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 19th: Date Night Cubed
Part 1: Max’s Romantic Rendezvous
Date: Friday, June 19, 2015
Time: 18:28
Location: The Flare Residence
Max had every opportunity to do whatever she wanted with this date night. She could have made reservations at an elegant restaurant and shown Jade how much of a gentleman she could be. She could have taken her out to downtown Oransen to see the local sights before settling at a quaint eatery they had some connection to. So long as she abided by her grounding from a few days ago and stayed within the borders of Oransen, she was golden.
However, she kinda sorta maybe forgot to make reservations until lunchtime, and could not book something romantic. When faced with this new challenge… Max said fuck it and decided to host a date night in her basement.
In all fairness, it was a nice basement, yet it was her usual hang out spot with her friends, there was nothing special, let alone romantic about it. She could have used her artistic abilities to spruce it up, turn it into a little lover’s den, instead, she did nothing. All she did was order a pizza— half cheese and half pepperoni— a side order of garlic bread, load up the mini fridge with drinks, hook up the old Xbox 360, and toss in Earth Defense Force 2025.
When Jade walked in half an hour ago, she looked at this sight with disappointment, like Max was testing their relationship by presenting the bare minimum. But now, the two were laughing it up as they sat back on the sofa, the greasy pizza box between them, controllers in hand, as they did what you do in EDF. Blow up giant space insects!
Jade & Max: “Our soldiers are prepared for any alien threats! The navy launches ships, the air force sends their jets! And nothing can withstand our fixed bayonets! The EDF deploys!“
With the screen split vertically, the two piloted their flying soldiers— known as wing divers— through a geographically basic Japanese cityscape, battling an imposing horde of giant spiders and ants. Both of their characters were armed using short-ranged beams of electricity, causing their targets to jitter and yelp before exploding into giblet-filled husks that littered the environment. Truly, this was the alpha and the omega of video games. What they have always been about, and what they were always meant to be.
As they reached the end of a poorly conveyed wave of enemies and the non-subtitled commander delivered exposition, the two each took a break to grab a slice of pizza, munching away a few bites before talking to each other.
Jade: “You know Max, this isn’t even ‘kind of’ a date night.”
Max: “No shit. What, did you want something more romantic?”
Jade: “…No, not really. It’s been too long since we just sat back and hung out like this. Going out to restaurants has never really been my thing, and I’d rather just be comfortable with my girlfriend— erm— boyfriend at my side.”
Max: “You can call me your girlfriend, I don’t really care. I know I’m still a girl deep down, so all pronouns are cool in my book.”
Jade: “Uh, I don’t think ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ are pronouns, Max.”
Max: “Well, they are in my magical book of splendor and joy!”
Jade: “So now it’s not only a ‘magical’ book, but one full of ‘splendor and joy?'”
Max: “Yeah, keep up with the program!”
Jade: “I’ll keep up with you… if you keep up with me!”
In their game, Jade’s character was apprehended by a giant ant, struggling to escape from it and the massive horde of other ants swarming over the top of a skyscraper. While Maxxie’s character was flying off in the wrong direction, away from the action.
Max: “Oh… I’d blame that one on controller drift, but you’re the one who took old drifty.”
Jade: “Yeah, and I’m carrying the team! HELP ME!”
Max: “Fret not, fraulein! The goddess of victory is here to bring you salvation, with the power of EXPLOSIVE DEATH!”
Max’s wing diver then unleashed a volley of plasma cannon rounds, eradicating the ants while giving Jade enough room to reorientate herself and get back to slaughtering the alien insect menace. They laughed, rejoicing in their destructive prowess as the enemies quickly became overwhelmed by the power of teamwork, only for their fun to be interrupted by the sound of someone heading down the stairs.
They paused the game to see the TransSex form of Babs. Full name was Bernard Orion Pequot, but Max had insisted that she go by the nickname ‘Ben.’ Bern had a tall 185 cm stature, a clean ten centimeters taller than her female self, and her ample curves had been flattened, replaced with a toned muscular body. Her curly charcoal hair was only a fraction of its former length, yet she wore it with both style and grace, same with her hardened, handsome mug.
She stood dressed in a collared shirt, the first three buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, along with a pair of slacks that hugged her legs. Stray curly black hairs lined her thicker arms and billowed out her shirt, giving her a slightly rugged edge. However, she still looked plainly presentable, possibly even fashionable with where modern trends were aligned. Though, the most operative word that came to mind when looking at her was… comfortable. Bern was plainly comfortable in her TransSex body.
Bern: “Hey kids, everything going alright with you?”
Max: “We’ve got pizza, we know where the snacks are, we’re good, Bern!”
Bern: “Cool. I’m heading out for the night with Caroline. Don’t burn the place down, call me if shit gets bad, lay off the booze, yada yada, you know the drill.”
Max: “I know, I know… Wait… are you and C planning on going on a little date?”
Jade: “W-What? Max, why would you expect them to—”
Bern: “You could call it that.”
Jade: “H-Hold on, since when is there—”
Bern: “Since she jilled off in my body for a week straight? We’re in a polycule Jade, which means nothing’s off the table… except for the stuff that’s obviously off the table.”
Max: “Yeah Jade! We might become family before we become spouses at this rate!”
Jade: “B-Babs isn’t part of your family! I mean, not legally or by blood or—”
Max: “I’m just fooling around, you silly!”
Jade took a deep breath when it became clear that Max was, indeed, just fooling around with her. She worked herself up enough that her skin got all pink and hot, but it quickly returned to her usual light complexion.
Max: “So, how’s the dude mode working out for you, Bern?”
Bern: “It’s nice to get my girls off my chest for a while, but I really miss my ass . No matter how buff this man ass is, it makes sitting down suck in comparison. When I was Terra, it didn’t really bother me because I was so tiny and nothing really hurt, but if I try to sit in a wooden chair, or on the floor, for long enough, I can tell that my back’s in danger.”
Max: “Yeah, but shouldn’t cooking and cleaning be easier now that you’re stronger?”
Bern: “You’d think. But because I’m so much bigger, everything also feels a lot less precise. I’m not as flexible as I was as a woman. But if I ever need to move something, like the fridge or the oven, then it’s no problem.”
Max: “No problem for you because Verde decided to make you all sexy and fit…”
Bern: “No, I worked to be sexy and fit for years, unlike you, ya little chubster! You know where my gear is!”
Max: “Oh, shaddup, you! Don’t you have a date to get to or something?”
Bern: “Fine, fine. You two enjoy killing those bugs or whatever. See ya later!”
With a trek back upstairs, Bern shut the basement door, leaving Jade and Max alone once again. The two silently resumed their game for a few seconds, nearing the final stretch of their current mission, when Max accidentally jammed her hand on the wrong face button.
Max: “Damn it! They say that game controllers are designed for dude’s hands, but dude’s hands just kinda suck. They’re thicker, bigger, and even when using sticks they’re harder to use because everything feels smaller. Don’t even get me started on trying to type using them. No wonder dudes had secretaries type everything back in the day.”
Jade: “Max, your fingers are about the same size… but your palms are bigger, strangely enough.”
Max: “Nah, that can’t be right. I know what my hands are, Jade. I know ’em better than you! And I can feel the difference, the imprecision flowing through them! Either it’s because of their shape, or it’s those damn boy hormones clogging shit up!”
Realizing that her boyfriend’s stubbornness would only get worse the more she pried, Jade simply sighed as she accepted Max’s eccentricities.
Jade: “…Whatever, let’s just keep killing these giant bugs.”
Max: “You know just what a man wants to hear!”
Part 2: Bern and Cain Blaze Some Trails
Date: Friday, June 19, 2015
Time: 18:36
Location: The Flare Residence
Bern paced back and forth through the kitchen, holding her phone against the side of her face. One ring quickly became four rings, but right before she was sent to voicemail, the person on the other end finally answered.
???: “Hello?”
It was a distinctly male voice, one that Bern did not immediately recognize, but she went with her gut with her response.
Bern: “Caroline, is that you?”
???: “Yeah, though I guess my name is Cain when in my male form.”
Bern: “Seriously? Cain? I guess you could spell Cain using the words from Caroline. I figured it would be Colin or Carl or something.”
Cain: “N-No, it’s Cain. It’s a bit aggressive sounding, but I can appreciate having a shorter name. I thought about going by Carol, except that makes me sound too old, and while Lin, or Lynne, sound nice, they don’t really fit me.”
Bern: “Yet Cain fits you like a glove?”
Cain: “It sounds right when you look at me, but— crap, you’re in your man form now, so… which one of us is going as the boy and which one will be the girl—”
Bern: “Flip a coin and figure you. If you get heads, you go as Cain and I’ll go as Babs. If you get tails, you go as Caroline, and I’ll go as Bern. Sound good?”
Cain: “Yeah, let me just check my purse— sorry, my wallet, and find one… this is such a pain with one hand—”
Bern: “You can put the phone down, Cain.”
Cain: “No, no. Let me just— Okay, I got a coin, now I just need to— oh shit!”
The sound of metal clanking and hitting a wall shot through the speaker of Bern’s phone as Cain spoke.
Bern: “What? What happened? Are you okay?”
Cain: “Y-Yeah, I just threw the coin too high and forgot that the ceiling fan was on, so… it just went flying. Now, where did that thing go?”
Bern: “Hey Cain, you know what this is?”
Cain: “Uh… what?”
Bern: “A sign that we should just head out as we are.”
Cain: “B-But I thought we—”
Bern: “It’s 2015. Who says we can’t have a little date night as two dudes? It’ll be a new experience for both of us, instead of one of us. Wear something nice, nothing too fancy, and head over here when you can. We’ve got reservations at M. Wills Lodge at 19:00, and it’ll just be a nice dinner. So leave your VD 2.0 behind.”
Cain: “I… are you sure about this Bern?”
Bern: “Of course I am. Now make pretty and get your man-ass over here.”
With that… comment, Bern ended the call and slid her phone into her pants pocket. She figured she had ten minutes to burn while Cain got her shit straight and decided to head upstairs to check in on Terra. She had finished the personal pizza Max ordered for her earlier this evening and was spending her night in front of her laptop, doing… something.
Bern: “Hey Terra, how’s it going.”
Terra: “I… Oh. Sorry, just give me a minute “
Bern: “It’s cool. I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out for a date with Caroline. Max’s still grounded, so you’re in charge.”
Terra: “A… date?”
Bern: “Don’t be like that, Terra. You know that just because I go on dates with someone that doesn’t mean we’re going to become an item or anything.”
Terra: “I’m more surprised that Caroline is willing to go on a date like that. Ever since she left her ex-husband, I figured she was kind of… done with romance.”
Bern: “Eh, maybe if she was 60, but she’s 35, has a whole fresh half of her life left to live, and even when forgetting about all that crap, it’s something to do that doesn’t involve nearly dying and nearly losing a VD 2.0.”
Terra shivered as she remembered the events of two days ago.
Terra: “Don’t remind me… We’re never doing something like that again. Swapping around that much, in public, is just a disaster waiting to happen.”
Bern: “Well then, somebody’s gotta think of more things for us to do.”
Terra: “…Why is that my job? I’m just a kid!”
Bern: “Yeah, and kids are creative. So keep it up! We’ve got an entire summer of memories to fill up.”
Before Terra could offer a response, Bern shut the door and headed back downstairs. There, she dawdled and ran her route through the ground floor before finally spotting Caroline’s familiar car pulling up to the house. Bern promptly walked out and opened up the passenger door of the car, pausing as she stared at the person in the driver’s seat.
She saw a handsome 30-something year old man with short blonde hair, crisp blue eyes, and a handsome, youthful, face. Though the complexion looked half a notch darker, there were enough minor similarities that it was clearly the TransSex version of Caroline. And if her face wasn’t enough to convince Bern, her timid disposition was.
Cain moved like she was unsure how her own body worked. She was hunching in her seat, clearly struggling to get comfortable in it, and with her light blue button-up shirt and khakis, she looked almost as if her mother dressed her up. The clothes fit her, yet she didn’t look like she knew how to wear them.
Cain: “H-Hey, Bern. You’re looking—”
Bern: “Get out the car, Cain. You look like a hot mess.”
Bashfully, Cain obliged to Bern’s request, hopping out of the car. Though Bern was not consciously aware of what she was doing, she was sizing Cain up. Bern was a good eight centimeters taller and clearly stronger, not that Cain was a weakling as, even with the sleeves covering her arms, Bern could still suss out a good amount of muscle across her upper body.
Bern: “Stand up straight. You’re presenting yourself as a man, so you need to act like it!”
Cain promptly obliged, as if Bern was acting as her drill sergeant.
Bern: “As for your clothes… I guess those will do for now. We need to get you some men’s fashion magazines or something. Because you’re dressed like some college kid interning at his summer office job.”
Cain: “I… I just dressed like how I would have dressed up Jade if she was—”
Bern: “That’s my point, Cain. You’re in your thirties and should dress like it. I know men’s fashion has standards located somewhere in Hell, but you can do better. Hell, shouldn’t your wardrobe have gotten overhauled?”
Cain: “We… we can arrange something for tomorrow. For now we need to—”
Bern put her hands on Cain as she tried to find an exit and began making some quick improvements to her outfit. Bern unbuttoned Cain’s shirt to show off her hairless chest, rolled up her sleeves so they wouldn’t fall back down, and took off the belt she was using to hold her pants up, as she didn’t need it. She definitely looked more presentable, though Bern took a moment to tussle with Cain’s hair, rearranging it slightly before shrugging at what she saw.
Bern: “Eh, that’s the best I can do in about a minute. Now take the time and fix your car seat. I’m surprised that wasn’t fixed automatically.”
Cain: “I… I think it was before I started messing with it and now I’m just trying to figure out what it was like before.”
Bern offered her date for the night a cold expression before plopping down into the passenger’s seat, gesturing at Cain to just get in the car. Cain complied, making one final adjustment to the seat before returning to the road.
Bern: “…You know Cain, there’s nothing to worry about here. This is just a way to do something different, make use of this insane power we were just given by an even more insane cabal of lesbian goddesses. It won’t be perfect, but it’s not supposed to be. At worst, we’ll have a good meal, make asses out of ourselves, and net some brownie points with the Gods.”
Cain: “Y-Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I’m just nervous. I tried switching into this form two days ago, but… just because I had the opportunity to be a man doesn’t mean I know how to be a man.”
Bern: “Cain, trust me. Most 35-year-old men don’t know what it means to be a man. Especially nowadays.”
Cain: “Well, you make it seem easy. You’re so strong, confident, and—”
Bern: “Those aren’t really ‘male’ traits, and you can’t be soft when raising a girl like Maxxie. That girl was everything short of a firestarter, I’ll tell you that much. She behaved herself when you were around, you were the nice lady who always gave her juice boxes and snack bags. When around me, half the time I swear she was looking for trouble. I tried a lotta shit with her. Art supplies and presents were the best bet to get her to behave. But she knew she was a rich girl from the moment she could walk, and that made her dangerous to deal with. …Still, she turned out alright in the end, I guess.”
Cain: “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit…”
Bern: “Nah. I give myself most of the credit. At least 55% of it. Though… I guess she’s not where I learned the strength and confidence you were gushing about. That I picked up when I was raising my brothers, back when I was just a kid. Except that… that was over half my life ago. I’m fine letting that stuff stay in the past.”
Cain: “Yeah, I know you’re still pretty close with your brothers, but I don’t know if I could really face my parents… especially not right now.”
Bern: “Why not right now? Let them see what a strapping man you’ve become!”
Cain: “Oh please. They don’t even know my phone number at this point and they probably moved.”
Bern: “Well, if you ever want to arrange a reunion… I know a few people who would be happy to pay to make things happen.”
Cain: “Oh please, Bab— Bern. I have money. I can afford to hire a detective if I wanted to. I just don’t want to.”
Before Bern could fry Cain for that non-justification, they finally arrived at their destination. M. Wills Lodge. A moderately upscale restaurant with a rustic, cozy, atmosphere known for its bar, meat-centric dishes, and what is marketed as ‘traditional American cuisine.’ A common venue for family events, and frequent dining establishment for wealthier, older, clientele. Truly, a cornerstone of the Oransen community.
Cain: “This is the place, right?”
Bern: “Oh yeah. Ken loves taking clients out here. That man knows the power of a good meal, and this is one of the best places you can get that in Oransen. Well, at least for business meetings. It makes no sense, but if the bill is bigger at the end of the meal, business types are more inclined to say yes.”
Cain: “Then… why are we here?”
Bern: “‘Cos we’re guys, and Ken says they’ve got really good meat. I had a burger here a few years back, and while it was thirteen-fucking-dollars, it was one of the best burgers I ever had in my life. So I can only imagine how great their ribs are… or are you more of a steak man, Cain?”
Cain: “If we wanted meat, couldn’t we just go to a steakhouse or something?”
Bern: “Because would you agree to go to a steakhouse? Or would you rather go to a nice family restaurant like M. Wills?”
Cain: “…Fair point. …Let’s just go in.”
The two then left their car behind and entered the large glass doors of M. Wills. As one would expect of a restaurant on a Friday night, things were clustered, crowded, and the sounds of chatter mingled with the clanking of silverware filled the air. It was an auditory element that, when served alongside the low mood lightning and the wood panel walls lined with wall-to-wall photos and tchotchkes, felt distinctly… American. You might find places like this in Canada, just never in Europe. Not even in the American themed restaurants that allegedly exist in that proud continent.
The two were quickly greeted by one of the many waiters buzzing about. A twenty-something Hispanic woman with dark brown hair tucked in a ponytail, dressed in a gender neutral waiter outfit that did not look especially flattering on her figure. Despite having a line of sweat along her forehead, she looked at Bern and Cain with a smile, her voice enthused yet exhausted.
Waitress: “Welcome to M. Wills. Do you two have a reservation?”
Bern: “Yeah, we should have one for Pequot and Steticks.”
The waitress quickly checked the POS machine at the front of the store. She tried entering their surnames, but got the spelling wrong— which was understandable with how loud it was in this place— so she checked the schedule itself.
Waitress: “Uh… Yes! We have a reservation for you two. My name’s Juniper, I’ll be your waitress, and we’re a bit… packed at the moment. Do you have any preferences—”
Bern: “Whatever you can find is good enough.”
Juniper: “Oh, thank you. Let me see… I think there were some tables near the back of the west side, follow me.”
Grabbing two menus, Juniper guided Bern and Cain through the cluttered batches of tables. Some families celebrating birthdays or some such celebration, a couple of older folks meeting for what could either be business or pleasure— maybe a bit of both— and even a few people going out on dates. It was a true ages eight to eighty arrangement of people, and while probably not the target demographic, Bern and Cain didn’t look out of place either.
After some searching, Juniper provided the two with seats and menus, giving them her usual spiel about the specials they had on offer today before graciously taking her leave.
Cain: “Huh… For some reason, that Juniper girl seems familiar. Maybe it’s just her name.”
Bern: “Eh, it’s a pretty common name. You probably just read a book or watched a show with a ‘Juniper’ recently. Anyway, are you up to split a full rack of ribs?”
Cain: “A… rack of ribs?”
Bern: “Yeah, it’s over a dozen ribs. I might be a pretty big dude, I just don’t think I could eat all of it, and I know you couldn’t.”
Cain: “Well, yeah. I don’t know why anyone would eat more than… 250 grams of meat in a meal.”
Bern: “And that is exactly why we need to fill you up with meat! So you can learn a thing or three about men!”
Cain: “I… are ribs good meat at least?”
Bern: “Are ribs good meat? Did you ever have them, need to make them for your ex?”
Cain: “No, and they seemed like such a mess I strongly discouraged it.”
Bern: “Good call, ribs are a bitch to cook.”
Cain: “…Which is why you want us to order them, so someone else does the cooking?”
Bern: “Nailed it. We’ll get a full thing of ribs, some BBQ baked beans, coleslaw, and… fuck it, a thing of onion rings too. When in Rome, amirite?”
Cain: “Well, you only live once, I suppose. …I just hope I don’t wind up gaining weight when I—”
Bern: “Cain, you remember what it was like in my body? You remember how much you just loved playing with my curves? Because if you gain enough weight, you can get that shit. You might need to work for it, but you can get it, easily. So no complaining about packing on a few pounds, ya damn twig!”
Cain: “Alright, alright, you make a good point. Just cut me a bit more slack, alright? Just because you’re a guy doesn’t mean you need to be so… aggressive.”
Bern: “Heh. Sorry about that. I just let the hormones do what they do. Now, let me look over their drink men—”
Just at that moment, Bern paused, hearing something amidst the cacophony of sound around them. A voice— a laugh— that Bern recognized. She turned in her seat, looking around for it, but she did not see anyone who popped out in the crowd of people.
Cain: “Did you hear something?”
Bern: “Eh, thought I did… Anyway, you’re going to be designated driver tonight. While I’m gonna get a little something-something, on account of Ken and Elly.”
Cain: “Are you just allowed to—”
Bern: “They don’t need their per diems! They’re rich and on an all expenses-paid trip! So, anyway, let’s see what fine spirits they have here…”
As Bern continued to look through the drink menu, she could have sworn she heard the same voice percolate through the noise once more. She tried her best to ignore it though, as she had to find a classy, manly, drink to get drunk on. Little did she know what was going on just a few meters away from her, behind a closed door.
Part 3: Erotic Blitz – Double Impact
Date: Friday, June 19, 2015
Time: 19:07
Location: M. Wills Lodge
While most of M. Wills was bustling with activity, things were quieter in the back room. A place commonly rented for parties, weddings, and assorted ceremonies. Yet during most nights, it was open to anyone who was willing to pay a premium for a more classy, dimly lit, experience. One of these patrons was Nazz. He sat with his suit jacket slung on the back of his chair, buttons loose on his shirt, just enough to expose a flash of hair. As he swirled a drink in his free hand, his eyes locked on the fine woman he was treating this evening.
That woman was, surprise surprise, Ruby Blitz, sporting a little red dress that tugged her body, hiding nothing and accentuating the best parts. With a dash of color across her eyes and her lips painted a red as vibrant as her namesake, she was looking finer than the best wine they had in this joint. At least, that’s how Nazz saw it.
Their meals sat before them half completed, and though they were still plenty hungry, they took advantage of this lull to chat. This time with a bit more focus, a bit more aim, about things that were a bit too spicy for the start of a first date .
Ruby: “So, Nazz, what do you do at Flare Industries? Are you gonna break my heart and say you’re just some summer intern?”
Nazz: “No, no. I told you that I inherited a senior position, so I’m actually a project manager there.”
Ruby: “Hmm… that sounds impressive, but it also sounds like some made up bullshit someone says to make themself seem big.”
Nazz: “Heh. I guess it’s not a big deal. I just oversee accounting, payroll, accounts receivable, accounts payable, budgeting, financial reports. Sure, we have a few staff accountants who handle the paint by numbers stuff and a CFO who make sure things aren’t too much of a mess. Though, the day-to-day stuff, the real picture stuff? That’s all me. I don’t want to say the whole damn company would be lost without me… Except they would be.”
Ruby: “…Hold up, so does that make you a CPA or MBA or something?”
Nazz: “No, no. You need to go through a bunch of hoops to become a CPA, and need a Master’s to get an M-B-A… with where I’m at, I’m sure I could get either in no time flat.”
Ruby: “Oooooh! …So why would they just put some kid fresh outta school in charge of so much?”
Nazz: “Heh. They asked the same question and after a week of having me around, they saw what I could do. I could do everything their old manager did, just better, faster, more efficient. And before too long they just started matching my salary to what the old one was making, even though she was twice my age.”
Ruby: “Wait… so how much are you making a year?”
Nazz: “$65,000.”
Ruby: “Damn! Not too shabby. ‘Course, I make a bit more than that, but you’d be hard pressed to find any 22-year-olds making a doctor’s salary. …Are you sure you’re not fucking with me? Because you look and sound 22… except you don’t act like you’re 22. I’d half believe you’re in your thirties or something.”
Nazz: “Heh. I get that a lot. What can I say? My mother raised me well, my dad too.”
Ruby: “Hmm… okay, what’s the catch? You into some freaky bedroom stuff? ‘Cos I heard horror stories about the shit the accounting guys would do back at Loyola.”
Nazz: “Nah. I like my sex nice and simple. Just me, and a beautiful woman I can spend the night with. Though, if she has some crazy ideas… I’ll try just about anything at least once.”
Ruby: “Any fucked up political stuff, because you kinda remind me of this one Libertarian guy I tried dating 5 years ago…”
Nazz: “Nothing like me then. I try not to get bogged down in politics. I believe in equal rights for all, no matter how they live their lives, and my ballots are as blue as my eyes.”
Ruby: “Oh, brother. Do you have that one written down somewhere?”
Nazz: “Just testing to see what makes you smile.”
Ruby: “I sorta figured you’d mine your brother to find that out.”
Nazz: “You were both drunk, and Zoe doesn’t handle his liquor half as well as me. He’s a bit too much of a straight edge. Always has been.”
Ruby: “Really? So how much of that charisma was just drunk courage?”
Nazz: “More than he’d care to admit.”
Ruby replied with a smile before going back to focus on her pounded chicken, chipping away at it while looking over Nazz every few seconds. Nazz did the same, finishing up his 12 ounce steak. Only once their plates were mostly clean did they speak up.
Nazz: “Okay, you know all about me, but how about you tell me a little bit about yourself. Because for 27, you seem awfully interested in getting into a real relationship.”
Ruby: “Is that really such a bad thing? I got my degree, did my residency, and started work at a big hospital. Then I decided that, no, I don’t want to deal with all the politics and bullshit, I just want to help people, and get paid! So I started working at an immediate care place. The pay’s worse, the work’s a lot easier… except for when it’s not. Thankfully, those times are pretty fucking rare. Now, I’m almost 30, and I don’t want to be dating around while in my thirties.”
Nazz: “So, you want to settle into the rest of your life?”
Ruby: “Yeah. It worked for my parents, and for their parents, and for my aunts and uncles. So why can’t it work for me?”
Nazz: “It’s a great thing and you should aim for something like that.”
Ruby: “Finally someone agrees. I’ve dated a lot of men my age, but none of them want to commit to something, they just want to fuck around and find out and five years. And when I went after dudes in their thirties, I ran into two types of guys. Guys who wanted to get with me as an investment. They never said as much out loud, I could just feel it from the way they breathed. And guys who needed a therapist, not an M.D. I don’t want anything too great. I just want some honest, hard-working guy who respects me, recognizes my worth, and treats me as a partner. Not as a fuck. Not as an investment.”
Nazz: “Is now the time I’m supposed to say I’ll be your partner?”
Ruby: “If you did, I’d doubt every fucking thing you said tonight. Because we’ve only known each other for an hour.”
Nazz: “Ooooh! Good response. I like that. How about this…”
Nazz gently slid out of his seat, standing above Ruby as she remained in her chair.
Nazz: “What if I grabbed you by the hand, looked into your eyes, and promised, from the bottom of my heart, or soul if you prefer, that I will always treat you with respect, before leaning in for a kiss?”
With his hand gently gripping Ruby’s, Nazz leaned forward, planting his lips onto hers… but only for a second. He slyly moved back and shot her a smile. She broke out in laughter.
Ruby: “Hehehehe! I’d say you’re a sap… but not a liar. I like you Nazz. I can tell you aren’t telling me everything… though I’m not telling you everything about me either. I respect that. Secrets are what makes a man interesting, after all.”
Nazz: “So, am I one of the good men in your book?”
Ruby: “You’re getting there… but first, I’m going to need to test out old in vino veritas.”
Nazz: “In wine, there is truth. It’ll be my treat.”
Still standing, Nazz pushed out Ruby’s chair, grabbed his jacket, and walked with her to the bar, arms locked. They were an innocuous sight to the denizens of this populated abode, yet to them, there was no one else in the world as they walked over to the bar. Only once they sat down were they aware of all the noise and bustle around them, though they were quickly able to get the bartender’s attention. An older man, bald, with an impressive beard, and arms laced with tattoos and scars aplenty.
Ruby: “I hate to be a bother when you’re so busy, but could you get me a cosmo?”
Bartender: “For a lady like you Miss? It’d be my pleasure. What about your boyfriend here?”
Nazz: “Boyfriend? Well, maybe if things go well tonight. I’ll have a vodka soda.”
Bartender: “Coming right up!”
The bartender made quick work, pouring the drinks just a little bit heavier than they probably should be, but moving swiftly and with about as much grace a man of his caliber could muster. Two minutes later, they were raising their drinks and taking their first sips.
Ruby: “Is that your usual, or were you just trying to get the same type of liquor as me?”
Nazz: “My father loved vodka, and so do I. Though, I didn’t really take you for a cosmopolitan girl. I figured you liked the edge.”
Ruby: “I do… but only when I think I need it. When I like the guys I’m with, I like something sweet. It gets me in the right mood for a good time.”
Ruby then proceeded to take another sip of her cosmo.
Ruby: “I’ll let you in on the fact that I’m a bit of a lightweight. I’ve tried to boost my tolerance, yet some people are just built like that, I guess. What about you? You look like someone who’s gotten completely shitfaced before.”
Nazz: “Nah, not my style. I might look like a party dude, though that’s just the hair. I like a nice buzz, yet I can count the number of times I drank enough to get a hangover on one hand.”
Nazz held up three fingers before taking another sip of his vodka soda. Ruby did the same with her cosmo.
Ruby: “I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but you just keep getting better and better.”
Nazz: “Well, maybe it’s time for you to accept that I really am just that great.”
Ruby exaggeratedly rolled her eyes before breaking out into a laugh, wrapping an arm around Nazz’s broad back. With their bodies rubbing against each other, she leaned in closer and planted a kiss on his lips.
Part 4: Bern and Cain Embrace the Men Within
Date: Friday, June 19, 2015
Time: 19:32
Location: M. Wills Lodge
Bern and Cain both sat back in their chairs, their fly buttons undone as they looked over the pile of bones in the center of the table, the remains of a full rack of ribs. All that was left on their table was a few slices of complimentary bread, a spoonful of beans, and a single onion ring that Bern casually plucked with two fingers.
Bern: “Welp, I didn’t think you had it in you Cain, but we finished it all.”
To cap off that sentence, Bern chomped into his onion ring, gobbling it down in two bites.
Cain: “Y-Yeah. I thought I would be full after just three. It’s like guys have a second stomach or something. I wasn’t full until I was full, and if you put something else in front of me… I could probably find room.”
Bern: “You say that like you didn’t have the same problem as a girl.”
Cain: “I didn’t. I guess I trained myself well, and with a new stomach, that training doesn’t apply.”
Bern: “Huh. So, how’d you like the ribs? Were they everything you imagined?”
Cain: “I mean, they were just meat and sauce at the end of the day. They were good! Better than I would’ve ever expected. I’m not excited to try my hand at making them because… they’d be a mess.”
Bern: “Oh, definitely. Ribs are one of the few things you should only get from restaurants. Normal kitchens just aren’t made for making something like that.”
Cain: “Alright, so you convinced me that going out to eat as a guy is better than eating as a woman. I’d say I’m surprised… but I’m really not.”
Bern: “Heh. Neither am I. I’m just glad I got to experience what my brothers like to do every weekend. Go out, get a nice meal, and just wear it for the rest of the week.”
Cain: “…Wasn’t this supposed to be a date?”
Bern: “Dinner’s just so you can get comfortable around each other. The real fun comes into play when you let your inhibitions fly and settle into someplace a bit more… comfortable than here.”
Cain: “…So, you mean you want to head home and—”
Bern: “Have a couple beers, see what we feel like doing afterwards.”
Cain: “Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense…”
Bern: “Wow. You really haven’t dated much, have you?”
Cain: “Not since I was 16, really…”
Bern: “Then I think it’s high time we ditch this place.”
Cain: “Oh? Aren’t you going to get a drink or—”
Bern: “Nah, places like this mark up booze like crazy, and I’ve got better stuff at home. We’re leaving once we get the—”
Juniper: “Whoa, you guys sure made quick work of those ribs! Can I get you anything else, would you like dessert or—”
Bern: “Thanks, but we’re good. Just bring us the check when you can.”
Juniper: “Oh, sure, sure. I’ll just be a few minutes.”
Juniper diligently stacked the plates from the table, like she’d been doing this for years, before heading back to the kitchen.
Cain: “Hey, uh, I think I need to use the restroom.”
Bern: “Kay. It’s right over there, near the private rooms.”
Cain: “I… I know that, it’s just I…”
Bern: “…You never pissed with a penis, have you?”
Cain: “Believe it or not… no.”
Bern: “Well, now’s a great opportunity to learn. Go on, go pee.”
Cain: “What if I—”
Bern: “Cain, it’s taking a piss. You can figure it out. Now go! Go on, get!”
With a forlorn expression, Cain slicked away and slithered between the tables before disappearing past a door labeled ‘men’s room.’ It was a simple enough room, with a handicap stall, regular stall, two sinks, and a set of two urinals. A heavyset man with a gruff beard was manning one of the urinals, so Cain did not need to think before sliding into the smaller of two stalls.
Sliding the frail lock shut, Cain looked at the toilet before her and then looked down at her pants.
Cain: “Just aim and shoot, just aim and shoot.“
She pulled down her pants, revealing a pair of boxers that obscured what she could already feel, and what was quickly forming a tent as she looked down at it. She tried tugging them down, yet her dick prevented her from doing so. So, she stretched out her boxers, giving her a great look at what she was packing between her legs. A dick, a mighty fine dick, that even in its semi-erect form, was longer than any other penis she had ever seen in-person. Nine inches.
Cain let the boxers drop past her knees. She grabbed the penis with her hand…. And immediately let it go.
Cain: “Yuck. I used wet wipes before eating and opened the bathroom door with my elbow, but not the stall… Screw it, guys have been grabbing their dicks with things ten times dirtier than this hand for centuries.”
Grabbing her penis yet again, she tried to aim for the toilet bowl before her, lifted the seat, and tried to relax her bowels, thinking of the sensation of a firm toilet seat, and imagining a trickle of water coming out of her. Her body soon responded to this desire. Not with a trickle, with a burst!
A powerful golden stream sprayed from out her prolonged urethra, blasting into the toilet water and causing a splash on impact! The intensity and pressure made it feel like something released from a faucet rather than a person and as she aimed to control of course correct her mighty stream, she only regretted her actions. The simplest nudge caused the stream to break off and fragment, sending piss everywhere, and as the stream drifted to the center of the bowl, it splashed up and out of it, landing onto the tiled floor.
Every passing second, Cain regretted her actions more and more, wishing that she had just waited until she got home, rather than do something like this in public, or at least try doing it while sitting down. Instead, she was stuck there, stuck to witness this mess of her own creation as her piss flowed into the toilet, before being reduced to a drip that left the bowl behind, leaving droplets across the floor before planting a final drop of piss squarely onto her boxers. The dark green tile and brown grout hid away most of the mess, yet nothing could mask the shame that Cain carried within her heart as she was met with this sight of failure.
…Little did she know, most men had an experience like this at least once a quarter.
Feeling equal parts humiliated and frustrated, Cain did her best to clean up before storming out of the restroom, finding Bern checking her phone, the receipt already on the table.
Bern: “Geez, did you get lost in there or something?”
Cain: “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just say it’s easy to make a mess with a penis.”
Bern: “Heh. I knew you’d fuck it up. It’s okay, I did the exact same thing when I got saddled up with Ken’s dick.”
Cain: “…Was this some sort of hazing ritual?”
Bern: “Yeah. It’s part of being a guy. Accepting the shame that comes with not knowing how to use a penis without making a mess. Don’t worry, it gets easier the more you use it.”
Cain: “…Let’s just head home.”
Bern: “If by home, you mean my place, then sure, let’s!”
With a light sigh, Cain led the way out of M. Wills Lodge while Bern trailed behind. She wasn’t really in the mood for anything after her feat of humiliation, but when she looked at Bern’s smug handsome face… she couldn’t help but imagine where this evening would lead .
Part 5: Nazz’s Big Score
Date: Friday, June 19, 2015
Time: 19:50
Location: The Streets of Oransen
The setting sun shone through the lush trees shading the homes and streets while a crisp summer evening breeze brushed gingerly against Nazz’s face. He had walked and driven down these streets more times than he could fathom, yet never quite with as much style. With a suit jacket along one shoulder and an arm wrapped around his date, whose free arm was just as eagerly wrapped around him.
Ruby: “Times like these, Oransen really does make Chicago look like a shithole. People weren’t supposed to live in concrete boxes, with only a few trees lining every street, all tiny and thin enough to manage. This? This is more like it. Trees, bushes, grass, gardens, everywhere you look.”
Nazz: “It’s why I never plan on leaving. Sure, the commute can be a pain in the ass, but that’s what the purple line’s for.”
Ruby: “Yeah, I guess. With technology and shit, you’re going to be able to do all that from home soon enough. Meaning you’ll have more time for nights like this.”
Nazz: “It’s a little early to start planning for the future, don’t you think?
Ruby: “That’s true. …First, I gotta see if you’re packing as much as you say you are.”
Nazz thought of bringing her hand to his crotch… only to decide it was best to save that as a pleasant surprise.
Nazz: “So, do you live nearby?”
Admittedly, Nazz knew where she lived, yet… Ruby didn’t know that Nazz spent a night at her place two weeks ago.
Ruby: “Sorta, it’s like two… or three kilometers… maybe? I’m still learning all the streets. It’s near where I work. Just a studio apartment. Nothing fancy, as I’m saving up for a place.”
Nazz: “How much do you have stored up so far?”
Ruby: “That’s a… third date question. What about you, Nazz, where are you taking me?”
Nazz: “My house. Zoe and I share it, our mom left it to us when she left the country. It’s a little small, but it’s home just the same. In fact, we should be getting there right about… now!”
As the pair walked around a corner, Nazz pointed at the modest ‘Xing residence’ just across the street. Ruby gave it the once-over, nodding as she looked over its lawn and the quaint yet respectable structure before her.
Ruby: “You weren’t lying about it being small— there’s not even a second floor— Do you at least have a basement?”
Nazz: “It’s Cook County, of course there’s a basement! Though, Zoe and I don’t really use it for much. It’s just our bedrooms, kitchen, living room, and that’s about it.”
As Nazz painted a picture in Ruby’s mind, he finagled with the door, opening it up and inviting Ruby in. She moseyed in nonchalantly, not noticing the shoe rack present next to the door even as her thick-heeled pumps sank into the carpeted floor. Nazz turned on the lights as she wandered about. Rather than give her the full tour of this lightly decorated home, he led her into his room.
Nazz hadn’t had the time or drive to change around his bedroom since it was recreated, meaning it still had the same college dorm room vibe photos across the wall, and a distinctive youthful spunk to everything. Well, except for the meticulously organized desk surrounding his laptop.
Nazz: “Yeah, I’m still rocking the same college vibes from last year. Still need to figure out what I really want from this place.”
Ruby: “I’ve gotta say it’s been a few years since I’ve been in a room like this… and the lack of any sort of smell or food wrappers is almost eerie.”
Nazz: “Pfft. What kind of guys were you hanging out with in college?”
Ruby: “Med students, obviously.”
Nazz: “So, do I pass the Ruby Blitz room test or not?”
Ruby: “I’m not crazy about being in the room of some guy with pictures of girls all over the place—”
Nazz: “What, is a guy not allowed to have female friends?”
Ruby: “I’m just saying. I’ve seen dudes hang up pictures of their exes, and that shit’s just awkward for everyone involved. …But yeah, you pass. I don’t even see any dust or anything!”
Nazz: “Heh. Can I expect full marks on my performance review?”
Ruby: “Trust me, you’re really close. You just need to show me you have it where it counts… in bed.”
Ruby flopped herself onto Nazz’s bed kicking off her heels before stretching out her feet. Nazz smiled at how eager she was and promptly shut the door behind them, if only to avoid any brotherly interruptions. Nazz joined her on the bed and immediately began slithering out of it, casting it aside as she was reduced to nothing but her underwear. Nazz took a moment to admire the sight. The curves upon curves. The way she so elegantly wore the shape of her deliberately crafted form. The come hither stare she wore as she looked at Nazz, briskly rubbing her fingers through her voluminous hair. For a split second, he wondered if this hair would prove to be an obstacle in bed… before remembering he managed it just fine last time.
Nazz followed his partner, unbuttoning his shirt and flinging it across the room. He moved to do the same to his pants, yet paused when Ruby placed a palm on his chest, admiring how hard and smooth it was.
Ruby: “Ooh la la. I went in with high expectations… but this is nice. Now I just need to know how the rest of you is built.”
Ruby drifted her hands down to Nazz’s pants. He gently slid them down for her, revealing his freshly shaved legs, just as toned as his arms and chest. Once Nazz stepped out of his pants, Ruby did a long look over his body, nodding as she saw and examined it in detail, having no notes to offer… until she began staring at the plain briefs he was wearing.
Ruby: “Alright, the suspense is killing me.”
Ruby reached for Nazz’s underwear, only for Nazz to yank them down, revealing his penis in all its glory. Per his specifications, it was a copy of Zoe’s. Eight inches in length, pointing at the exact same degree, and with all the same wiring that made Nazz lose himself with Ruby two weeks ago. Rather than being his ‘brother’s’ this was his to wield however he saw fit, and he knew precisely what to do with it.”
Nazz: “So, I’ll ask again. Do I get full marks?”
Ruby: “If you can last more than three minutes, then yeah.”
Nazz: “Oh Ruby, must you think so little of me?”
Ruby: “If I’m wrong to doubt you, then prove it.”
Ruby then cast her underwear aside, throwing it onto Nazz’s desk, and spread her naked body across the bed. Nazz’s eyes went wide as he admired the fine woman before him and he wasted no time in giving her what she wanted. Well, after grabbing and slapping on a condom from a drawer by his bed stand. Always practice safe sex when having intercourse with strangers!
State-mandated messaging aside, Nazz wasted nary a second before smacking his dick into the women before him. The lube of the condom let him glide right into her and based on the gasp that escaped her lips, Ruby enjoyed this more aggressive opener. She expected it to take a little while for him to warm up to her, to find her tender spots, but this wasn’t Nazz’s first time fucking her and, though he was drunk, he remembered where Ruby was weakest. He knew right where to aim his dick, knew that little bean-sized spot right above her left ass cheek that made her squirm, and knew that she liked to be in the palm of a more aggressive man. Someone who’d grab her titties and squeeze them like they’re about to fly away, and just invade her mouth.
Nazz knew that this wasn’t the best impression to take for a girl who just met him earlier today, but he didn’t care. He had her where he wanted her, his cock was cackling louder and louder with each thrust, and after two days in this body, there was nothing Nazz wanted more than this. Than his big score!
Ruby: “Oh, fuck! Nazz, you— Mmph!”
His hands flared across Ruby’s body, grabbing and rubbing every bit as he searched for the next thing to make Ruby squirm. He assaulted her neck with a flurry of kisses, keeping an eye out for anywhere she was especially tender. He brought her breasts into his mouth, licking circles around her areolas, suckling on her nipples, and even nibbling a little bit where he thought he could get away with it. He also sent shivers across her spine as he explored her back, exerting just enough force to unearth a new secret spot without ever actually hurting her.
It was a tour de force of erotic delights, and it’s no wonder she came as quickly as she did. Rather than just leave her there, Nazz only saw that as an opportunity to go harder, faster, and not only make her scream, but make her squeal.
One minute, she was begging him to slow down. The second, she was begging him to keep going. By the third, she was left floating in a sea of bliss, her arms and legs wrapped around Nazz.
Ruby was exhausted, sweaty, satisfied, and, almost certainly, sore after the ravishing she just went through. And as she looked up at Nazz, at his smiling, handsome face, she wanted to do nothing more than kiss it.
Ruby: “You… you were like an animal.”
Nazz: “Thanks. I can tell you enjoyed it.”
Ruby: “Oh, I didn’t enjoy it, Nazz. I loved it. Just tell me… how? How does a man like you know so much about a woman’s body?”
Nazz: “Let’s just say, I know how to read between the lines. And nothing makes me happier than getting my partner off.”
Ruby: “Heh. Then why be so aggressive? Why not ask me what I want?”
Nazz: “Because I didn’t need to ask. I could just tell what you wanted. You could call it a hunch, a guess. Was I right?”
Ruby: “You were. You definitely were.”
Nazz: “So, does that mean I get full marks?”
Ruby: “Oh, you get more than full marks, Nazz. You get so much right… that I have to wonder how you’re single.”
Nazz: “It’s because I’m a man of high standards… and I think I found a woman who met them, and then some.”
Ruby: “Oh, you are such a flirt… but I like that.”
The two shared a quick kiss as they laid together on the bed, only for Ruby to cast aside her share of the sheets.
Ruby: “I hate to do this, but I need to use the bathroom.”
Nazz: “Of course. I’ll be waiting for your return.”
Freed from Nazz’s comforting grip, Ruby rose from the bed and walked out of Nazz’s room and across the hall. She had shut doors on her right and left and, with only instincts to guide her, she tried opening the door to her right. With an arm over her exposed breasts, she opened up the door… only to realize she made the wrong decision.
She was met with the sight of two people in the middle of sex. A tall dark-haired woman and a short man with blonde hair, both of their complexions light. The sounds coming from the room made what they were doing utterly unambiguous and, with some shame, she shut the door behind her as quietly as she could. Gently, she traipsed her feet across the creaky floorboards of this house and into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and collapsed onto the toilet, exhaling for the first time in 40 seconds.
Ruby: “Well, that was embarrassing. To think I almost walked in on Zoe after… wait, but that was a girl… at least I think it was and… I had sex with… wait, what did I do two Sundays ago? I had sex with Nazz’s… brother, or was it his sister? No, I stopped seeing girls so I must… ah fuck it, I’m too drunk and cloudy for this shit! I just want to fall asleep in Nazz’s big strong arms and not worry about anything.”
Part 6: Zoey and Shinji in Role-Play Reversal
Date: Friday, June 19, 2015
Time: 20:24
Location: The Xing Residence
After Ruby shut the door to Zoe’s room, a trickle of sound echoed up to the two in the bed. The bodies of Zoey and Shinji could clearly be seen lying there, naked, yet despite the two’s best intentions… sex just wasn’t happening.
Shiaka(Zoey): “Wait, did… did you hear something, Shinji?”
Zoe(Shinji): “Zoey, please, I’m trying to set the right mood!”
Shiaka(Zoey): “You know, maybe we would be better off trying this without body swapping. I do have more experience doing this as a guy than you.”
Zoe(Shinji): “I am very much aware of that, Zoey. …This should be so simple, you are a giant gorgeous woman, yet why does this penis just not want to—”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Let me try something. I… I think it just runs out of steam sometimes, and the blood needs to get pumping, so…”
Shiaka(Zoey) maneuvered her tall frame across the bed, twisting and contorting until her ass was placed below her partner’s chin .
Shiaka(Zoey): “It just needs the right circulation to get up and then… then it should be good to go.”
Zoe(Shinji): “Zoey, lift your rear up.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Uh, why? I don’t want to sit on your or—”
Zoe(Shinji): “I look like someone who would beg a woman like you to sit on me.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Oh… is that—”
Zoe(Shinji): “Yes, it’s a kink. And if you want me to get your body ‘stimulated’ you’ll want me to use my tongue.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “…On my nipples?”
Zoe(Shinji): “No, your vagina!”
Shiaka(Zoey): “…Wait, wouldn’t that be a major UTI risk? T-The mouth is full of bacteria and—”
Zoe(Shinji): “Zoey, it will be fine, and you’ll love it. Trust me.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Well, if you think so then let me just know when and we can… Shinji, is this technically 69-ing?”
Zoe(Shinji): “…I guess.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “But… isn’t that a joke position that—”
Zoe(Shinji): “Zoe, you’re a giant muscular woman, you should not be acting this unconfident!”
Shiaka(Zoey): “S-Sorry, I just got all frazzled when we—”
Zoe(Shinji): “Dominance mode, now!”
Shiaka(Zoey): “I… okay, let me just—”
With a sudden flick of her wrist, Shiaka(Zoey) smacked herself in the face. The strength of her body caught her by surprise and even a ‘fake’ slap was somehow strong enough to leave behind a sharp stinging sensation. It was just the wake up she needed to get into character.
Shiaka(Zoey): “Ara ara! For a little guy, you sure have an impressive package. Let me see if I can get it a little bigger.”
Shiaka(Zoey) then offered Zoe(Shinji)’s penis a few quick squeezes, getting the blood pumping as she settled her long, supple fingers around it, her thumb pressed against his frenulum, lightly brushing her nail against it.
Zoe(Shinji): “Ooooh! …You’re doing great Sunshine.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Sunshine? Is that what you call the woman who has your dick in a vise like this? You do realize that if I wanted to, I could tear this tube of meat into dozens of pieces, right? So treat me with respect. Better yet, make your mouth useful for once in your sad, pathetic existence and pledge reverence to my meticulously crafted sex.”
Zoe(Shinji): “Y-Yes… My Mistress.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Mistress? Good that you know your p-place— O-Oh goodness!”
As Shiaka(Zoey) commanded, Zoe(Shinji) shot a hot, slippery, flexible stick of flesh through her tender folds, where it frantically brushed its coarse texture against everything it could reach. It was a hunt, a sightless voyage, with the sole goal of getting her excited… and from how red her face was getting, it was clearly working.
Shiaka(Zoey): “W-Well, i-if you are going to go so far, then I… I should reward you.”
With her long, slender fingers already wrapped around her partner, all Shiaka(Zoey) had to do was draw upon her own growing masturbation experience. All it took was a firm grip, a little rub from the fingers, and a little pressure to the base or tip to make any penis reach its apex, and after a few seconds of TLC, it was already at its full size. She shook it too and fro, up and down, making sure to never put too much pressure on the delicate wirework beneath the skin.
The more she shook it, the more she began to smell it. The musk of sex, of what was ultimately her own body, graced her borrowed nose, and it was enough to leave her nipples hardened. She had orders to dominate her man this evening… yet with it so close to her mouth, she couldn’t help but go on an impromptu experiment.
Zoe(Shinji) spasmed as he felt his partner bring her tongue down on him, giving it long, pronounced licks as she wet his head before plopping it into her mouth, sucking it like a fleshy lollipop. In return, Zoe(Shinji) did the same, readjusting the angle he approached Shiaka(Zoey) at in order to treat her to the closest thing. Taking her teensy little clit, tucked away at the tip of her labia, and wrapping his tongue around it.
The moans of appreciation eked from out her mouth. As if she was having a contest with her partner, she returned to Zoe(Shinji)’s penis, lathering it with her tongue before pushing it through her lips. All while taking extreme care to not scratch him with her teeth as she brushed the tender underside of his penis against the roof of her mouth. From the frantic pace of his tongue, she could tell she was doing a good job.
It was at this point that both of them completely forgot that this was meant to be a warm-up exercise and instead kept on going. Kept on exploring, hotter and wetter, deeper and further until, with a jolt through their borrowed bodies, they felt it.
Zoe(Shinji)’s face was sprayed with a bitter juice that left a sour aftertaste on his tongue. Not discouraged, he kept going, searching for new layers within Shiaka(Zoey)’s sex, and when he found it, he felt his dick crane deeper into her mouth, nudging against the throat in a way that was just the thing to throw him over the edge.
Deep enough to fly past the tongue, Zoe(Shinji)’s sprayed directly down Shiaka(Zoey)’s esophagus, and despite the heat, despite the intense throbbing of the meat lodged do far into her mouth, she kept true to her dominant persona, staying steadfast until her partner unleashed every least drop. Only then did she slurp the dick out of her mouth and take a deep breath for air.
Shiaka(Zoey) collapsed next to her partner a moment later coughing as she tried to clean her throat of cum before being handed a cup of water by Zoe(Shinji).
Zoe(Shinji): “Well, that was unexpected… but far from unpleasant.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Y-Yeah. I’m… I’m glad we gave it a go.”
Zoe(Shinji): “Same here… even though I don’t think we really thought too much about our bodies.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “I think… I think it’s pretty impressive we managed that with our height differences… and if you want to try doing it regularly, nothing says we can’t. This body’s got stamina for days.”
Zoe(Shinji): “Y-Yeah, just give me a minute. I’m used to… having a bit more bulk to cushion an orgasm like that.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Well, I think you’re pretty cute like that, trying to be a man, but being so darn small, my precious little Mylenʹkyy.“
Zoe(Shinji): “Great, you’re pulling out a Ukrainian pet name now…”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Well, someone’s got to use those on you. Now that, you know.”
Zoe(Shinji): “Don’t… Please don’t bring him up. I can hear him fucking in the other room.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “O-Oh. …Do you ever just stop and think about how insane this all is?”
Zoe(Shinji): “Every day for the past three weeks. We went from regular students to emissaries of three Gods, so desensitized by body swapped sex that we’re switching sexes while swapping bodies.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Heh. I… I don’t think you’re giving us enough credit, Zoe.”
Zoe(Shinji): “I’m using humor to cope with the fact that my life has irrevocably changed, and just ‘ate out my own pussy.’ …I might also be a bit lightheaded after orgasming. Please hand me that cup.”
Shiaka(Zoey) did as requested, turning her body 180 degrees to be face to face with her boyfriend.
Shiaka(Zoey): “So… do you want to go again?”
Zoe(Shinji): “Heh. Of course. It’s always lovely doing it with you, just let me jot down a few notes.”
Zoe(Shinji) reached his arm over his partner’s breasts to grab the pad of paper and pen on the nightstand. He wasted no time before frantically jotting down notes with the penmanship expected of someone still breaking in a new set of hands.
As he wrote, Shiaka(Zoey) laid down, looking at her tall body, with feet so far away they were left dangling off the edge of this bed. With a female body like this, one featuring all the strength and conviction she felt during her time as Zoe, she was determined to strike a balance with the soft-faced short boy right next to her. All she needed… was the right scenario.
Part 7: The First To Come Takes It Up The Ass
Date: Friday, June 19, 2015
Time: 21:42
Location: The Flare Residence
The scent of sweat and booze wafted through the air as Bern tossed aside the twelfth can of beer at a garbage bin, only to miss the mark completely. With a huff, she stood up from her seat… only to fall back down.
Bern: “Damn it… I got this, I got this.”
Rolling off of the sofa, she shakily walked over to her can, plopping it squarely into the garbage bin. As she stumbled, Cain looked on, sat back on the other end of the sofa, her face a little red, yet from the cool smile on her face, she was doing just swell.
Cain: “Wow. You’re, like… drunk drunk.”
Bern: “Yeah, unlike you. Mister… hasn’t had a drink in two years.”
Cain: “Hey, it’s not my fault this body of mine is just naturally resistant to the whims of liquor.”
Bern: “It’s not your fault… but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t piss me right the fuck off… and on again.”
Cain: “Whatever that means…”
Bern: “It means… I’ve drunken all I wanna drink, and now… I wanna fuck.”
Cain: “Oh. …Oh. Yeah, so… how would that work? Would we just… suck each other off, or shove our dicks into the other one’s butt while the other one… like, jerked us off with their hands?”
Bern: “Uh… yeah… But I wanna fuck you in your ass.”
Cain: “Okay… if I’m gonna be a guy, I wanna stick my dick in someone.”
Bern: “Let’s… let’s fight for it!”
Cain: “…How? Should we arm wrestle or something? Manliest man gets to stick it in the loser’s butt?”
Bern: “Hehehehe… yeah.”
Cain: “So, we’re arm wrestling for it?”
Bern: “…Nah. Just… whip it out.”
Cain: “Uh, here? In the den?”
Bern: “…Oh, right… the kids are probably still up… In my room. Whoever comes first… loses. …And you gotta keep rubbing it, or else you’re a cheater. And cheaters… get fucked in the ass.”
Cain: “…Deal! Can you get upstairs by yourself?”
Bern: “Yes! …Probably! Definitely!”
Cain: “By Verde, you’re drunk.”
Bern: “Blame the testesta… The testoro… Shut up!”
With some shambled steps, the two ladies turned men walked upstairs and somehow made it to Bern’s room. Which was like Babs’ room, but with a more masculine look and scent.
When they arrived Cain cranked open a window to prevent the booze stench from getting too overbearing and took off his clothes, stripping down to nothingness. Bern got naked just as quickly, but instead of folding her clothes in a semi-neat manner, like Cain was, she just chucked them at a wall. Like a disgruntled caveman. …Or a teenage boy.
Bern: “Now, we… sit on the bed, and whoever lasts the longest… will become the fucker of the butt.”
Cain: “First, we need some rules. Let’s say… once you put your hand on your penis, no taking it off until you cum, or you’re disqualified. And you need to move it up and down at least every… two seconds. Can you do that?”
Bern: “Yes!”
Cain: “Then… which hand do you normally use to masturbate? I tried alternating, except I’m not—”
Bern: “Left. Always left.”
Cain: “Then slap your left hand down, and we’ll start at the count of three!”
Bern and Cain both did as Cain instructed, With Cain grabbing her flaccid 9 inch dick, and Bern grabbing her floppy 8 inches. There was some comment to make about how unusually large their dicks were, except they were too drunk to do anything but compete, talk about sex, and have sex.
Cain: “Three… two… one… FAP!”
With that declaration, the two lady-men began to crank their dicks, rubbing them up and down for the… fifth or sixth time each. They knew what they had to do to get hard, and even with their minds both drenched in the inebriation of beer, they didn’t have any trouble getting hard. Side by side, buck naked, playing the stranger, these two men started jerking off, their movements calm and deliberate as their eyes shut and drifted to the realm of fantasy.
They both settled on the same parallel fantasy. That of fucking each other, but with their partner in her female form, squirming and begging for the firm cock they wielded, before gleefully placing it inside her. It was as simple and direct as a fantasy could get… yet that made it a real shit one for outlasterbating.
They opened their eyes up at about the same time and quickly wound up gazing at each other’s handsome face, imagining it grunting and moaning in pleasure as they so tenderly pounded into them. Simultaneously, they realized the problem. They needed to jerk it, not get aroused, and when thinking of a solution, Bern had the brilliant idea. Hazing!
Bern: “You may as well blow your load now, ‘cos I’m gonna fuck you in the ass!”
Cain smirked in response, and immediately threw Bern’s words back at her.
Cain: “No, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass!”
Bern: “No, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass!”
Cain: “No, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass!”
Bern: “No, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass!”
Cain: “No, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass!”
Bern: “No, I’m gonna fuck you… on the ass!”
Cain: “No, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass… until you cum!”
Bern: “Hey… that’s… not how butts work!”
Cain: “Wanna test that? Lemme fuck you in the ass!”
Bern: “…Okay, but you gotta make me cum.”
Cain: “With pleasure!”
Seeing the slightest opening in her opponent, Cain lurched her arm forward and grabbed Bern’s cock, shoving her left arm away. Bern flinched and Cain started rubbing it like mad! Fingers tight, pinky poking into the sensitive flesh right around the base of the cock, and thumb rubbing the frenulum for good measure. Every part of Bern’s body wanted to let Cain work her magic, channeling the skills she honed after giving her ex-husband more quickies than she could count. But Bern had an asshole she wanted to claim for her own, so if her opponent was gonna play dirty… she would too!
Bern threw her hand over to Cain’s cock, and quickly began mimicking her technique, but it was a pale imitation. With her mind clouded with a thick haze of beer, her fine motor skills were inebriated, and with her dick being massaged by a former pro, there was a fine limit to how much she could focus on anything.
Cain was not discouraged by her opponent’s attempt, and kept her focus. She ignored everything throbbing through her dick as she used her thick hands on this big thick member. She caressed it as if it were her lover’s, her movements slow yet precise, and while this wasn’t up to the standards she was held to four or five years ago, it was enough to get what she needed.
With a final stroke, Bern’s resistance shattered, and a stream of billowing white shot from her penis, where it sprayed down onto Cain’s hands. Bern’s hand left Cain, and she fell onto her back, grunting in frustration before panting in satisfaction.
Bern: “You… you tricked me!”
Cain: “It was your idea in the first place! And you said I ‘gotta make you cum first.’ So I did. Now… I’m gonna fuck you in the ass!”
With newfound vigor, Cain flipped Bern over, exposing his asshole, and promptly slammed her stable erection inside it. It was a tight fit, one that left Bern grunting with pain as she was forced to learn about the unseen depths of her asshole, and left Cain wide-eyed as his dick was pleasured from all sides. This was far from the first time Bern had ever had someone shove a dick inside her ass, but without the cushion of a fat ass or a set of flared hips to shake, it felt harder, tighter, and more… intense than before. Every thrust from Cain felt like her flat ass was getting smacked, while for Cain, it felt like ramming her penis through a hole just barely big enough to contain it.
For Bern, it was something familiar, just with a new twist. She knew the sensation of getting fucked in the ass well, but everything was different, harder, more rigid, and instead of barking out her high dulcet tones, her voice was deep and guttural. Whether she liked or preferred it was a task beyond her drunken mind. All she knew was that, no matter the body… this still felt good.
For Cain, it was the accumulation of something she had been building to. A desire she was harboring since she first got her hands on this cock of hers. It was not only a sense of pleasure, yet power. She was the one driving sex— the rider— and with every heave of her hips, with every breath she took, she felt like it. Her chest did not bounce, but swayed. Her hair remained static on her head, not accentuating anything. And instead of following the orders of someone else, she was doing what she wanted, setting her own damn pace. For Cain… it was her sexual liberation!
Right as the significance finally seeped into her hazy mind, Cain unleashed herself. It was quick, accelerated by Bern’s foreplay and a general lack of experience. But as she felt the contents of her cock release into Bern in half a dozen bursts, she was content.
Cain: “Okay… now I get it. …Now I finally get men.”
With cum lining Bern’s anus, Cain slid her dick out of it and plopped onto the bed.
Bern: “Y-Yeah, I can’t blame ya, dude. It’s a lot and… while it’s lousy for multiple rounds, there’s something about just being able to release it all… and just be fuckin’ done with it. …Ya know what I mean… Cain?”
As Bern turned around to check her partner, she looked to see Cain’s eyes already closed, laying on top of the covers, her dick still dripping with cum.
Bern: “Oh, you dick. …Nah, I only have myself to blame. I pegged you for one of those drinkers and… now what am I gonna do with this?”
Bern then pointed at her penis, semi-erect and clearly ready for additional stipulation after her anal massage.
Bern: “Maybe I could call Gemma or… No, I’m too drunk for… anything. …And I was gonna do the sheets tomorrow anyway so… move your ass you big lug!”
With some sloppy finagling and a lot of shoveling, Bern managed to push herself and Cain under the sheets, where she quickly fell asleep next to her partner. She might have not gotten the male experience she expected tonight, but it was, undeniably, a male experience.
Part 8: Minute Max’s Major Misstep
Date: Friday, June 19, 2015
Time: 22:30
Location: The Flare Residence
After a date night of the most low-key and casual disposition, Jade and Max had reached the final stage of the evening, and were cast in Max’s bedroom. Which was identical to Maxxie’s bedroom, but the clothes were a size bigger and everything smelled worse. The two had already stripped down to their underwear and were laying on top of the sheets as they prepared for the main attraction of the night.
Max: “So, you ready for the real thing?”
Jade: “Max, I fucked a two-foot-tall dildo earlier this week. It would be weird if I wasn’t ready for this.”
Max: “Well, I— wait, how did you fit two feet inside you?”
Jade: “I… I didn’t. I explicitly said that I couldn’t fit it all in and felt it touch the… end of my vagina.”
Max: “Well, that’s not gonna be a problem with my little member!”
Jade: “You’re not supposed to say it’s little! …Though, I could already tell.”
Max: “What does that mean?”
Jade: “Your underwear are pretty tight and I can see an impression of it…”
Max looked down, past her ample gut, and looked at what was clearly the impression of a penis in her briefs.
Max: “…Oh. “
Jade: “You said that ‘size doesn’t matter, it’s all in the technique,’ so… let’s see some of that technique I guess.”
Max: “…Did I say that? It sounds like something I might’ve said, but now that I’m the one with the dick, I gotta wonder—”
Jade: “Max, as your girlfriend, let me make this very clear. I want you to take off your underwear and fuck me. Can you do that?”
Max: “Yes’m!”
With the vigor of a child presented with a finely wrapped present, Max proceeded to thrust down her underwear, causing her penis to flick free, fully erect and primed for action. All… four inches of it! Jade’s eyes fixated on it, growing wide as it was presented before her… only to narrow as she realized its true size. She had known that it was going to be on the smaller side yet, somehow, she still looked at it with disappointment.
Jade: “…It’s smaller than mine was.”
Max: “Y-Yeah, I guess it is if you wanna bring up that ghost, but don’t knock it till you try it.”
Ad Max defended her penis, Jade stripped off her bra and panty, revealing her naked body in its entirety. It was something that Max had seen plenty of during her week inside Jade’s pale, almost pinkish, skin. Now she had an opportunity to play with it in a brand new way!
Jade spread herself across Max’s bed, giving her a smirk as she invited her to take the lead, and Max grabbed that initiative with all the gusto she could. She planted her, slightly, taller body over Jade and stared into her green eyes, moving closer and closer before locking their lips together with a kiss. From this first contact, Max wrapped her arms around Jade, stretching them across and around her narrow back before pressing their chests together. Max’s concave gut practically slotted into Jade’s convex torso, and when their breasts reached each other, Jade squirmed. Max knew very well just how tender Jade’s little breasts were, and she didn’t even need a hand to make her into putty within her hand.
As for the main attraction, Max refrained from sticking it in just yet. Instead, she rubbed it against Jade’s labia. Teasing her with its shape and texture as her sex grew wetter and hotter with each rotation. Jade grumbled and murmured as her partner continued to embrace her, relishing in this state as Max wiggled across her form, squirming past and into her most tender areas.
Truly, it was not too different from the other times they shared together, if not for the added element of her partner. While Maxxie was always soft and warm to the touch, Max burned ever so slightly hotter and her skin was both harder and hairier. Her entire form carried with it an inarguable level of ruggedness to it, and while slightly alienating at first, once her hands had time to settle into the rich field of her back, she began to see the appeal of laying with a man. Though, at this point, she was through waiting for the main course.
Jade: “Stick it in.”
After Jade’s whisper brushed through Max’s ear, she raised her lower body high, took aim, and slammed herself squarely into Jade.
Jade: “Kyaaaa!”
Jade’s body tensed as they reconnected in a sudden burst, clenching hard onto Max’s back and only easing up when her partner began to thrust. She offered a snide smile before doing her part, swinging her hips and making Max’s face melt with satisfaction.
Max: “S-Shit, you really know what you’re doing.”
Jade: “D-Don’t phrase it like that. Y-You’re my first time after all.”
Max: “Well, if this is how you work on instinct, then I’m getting hard just thinking about the shit you’ll be pulling by the end of the summer.”
With things going swimmingly so far, Max decided to up the tempo, moving a little faster, a bit harder, but the moment she changed what she was doing… she regretted it.
She went from cloud nine to crashing through the sky as her penis burst abruptly. It was so sudden that it even caught Max by surprise, and Jade wasn’t even sure how to react.
Max: “Bywha?”
Jade: “Kuh-what? Did… did you just finish?”
Max: “I, uh… shit, I guess I just did.”
Jade: “…It hasn’t even been a minute since you stuck it in.”
Max: “Well, no, it had to… had to be at least two minutes—”
Jade: “I don’t think that makes it better, Max.”
Max: “…I’m sorry—”
Jade: “No, it’s okay, you only had a penis for a few days and—”
Max: “No, no, at least let me make it up for you, hold on…”
Max, somewhat clumsily, began adjusting her positioning on this bed, letting go of Jade’s body while venturing down until she was staring at her cum-filled crotch. She looked at this sight and licked her lips before bringing her tongue to Jade’s pussy. Jade practically jumped as she felt Max’s hot wet tongue brush against her sex, but rather than protest it, she welcomed it, moaning as Max circled her tongue around her vulva and lapped up the semen she left behind.
However, Max immediately regretted this plan by the time she tasted herself. It was tangy, intense, salty, and not very pleasant on her tongue. It didn’t taste utterly disgusting, but it was kind of like if someone tried to make garlic cheese mayonnaise and let it congeal overnight.
With more than a modicum of regret over her dietary choices, Max continued to dig her way through her splooge, lapping away the cum from Jade’s vagina before going in to get her off. It was how they had their first time together and after spending so much time in Jade’s body, it only took Max a minute of deliberate tongue-play before she was washing her tongue off with Jade’s sweet juices.
Max: “Did I make it right, darling?”
Jade: “Y-Yeah. Sometimes I forget how well you know my ticks…”
Max: “You’re not that hard to read, Jade. So, what did you think?”
Jade: “Well… I thought our first ‘hetero’ experience would be a bit… underwhelming. I tried to be open to everything, but… I think it was just better when you were a girl using a strap on.”
Max: “Damn. Harsh, harsh words… but I get it. A girl like you needs something more than a minute-long fuck and getting her pussy eaten out afterwards.”
Jade: “Well… you might have better luck if you tried to get into shape more instead of, you know, doing just little bits and pieces when you feel like it.”
Max: “…So it’s not the technique, it’s the body, is that what you’re saying?”
Jade: “I might be saying it, but you said it first.”
Max: “Yeah, yeah… I’ll sleep on it and decide what I should do tomorrow. G’d night, babe!”
With a huff, Max slid into the sheets and invited Jade to do the same… even though the lights were on. Jade let out a sigh as she stood up to turn off the lights before joining Max in bed.
Jade: “Good night… Max.”
The Posse Logs: My Sensational Summer Vacation Diary
Jade: “I love Maxxie, she’s my best friend, but… despite trying my best, I don’t find her to be anywhere as endearing when she’s Max. I can handle her being in someone else’s body, she manages to always be my cutie no matter which body she’s in, even when she was in Zoe, she still knows how to act cute. Yet, something about when she’s Max… it just doesn’t feel right. I guess it’s just because I know it’s her, I know that with just a few button presses, she could go back to being her usual self. …And I just like her usual self so much more. Her smile, her soft skin, the way she smells, it’s just… better. I don’t think it’s due to any deep seated discomfort I have around men as much as how… her body is just kind of worse as a boy, and I think she knows it. I know she got on Verde’s case about this before but… maybe she’ll listen to me.”
Max: “Yeah, I fucked up today. I wanted to get reservations at someplace fancy dancy, and I should’ve realized that most of those places don’t have reservations the day of, especially on a Friday night. I could’ve gotten a reservation in Chicago, but guess who’s grounded for causing Chaos in the Windy City 2: Swappin’ Boogaloo? Me! I tried to spin it as a way to get all sweet and intimate with Jade, just the two of us, ‘cept that was all a lie! I really botched the ball with a lotta things tonight, and while Jade was a good sport, I think she could tell that I was biffin’ it. I gotta figure out how to be a better dude, because if I were to enter a contest, I’d probably come dead-ass last!”
Zoe(Shinji): “Today Shiaka and I tried something novel by using both the body swap and TS functions at the same time. It seemed a bit redundant conceptually, switching bodies with my girlfriend to become a boy, yet the very bedrock of our relationship almost immediately changed. Despite still being the man in the relationship, when we went out, I was always seen as the partner, not the leader, while she was presumed to be in charge. It was fascinating to me, as I always assumed that people who default to the male being the head of any heterosexual pair, yet I suppose when there is such a difference in stature, those rules change. It was a fascinating test case. I had all the freedom and comfort of being the man in a relationship, yet lacked the corresponding responsibility. It was an unexpected discovery and… I think Shiaka and I should repeat this experience sometime soon, just from the other perspective.”
Shiaka(Zoey): “Being Zoey is… kind of scary to be honest. When I was Zoe, I always felt like people looked at me with admiration or respect, with maybe a few looks from girls who thought I was hot. But as Zoey, I felt like people were just always looking at me, and not in a good way. It was almost like they weren’t sure if I was real or not… and I can see why. Everything about this body is… extreme. It’s taller than Zoe, it’s taller than any female body I’d ever seen aside from Abigale’s. It’s probably even stronger than Zoe’s, despite not looking like it. And it’s so… pretty that I couldn’t tell if people were staring at me because I was tall, strong, or just sexy. Maybe they thought I was all three. I tried to underplay it, tried to be gentle, as I was still a woman and should act like one, yet… I think that was a mistake. After being with Zoe tonight, I think I finally understood how this body is supposed to be used. That I made a mistake trying to be this tall wallflower and… should have been the dominant woman I appear to be. I think I did a good job capturing that tonight.”
Terra(Raiyne): “So, I was pretty surprised when Raiyne asked me to switch bodies today. I figured it was fine and as a woman in her 30s, maybe she wanted to be a pre-teen again. But… I kind of didn’t have any plans for when I actually swapped bodies with her. She’s not really close to anyone else, aside from Caroline, so there wasn’t really anyone for me to hang out with, and she didn’t have much to do around her condo. Just a lot of books… a lot of books. So, what did I do? Well, I decided to put some of the ‘life skills’ Babs had been teaching me to use. I went to the grocery store to grab some things, made a stew, and had a quiet evening alone where I remembered that… I can read at a college level now. In fact, going over some of Raiyne’s lesson plans… everything there made sense. I guess that makes sense, she is an English teacher and, by swapping with her, I gained her linguistic skills. Which are the primary skills she, as an English teacher, uses to teach… If it weren’t summer, I’d worry about needing to finagle my way through a class as her but, thankfully, school’s still two months away.”
Vidkun: “After the big get-together with everyone, and something planned for tomorrow I wasn’t feeling particularly social. So I just decided to spend today playing Halo with Tony. While the games get overshadowed by multiplayer and FPS pundits like blaming it for ‘ruining’ the genre, Halo is home to some of the finest campaigns in FPS history. And as co-op campaigns, they are arguably the best. It’s just a shame that Microsoft fucked up the Master Chief Collection, and Halo Anniversary, though at least Anniversary let’s you play Combat Evolved at almost 720p. Not that Tony could really tell, being too dazzled by the experience of playing such a story-driven fully 3D game with a friend. It’s adorable seeing what sort of things impress him. …But he’s got a long way to go before he’s even decent at dual stick aiming.”
Tony: “God my parents are so cool when I’m a guy! They straight up do not care if I invite Vidkun over to play Xbox all day! In fact, they said they’re just glad I’m safe and off the streets! I didn’t want to risk breaking the good thing that I had, though I couldn’t really help myself and… just asked if they would treat me differently if I were a girl. I expected some bullshit non-answer, but no, instead they said that they would. That they would push me a lot more, because I would need more motivation if I was a girl. I expected them to go all sike or something, and they just didn’t! What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Ugh! When this week as Tony is over and done with, I’m going to need to ask them the reverse question, because… I’m starting to think that Verde needs to be messing with me again at this point. I don’t know what her motive is… but she’s a God, and Gods don’t need motives!”
Gem(Haruki): “After my spontaneous enlistment yesterday, I was highly anticipating another mission from the divine trio. Alas, they left me high and dry today, though I did get another call from Haruki. She began with an apology for our zoo merriment, not that she needed to, and promptly requested that we ‘get together and swap bodies.’ And what man could say no to that? We settled on a trip through the city, one where she could highlight some of her favorite places to me, while experiencing them anew through my body and eyes. A marvelous little concept that permitted me the opportunity to see places and consume foods the likes of which I had never seen prior. Truly the sort of soft family friendly fun that Verde had to imagine some of us would do with the VD 2.0… Though, it did not last that way for long as, after a hearty dinner, she took me back to her place. And here I thought the time we had in Ken and Elly’s was merely a fling we flung. Instead, she was interested in making me her ‘go-to’ partner because I ‘made her laugh and made her dick hard.’ It is always welcomingly warm for someone to say such kind things about me!”
Cain: “I can’t believe I did that. I don’t know why I did that. I could just blame the alcohol, yet… no, I know why I did that. Because I wanted it. Because I was tired of being so sexually distant. Bryce might have pushed me into sex as a form of servitude, but that does not mean I never enjoyed sex. That does not mean I shouldn’t enjoy sex. It is a wonderful expression of one’s body, and throughout the past three weeks, I have been reintroduced to the simple joy of masturbation. There is nothing wrong with what I did, yet I wish that I had the clarity to be more honest with myself. That I didn’t need to succumb to drunkenness and machismo, and… could have just been myself. I wasn’t able to think of that while I was awake, though… Perhaps that’s what Bern was trying to teach me.”
Raiyne(Terra): “I couldn’t do it. After last night, I thought I would be emboldened by what I did at the pool, and I just felt fear. I did not want to find out ‘who this new Raiyne Underwood truly is.’ I wanted to flee, be divorced from this new sexual element of my person and, to do that, I swapped with a child. I didn’t want anyone to know, so I didn’t tell them. As far as… Max and Bern are aware, I’m just Terra, and they didn’t pay me enough mind to really see holes in my facade. I feel bad about this, especially when I need to look at Terra’s body in its entirety, but… I’m not strong enough to face my true reflection, I need to run away. And if Abigale wishes to punish me for my cowardice… then so be it. I deserve it. For now, I just want to wait until this weekend is over. Then, I hope to be strong enough to go back to being myself. Then… I hope to have the answers that are long-past due.”
Bern: “Goldarn! That hit the spot. I always wanted to just have an unabashedly masculine night out with another guy, then go home and fuck each other as men. I’ve seen enough porn of dudes and had enough threesomes with two of them to get curious… and I screwed up. I thought Cain would be a lightweight, and it turned out that I was the lightweight. I didn’t know how much I could drink, and I was a dumbass at the end of everything. That whole ‘no, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass’ thing… was pretty funny looking back at it, but I should have been more honest with myself, even if I probably didn’t remember my own name near the end. Still, it was a good fuck and now that Cain has been broken in… I’m sure us adults can arrange something wilder next time. In fact, a dude-centric event like that might be a great idea for something when Ken and Elly come back…”
Kathy: “By far, the worst part of these international trips is the travel. Time travel aside, we spend half a day on a metal tube, flying through the sky, desperate to get home and back to reality. We’ll be done by the first half of July. After that… maybe it’s time for us to let the younger generation handle international travel. I’ll spend an afternoon traveling to New York or California no problem, yet I could do with only passing over the Pacific a handful of times a year. The sights are beautiful… but there is only so much reading and so many emails I can send while in a plane. I know we stopped the weeks-long and months-long trips for a good reason— our kid. And come 2016… we’re either going back to that, or we’ll just stop visiting Asia all-together!”
Elias: “I still cannot get over the thoroughness of the TS function of the VD 2.0. Every file, every reference of me, changes within an instant. I don’t even need to reload the pages, it is as if Ken or Kathy ceases to be when the other takes their place, and the same with me and Elias. I suppose that it must really be a reality change in that case, though I have to ask how it knows what to change. Does everything that I touch have some sort of variable or tag that is manipulated when my body transforms? What force is manipulating these things? I know that this is the work of a God, yet even a God must draw their power from somewhere? Yes, I know this is a petty thing that I am not meant to think about, yet when over a decade’s worth of emails changes in a second, I must ask how that is possible, how this all miraculously works. Perhaps I am being nosey, but I’ve avoided disasters precisely by being so nosey in the past.”
Nazz: “I did it. I established myself as a man. As a lover. And after a mere two days on this Earth, I became a man in the most meaningful way there is. And what a woman I snagged. She curled right up to me when she fell asleep, scrutinized me in all the right ways. I knew what I was expecting and now… now all that’s left is for me to live this fine life. Everything has been amazing at work, there is not a flake of this body that I dislike, let alone detest, and… I’m happy. There is not another thing in this world that I desire. …Thank you, Urabe. If there is any way I can please a God, let me know.”
Daisuke(Pas): “After the humiliation of last night, I begged Paz to let me remain a man for the day, and… she granted me that luxury. Instead of turning me back to normal, she switched our bodies, meaning she had the ‘privilege’ of being Dia, while I had to be Paz, posing as her as I gave her lessons, again. The work was easier than it was last week, as I knew what to expect, but also harder. While Pas might be just the male equivalent of my wife, the body still looks, sounds, and feels like that of a stranger, as if I was posing as Paz’s long-lost brother. I knew how to act as Paz, but how do I… act as Paz as a man? It was something that plagued my mind during the public and private lessons alike, and I never found a satisfactory answer. I hoped that I would be able to return to myself when I got home, but… when forced to choose between the body of Dia and the body that looks like it would be my brother-in-law, I have to take the option where I remain a man.”
Paz(Dia): “For as much as I love Daisuke, he has never been able to shake his stubbornness with some things. When he decides he will not do something, he won’t do it unless a knife’s at his throat. All I wanted was for us to have fun. Sex in each other’s bodies has been so wonderful, I figured that TransSex sex would be just as great. But he’s been pushing me away ever since then, as if he cannot stand the idea of being so small and cute. He hated it so much that he went to work as me, and I could tell that wasn’t easy for him. I hate getting her involved, but Daisuke seemed distressed at the idea of even being in his TransSex body, so I messaged Verde before going to bed. I normally like to solve relationship issues directly with Daisuke, but… he’s never quite stonewalled me like this. Well, except for when I tried to first talk him into anal in the early 90s.”
Haruki(Gem): “Today was take two with Gem, and seeing as how I fell asleep in my bed, in his body, I’d say things went bangin’! This time I didn’t muck anything up by bringing in Shi-Shi— it was just the two of us, the city, and my favorite places. Museums, hole in the wall restaurants I found with my local and out-of-town buds, and places that are just cool, that have a cool vibe. Normally, it’s kind of a pain in the ass getting to all of these places, but for a chubby dude Gem’s body sure can hoof it! I felt like I could walk 25,000 steps no problem, and if he had any grips with my bod, he kept his lips sealed! And his schtick… it’s just funnier coming from my body. It’s like jamming some alien into my body who kinda knows how humans work, yet talks like a dipshit. I know Gem can talk like a normal person if he wants to… except it’s so great I’d never tell him to stop! Also, the sex slapped! I don’t know where this Gem dude learned how to fuck so well, and I’m not sure I really wanna.”
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
ACT 3: WORLDLY WONDERS
July 1st: We Lost the Remote in Tokyo!
July 2nd: Maid Café Mishaps
July 3rd: Pier Parties and Peaceful Palavers
July 4th: The Freedom To Get High At Burger Queen!
July 5th: From Nippon With Love
July 6th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 1
July 7th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 1
July 8th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 1
July 9th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 2
July 10th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 2
July 11th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 2
July 12th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 3
July 13th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 3
July 14th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 3
July 15th: Utage Three-Point-Oh!