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 20th: Chicago Diamond Symphonia
Part 1: Orders from Telegram
Date: Saturday, June 20, 2015
Time: 08:29
Location: The Swap Posse Telegram Group
Verde: “RISE AND SHINE URSINE!!! I’ve got some major bones to pick with two people not pulling their weight! As members of the Swap Posse, you don’t have many responsibilities other than keep that shit swappin’! Your bodies, your sex, and keep it real, don’t just hunker down at home, get up, get out, get groovin’! Most of y’all have been slayin’ but three of you gotta exercise yo game!”
Verde: “Nazz, I get that you’re psyched to finally have your dream bod, but even though you posting those mad thirst traps with your hot gym photos, you have not accepted ANY swap requests. As such, you gotta give up the goods to the first lady who calls dibs!”
Haruki: “DIBS!”
Maxxie: “DIBS.”
Elly: “Dibs.”
Haruki: “HELL YEAH! First, fuckers!”
Maxxie: “FUCK! I got creamed by a pro!”
Babs: “Elly, you’re not even in the country right now.”
Nazz: “Don’t I get a say in this? This is supposed to be my first Saturday as a man!”
Elly: “Wrong. I’m in Hawaii. So I’m in America.”
Verde: “You were warned with a DM. Then you copped that primo doctor pussy. On a scale of one to ten, how was she?”
Jade: “Verde, do you really need to discuss these things in the general chat?”
Nazz: “She’s the only woman I’ve ever had sex with… but my dick says she was an eight, easy.”
Verde: “Yes.”
Verde: “Nice.”
Zoe(Shinji): “What a thing to read over breakfast…”
Shiaka(Zoey): “You could say that again, Zoe…”
Urabe: “Haruki and Nazz will swap bodies for 15 hours starting at 9:00.”
Vidkun: “Who are you going to publicly shame next?”
Verde: “Vid, you gotta expand your horizons. Swap with an adult for the love of fuck! Same with you Tony. I love that you love boymoding, just stop playing Xbox! That shit is boooring!”
Vidkun: “I’ll put in a swap request then…”
Verde: “Cool! The next person on my shitlist is Daisuke! Unlike Raiyne, he actually checked out his TransSex form, except he didn’t do shit with it, and that’s a crime! You are hereby locked into your TransSex form for 24 hours starting at 9:00. Unless you go out and do something, you’re staying that way all week.”
Tony: “Aw, but Xbox is fun!”
Tony: “That sounds like it should be against the rules…”
Verde: “Either you have sexy adventures, or your Posse privileges get revoked! Them’s the rules! If you don’t like it, we can fight about it!”
Abigale: “I would like to add that Verde is waving around a copy of SNK vs. Capcom: SVC Chaos.”
Verde: “I had to cheese my way through this shit to get to the semifinals at EVO 2005, damn it!”
Urabe: “That game was never featured at any Evolution Championship Series tournament.”
Verde: “IT WAS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! LEARN THE LORE!”
Paz(Dia): “Don’t worry Verde. I’ll make sure Dia gets her time to shine like the gem she is.”
Gem: “I do not mean to pry Paz, but mayhaps you should refer to her as a dia-mond, rather than a gem.”
Paz(Dia): “Oooh! I just realized that! She can be my precious Diamond!”
Daisuke(Pas): “…Do I get a say in this?”
Verde: “No. Sexy is ethical. Cute is law.”
Maxxie: “Ass is hometown!”
Verde: “This girl knows where it’s at!”
‘Terra’: “Hold on, I thought Nazz was trans, why are you swapping him with a woman?”
Verde: “Nazz is trans, yet not gender-lock-me-for-life trans. He doesn’t have a problem being a girl sometimes, he just wants his body to be male, ‘cos he finds it more comfortable and advantageous.”
Nazz: “Do I need to be Haruki again by the way? She was a breath of fresh air before my transformation, but her body isn’t anything special.”
Haruki: “Woooow!“
Verde: “Nah, you just need to present as female, go out, and do something.”
Haruki: “Hey Nazz wanna go on a date?”
Nazz: “What? A date… with my own body?”
Haruki: “You sorta owe it after sacking me in your shitty older body. And as a 24-year-old, I am the most qualified person around to help a 22-year-old learn how to be young!”
Verde: “I approve of this narrative divergence. Make it so. Whose body do you wanna go on a date with?”
Haruki: “Gemma!”
Verde: “Didn’t you already do that?”
Haruki: “I have a type! And I’m not gonna put mister young boy here into a MILF body!”
Verde: “Fair enough. Gem, you’re on your own if you don’t wanna spend another day as Haruki. We got lost in the weeds. I think we be good. Enjoy the weekend everybody, and remember. Keep this swappin’ summer sensational!“
Haruki: “Hey, can you help me make my body curvier? I would exercise, but it’s hard to get a regiment going when I keep loaning myself out, y’know.”
Verde: “I said gimme three weeks, ya ornery woman! I’ll settle all your problems in three weeks.”
Haruki: “Thanks Verde! Love chu~!”
Verde: “Also, we’re doing another pool party at Casa del Dusk today. Everybody not on my shit list is welcome to enjoy body swap RNG! Who knows, maybe you could swap with a GOD!”
Part 2: Shiny Li’l Beach Doll
Date: Saturday, June 20, 2015
Time: 11:22
Location: Clark Street Beach, Evanston, Illinois
The vast cerulean water of Lake Michigan brushed against the shore with brisk white waves, offering a pleasant sight to any passersby. The bright yellow sun shined uninhibited of any clouds, casting the beachfront with an unbroken radiance and warmth. For this early in the summer, one couldn’t ask for better beach weather. It was warm, radiant, and because it was so early in the day, the beach was empty. Well, barring a few Northwestern students who were lounging about. Whether they came here early or just woke up on the beach was anyone’s guess.
A group of three, all dressed for a day of swimming, walked onto the scene. The first was a Hispanic man in his mid 40s, his height on the lower end of average and his frame scrawny. A thick clump of curly dark hair extended across his face in the form of a freshly trimmed beard. Wearing nothing more than a white swimming brief. With one arm carrying a cooler and the other a stuffed beach bag, he walked through the sand with shaky footing as he darted his dark brown eyes about, looking for a good place to settle.
Next to him was a woman that stood a head shorter than him who… looked to be possibly two decades younger. Her black dark hair flowed past her shoulders before ending in a seemingly natural curl, while her remarkably light complexion made her seem like an ill-fit for any outdoors activity. Sunglasses shielded her bright blue eyes from any onlookers, and obfuscated her face, but the smoothness of her skin was evident to anyone who drew close enough.
Despite her stature, she was… stacked. Her body featured a set of large breasts that were only barely contained by her black and pink bikini, a plump rear that nearly ate the bottom of her swimsuit, and a set of child-bearing hips. The evenness of her curves gave them a natural look, but her features were so pronounced it almost warranted doing a double take, especially given the way she moved.
Even considering she was walking across sand on heeled sandals, as if she was trying to fight against the weight of her top and bottom heavy frame in order to adopt a more straight stride. With how she was walking, there was no wonder why her arms were free beyond a crossbody purse, one strap buried inside her cleavage.
Behind this woman was another. A tall woman with a dark complexion clad in a cobalt two piece, carrying her own beach bag who walked with a slight degree of nervousness, but nothing extreme enough to be noteworthy. She wore a weary smile as she walked with her arms folded under her cobalt bikini-clad chest, following behind the other two.
These were Paz and Daisuke, both adopting their TransSex forms of Pascal and Dia, along with Terra in the body of Raiyne Underwood. Though, neither of her companions realized she wasn’t the woman she appeared to be.
Pas: “Any preference on where we set up for the day, Dear?”
Dia: “…Just away from the trees and the center of the beach. If I’m going to need to be out like this, I want to just soak up some sun and avoid as many people as possible.”
Terra(Raiyne): “So, some place around there should work?”
Terra(Raiyne) pointed at a spot that fit those specifications. It was a bit far from the entrance, but that meant fewer people would gather there throughout the day.
Dia: “Sure, why not?”
Despite his dull inflection, Dia spoke with a youthful voice that made it hard to believe that their body was truly 48-years-old. He looked and sounded like he was in his thirties, yet if he were to say he was in his early twenties, nobody would second guess him.
Pas: “Aw, chipper up, will ya? I know you were never much of a beach person and—”
Dia: “After going to the beach as you, I had my fill for this entire summer. But seeing as how you already dragged me out here… I’ll play along.”
Pas: “Oh? In that case, I should have brought some inflatables! I’m sure if could run over to a—”
Dia: “Don’t test your luck, Pas. You’re still on thin ice after what you tried to pull last night.”
Pas: “I can’t help it when you act so adorable. And you weren’t even Dia at the time.”
Dia: “It doesn’t matter who’s in it. The body itself is—”
Pas: “Dia, don’t lie to yourself. You know your body is beautiful. Women would kill to look like you, especially well past 40.”
Dia: “Just because some people might like this body doesn’t mean I need to, Pas.”
After some walking, the three reached their destination, a stretch of sand near the southern perimeter of the beach, located closer to the trees than the shore. Immediately, Pas started unpacking, smoothing out the sand with her bare feet before placing down the beach towel and arranging the cooler and bags in a diligent manner. As she worked, Dia stood by and stared incredulously, while Terra(Raiyne) awkwardly waited for her to finish, looking busy by futzing with her bag.
Pas: “For you, Dear.”
Pas presented the towel as if it were a throne and Dia promptly plopped his rear onto it, laying down, folding his hands behind his head.
Dia: “Yep, it’ll do. Thanks, Pas. Now how many hours do I need to stay here?”
Pas: “Oh, come on Dia, you’re not even going to get into the water?”
Dia: “And get this mop of hair wet? No thank you.”
Pas: “You know Verde’s going to get mad at you if you keep acting like this.”
Dia: “I’m pretty sure she’d be mad if I was miserably frolicking through the water with my massive boobs flopping all over the damn place. Pas… I love you. Just please, leave me alone for a while. It was bad enough on June 7th, and I don’t want to repeat history. If I feel like it… I might give it a try, but right now, I don’t feel like it. Okay?”
Dia pulled up his sunglasses as he stared at his wife. He knew his words were harsh and curved his lips into a hesitant smile, as if requesting forgiveness. With a small nod, Pas turned away from him.
Pas: “If you need to take your time, take your time. I just wish you would let me know why you became such a sourpuss…”
Pas then walked over to the water and hesitantly began dipping her toes into it before deciding it was warm enough to walk into. Dia looked at this display briefly, before letting out a sigh and staring up at the sky.
Dia: “God. Damn. It. All.“
Terra(Raiyne): “Uh, Dia, do… do you want me to leave for a while or?”
Dia: “No Raiyne. I invited you here for a reason. And just looking at me, you can probably figure out why.”
Terra(Raiyne): “I… I don’t think it’s as obvious as you think it is, Dia. Last week… you were in my body, offering to have sex with me then and there, embracing my body more… more than I was willing to… with that outfit. You seemed plenty comfortable being a woman. Now… now you just seem miserable. Does something hurt or—”
Dia: “Only my ego. It is one thing when I am in someone else’s body. Then I have the freedom to not be myself. Here, I lack the same luxury. I am myself… except female, and, well, look at me. I look like a damn doll. To know that this is what I would look like as a woman, that this is supposed to be the female equivalent of my body, it feels wrong.”
Terra(Raiyne): “I mean, don’t you bear some resemblance to other family members, maybe a sibling or parents, a cousin or—”
Dia: “I lost nearly a foot and I’m twenty kilograms lighter. I feel so much weaker, so much more vulnerable, and… this all feels like such a joke. I’m shorter than my daughters, have these giant boobs bolted onto my chest, and even walking around is so different I feel like I’m about to fall over. It’s all like some twisted joke.”
Terra(Raiyne): “W-Well, I know she works in mysterious ways, but I doubt she wants to torment you. Can you think of any reason why she might want to put you in a body like this?”
Dia: “Maybe some kind of test? She seems bizarre enough to try something like that. …As a man, I always took pride in my strength. Not only how strong I kept my body through the years, but the strength of my character. I had to be strong for my girls, and when Shiaka was assaulted, I had to be even stronger. I tried to teach Shiaka the importance of strength, of taking on new challenges and adversities no matter how imposing they may be, as I wanted her to be able to live a normal life. I knew it had to be hard for her, being so small and dainty, yet she did it. Now she’s so outgoing that I can barely keep up with what she’s doing. She’s been so damn emboldened with this VD 2.0 thing it’s… a little scary .”
Terra(Raiyne): “I didn’t want to say it, but… you look like an older and more… developed version of Shiaka. The family resemblance was always there with you two, except now it’s a lot more obvious.”
Dia: “I know. That’s the first thing I saw when I looked into the mirror. I’ve been in her body before, and it was a shock feeling so much smaller and being so much… colder. Being Paz and Haruki was one thing, yet going past 160 centimeters makes me feel like I’ve become too small for the world. With a body like this, I don’t know how to be strong. I know how to be Shiaka, how to wear her body with confidence, because I had seen her show the same confidence and given her advice. When I was in your body… I was so tall and so physically strong that I didn’t need to really try. But I don’t know Dia, and this body is so overwhelming that I don’t know how I can know her, how I can be her, let alone a strong version of her.”
Terra(Raiyne): “If you don’t know her, wouldn’t she be a blank slate? Instead of asking how to be her, maybe you should ask… what you want to be?”
Dia: “What I want to be is myself. But for the next 13 hours, I’m stuck like this.”
Terra(Raiyne): “Well, if you want to get stronger, you should grit your teeth and bear it, try to get more comfortable. I know we have a joke about water being a good way to get used to your body, but… it’s true, and I’m sure Pas would—”
Dia: “No! I’ll just lay here and soak up some sun. J-Just lying around should be enough to help me with my sensory homunculus. And this body is too pale anyway. I don’t know why it’s so much paler when nobody else’s complexion changed, and I don’t want to think of any tampering Verde did with my genetics.”
Dia then straightened out his person, put earbuds into his ears, and laid down with his arms to his side, looking over his phone for something to listen to.
Terra(Raiyne): “…Did you put on sunscreen before you came here? Because otherwise, you’re going to burn up.”
Dia looked up at who he assumed to be Raiyne and sneered past his sunglasses. Because he knew she was right.
Dia: “I forgot. I never needed it before, but if I don’t want to burn up, I probably do now… I hate to ask Raiyne, but could you—”
Terra(Raiyne): “Oh, I… I guess— Sure, I’ll do it, no problem.”
With her not-so-well hidden discomfort, Terra(Raiyne) began sifting through the beach bags for the sunscreen, only to find suntan lotion which… seemed close enough, she figured. By the time she grabbed it, Dia was already flopped onto his back, using his arms to cushion his breasts as he tried, and failed, to get comfortable. With a set of larger hands she was still coming to grips with, Terra(Raiyne) began to pour out a generous amount of the oily lotion onto Dia’s back, where she began rubbing it against her surprisingly smooth skin.
It had a few imperfections, carried over from her male forms, but it was almost impossible for anyone to recognize this as the back of a 48-year-old. There weren’t any obvious knots or tight clumps of muscles to be found as she worked her hands across Dia’s legs and back. It was surprising, as even Terra’s mother had a few bad spots on her back, but then again, Elly didn’t look quite so young.
Terra(Raiyne): “Th-That should cover your back, unless you want me to do your front too.”
Terra(Raiyne) said that half-jokingly, but as she looked at Dia looking down at his body with wide blue eyes… she realized that further services may be needed.
Dia: “The less I need to touch this body, the better.”
With a sigh, Terra(Raiyne) bit her lips and began pouring out more suntan lotion and began rubbing it across Dia’s stomach, arms, legs, and even face. Needless to say, it was an awkward experience for both. Terra(Raiyne) was forced to act like rubbing her hands over a mature woman’s body wasn’t something that made her feel like a creep. Easily, the worst part was when she got to the loosely contained breasts. The threat of a wardrobe malfunction stiffened her hands and even then, she knew she barely rubbed anything in.
For Dia though… it was far worse, as he was forced to acknowledge every part of his exposed person. He closed his eyes to dissociate from the experience, but that only made it worse as he felt slender hands lather his slender legs, caress his hips, and gingerly dabble lotion onto his chest. The lotion stuck to his skin after it was lathered, lingering as it was slowly absorbed, leaving him unable to not think about his body as he laid on the towel. Still, he did not blame Terra(Raiyne) for any part of this— he requested it after all— and looked up at her with a forced smile.
Dia: “Th-Thanks, Raiyne.”
Terra(Raiyne): “It’s no problem… now, I’m going to check out the water if you don’t mind.”
Dia: “Sure, sure. You’ve already done enough for me… and I know you can’t do anything about those people.”
Dia then stared at a pair of college-aged boys who were clearly checking out Dia as his lotion-covered skin glistened in the sun.
Terra(Raiyne): “You sure you don’t need—”
Dia: “If they stare… then at least somebody’s enjoying this. Go on, at least one of us should try to enjoy ourselves today.”
Dia then moved his attention to his phone, searching for something to listen to before lying back down on the towel, shutting his eyes. Terra(Raiyne) looked on at this site before leaving. There was nothing about the comfortable way that Dia was holding himself that would even imply that they were nothing more than a young woman. Despite being full of contempt, they looked calm, peaceful, and overall, beautiful. It made Terra(Raiyne)’s heart skip a beat, as her mind vaguely pictured herself in a similar body in a similar situation. She had already gotten a preview of what her future could hold by embodying her mother and sister, but something like this wouldn’t be too bad. Well, except for the oversized boobs. …But that can be fixed with surgery.
Terra(Raiyne) shook her head as she crossed paths with this fantasy and began walking to the water, where she saw Pas swimming against the tide. She entered the water, finding it surprisingly warm, and once fully submerged, she began swimming out further, calling for Pas as she drew near.
Terra(Raiyne): “Hey, Pas!”
Pas turned around as Terra(Raiyne) called out to her and immediately stopped swimming. With goggles covering her eyes, she smiled as she turned, giving up her swimming pursuits to get closer to Terra(Raiyne).
Pas: “Hey Raiyne! How’s Dia holding up? Is she still being a grump?”
Terra(Raiyne): “Yeah, you could say so. He’s really not comfortable with this body, and whatever you two did yesterday… it seems like he doesn’t really trust you.”
Pas: “Oh, yeah… about that. Daisuke refused to go about her day as Dia, so I switched bodies with her. He did my job, while I just did things around the house as Dia, a bit of shopping, some errands, little things like that. It was a lot of fun, getting to dress up a body that cute, and even more fun when I found a maid outfit stashed in the closet! Her body is also about as comfortable as it looks, even if all the curves can be a bit much at first. I know it took me some practice before I could walk in heels.”
Terra(Raiyne): “Yeah, wasn’t there something else that happened last night?”
Pas: “…Right, that. I got a little too frisky, and thought that if we had so much fun in each other’s bodies, doing it with me as Dia and Daisuke as Pas would be a great time. Instead… he panicked, and wound up sleeping on the couch. I blame myself. I was too forward with him, except he wouldn’t tell me why he was so scared. No matter the body, it’s just us. And we didn’t have any problem doing it on…”
Terra(Raiyne): “…On June 13th? When Daisuke was in my body and you were in Gem’s?”
Pas: “Y-Yes, that. I’m sorry, it’s just a teensy bit awkward saying that in front of you, thinking of Daisuke when he was you, so bold and forward, it was…”
The waves and color of the water made it impossible for Terra(Raiyne) to make out any details on what was going on in Pas’s white briefs. …But just from her face, she could tell where Pas’s mind was.
Pas: “A-Anyway, I just don’t know what to do to help him. His female body is just so beautiful that I think that if he could get over his hang ups, if he could find his strength with uneven footing, he could flaunt it, he could be a little diva. Or… let someone else give it a try while he stays in a different body.”
Terra(Raiyne): “I think he just needs time. Daisuke probably didn’t expect his TransSex body to be like… this. He’s still coming to terms with it, and how he should act as Dia.”
Pas: “Ooooh! I think I see the issue now. Oh, my dear little Daisuke… You are so brilliant when it comes to some things, but when you’re lost, you’re blind…”
Terra(Raiyne): “What… what do you have in mind?”
Pas: “Come swim with me, Raiyne. I mean, assuming you want to like that.”
Terra(Raiyne): “Why would I have problems swimming?”
Pas: “Well, Shiaka and Haruki kept telling me about how much you swam the other day, I figured you were just eager to get rid of your girls. I wondered if it was just Daisuke or Gem’s bodies, but no, it really is a lot easier swimming as a man!”
Terra(Raiyne): “I, uh… right, it is. Sadly, I left my VD 2.0 at home, and swimming with breasts really isn’t that bad, you know. They are a ‘floatation aid’ after all.”
Pas looked at Terra(Raiyne) carefully. Her dull expression hid any motive she could have for this brief stint of silence, only to quickly brush this action aside with a shrug.
Pas: “Hmm… Whatever you prefer, Raiyne. And if Dia is going to be a beach lounger today, you can be my swim buddy. Come on!”
With the eagerness a mother would express when playing with her kids, Pas swam in a lateral direction, inviting Terra(Raiyne) to follow behind. She took a moment to look back at Dia, who was grabbing something from the cooler. As much as she wanted to help him, sometimes the best help someone can give is… letting them be alone.
Part 3: Cool! How A Young Adult Should Live!
Date: Saturday, June 20, 2015
Time: 12:35
Location: Downtown Chicago
The hustle and bustle of the lunch rush was overbearing at this little hole in the wall sandwich joint. Tourists and Chicago expats were lined up outside the door while the kitchen was in full force, with shouting and clattering that rivaled the shouting filling the tables and counters. But it was all worth it for hot, sloppy, chunks of meat rammed in bread. It seemed a bit insane… though these sandwiches were real fuckin’ good.
Positioned right in one of the cramped center window seats sat Haruki(Nazz) and Nazz(Gemma). Each was already holding a meal in their hands while a platter of fries and two fountain drinks rested on their table.
Despite borrowing Nazz’s body for the day, Haruki looked plenty comfortable in it. With some gel applied to her hair for extra style, sunglasses on her forehead, a loose fitting off-white button-up with a few buttons undone to expose her pecs, and skinny jeans that left little to the imagination. In her hands, she held a thick Italian beef sandwich, which was something of a misnomer. It was really more of a roll carved open and jammed with hot, wet brown Italian beef, with onions, green peppers, and a special blend of house seasonings to capture real Chicago flavor. Whatever that meant…
Meanwhile, Nazz looked less than elated in Gemma’s body. Despite Gemma’s face being so cute, with Nazz at the help, he was sporting a solid resting bitch face. He had his curly hair tucked away into a single giant ponytail, keeping most of it clear and out of his face, and was dressed like he wanted people to stare at him. His curvy body was wearing a red tank top and jean shorts, offering a generous view of his chest to all in front of him, and a bubbly swaying ass to all behind him. His slim hands were wrapped around a traditional Chicago-style hot dog with all the fixings. A pickle chunk as big as the dog itself, mustard, chopped onions, relish, so much shit that it was practically falling out of the poppy seed bun. Sure, it wasn’t a sandwich, despite being served by a sandwich shop, but… anybody who fussed over fickle technicalities like that wasn’t worth listening to.
After pulling out their lunches from their grease-stained wrappings, the two took one more look at each other before digging in.
Haruki(Nazz): “Bon appétit, babe.”
With a man-sized bite, Haruki(Nazz) sank her teeth into the Italian beef, causing the contents to ooze out from the bread and into the wrapper itself. Not discouraged and with no spill, Haruki(Nazz) triumphantly began chewing, struggling to keep her mouth closed as she realized the consequences of eating like such a pig. Still, she powered through it, letting out a satisfied ‘ah’ before grabbing a few fries and stuffing her face with them.
Haruki(Nazz): “Damn, it tastes even better with a virgin tongue!”
Nazz(Gemma): “Okay, now you’re really just rubbing it in, you know that?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Just eat your damn hot dog and smile. We can go half and half if you don’t mind indirect smoochin’.”
With a groan, Nazz(Gemma) did as her tablemate suggested, wrapping his lips around the phallic food before her and chomping down on it. He slowly pulled away, not wanting the thing to fall apart in his hands, yet once he had the bready first bite in his mouth, he understood why people lined up for this. The overwhelming bashing of flavors, all mingled together across the grease-soaked bread, gave birth to something special. And before he could clean his mouth of the first bite, he was going in for the second.
Haruki(Nazz): “See, I toldja they made them the best here! Sure, we could’ve gone to Big Al’s, but when you become a household name, shit starts getting homogenized and you roll the dice with every order.”
Nazz(Gemma): “Okay, you do have a point here, but is this really necessary?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Just ‘cos of your big score— my big score, because I’m Nazz for the day— doesn’t mean you know all there is about being a young person, let alone a Chicagoian.”
Nazz(Gemma): “Uh, I don’t live in Chicago though, so—”
Haruki(Nazz): “Motherfucker, the lore is that Nazz went to Loyola, works in Chicago, and grew up in Chicago. Yeah, you might know a lot about what it was like to live in Chicago in the 90s as a 30-something-year-old Russian woman who only went out to scrounge for a man. But that won’t help you worth a dick.”
Nazz(Gemma): “Natasha came from Ukraine.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Nobody knew what the fuck a Ukraine was in the 90s! Russian, Ukrainian, Soviet, all the same shit!”
Knowing this was a conversational dead-end, they both began focusing on their lunches, munching through them as they continued to be more pleased with every bite. Though, they both wound up making a bit of a mess as condiments and fixings seeped out of the bread.
Haruki(Nazz): “Yeah, it’s a damn art, and always has been, but for two suburbanites, we’re not doing too bad.”
Nazz(Gemma): “And what am I supposed to be learning from this? …Other than how to eat an overstuffed sandwich.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Oh, you ignorant little cracker! Look at me, look around you, look at all this culture!”
Nazz(Gemma) paused to do just that, staring at the cluttered mesh of people. There were men in their 60s yucking it up, parents treating their children to lunch over the weekend, people of all ethnicities gathered around. Some looked at the food with curiosity, others dug into it like it was the most normal thing in the world. TVs along the wall blared local news with the sound off and closed captions rolling in with a notable delay, while the walls were lined with photos, newspaper snippets, and assorted tchotchkes. Though it was not entirely obvious what it was… there was a history to this place, to its people. Rather than just being a liminal area for people to grab something greasy and filling to go on with their day, this was a place in and of itself. One where people had memories, and where they could make memories.
He was not a sentimental person, but as Nazz(Gemma) focused on the minor things, looked out the window at the stream of people walking down the street, he remembered something. June 12, 1993. He was at a restaurant not too dissimilar to this, meeting with his fifth date since arriving in this country. There, he met a man named Liang. He thought he only remembered Liang himself, the way he treated Nazz, or rather Natasha, with respect and intrigue, eager to explain his job to them.
Nazz thought he had blacked out everything else, and only remembered his late husband, but… no. The food, the setting, the ambient chatter, they all remained in his mind, and had remained sealed for… 22 years. While he had never been in this building, the sights, the sounds, the smells… it all reminded him of that day, of many of the dates they had together before becoming husband and wife.
He felt his eyes tearing up and tried to hide it in front of Haruki(Nazz), but she refused to let something like this pass her by.
Haruki(Nazz): “Wow. I know art makes some people cry, but considering what we’re dealing with here… that’s just a teensy bit extreme, don’tcha think?”
Nazz(Gemma): “Oh, shut up! It just reminds me of… it’s none of your business.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Alright. If you don’t wanna share, that’s fine. Just keep the wheels turning in your brain.”
Haruki(Nazz) then returned to her meal, while Nazz(Gemma) did the same, eyes darting as his mind drifted between 22-year-old memories and whatever he was supposed to learn here.
Despite the ruminations wracking his brain, Nazz(Gemma) made quick work of the hot dog, and while they still had fries and drinks left over, Haruki(Nazz) grabbed them and stood up, ready to leave this joint.
A burst of light shined into their faces as they returned to the city proper, and the two quickly became just another couple in a crowd of hundreds. Nazz(Gemma) groaned as he imagined what this looked like, a man and a woman walking with matching cups, sharing in some french fries as they walked. Yet, as he looked at his borrowed tits and looked at his true face, wearing smug shades and an even more smug smile, he just shrugged. Going anywhere with Haruki(Nazz) would make them look like a couple.
Nazz(Gemma): “You are one lucky son of a bitch, you know that?”
Haruki(Nazz): “‘Cos I’m a hot White guy going on a day-long date with a thicc hottie like you?”
Nazz(Gemma): “…Yes.”
Haruki(Nazz): “And are you jealous of the life I’m living?”
Nazz(Gemma): “Obviously!”
Haruki(Nazz): “Well, if you wanna do something like this next week, I’m all for it. Just take notes and try not to get upstaged by some chick who winds up being Nazz: The Better Version. Just remember to emphasize the young. A good man is timeless, but as a 22-year-old, you gotta know how to act your age too, ya dig?”
Nazz(Gemma): “…Yeah, I dig. My closest reference there was with Zoe. And Zoe—”
Haruki(Nazz): “Knows of the teenage ways, but does not live them. And even he can run circles around you. I mean, how many of the current top artists can you name? I’m guessing maybe three. How many shows are you watching? What movies do you like? Sports are sorta whatever nowadays, but you look like a dude who should at least have a dick in the door with that shit.”
Nazz(Gemma): “And you are the paragon of pop culture? Don’t you draw anime porn for a living?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Mostly anime, only sometimes porn, if you want, I’ll forward you my resume. In fact, lemme do that while we walk. …But, just ‘cos I’m a bit of a dork doesn’t mean I don’t keep up with things. I’ll have you know that during my only year at Oransen High, I was the most popular person in school! I’m a goldarn prodigy, bitch! So When I talk, you better open your ears, ‘cos I don’t have time to say shit twice.”
While she looked like she knew what she was talking about with her boasting… Haruki(Nazz) was also cramming fries into her face while talking, spitting out crumbs of potato as she walked. Her demeanor did not lend her credibility, yet Nazz(Gemma) also knew Haruki(Nazz) wasn’t a liar either, as preferable as that might have seemed at the moment. She was a child prodigy, and behaved very formally during their first meeting three years ago. Nazz(Gemma) felt himself ready to go on a rant about how modern geniuses have fallen from grace, lost their formality, and need to straighten up in order to succeed in the world… but he held his tongue. The last thing he wanted to do was sound like an old man.
While he underwent this internal conflict, Haruki(Nazz) locked her arm around him as they walked.
Haruki(Nazz): “Hey, don’t worry. I said I’ll help ya, didn’t I? And I know exactly where to spend our afternoon.”
Nazz(Gemma): “Around young people, doing young people things?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Yeah! I’ve got a friend who works around here, and we can crash there for the day!”
Nazz(Gemma): “…You do realize that ‘Haruki’ is not with us, right?”
Haruki(Nazz): “I’ve got this all in the bag! Don’t worry your pretty little head, babe!”
After walking a few more blocks, the duo arrived at their destination. Away from the billowing skyscrapers and of downtown Chicago and into a place where the buildings were more reasonable in size, and rent. Foot traffic was notably down, but it was a Saturday afternoon, so plenty of people were still hopping in and out of cars and walking down the streets.
While the lack of any direction should have been a red flag to Nazz(Gemma), he hoped that they would reach somewhere that corresponded to things young people were interested in. Instead, his heart nearly sank when Haruki(Nazz) opened the door to a street level storefront. Instead of being any sort of club or burgeoning spot thriving with youth culture… this was a fucking arcade!
Machines were lined next to each other in rows, blaring music, flashing eye-catching vibrant imagery, and featuring technology that spanned a good 25 years, if not more. There were people scattered about, yet just from a cursory glance, most of them were men aged 15 to 35. Looking down at himself, at his tan-colored tits, Nazz(Gemma) definitely felt like he didn’t belong here.
Nazz(Gemma): “…And this is supposed to get me in tune with being a young man?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Dude, what do you think White guys like? You were born in the 90s. The idea of you just not being into video games or other dork shit is gonna be a red flag.I’m here to pluck that shit and toss it in the trash!”
Nazz(Gemma): “What’s next, you’re going to sit me down and watch some garbage cartoons you convinced yourself are classics?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Wow, you sure you don’t wanna pack on a few more decades? Because you’re sounding like a certified old fuck. I’m not going to make you recite this stuff or make you a nerd, but I don’t want you to be socially stupid. And you are. We’ll do a tour de force of music, film, and actor history later, but to get started, we’re going to muck it up in my neck of the woods!”
As Haruki(Nazz) gave her spiel, she rammed a $20 bill into the arcade’s coin machine, which produced 80 quarters that dropped into a complementary plastic cup.
Nazz(Gemma): “…If I feel like leaving, I’m leaving.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Sure, whatever. Just lemme know how much you know about video games.”
Nazz(Gemma): “I never really bothered with the things. I never owned a console or a GameBoy or anything, though Liang insisted that I supported Zoe’s interest in the things. I never paid too much mind to it, as Zoe always gave me detailed lists of what he wanted. The most I did was ask a store clerk for a title or machine.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Could you try to not sound like you’re 52 when you say shit like that?”
Nazz(Gemma): “I asked the clerk what game or console he wanted?”
Haruki(Nazz): “You know what to do, but you simply choose not to… Okay, and Zoe never made you play Mario Kart or anything?”
Nazz(Gemma): “No, he never asked me.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Shit, so… where to begin…”
Haruki(Nazz) spent a moment looking over the many offerings available here. Her eyes initially looked over a section with old Namco games. Not originals, but cheaper re-releases that contained multiple games. They were simple and fun, but… they were like a decade older than she was. A Super Street Fighter II cabinet was staring her in the face, and that game was an introduction for a generation… but the complex controls of a fighter weren’t conducive to a first-time experience. The aisle of beat ’em ups would offer simple fun, but they were quarter munchers that did little to really excel the virtues of video game design. In addition to being ass-old examples of a dead genre. If they were going to burn cash on a quarter muncher, it should have more panache, it should be something like… THAT!
Arcade Machine: “Who shall live and who shall die?!“
Haruki(Nazz): “Oh hell yeah! Vinny’s got a Vampire Night machine?”
With glee emanating from her voice, Haruki(Nazz) grabbed her ‘girlfriend’ for the day and ran over to an arcade cabinet for the 2000 Sega X Namco joint Vampire Night. The cabinet was colored a striking black and red, with gaudy key art on the sides and front and gaudier faux gothic accouterments. Two baby blue light guns stood before them and as the machine started cycling through its attract mode yet again, Haruki(Nazz) poured in a couple of quarters and grabbed both light guns, handing one to Nazz(Gemma).
Nazz(Gemma): “Why are these fake guns blue?”
Haruki(Nazz): “So people don’t use ’em to rob convenience stores! Now look, this is a light gun game, so it’s super simple. You point the gun at the screen and pull the trigger to shoot. A cursor’s on the screen, so you should have no problem aiming. If it looks nasty, shoot it, if it looks like some treasure, shoot it, if you run out of bullets, aim the gun away from the screen and pull the trigger, then bam! You’re reloaded and ready to fire again! And no matter what you do, no shooting the friendlies!”
Nazz(Gemma): “…This game looks at least 10-years-old. How is this going to—”
Haruki(Nazz): “Nazz had a childhood, right? Well, maybe he hit up an arcade with a friend, or had a PS2 with a light gun, or some shit. You think people in their 20s don’t like shit from 10 years ago? You’re dead wrong! Now shut the fuck up and appreciate this fine art!”
With a fire of the light gun, the arcade campaign began, and the two were greeted to an introduction cutscene filled with stilted dialogue that had a habit of ingraining itself into the deepest recesses of one’s unconsciousness. The setting was the outskirts of a snow swept European castle, where two men in dark coats spoke to each other about some sort of mission. They reach the bodies of their supposed comrades and before they can investigate, they are jumped by a humanoid monster, presumably a vampire, that lunges at them. Haruki(Nazz) got the first kill, and the high octane electronic rock music started blaring.
Haruki(Nazz): “Stay frosty and shoot to kill, Gemma! We’re on our own from here on out!”
Things started calm, with baddies appearing slowly and taking a while before ramping up, with baddies that required multiple hits and innocent women to save. The corny chatter from the characters kept things light and silly, approachable for children of all ages even with the splatter of blood, but this was only just the beginning of a night through a playable B-movie.
Arcade Machine: “I will die… and so will you.“
On the blurry CRT screen before them, Haruki(Nazz) and Nazz(Gemma) watched as Auguste the King of Darkness died his dramatic death. But rather than watch and listen to the final cutscene, Haruki(Nazz) had some burning questions, namely…
Haruki(Nazz): “Where the hell did you become such a sharpshooter? I heard about some people just having a knack for shooters, but did you get military training in the old USSR or some crap? Because you handled that gun way better than me! And I used to play this with Shiaka back in the day…”
Nazz(Gemma): “Heh. Like you said, it’s a simple game. All about reflexes and, even in a body like this, I guess my reflexes are second to none. I’d say it was surprising, but after seeing what I could do with a knife, that’d be a lie.”
The final cutscene then finished and the machine prompted both players to enter their initials. Haruki(Nazz) entered just ‘H K’ while Nazz(Gemma) entered ‘NAZ’. When the results screen appeared, it was clear that while Haruki(Nazz) did an admirable job, Nazz(Gemma) swept the floor with her, with nearly twice the score and only losing half as many lives.
Haruki(Nazz): “Well, natural born gamer, I guess we can try something more technical, but I’ll make sure it’s something I never played either. Well, at least not this version.”
Grabbing her partner, Haruki(Nazz) moseyed over to another highlight she caught earlier. It was crowded 40 minutes ago, but now, it was open to anyone who wandered up to it. Instead of being a single large garish box, it was more akin to a desk with two chairs, two flat screens, and two panels that featured two angry Japanese men along with the game’s namesake. Tekken 7. The attract mode dazzled next to the antiquated machines to both sides of it. For it offered crisp, modern high-definition visuals rendered with the power of Unreal Engine 4!
Haruki(Nazz): “I never got close to the pros in Tekken Tag 2, but I whooped some ass online, and I’ve got 17 years of Tekken in my veins! ‘Course, I mostly played Tekken Force and Tekken Ball back on PSP, but it’s the principle, damn it!”
Nazz(Gemma): “…Are you going to tell me how to play this game, or what?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Use buttons to do attacks, mix up attacks and directions to do special moves, up to jump, down to crouch, and back to block.”
Nazz(Gemma): “…Back.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Away from your opponent.”
As the two sat down, they were greeted with a character select roster featuring 20 fighters to choose from.
Nazz(Gemma): “Any advice on who to pick?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Nah, we’re just gonna burn quarters and you’re gonna learn like every little brother ever.”
Nazz(Gemma): “I’m the older brother.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Did I stutter? Now go pick someone. Jin or Kazuya are the series icons for a reason if you want someone pretty basic, but you’re gonna have to go up against da waifu!”
After some finagling around the character select screen, Nazz(Gemma) selected ‘the macho guy in a hoodie’ while Haruki(Nazz) chose a pink-haired girl dressed in purple. As the game excitedly announced ‘get ready for the next battle’ both characters found themselves in an ancient temple, each giving some spiel in Japanese before the battle began.
With no idea of what to do, Nazz(Gemma) started the tried and true approach of just mashing buttons, jumping, crouching, and getting a handle on the controls. Haruki(Nazz) patiently did the same, but with a far better idea of what she was doing.
Haruki(Nazz): “Yeah, it’s definitely got a different feel, a bit more sluggish, but Tekken is Tekken. Come at me when you’re feeling bold!”
With half the time on the first round already gone, Nazz(Gemma) rushed forward with Jin, eager to launch a heavy attack, only for Haruki(Nazz) to immediately launch a counter. A huge chunk of Nazz(Gemma)’s health bar was cleaved off with a single strike. Though he tried to recover, Haruki(Nazz) had gone on the offensive, juggling Nazz(Gemma) in the air, unable to escape, before finishing them off with a super. The pink girl’s demure form shifted to grow glowing wings from her back, her arms became chainsaws, and she decimated the hoodie guy with only ten seconds left on the clock.
Nazz(Gemma): “Chainsaws? Really?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Dude, that’s nothing. If Roger was in this game, I’d really whip your ass with a damn kangaroo!”
Nazz(Gemma): “Okay, it… it’s first to three, so can I have one round just to practice on you?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Sure, my gamer pride can take it. Just… try to give me something I can’t block.”
That was easier said than done, as Nazz(Gemma) struggled to land any hits, whiffing strike after strike while Haruki(Nazz) seemed to read his mind, playing purely defensively, not striking a single blow. The clock ate away as Nazz(Gemma) experimented, before he abruptly pulled off a successful grapple. Emboldened, Nazz(Gemma) rushed forward, mixing up his inputs as he tried to enter combos and, through luck and determination, he managed to pull a few off. He was not able to whittle down all of Haruki(Nazz)’s health bar before the 60 seconds ended, but he still walked away with a win by having more health in the end.
In the third round, Haruki(Nazz) went on the offensive again, and was not holding back. She quickly circumvented and countered whatever Nazz(Gemma) could throw at her, relying on familiar conventions from prior games and old strategies, rather than building on anything new. After just 13 seconds, the round was over, and Haruki(Nazz) walked away with a near perfect win. All because Nazz(Gemma) managed to sneak in a low kick.
Haruki(Nazz): “You’re getting better. Next round is yours, but take note!”
Fourth round saw Haruki(Nazz) bark advice and order to her partner sitting by her side. General fighting game conventions and ideas, along with a few common inputs to perform combos. She still guarded and blocked most of them, but Nazz(Gemma) managed to actually KO her, with two seconds left on the clock this time. He laughed at this boon in progress. With the start of the fifth round, the heat was on, and Haruki(Nazz) was aggressive as a bull. She smacked Nazz(Gemma) through the stage, flaunted taunts and were followed by counters, and ended the round with a flashy finisher. Though, she only had 80% of her health bar left, so it wasn’t an absolute domination, just mostly one.
Haruki(Nazz): “I’d gloat, but there’s no sense in gloating over someone who’s never played a fighting game in their life!”
Nazz(Gemma): “Let’s do another round!”
Haruki(Nazz): “Oh my! It appears I’ve ignited a spark in you!”
Nazz(Gemma): “It’s a competition, a skill that doesn’t just rely on my reflexes alone. If this helps me in the long run, then fuck it, I can burn a day on this and… whatever else you think I should check out here.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Hell yeah! We’re gonna make a White dude outta you yet!”
Nazz(Gemma): “Uh, maybe don’t say that in public.”
Haruki(Nazz) looked around to see if anybody was staring at her for saying that, but they were all too engrossed in their games to really notice. Still, Nazz(Gemma) did have a point.
Haruki(Nazz): “Alright, lady. Let me get hands on for another few rounds and then maybe we can hit up that DDR machine… if that Korean chick ever gets off it.”
The two looked over to the giant DDR machine in the corner, looking a decade old, but still working just fine based on the combo the current player had going as she danced her ass off.
Nazz(Gemma): “…Is that even a video game?”
Haruki(Nazz): “It was the arcade game that kept arcades alive in the 2000’s. Now places like this are a dying breed. Vinny can only keep it going ‘cos he runs a retro game store next door.”
Nazz(Gemma): “Who the hell is this Vinny guy?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Vinny D.’s just some guy, don’t worry about it. Worry about your technique as we get ready for the next battle!”
Part 4: Diamond Shot Glass
Date: Saturday, June 20, 2015
Time: 19:24
Location: Downtown Chicago
After a day of swimming and sunshine, with the sun hanging low yet clinging to the sky, the menagerie of Dia, Pas, and Terra(Raiyne) walked down the streets. Many people had retired to their homes for the day, but never underestimate the night life of any major city, as there are always people shifting about, heading to the latest attractions. Or people just looking for a way to unwind after work. It was getting dark, but it was still bright enough to prevent any freaks from slithering out of their holes, and you could still see families merrily going about as they headed to and from dinner.
Dia’s skin had received a notable tan over the few hours, bringing his complexion in line with what he usually wore, but along with it, he wore fatigue. The fact that his hair was still slightly wet made it clear he finally got into the water later on in the day. He might look like he was in his twenties or thirties, yet he sure felt like he was in his forties as he walked. On that note, even after changing into a pair of flats, he still carried himself with a certain uneasiness. He had learned he had to saunter his hips with every step to keep himself straight… but doing that was another story.
In addition to the plain black flats, Dia was dressed in a light pink buttoned shirt, paired with a denim skirt that stopped just above his knees, and a gray sweatshirt tied around his waist. The colors and simplicity of the outfit only added to his younger look, especially with the sweatshirt adding volume to his already sizable hips. Yet rather than accept this or lean into it, Dia still tried to look as professional as possible, going so far as to fill every buttonhole on his shirt. It did not look good, was constricting around his chest, and turned his bra into a sweat-soaked sling, but he refused to listen to reason.
Terra(Raiyne)’s outfit was clearly chosen after a night of dress up with Raiyne’s limited wardrobe. It consisted of a white sleeveless sweater, cobalt pleated skirt with a waving white pattern running through it, and a light ocean blue summer blazer. She looked like she just got off work at a company with a modern dress code, and was an eye-catching figure as she walked down the street, her already impressive height amplified with a pair of block-heel sandals.
While Pas was unfortunately left with whatever scraps that constituted male fashion. Which is to say she was rocking a standard light blue dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, paired with a navy vest and khakis. It was blasé, but that’s because VD 2.0 turned her closet into a veritable ocean of blasé!
Dia: “We spent the entire day at the beach, do we really need to go out at night? If we go home, I can play homemaker and make you dinner— like a real wife.”
Pas: “You said no to dressing up like a 1950s housewife, so no.”
Dia: “That’s because I know I would wind up setting my hair on fire trying to get that look.”
Pas: “I would have helped you, you know.”
Dia: “Another reason why I said no. …Would you be so kind as to let us know where we’re dining for the evening? Or are you just browsing?”
Terra(Raiyne): “I’d like to know too. We’ve been walking for about five minutes now and—”
Pas: “It’s just a little jazz club slash restaurant that one of my students talked about. They enjoyed it, we’re in Chicago, so I figured we may as well give it a visit.”
Dia: “Of all the restaurants we could have gone to, why a jazz club? I didn’t know you were a fan of jazz.”
Pas: “Oh, I’m not. It just sounded like a fun place to go to. I’ve never been to a restaurant with a live performance and from the photos they had online, it seemed like a cozy little place.”
Dia: “…We could have just gone to some place in Evanston, we didn’t need to head to Chicago just for dinner.”
Pas: “I know, but I got you out, so I wanted to take you into the city. We went to the trouble of moving out to a major city, but you never want to visit it!”
Dia: “No, we went to the trouble of moving to Oransen. The proximity to Chicago was just a plus. That way, if we needed something, we could get something, and Haruki would have a collection of good schools… Back when we thought she’d go to college.”
By the time Dia finished ramping up his rant, the trio reached their destination. A restaurant with curtain-covered windows and doors that featured an elaborated and stylized mural across its brickwork exterior. It looked a bit ominous, but promising nevertheless.
Dia: “Um, would we even be able to get seats? Places like this are probably busy during Saturday nights and—”
Pas: “Oh, I called and reserved a table this morning, Dear.”
Dia: “…Of course you did.”
With a smile on her face, Pas opened up the thick wooden door to this establishment and was quickly greeted with a decadently decorated establishment. One with an exposed ceiling, colored lights that bathed everything in indigos and purples, and tastefully decorated walls adorned with photos of famous musicians and framed memorabilia. In the center back of the restaurant stood a sizable stage, complete with a drum set and piano, and while there were no performers at the moment, there was a classy melancholic recording playing over the ceiling-mounted speakers. Looking across the sea of identical tables each clad with a white tablecloth, the place was moderately filled, with roughly two-thirds of all tables taken, but the restaurant was surprisingly quiet. Clearly, the people who own this place invested in good acoustics.
After gawking at this sight for a few seconds, they were quickly greeted by a waiter. A young Black man with short hair, a well-kempt beard, and a gruff voice. He smiled as he looked at them before drifting his eyes back to the clipboard in hand.
Waiter: “Good evening. Do you have a reservation? …If you don’t, we do have seats available so—”
Pas: “Yeah, we have a reservation, under Pascal Kurokawa.”
Waiter: “Let’s see, Kurokawa… I see you have a party of four reserved.”
Pas: “Somebody said they might come, but they didn’t, so it will just be the three of us and we just need one table.”
Waiter: “Got it. Lemme just find a good spot for you guys… But first, let me check your ID, Miss.”
The waiter was staring directly at Dia as he said that, and all he could do was groan in response. He instinctively reached for his pockets, only to remember he was wearing a skirt. He looked around his arms for a purse, but found nothing, and when he went to ask Pas for help, Terra(Raiyne) had already pulled out Dia’s driver’s license.
Terra(Raiyne): “You, uh, asked me to carry it for you.”
Right. Dia just remembered that he gave it to Terra(Raiyne) after they left the beach. He smacked his forehead for being so scatterbrained.
Dia: “Right…”
The waiter then did a double take of Dia as he examined the ID, followed by a triple take, and then a quadruple take. He even held the ID next to a nearby light to verify that it was legitimate, and as far as he could tell, it was a 100% authentic State of Illinois driver’s license… because it was.
Waiter: “Damn, you’re a bona fide MILF.”
Pas immediately broke out into laughter at that comment, Terra(Raiyne) couldn’t help but snicker, while Dia stared at him with abject disapproval.
Waiter: “S-Sorry! You just look a… good 25 years younger than your ID says you are. I— I meant it as a compliment.”
Dia: “…How often do you think I get ‘compliments’ like that?”
Waiter: “Uh… probably a lot.”
Dia: “Yet you’re still making a huge deal out of it.”
Waiter: “I… I’ll get you the best seat available.”
The incredibly flustered waiter then seated the three at one of the few booth seats in the establishment. The elevated height of the booth gave them a great view of the stage, tall enough to look past the heads of people in the crowd and far away enough to give them a sense of privacy. The three promptly nestled into their seats, with Dia sitting next to Terra(Raiyne) over his ‘husband.’ Practically shaking with embarrassment, the waiter handed the three menus before scampering off.
Pas: “Order whatever you like, Dear. Just remember you can’t put as much away as you normally could.”
Dia: “I am painfully aware of that fact. I’m just getting something light and some wine.”
Terra(Raiyne): “I figured you’d go for something alcoholic…”
Dia: “It’s been a long day, and I’m still tired from all that swimming you made me do…”
Pas: “Oh, don’t exaggerate. I got you into the water, you chose to stay. And don’t think I didn’t see that smile on your face. It’s okay to enjoy things as Dia.”
Forlorn and lacking the energy to argue, Dia just let this pass him by and the three made their orders. Dia decided to play it safe with just a diced veggie risotto, Terra(Raiyne), emboldened by her adult body, got a bit feisty by ordering both an ‘eggplant stack’ and some red lentil pasta. While Pas settled on both a ‘pub burger’ and Chicago-style calamari as an appetizer. Because when people think of a city near a freshwater lake… they think of squid!
By the time their food arrived, the live entertainment of the night had taken to the stage. They regaled the audience with covers of classic jazz from decades past, filling the establishment with a rich ambiance as the three ate their meal and made idle conversation. They enjoyed their meal, enjoyed the entertainment, and as the night entered its prime, Dia began to ease up. His guard lowered and rather than shutting down conversations started by Pas, he leaned into them more. At first, this seemed like Dia was finally enjoying himself, accepting who he is at this moment in time. Yet after they polished off their glass of wine, it became incredibly obvious to both Pas and Terra(Raiyne) what was actually happening.
Dia looked at the two with a wide smile on his face, playing with his hair as he coyly waved the wineglass in his hand. There wasn’t that much alcohol in just a glass of wine, but when someone is as small as Dia, that’s all they need to get drunk.
Terra(Raiyne): “H-Hey, Dia, maybe you should ask for a glass of water.”
Dia: “Ooooh? Well, what would I do with that? I think I’m plenty hydrated.”
Pas: “Heh. I think I like this Dia more.”
Dia: “I’m the same person I always was, Pas… I’m just feeling extra cozy now.”
As the musicians continued to play their smooth jazz in the background, Dia’s eyes drifted down to his body. He looked at it not with the contempt he showed before, but with… longing. He unbuttoned his pink shirt, letting his breasts breathe, and with the tension around them lessened, he placed both hands on them, rubbing them gently.
Dia: “Huh. You know, these things really aren’t so bad. They’re big, heavy, but there’s a reason they call ’em funbags.”
Terra(Raiyne), trapped next to Dia and a wall, looked at Pas with concern, only to see her lustfully gazing at Dia. She was stuck between a wall and a horndog, and rather than try to fight this… she sighed and grabbed Pas’s remaining calamari rings.
Pas: “You finally see how much fun your body can be. Took you long enough…”
Dia: “I just needed to take some time with this body. Get all situated. Relax. And now that I’m just that… it’s like I’m finally seeing it for the first time.”
Pas: “And what do you see? Because I see one drop dead gorgeous woman.”
Dia: “Oh Pas. I’d call you a dirty liar… but you’re not even wrong. I know I look hot and… I feel hot.”
Dia then undid one more button, showing off so much boob that you could see his bra, and threw his hoodie off his waist, flinging it against Terra(Raiyne). Not wanting to be dragged into this, she just placed the hoodie on her lap and went back to picking off scraps.
Pas: “Oh, really? Then maybe we should head somewhere else.”
Terra(Raiyne) tried to blend in with the wall as best she could while subjected to this aggressive flirting, but she nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw Dia stick his hand down his skirt.
Dia: “I dunno… it’s awfully warm here and I can feel the music vibrating through me.”
Pas: “Oh my. Now where did you develop this adventurous side?”
Dia: “I dunno. But now that I’ve finally gotten all loose and comfortable… and I’m ready to try again.”
Pas: “Dia, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Dia: “I can see there’s a back door out of this place, and while I might be small… and I might not be in the same mood by the time we get home, so…”
Pas stood up from the booth so fast and so straight her dick bumped against the table. She winced for half a second, before walking out, yoinking Dia’s hand out of his skirt, and dragging him to the back, past the bathrooms and through the alley door. The door shut with a thud that went ignored by the patrons and the band on stage.
Now alone, Terra(Raiyne) breathed a sigh of relief, slinking away from the wall and looking at the mostly empty table before her. She spied a few sips of Pas’s beer still lingering in the glass and looked at it curiously, bringing her nose to it… before shaking her head no.
Terra(Raiyne): “I might’ve had some drinks in Mom’s body… but that stuff just smells like pee with this nose.”
After putting down the glass, the waiter who seated them walked past the booth, before turning around and doing a double take.
Waiter: “Uh, where’d the other two go?”
Terra(Raiyne): “Oh, they… they just stepped out for a few minutes. I’m sure they’ll be back.”
Waiter: “…Okay. Can I get you anything for dessert in the meantime?”
Terra(Raiyne): “S-Sure. I could definitely use a little pick me up right now…”
As Terra(Raiyne) prepared to treat herself, the Kurokawas were already treating themselves. The back alley was about what you would expect for the city. Cigarette butts and other stray bits of crud were smashed and strewn across the dirty pavement. There was a dumpster full of days old food stuff that was sitting in the summer heat. Despite being darkened by the setting sun, there were lights shining down on them. And on both sides, there were people walking by, not many, but enough to make things uncomfortable.
By all accounts, this was a terrible place to have sex, or perform any recreational activity. Yet, when Dia and Pas looked into their eyes, when Pas wrapped her arms around her lover, it didn’t matter where they were. All that mattered was that they were together, drunk, and horny as all fuck!
Wedged between a dumpster and a utility pole, Pas used whatever strength her body had to hoist Dia up and against the wall. Dia unzipped his skirt, Pas unzipped her pants, and even with their clothes inhibiting things, Pas managed to stick it in.
Dia: “You… know how to use that thing, right?”
Pas: “Of course I do! And I know how to use these!”
With Dia pressed up against a brick wall, Pas tore open his shirt and pulled down his bra. Dia gasped as his breasts were left free to flap in the summer wind, only for Pas to claim one for himself. Dia moaned like a kitten as he was touched, and wrapped his arms against Pas, struggling to touch his fingers behind her back.
Dia: “Make me feel how I look.”
Pas: “Like one sexy little slut?”
Dia: “Yes! I’m sorry I was so scared, but—”
Pas took her free hand and placed it on Dia’s head. As she patted him, it seemed like her blue eyes were sparkling.
Pas: “But you’re not scared anymore. You found your strength, and all it took was a little push in the right direction… but you could always use another shove to keep you going!”
As Pas said ‘shove,’ she began thrusting forward, pushing Dia’s plump ass into the brick wall behind him as she filled his tight little cunt with all the cock she had at her disposal. With every thrust, Dia’s moans grew louder, going from suppressed mousey cries to screams so loud that Pas had to gag him, taking off her shirt and shoving a sleeve into his mouth. Not that Dia seemed to mind. In fact, he seemed to like it.
Pas: “How does it feel, knowing that any second somebody could walk in on us, see us like this, fucking in an alley like a pair of fucking teenagers? How does it make you feel? Do you feel young again? Are you scared? Or are you excited? Because I’ll tell you, I know that I should just cum and run, but just looking at you, watching you squirm in my arms, it makes me never want this to end.”
Dia muffled a response that was barely intelligible to even himself. Pas just laughed and kept talking, her breathing staggering her speech.
Pas: “You never were… adventurous like this. We… really couldn’t be. We had the kids to worry about. Now… now we can be whoever… and whatever we want. And I think… we need to make up for lost time. Life is short… and unless you let yourself do stupid crap like this… it’s gonna pass you by. Don’t… don’t you agree, my beautiful Diamond?”
With his mouth gagged, Dia could only nod his head frantically, agreeing with his lover while taking one hand off her back to fondle his own breast, caressing it, before presenting it to Pas. She snickered at the gesture, unsure how to best position herself… but she found a way and rammed that tit into her mouth, assaulting it with her tongue and teeth. Dia’s body shivered as this happened. In the 26 years they had known each other, he had never felt this way around Pas before, seeing her with such lust and desire in her eyes. And never had he felt so adored, so pampered, than he did at this exact moment.
It was then that he spit out the shirt that he was gagged with and brought his face to Pas’s ear, whispering words that, while simple and blasé, were the only ones that could still surge through his mind.
Dia: “I love you.”
From there, it was only a matter of seconds before they arrived at the climax. Dia felt the entirety of his body throb in a single moment, and Pas felt her mind shoot above the drunken haze of pleasure, catching the light of something glorious.
This high left them just as soon as it arrived, and the two quickly fell down, slumping as they were left panting, exhausted, but deeply content. They looked at each other, sweaty and half-dressed, with their genitals and chest on full display… and laughed.
The band shifted from straight jazz into jazz-funk as the clock struck 20:30. The entire club was grooving with it, welcoming this upbeat turn as they ordered refills of their drinks and called for extra snacks. Terra(Raiyne), with a booth all to herself, had taken off her blazer and was making herself extra comfy as she bobbed her head to the music and enjoyed a slice of flourless chocolate cake. She looked like a woman with a stressful job unwinding on a Saturday night, letting it all hang loose as she cheated on her diet with something rich and sweet.
Terra(Raiyne): “This is the life. Good food, good music, and just an air of freedom. It sure beats staying cooped up with a book, that’s for sure. If this is what I have to look forward to, as I season into an heiress of a vast familial fortune, then… I think I’ll be happy with a life like that.”
With a sip of her cola, she stretched her arms behind her head, looking like she was ready to take a nap, only to be met with the sight of Dia and Pas, strutting out of the bathrooms. They shared the same doofy expression on their faces, their clothes looked disheveled and sweaty, and from the smell that hung off them… it was clear they got up to some dirty deeds.
The two sat across from Terra(Raiyne), with Dia leaning his head on Pas’s shoulder and grasping her arm. Terra(Raiyne) meekly continued eating her cake, slowly bringing tiny pieces into her mouth before Pas to let out a firm chuckle.
Pas: “You don’t need to act so coy, Raiyne. You know what we did, and we certainly know what we got up to.”
Terra(Raiyne): “It… You’re a married couple, what you do in your sex life is none of my business. I’m just glad that Dia is… happier.”
Dia: “Trust me, I’m floating. Though, I think I could go for another glass. Now where’s that damn waiter?”
Terra(Raiyne): “Uh, I think I saw Gregg passing by a few minutes ago, but are you sure that’s a good idea? You’re both…”
Pas: “We’re out, we already paid for the seats, so we may as well enjoy some drinks. How long has it been since we went out like this? Just the two of us?”
Dia: “Why are you asking me when I’m drunk? …Maybe 10 years or something… We looked soooo different back then.”
Pas: “We sure did…”
Pas and Dia then shared a prolonged kiss, wrapping their arms around each other while Terra(Raiyne) awkwardly ate her cake in peace, at least until Gregg, the waiter, passed by. Dia caught a glimpse of him and immediately waved his hand. Gregg flinched before scampering over to the booth.
Gregg: “Is… is there anything else you need?”
Dia: “Could you bring us some more drinks? You took our glasses when we were away and we weren’t done yet!”
Gregg: “M-My apologies, Miss. W-What drinks can I get you?”
Pas: “Just a beer for me and some wine for my little lady here.”
Dia laughed as Pas called him a ‘little lady.’
Gregg: “S-Sure, whatever you want. And anything for you, Miss?”
Terra(Raiyne) had already finished off her cake, and while she knew she was already pushing it with that… she just looked at the two lovebirds before her and realized she needed something to help her cope
Terra(Raiyne): “I think I saw sweet potato fries on the menu, so I’ll have some of those, thank you.”
Gregg: “N-No problem, I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Still frazzled by their awkward introduction, Gregg jittered between tables as he made his way to the kitchen.
Pas: “D’aw, you’re staying sober for us. Good thing. I almost forgot we’d need a DD to get out of here.”
Terra(Raiyne): “Uh… DD?”
Pas: “Yeah. You’re driving us, right?”
Immediately, Terra(Raiyne) regretted her decision to go on this day-long escapade. She was 11. She didn’t know how to drive! Letting her behind the wheel would probably be worse than letting someone drunk behind it! She had two choices. Either come clean here and now. Or keep rolling with the lie and see what happens. Out of fear, she chose the latter.
Terra(Raiyne): “Of course. There’s no way I’m letting either of you behind the wheel.”
Dia: “Thanks Raiyne! You’re such a good friend!”
Terra(Raiyne): “Y-Yeah, well… you know me.”
With an awkward laugh, Terra(Raiyne) sipped her water. She wanted to try her hand at living an exciting adult life and… she sure was living it.
Part 5: Symphonic Master Sex
Date: Saturday, June 20, 2015
Time: 08:55
Location: The Chicago Theatre
After getting ‘almost decent’ at Tekken 7 and faring surprisingly well with other arcade titles, Nazz(Gemma) was feeling good about himself. He displayed an aptitude and growth that he never came close to in his prior life. While this was still ‘nerd shit’ he felt like he at least had a foot in the door if he ever had to chat about or play video games for some reason. He was ready to do something else come the evening. Hit up a bar, a club, a sports game, some shit with real people, young people, to help immerse him into the narrative of being Nazz.
He let Haruki(Nazz) decide what to do, because he didn’t have any damn clue what young people really did nowadays… and somehow he wound up here. Sitting in the mezzanine of The Chicago Theatre, attending a symphonic concert, surrounded by twenty-somethings as far as his eyes could see. …Well, there were a few families, but it was mostly teens and young adults.
That didn’t seem right for a symphony, but all it took was one look at the projector to see why this show attracted such an audience. Because it was showing footage from a damn Nintendo DS game.
Yes, it was the Chicago showing of the Pokémon: Symphonic Evolutions world tour. An orchestra show that featured music from the Pokémon games. A showcase that really showed how skilled the composers behind the series was, performing their music in such a historical and regal hall, by people trained in the classical era of music. For most in attendance though, it was merely a glorious hint of nostalgia for a collection of games that defined their childhood, and that still stuck with them to this day. To Nazz(Gemma)… it was just a good symphony showing with a bad crowd and a confusing visual element.
Nazz(Gemma): “If these games are so good, why do all of them look worse than what we saw in the arcade.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Because they were made for weaker machines. Now be quiet. We’re almost at intermission.”
As Nazz(Gemma) made this comment between songs, the orchestra began playing The Lake Guardians. With a huff, Nazz(Gemma) tried shutting his eyes and enjoying the music. It sounded more intense than what one would typically expect from an orchestra, definitely not something one could doze off to. It sounded like a fittingly climatic song, a battle between two forces with opposing ideas. However, when he opened them up again… he just saw some sleeping yellow fairy creature floating on a circle of rock that itself was floating through a blue void, while the back of a penguin’s head did the same.
Nazz(Gemma): “This shit sold how many millions of copies, and it looks like that? None of this makes any sense.”
As Nazz(Gemma) whispered to himself, he was given a quick shush from the woman next to him. Juniper, the twenty-something Hispanic woman who Haruki(Nazz) bought the tickets off of. He shrugged in response, folding his arms behind his head and pushing his boobs out. She looked at him cattily, possibly jealous of Nazz(Gemma)’s more pronounced curves and thinner waistline.
About a minute later, the show reached intermission. The theatre erupted with applause from the hundreds in attendance and the lights slowly turned back on. While Nazz(Gemma) knew it was best to wait a few seconds before standing up, he was among the first to rise from their seats, and they were quick to drag Haruki(Nazz) behind them.
Haruki(Nazz): “What, you gotta piss or something?”
Nazz(Gemma): “No, but I’m pissed at you for dragging me here. We had an entire city and you took me to a damn nerd show for shitty games for children.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Hey now, the Pokémon series is not shit. The titles feature a level of mechanical depth and complexity that is rivaled by—”
Nazz(Gemma): “They’re games marketed to grade schoolers and look like ass! Frankly, the fact there are so many people here your age is embarrassing.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Just ‘cos you got a cunt again doesn’t mean you need to act like one…”
At this point in their conversation, they were rubbing shoulders with a crowd of people as they clamored to the lobby, eager to stretch their legs, use the restrooms, smoke, or vape.
Nazz(Gemma): “I’m just saying that you shouldn’t be blinded by nostalgia and should be able to accept that a lot of these games you loved were crap, looking back on it.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Considering your real age, you’re pretty stupid Nazz. This concert is not about how good the games were or looked. It’s about the music, the memories, the connections people form with media. I know that Pokémon was always my go-to game during long car rides as a kid. I was a ‘gifted’ twerp, but I learned a bunch of words from those games. And just when I was aging out of it, bam, it became something I could play with Shi-Shi.”
Nazz(Gemma): “Then why didn’t you bring Shiaka here with you?”
Haruki(Nazz): “‘Cos Verde wouldn’t nab us tickets at the last minute. We really lucked out with Juniper, and she didn’t even mark them up that much!”
After some walking, the two finally found a corner that was largely empty. Nazz(Gemma) took this opportunity to breathe and stretch, looking down at his current female form with some fatigue.
Nazz(Gemma): “It’s nice to see what it’s like to be a hot woman, but they weren’t kidding when they talked about how much of a pain in the literal neck boobs this size are.”
As Nazz(Gemma) adjusted his top, he looked over to see Haruki(Nazz) pulling out a regular sized New Nintendo 3DS from her man-sized jean pockets.
Nazz(Gemma): “Why did you have Urabe bring us that thing?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Because this place, right now, is the best place in the country for StreetPass, and I know PSS is bound to be popping off.”
Nazz(Gemma): “I’m just going to pretend that I’m a hot bitch and ignore whatever nerd shit you’re using my tongue to say.”
Haruki(Nazz): “Eh, that is the kind of vibe we give off. I’m the boyfriend whose looks haven’t fallen off yet, taking my sexy girlfriend to someplace where I can hyperfixate. Now I just need to start talking about how it’s weird that Pokémon Z wasn’t announced so far this year. If they didn’t announce it at E3, when could they announce the enhanced third version?”
Nazz(Gemma): “Is that the sort of man you want me to become?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Nah, I want you to be yourself, and just want to give you the tools to do that. If you decide you hate this shit after getting exposed to it, that’s cool. You just need to give it a try! …Speaking of which, we’ve still got 15 minutes before intermission is over. You wanna go for a quickie?”
Nazz(Gemma): “Are you asking me if I want to fuck in a concert hall, while hundreds of people are milling around? …And get fucked by myself at that?”
Haruki(Nazz): “Yeah! You wasted your first youth by being a professional desk jerker for the Soviet machine, so are you seriously going to waste your second like this?”
Haruki(Nazz) drew close to Nazz(Gemma), planting her hands against one of the ornate walls of The Chicago Theatre. The 15 centimeter height difference between them was obvious all day, but not once did Nazz(Gemma) feel this short around Haruki(Nazz).
Haruki(Nazz): “Most people only live once, and live for the moment to die with no regrets. You are a special case though. You got to flip your sex and rollback 30 years. So when the opportunity to do something young and stupid, you probably should just say fuck it and do it!”
Nazz(Gemma): “…Fine. But how are we going to fuck?”
With a flick of the wrist, Haruki(Nazz) pulled out a small bottle of hand sanitizer from her pocket and squeezed a dime sized dollop into her palm.
Haruki(Nazz): “Normally, the guy asks for a blowie or handy, but why should I have all the fun? Lather up and unbutton your shorts.”
Rolling his eyes, Nazz(Gemma) accepted a squeeze of the hand sanitizer and loosened his pants. They could easily hear people chatter in the background, but were hidden away in an obscure corner, right next to a locked closet. They were playing with fire by being this adventurous… but wasn’t this what being young was about?
Haruki(Nazz) popped open her fly and let her 8 inches fly out, already rock hard. Nazz(Gemma) worked that thing three times before going to bed his first night with it, so he was already intimately familiar with it. The only difference was that he would be doing it with a different hand. A smaller, more slender hand. With a sigh, he grabbed onto it, feeling the now familiar veins and texture of the shaft, while only feeling it on one end. It made him want to get back into his body so much… but then Haruki(Nazz) stuck her fingers inside him. They were stronger and thicker than he remembered, and Haruki(Nazz) wasted no time digging in, plundering and exploring it with two fat fingers… only to launch into rapid fire thrusting.
Nazz(Gemma): “Fuck! You’re so aggressive!”
Haruki(Nazz): “I know what that body likes. And I think you know what this body likes. So kick it up a notch.”
Nazz(Gemma) tightened his grip on the dick in his right hand. He was frustrated by how much more force he had to exert to get a grip so tight, and channeled that frustration into his technique. He saw the rapid pace of Haruki(Nazz) and matched it, turning his borrowed hand into a blur as he stroked what should be between his legs. His technique carried with it a bitterness, but to Haruki(Nazz), none of that came through. She was too busy gorging herself on the sensation of getting a handjob.
Haruki(Nazz): “I love it when guys give me handjobs. They really know their way around a dick! And I like to think the opposite is true, don’t you, Nazz?”
He did not want to answer, but as Haruki(Nazz) planted her thumb on his clitoris, he didn’t have many options. It was either that, or scream.
Nazz(Gemma): “I’d say you’re fingering me like a man… but you definitely know what you’re doing. Don’t stop. Not for a fucking second!”
Haruki(Nazz): “Heh. Ditto.”
Satisfied with her sly Pokémon reference, Haruki(Nazz) gnashed her hand against Nazz(Gemma)’s pussy, causing him to put a hand over his mouth as he moaned.
Nazz(Gemma): “Oh, you dick!”
Not wanting to be outdone, Nazz(Gemma) flipped his hand and rammed a thumb into the tender area near the base of Haruki(Nazz)’s dick. She didn’t make a sound, yet the technique was good enough to leave Haruki(Nazz) drooling with pleasure.
They continued to work their young vigorous hands as fast as they could, before finally being awarded. Nazz(Gemma) experienced his first female orgasm in over a decade. His experience had taught him that the pleasure was faint, minimal, and lacking. Yet, as the reverberations echoed throughout his body… things made sense. He understood what he had been missing and why every man in this group was so damn eager to become a woman. There was no way in hell he could call it better, but… that didn’t mean it didn’t feel real fucking good.
As he mused over this, his hand grew slower and grip grew weak. In response, Haruki(Nazz) grabbed Nazz(Gemma)’s hand and started stroking her dick through his fingers. Her grip was tight, pace was fast, and it only took a few seconds before her cock fired a burst of cum that flew for a second before forming a milky puddle against the red carpeting.
Haruki(Nazz): “Oh shit. That… that was a good one.”
Nazz(Gemma): “Y-Yeah… You can let go of my hand now.”
Haruki(Nazz) did as requested, freeing Nazz(Gemma)’s hand. It was a little roughed up after being squeezed with such vigor, yet it was the kind of soreness that would fade in a few minutes.
After pulling up their pants and swaddling their damp genitals in their underwear, the two walked back into the lobby, where they saw dribs and drabs of people lounging around as intermission neared its end. Not wanting to waste their tickets, the two joined the crowd and before they could make it to their seats, the orchestra already started playing a cheery melody.
Haruki(Nazz): “So, you going to keep being an ass about this?”
Nazz(Gemma): “No, I’ll… I’ll just enjoy the music.”
With his frustrations dulled by the lingering effects of an orgasm, Nazz(Gemma) sat down in his seat and watched the show. The crowd was calmer, the music was a bit more elaborate, and the blocky graphics eventually shifted to a basic 3D. It was still remarkably worse than the 15-year-old light gun game he had played hours earlier, but it was at least some form of technical evolution beyond more colorful sprites.
But then, right as he expected it all to end… the theater erupted in cheers and… began singing along to a Saturday morning theme song while the game footage was traded out for clips from a cartoon.
Nazz(Gemma): “If this is what it means to be young… maybe I should have settled for being 32.”
The Posse Logs: My Sensational Summer Vacation Diary
Jade(Babs): “After date night was… not great, I decided to head over to Verde’s pool party. Since there were only 14 of us, things weren’t as crazy as they were last week, and I mostly spent the day relaxing and… enjoying the body that I wound up with. After I had sex with Maxxie in Zoe’s body while in this body five days ago, I’ve been thinking about it… semi-regularly. Babs’s body is pretty strong, has good endurance, and is nice and flexible. Doing things in it just feels comfortable, and while I thought her boobs and butt might be a bit much, it all felt pretty cozy. …Also, I was not really around my mother in her TransSex form and… seeing Maxxie flaunt it while being an attractive man was… hard. I tried to just masturbate my frustrations away, but this body has its needs so… I wound up having sex with Anita when she was in Zoe’s body. I couldn’t look at that body while in this body without getting flashbacks and… it was better than the first time.”
Maxxie(Cain): “No joke, a part of me seriously thought about using the VD on Caroline back in November. Of course, it wasn’t because I would’ve rather been a MILF over a teenage boy. I just felt bad about keeping the secret all to myself, and I felt that C needed a little extra spice in her life. And when I finally got my mitts on her body… I said fuck it, TS’d myself, and never more had I loathed the fact that there’s such a stigma against incest. Because Cain’s body is rocking a certified monster cock, and every time I passed by Jade in Babs, it was practically tearing away at my baby blue briefs! I needed to fuck somebody with a dick like this, and it wound up being Gem in Verde. Meaning I can finally call myself a God Fucker!”
Zoe(Tony): “Ever since Shiaka told me about her outing with Anita, I’ve been curious about her body. She was tall, athletic, and a member of another race. Prior to learning about the TransSex function, I assumed that my female self would be similar to her in many ways. I had plans to spend the day in her form, to test some hypotheses, yet she seemed strangely reluctant to let me change her body, saying that she wanted to remain Tony for a full week. As the second other male body I have been in since we began this excursion, I found it… disappointingly similar to my own. Tall, yet slightly shorter, with similar muscle mass, and comparable endurance. There were numerous differences, naturally, from the candor I spoke in to the entirely different hair that I carried on my head. It would be gauche to describe this body as merely a race-swap version of myself, yet I struggled to brush aside that language. Obviously, there are myriad differences on a micro-level, yet when swimming or having sex with Shiaka, everything felt more familiar than I had expected.”
Shiaka(Abigale): “If I was told I was going to swap bodies with Abigale three weeks ago, I would have… panicked. Yet now, especially after last night… I was excited for the opportunity. Abigale is a woman who gives off an aura of utter confidence and strength, and looks… almost unreal. It took me a moment to really accept that, but Abigale pushed me through it, urging me to flaunt this body even more than Jade did last week. So, I did. I made myself known, did not act bashful, and even tried pulling off some of the intimidation tricks she used in the other worlds. After last night, I thought being Abigale would feel a lot like being Zoey, and it… wasn’t. Being Zoey made me feel powerful, dominant, and strong, while being Abigale felt like all of those things… taken to a new level. This body is simply taller, stronger, and even with Zoe in Tony’s body, I still managed to make him squirm while having sex.”
Terra(Raiyne): “While today was fun… in a hectic and chaotic sort of way that things always devolved into, I hit my limit tonight. Dia and Pas were both drunk, and I had to drive them home. The problem being that… I can’t drive. …Or so I thought. I don’t know why, but when I put my hands on the wheel, it was like I could hear a voice guiding me. I knew how the stick shift worked, I knew how to arrange my feet to properly use the pedals. I even managed to freaking parallel park! I know that the VD 2.0 gave us the ability to share languages when swapping bodies, but last I checked, driving a car is not a language! I would ask Verde… except I’m still hoping that she doesn’t realize that Raiyne and I are swapped, or doesn’t care. Speaking of Raiyne, I did end up eating a lot of stuff today. Sure, I was out, walking, and swimming, though I don’t want her to come back to her body feeling bloated or anything. I saw some exercise clothes in her closet, so maybe I should do that tomorrow3″
Vivi(Urabe): “Despite knowing that Urabe was a robot for over a week, I never really questioned it, when I definitely should have. For as much as I have enjoyed cataloging my experiences in changing my body and sex, those seem like they should pale in comparison with becoming a literal machine. I expected everything to feel different, yet her body feels as human as any other I’ve been in. The skin, the hair, the nerves, the sensation of swimming, everything felt normal when going about my day… until I tried unlocking things. When I wanted to swim faster, I was able to swim faster than anyone else in the pool. When I tried reading, I was able to read at well over 1,500 words per minute. And when I stretched out my arm, imagining it turning into something else… I was about to pull out a laptop with hardware so advanced it wouldn’t be available to consumers for at least 4 years. While I knew I should have spent the day enjoying the pool, the depths of this body kept me fascinated for the entire day…”
Anita(Zoey): “After my defeat at the hands of Zoey four days ago, I was determined to get my revenge in a rematch, this time with me in his body and his in mine. I wanted to know— needed to know— if it was skills or the body that really proved one’s prowess… and I wound up whooping him 2:1. Not gonna lie, it was super upsetting to see that. I always prided myself as an athlete and my ability to physically compete with someone. As Tony, I’ve felt stronger than ever, all my strengths were multiplied, so seeing all of that be eclipsed by Zoey’s body felt… like I was doing something super wrong. Though, I guess I felt kind of better when Shiaka in Abigale came by and… beat me 2:1. Are strong tall girls just the best at basketball or something? Do their abilities increase exponentially when they get close to 2 meters? Because it sure feels like it…”
Gem(Verde): “For a God, Verde’s body is most underwhelming. I always thought that for a divine entity, her physique was magnificently mundane. She proposes adoration for body swapping and the alteration of one’s sex, yet she somehow chose to make herself look plain and tall. When imposing an inquiry, she stated this was the body she would have had if she were born female, yet is that truthfully a good thing? Verde seems to not care for her past as a mortal, yet she restricts herself to such a par body. Mayhaps it is meant to be an illusion. A mundane body during most times, yet one capable of immense pleasure during the others! And by the matriarchs of goodness, does her body feel pleasure when in the throes of sex! I lack the experience to properly assess Maxxie’s technique, but she had me begging for more!”
Caroline(Maxxie): “When Maxxie was wildly swapping our bodies throughout Chicago, I never really paid too much mind to her body. It felt young and energetic, but when Verde put me in her body for the day, I had to… unpack a few things. I had known Maxxie since she was 7. She’s my daughter’s girlfriend. And she was the closest thing I ever had to a niece. So the idea of being here like this felt somewhat… wrong. She is a beautiful young woman and her body has such an energy to it that it’s genuinely fun just being her, playing around, and acting silly. However… not all of her sexual eagerness is in her mind, and just looking around at other people, shirtless or in bikinis, I kept getting certain urges. It felt wrong to even think about them, let alone indulge them, but after seeing her in my male body, hearing her have sex with someone behind a door… I lost my composure. I know she would forgive me, even be happy for me, but I need to think about these things…”
Raiyne(Terra): “I have been in awe over what my life has become over the past three weeks, but somehow today was even wilder. I tried to immerse myself as Terra, tried to enjoy a day hanging out and playing around with children about my age. I’m a teacher, I work with children, and while I never taught 11-year-olds, I’ve had 14-year-olds who acted like them. I was able to pull off my act pretty darn well I’d say, and just when things started coming naturally… the kids I was playing with invited me to join their little league game. They pressured me, saying they just needed somebody or else they would lose, so… I joined them.”
“Despite not having a lot of friends as a kid, I was always good at sports, and knew how to throw and hit a ball better than any boy in my class. I was never on any teams, because we didn’t have teams in Rainy Woods, so I never knew how good I was, and after not practicing for so many years, I thought I would be terrible. …Instead, I somehow wound up being an all-star player? I was catching balls constantly when out in the field, and when I came up to bat for the first time… I managed to nail a grand slam. I don’t think Terra’s body is particularly fit or anything, and I’m definitely shorter than I was as a child. Yetduring the after party, they treated me like the guest of honor and begged me to join their team permanently. When did my life become the weirdest 80s sports movie?”
Babs(Jade): “I spent a decent chunk of time as Jade during Maxxie’s swap spree. Her body… really wasn’t anything special. I know that it meant a lot to her to finally get this body, but if you are going to get a God to make you a body… wouldn’t you want some more curves? I’m not enough of an asshat to shame body types. But after hopping between bodies, I think that it’s just more comfortable being curvy, having some tits that are more than a handful, a nice ass to cushion yourself, nothing wild, just something. While being Jade… felt like being a bigger Terra with all the same proportions. Well, that might be a bit harsh. These boobs are at least a bit bigger, and they were surprisingly fun to play with. I guess it’s because all the nerves are clustered up in a smaller amount of space. That would explain why Zoe was moaning so much when we did it on June 15th…”
Ken: “There’s something woefully deflating about going from having wine and sex on our beachfront hotel to being stuck on an airplane for eight hours. It’s better now that I can become a slightly ‘smaller’ woman, but with all this fun we could be having, it truly feels like a waste to spend so much of our lives in airplanes. First thing I do on Monday, I’m going to need to reschedule the rest of, not only our summer, but our year. A week-long trip sounds nice, except for when you realize that you spend a full day traveling across the Pacific. This is why we used to arrange month-long trips, we had time to adjust and settle. We could ada[t to the new time zone, and make our hotel room into a proper office. Now, I’m struggling to fall asleep, and don’t even have the appetite for sex, because my body’s thrown so out of wack.”
Elly: “Sometimes, I think the Earth is just too damn big. I hate to complain about travel, but nothing is worse than having a wonderful trip, a deflating ride back home, only to be unable to fall asleep in your own bed. It’s so bad that I started to genuinely consider using the VD 2.0 to switch bodies just so we could get past this restless night and enjoy tomorrow in peace. However, I couldn’t do that to any of the people here. I might not know them very well, but I would be trusting them with so much that any cruelty would be uncalled for.”
Nazz: “While I definitely felt younger after today, I was still pissed at Haruki for dragging me to nerd shit for most of it. I don’t have anything really against nerds— programmers were seen as superstars back in Kharkiv— it’s just not the sort of person I want to be. Haruki acted like she didn’t care, like she knew what was best for me, only to… surprise me. At 22:40, we just got past Belmont, there was nobody in our car, and it was a long way to Howard. One moment, I was in Gemma’s body, the next… I was back! I was Nazz in body and mind once again, and Haruki, now in Gemma, started apologizing, saying that she wanted to thank me for a fun night out. …By letting me feel like a real man by fucking on a train. I thought she was out of her damn mind… but I’m a pretty simple man. When the tits are out, my dick goes up. And Haruki, somehow, knew about a blind spot in the corner of every train. So I fucked her all the way to Howard and then… we got the fuck out of there and called a cab, because neither of us were willing to fuck with a night bus.”
Dia: “I don’t know when I fell asleep, how I got home, or what happened in the past… four hours? I was at the jazz restaurant, enjoying my meal, numbing myself with some wine, and then… it’s like I fainted. Was I dehydrated? Did I black out from just a glass of wine? Well, I guess I’ll find out when I wake up tomorrow. I just hope I didn’t do something stupid…”
Pas: This night was marvelous. Little Dia finally came out of her shell, and I feel like I’ve gotten to see a whole new side of the man I love. All it took was turning him into a woman. He was so brazen, so loving, and once we got home, we spent all night all over each other. I always knew Daisuke had this side of him, buried deep down, hidden under layer after layer of fatherly strength, and I feel bad for helping to bury it. First it was with Haruki and all the things we needed for her to shine, and after the catastrophe, Shiaka needed so much care, and I know he spent nights silently crying, bitter that he wasn’t strong enough. But… Haruki is fine, Shiaka is fine. We have everything we need and could want. As a family, we don’t need a strong man to lead us through the darkness and… I think Daisuke finally understood that.”
Haruki(Gemma): “So… it originally was my plan to show Nazz a bit of the ‘Chi-Town’ nightlife. Except there’s a teensy problem. Clubs are the pits and I hate ’em. The music’s always too loud and bassy, the people there have no respect, and the drinks cost way too much. I just wanted to do something, anything else, and when checking out some local site on my phone— Nazz’s phone if you wanna be an ass about it— I saw this Pokémon orchestra. I love Pokémon, so I decided to go. …Except I could tell that Nazz really wasn’t liking it, so I pitied the newly dude-ified man. I have him my best finger banging during intermission and seeing him sulk on the train… I decided to give him his body back and let him fuck me, or I guess Gemma, like the man he is. I like Nazz, I think he’s adorably stubborn and such an old man in a lot of ways. I want him to like me, except I kinda think he hates my guts after everything… even after I gave him train sex. Every red-blooded man has gotten off to the idea of train sex!”
Verde(Haruki): “I’m legitimately not rigging the RNG for these swaps but this marked the second time Abigale, and I nabbed bodies of girls in the same family… Wait, why am I recording one of these? Is it because I have a human body or— anyway, I spent most of the party in a back room fucking Abigale in Shiaka. Should I feel bad about that, because we wound up doing a pseudo-incest? Maybe. But it’s so damn kinky I can’t help myself, yo. Doing it as Jade and Caroline last week, sprinkling in a little bit of role-playing, using some memory suppression and alteration, that was the second hottest sex we had since I got back from my li’l odyssey. Doing the same thing with Haruki X Shiaka… was pretty good, but it’s number seven on our little new generation bang out rankings.”
Abigale(Shiaka): “Verde has a strange fascination with incest, and even she does not fully understand it. She was the only child, was constantly neglected and treated coldly by her parents, and eventually killed them before ending her own life. She, on a fundamental level, does not truly understand familial love, yet is fascinated in seeing it be twisted, altered, and transformed into something broader. To her, there is little difference between familial love and romantic love, and we have had several conversations about how it is ‘weird’ that they are considered different things. Doing so… only made her think incest was hot, and led her to regularly engage with it when given the opportunity. I also theorize that she had many incestuous adventures during her 8 years of being stranded in the VDVerse. Sadly, she doesn’t like talking about them with me, due to continuity issues it would present with future references, novels, and a vain attempt to preserve continuity for the sake of continuity. …Shit, I shouldn’t have said that .”
Urabe(Vidkun): “Despite being the statistical anomaly of a natural redhead, there is little of note about Vivi’s body. She is about average height, skinny, has a somewhat androgynous figure, and is rather weak by all accounts. Her body is not bad in a true sense, yet lacks many noteworthy features. I am surprised that she has not submitted any criticisms, though perhaps that is because she has such an oddly structured male form. Below average height, underweight, red hair, but also the largest penis of any members of the Swap Posse. It is a curious physical trait that is only barely justified by her genetic lineage, and was only made possible by the TransSex balancing algorithm, which would be in need of some revisions. Despite what Verde says, there is no single ‘best’ version of one’s TransSex form. The system merely attempts to choose the ‘appropriate’ form from thousands of generated forms, all based on what fits with the personality and mind of the subject. I would question why Vivi’s ‘appropriate’ form to have a penis of this abnormal size, yet after using it with my wives… I completely understand the appeal. It may make me lightheaded, but there is a certain fun in that type of experience.”
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!
“Verde has a strange fascination with incest, and even she does not fully understand it. […] She, on a fundamental level, does not truly understand familial love, yet is fascinated in seeing it be twisted, altered, and transformed into something broader.”
Ooohhhh dear that hits close to home… I’ve been clocked…
Huh. I never intended that to hit close for any reader. It was mostly just a way for me to rationalize how Verde would view the concept of incest considering her backstory, detailed in The Saga of Dawn and Dusk.