do is ask, yet that also feels wrong. I want my first time to have meaning, to have weight, and I do not know how to find that amongst a group where everyone is so casual. I know I could easily lose myself in the thrills of being a man, but… I just cannot allow myself to do that. Even if it means going the rest of the summer without becoming a man.”
Babs: “After being the maid for the day, I finally got around to trying this new TransSex feature. It wouldn’t mark the first time I got to be a man, and after being Ken last week, I was damn excited… Though, I should have expected I’d wind up looking like my brothers. Now, that’s not a complaint. Puberty treated Gus and Ray well. It’s just weird looking into the mirror, as everything from the curly hair to the facial hair reminded me of them, and the face… looks like a cross between them and dear old dad. The only thing that doesn’t remind me of them… is my dick. That’s a Babs, or I guess Bernard, original.”
Kathy: “The first thing I saw when I woke up was Verde’s message on Telegram. Before I could even grab coffee, my partner and I gave it a whirl. Sure, we had one of the most important meetings we’ll have all year scheduled for that day, but neither of us were willing to leave this feature untested. And I don’t mean to brag, but Katherine is a ravishing woman! For as much as I adore my partner, I always carried a love for curvier women, tall women who, with the help of heels, towered over men, and who radiated the aura of utter dominance. That… well, that just describes me to a tee, doesn’t it? Oh, Lord… Just imagining Elly in this body is enough to make me wet.”
Elias: “I was the youngest of my family, and per my brothers, I always had a good idea what I would look like as a man but… I think Verde might have optimized something, because I just might be more attractive, and taller, than all of them. All the hard work and effort I placed into maintaining my body was directly transferred into this one. To the point where I look at least five years younger than other men my age. I appear to have lost a semblance of flair in this transition, though, that might not be a bad thing. You’d be surprised at how easy it is to get a Japanese man to agree with someone who looks like a younger, taller, hotter version of himself. The only bane is the looks they give me when seeing my wife. Hopefully one day, their culture will advance to see the value in true curves and darker skin.”
Nathaniel: “It just didn’t make sense. How could someone like Zoe look so good as both a man and a woman, yet carry half of my genes? It just didn’t seem possible. It had to be some trick created by Verde, some way to… turn us into a bunch of transgenders or something. Make it so our reverse sex bodies were better than our normal ones. At least, that’s what I thought before I tried it out and saw… what I expected to see if I had been born a man. It was nothing like Zoe’s body. It was nothing like Ken’s body. It was the body of a man… but with every vice my body had. If not more.”
Daisuke: “…I will admit that I tried the TransSex functionality during a bathroom break at work. …And I do not want to talk about it. I know I eventually will, as Haruki, or rather Haruya— even though Haruki is both a masculine and feminine name— already saw through my secrecy. She might not know what I am hiding, or why I am hiding it, but she will find out sooner than later. And if she wasn’t enough, Pas was nudging me to transform for bed. We had such great sex when swapping the past few nights that I can see her point. But… I dread to imagine what would become of my life if she were to see me in that body.”
Pas: “I swear, all this time spent as a man has made me too bold. I transformed into my male form while I knew someone was looking at me, just to test its reality shifting capabilities. He flinched, only to go back to his business, as if he couldn’t tell what happened. It was… honestly, a tad underwhelming. The same thing goes for my male body. It was taller, yes, but it lacked the mass and stature I would expect from Daisuke, Gem, or Zoe. I was unquestionably a man as I looked down at myself, but I had a frail, almost gaunt, form. My proportions were similar to… Jade before her transformation, despite being almost 30 years older. I suppose it makes some sense, as my frame was always more willowy and light, but… it feels as if the only things that changed were my sex, my face, and my height.”
Haruya: “Dinner tonight was just wack. It is one thing for everybody else to be in different bodies or whatever, but… we were all dudes. Daisuke, Pas, Shinji, and me. And when looking around the house… we just saw a bunch of photos of us, like somebody went in and expertly photoshopped all of us in. Now, it’s cool… but it also raises so many questions. Like… who the hell is our mom now? I checked the receipts, and my damn birth certificate says that I had two dads but no mother, and… that’s not how that works? Whose pussy did I come out of? Am I going to just disappear after a week of this because reality thinks I shouldn’t exist? Or is Verde gonna protect me? Either way, being a dude’s pretty sweet and I’m already planning on showing Haruya to a friend, switch to Haruki during round two, just to really fuck with them. Because, honestly, that’s probably the best use for this body. Fucking with my friends by fucking ’em!”
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