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 23rd: The Kurokawa Family Visits the Museum of Science and Industry

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Part 1: Welcome to The Museum of Science and Industry

Date: Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Time: 10:24
Location: The Museum of Science and Industry

It was a bright and beautiful summer day, and the city of Chicago was bustling as usual. With cars dashing across the roads, swarms of people walking down the sidewalk, and public transportation packed with tourists and locals alike. Being a major American city, there was no shortage of things to do here, yet today our focus lands on one of Chicago’s greatest museums. The Museum of Science and Industry. A decadently designed building with a classical style that made it look like a place of governance with its mighty stone pillars and gorgeous architecture. 

A place that demanded importance with the vast field covering its front entrance, and the cherry blossom bond that laid behind it. It was truly a sight to behold, and one that existed for strictly altruistic purposes. To educate the population, preserve history, and birth a love of, well, science and industry within the population. It was a popular destination for tourists and locals alike, with something for every demographic, and with all the rotating exhibits, conveyed through eye-catching banners lining the entrance, there was always something new to see.

Which is precisely why it was the destination of choice for the Kurokawa family today. Their family minivan, a 2008 Honda, slid into one of the last remaining open spots in the museum parking lot, and the family exited it promptly. Though, as to be expected at this point, they were all a little mixed up.

Plopping out of the driver’s seat was Daisuke, or rather, Dia, wearing a dress that bordered on lolita fashion, his hair done up in curls and a layer of makeup on his face, making him look like a doll. Or rather, he would look like one if he would crack a smile, as his face was locked into a disapproving scowl. He scooted off of the booster cushion as he exited out of the car, nearly forgetting the matching purse he had been paired with.

Out of the passenger’s seat was Pas, or rather Shiaka(Pas). Considering all the time she spent as Zoe this summer, she moved her male body with confidence. Yet as she stepped out of the minivan, she realized just how more rigid this body was than what she was used to, doing a stretch as her stereotypical ‘vacation dad’ clothes hung against her bony frame.

While the back seats were home to, naturally, Haruki(Shiaka) and Paz(Haruya). With Haruki(Shiaka) dressing in pretty much the skimpiest thing she could get away with without showing any of Shiaka’s scars. A tank top, shorts, gym shoes, and her blonde hair tied into the same braid that she gave Zoe almost three weeks ago. She looked like a hot teenager ready to enjoy summer, though given her height, she looked like someone whose ID should be checked.

As for Paz(Haruya), she settled on a more casual look, just a flannel shirt and jeans, though she had to dig for that given the overly casual wardrobe Haruya had to work with. She carried her form with a hesitant comfort, not truly used to walking around as an unassuming young man with a boyish face. It was as if she was still trying to get whatever appeal this body could have.

Dia: “Alright, we’re here. Let’s just get this over with…”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Aw, c’mon, Mom! We don’t go out like this enough. It’ll be fun, so long as you approach the day with the right attitude!”

Paz(Haruya): “‘Shi-Shi’ is right, Mom. You got all dressed up and everything. The latest you can do is put on a smile.”

Shiaka(Pas): “Y-Yes, Dear. We don’t need to stay all day or anything if you aren’t feeling well. B-But, we should at least try to see the highlights.”

With his family’s encouragement, forced, awkward, or otherwise, Dia relented, exhaling as he looked at the building he could barely see from the parking lot. He clicked his heeled feet against the ground as he accepted this fate, gesturing at his family to follow behind him. They did so, with everyone having an easier time walking than him, as he was still struggling to adapt to having boobs so big, hips so wide, and the two inch heels that Paz dressed him in. He was worried about tripping and falling with every step, yet the threat of being stuck like this, in a hospital, was enough motivation to keep his movements straight and swaying. 

Paz(Haruya): “Aw, are you having trouble walking, Mom? If you really want to, we have some flats in the trunk. They’re a bit worn in but—”

Dia: “I can do this… son. I can do this.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “You still stiff from the ride over? Because it sure looks like it, with how you’re working those hips.”

Shiaka(Pas): “J-Just let your mother walk, you two. He— She is just a little sore from last night—”

After those words left Shiaka(Pas)’s mouth, she immediately saw the unintended connotation.

Shiaka(Pas): “N-Not like that! You know what I mean. …The hour-long car ride didn’t help either.”

Dia: “Tell me about it. I thought we were avoiding rush hour, but Lake Shore Drive is an absolute hazard if I’ve ever seen one…”

The Kurokawas continued down the path, up the stairs and, eventually, past the imposing pillars, entering the massive entrance area of the museum, where a flutter of people shuffled around, heading in any and all direction. Some entering, some merely passing by, and a few running out to grab something they left in the car. It was a Tuesday, meaning admission was free, and the crowds certainly reflected that. With families, friend groups, and tourists aplenty being visible from this singular room. Truly, the only group not represented as a cluster of children surrounding two or three adults. But that was only because most summer schools don’t have field trips.

Shiaka(Pas) steeled her chest as she saw this sight, taking a deep breath before looking at her family. She would have normally held onto her sister or mother’s hand during a time like this. Knowing this, Haruki(Shiaka) grabbed her hand instead, shooting her sister a knowing wink.

While Dia had felt short before, there was something daunting about being so small in such a large place, filled with so many people. From the massively high ceilings to the imposing staircases, everything made him feel small as he looked forward, even though he was supposed to be the leader of this group. Noticing his frustration, Paz(Haruya) merely tousled his hair slightly. A move that did nothing to reassure him, yet served as a distracter that kept him going.

Paz(Haruya) then grabbed a brochure from a conveniently placed stand, flipping through it quickly as she sought out their first destination. After opening it up however, she was interrupted by Urabe. Urabe was dressed in a light blue dress and white blazer, looking clean and professional. If she was wearing a lanyard and ID card, she would look like a picturesque museum tour guide

Urabe: “Hey guys, glad you could make it!”

Dia: “Eh? You… you’re Urabe, right?”

Urabe: “Last I checked, yeah. And you would be Missus Dia Kurokawa.”

Dia: “…At the moment, you are not wrong.”

Paz(Haruya): “Not to be rude, but what are you doing here? I know we announced this trip on that Telegram app—”

Urabe: “Verde, Abigale, and I just so happened to plan a trip to the museum today. Verde never got to go to a museum as a kid— family abuse and all that shit— and she’s wanted to visit basically every museum in Chicago.”

Shiaka(Pas): “O-Oh, so that’s what you’ve been doing?”

Urabe: “Yeah, we’ve been cosplaying as tourists.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Cool. So where are they? Why are you just standing here?”

Urabe: “They probably got lost in an exhibit or something.”

Paz(Haruya): “Couldn’t you just call them though?”

Urabe: “Sorry, I mean they got lost in an exhibit. Like falling into a portal.”

Dia: “…You’re just messing with us.”

Urabe: “I wish, but you’d be amazed at what we got up to over the past three weeks. Anything Verde can imagine is possible, and she imagined a multiverse. Anyway, I downloaded all the information on this place. Lemme give you a tour.”

Without asking for permission, Urabe began leading the four bodily displaced Kurokawas through the museum. Like a pack of lambs, they followed behind their shepherd, blissfully ignorant of whatever bizarre fate awaited them.

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Part 2: Our Private U-Boat 505 Submarine Tour

Date: Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Time: 10:37
Location: The Museum of Science and Industry

The merry batch of five began their tour of the museum with its most impressive specimen. Something so large and imposing that it truly has to be seen to be fully understood and appreciated. It was over 1,000 tons of metal, a structure so large that they had to build the whole damn building around it, and it had to be transferred all the way from the Atlantic to Chicago. It was U-boat U-505, a German submarine from World War II, and as a landmark attraction of the museum, it had amassed a modest crowd by the time the five arrived. 

And who could blame them? The craft was wonderfully preserved, incredibly in-tact, showing few scars from battle, and they offered full tours inside the vehicle.

Of course, the surroundings of it were littered with myriad factoids and highlights of the submarine, items extracted and placed under carefully dictated museum lighting. It was more than just an impressive feat of technology, it was part of a story that very well could have been lost and shrouded in mystery if the vessel were left to sink into the sea.

Haruki(Shiaka): “Damn. Feel small now, Mom?”

Dia: “Oh… shush you! It’s big, and it’s supposed to look massive. That’s the point of framing it like this.”

Paz(Haruya): “Yeah, it is, but unlike some people, you’re going to have no trouble squeezing through it during the tour.”

Dia shot his husband a nasty glare, before relenting and looking at the actual crowd. A line was formed outside of the entrance, with a man positioned outside of the U-boat to prevent any unauthorized access. The line was approximately 30 people long and, considering how long the tour was and how many people were allowed at one time… it would be a while before they got to attend.

Haruki(Shiaka): “C’mon! I thought this was a museum, not a damn theme park. Should we just head back later or something?”

Shiaka(Pas): “I doubt the line would get much shorter than this. It’s still pretty early in the day after all.”

Urabe: “You guys do realize you have VD 2.0s, right?”

Paz(Haruya): “Oh, we actually left those at home. We don’t want to accidentally lose them and—”

Urabe: “We don’t pay you to be cautious. We pay you to have fun. And standing around all day isn’t fun.”

Urabe then reached into the inner pocket of her blazer and pulled out the familiar purple doohickey. Her robotic fingers moved quickly as she pointed the VD 2.0 at the crowd, and the Kurokawas looked on with varying levels of concern. Before any of them could take action, Urabe executed her command and, a second later, the crowd went from looking relaxed to looking deeply frazzled. Another second passed, and they were looking down at themselves. And by the third second, shock and awe struck the cluster of people like a bolt of lightning.

It was a diverse group of men and women of all ages. Families, couples, tourists from other nations, and all of them had been switched around in a manner that, as far as the Kurokawas could tell, was completely random. Children paired with their parents and grandparents, gaggles of teenage and college-aged friends, couples, and people who, just from the shakey way they looked around, did not have the best grasp of English. All were swapped with no consent or knowledge that such a thing was possible, and when a swap of this scale happens, there is only one reasonable reaction.

PANIC!!!

A 70-year-old man grabbed the shoulders of a lightly dressed teenage girl. A 40-something blonde woman fell to her knees and started crying while a 7-year-old boy tried to comfort her. A heterosexual college couple immediately took their hands to their boobs and dick as they found themselves in each other’s body, their faces wrapped in an ambiguous breed of excitement and horror. Two men in their 30s immediately began shouting vulgarities at each other. A limber 20-something Black woman dashed off while a heavyset White man of a similar age chased after him. And so forth, and so on.

The burgeoning chaos before them left the Kurokawas looking on with a mutual sense of concern… except for Haruki(Shiaka). She was grinning from ear to ear and recording this chaos on her sister’s phone. 

Urabe: “Heh. Verde was right. Classroom-sized body swaps are a lot of fun to look at.”

Dia: “Ur-Urabe, are you insane? You can’t just swap random people like that! They have lives and—”

Urabe: “It’ll only last a minute. C’mon, while nobody’s looking!”

Despite being about the same height, Urabe grabbed Dia and held her in her arms, like he was a little baby, or a princess. 

Dia: “H-Hey! Let me go!”

Urabe: “We’ve gotta move fast, and you can only move so quickly in heels!

Urabe then ran off to the U-boat, leaving the rest of the Kurokawas behind, at a flight or follow impasse.

Paz(Haruya): “And here I thought this was going to be boring!”

Shiaka(Pas): “We are going to get into so much trouble for this…”

Haruki(Shiaka): “I guess this is enough footage for my personal records.”

After making their comments, they scampered into the unguarded entrance and, protected from the outside chaos with the thick metal walls, they quickly became immersed in the oppressive atmosphere of the U-boat.

It was a tightly constructed marvel of machinery, with a single main walkway that was too narrow for two adults to walk without some squeezing being involved. The walls were lined with metal instruments, pipes, and doodads of mysterious purpose, many of which looked like they could cause serious injury if someone tripped or ran into them. There were no bedrooms or barracks. Beds were merely being stacked, surrounded with metal on all sides, with only a thin mattress, blanket, and pillow to offer comfort. While the designated rooms were similarly crammed with complex machinery, filled with so much densely arranged stuff that they could not comfortably fit more than one person.

It was a reminder of the poor conditions that the pawns of militaristic regimes had to contend with. Packed in a metal box, locked underwater, with no privacy and barely any place where one could so much as stretch their arms, or be freed from the oppressive texture of metal. It felt unnerving just standing there, and even worse when walking through it.

For as much as the Kurokawas had grown accustomed to body swapping, their minds fixated on their forms as they walked through the submarine. Things were so tightly compact, so oppressive, and filled with so many hard edges and corners that caution was required, and as they braced themselves, they were forced to acknowledge the more subtle differences of their bodies. 

The amount of flooring one covered in a single step. The way they planted their feet on the metal floor. How much space they took up while walking, consisting of not only their clothes, but hair and the way they walked. Sure, Dia might have been short, yet his dress, long hair, and the sway of his hips led him to brush up against the metal, leading to paranoia about getting snagged on something. And while Shiaka(Pas) was accustomed to being men far taller than Pascal, she still could not help but focus on the ceilings above, worried that she might bump into them if she did not exercise caution.

As the four dealt with such sensations, trying to move through this tight and narrow walkway without harming this historical landmark, or themselves, they were regaled with its story by Urabe. She performed an effortless tour of the U-boat, going through its various features and history. Her words were smooth, composed, and well-chosen, like she was reading through a script. Unfortunately, her audience wasa bit too distracted to really let the facts sink in, especially as the lighting of the machine shifted throughout this tour, from the harsh yellow lights to a bloody red to darkness. 

It all made for a deeply disorientating sensation that, paired with the echo of the submarine, left them gasping for air and freedom as the tour reached its end.

Urabe: “…And that’s the short version. Any questions?”

Dia: “Yeah. That was a… good tour and all, but does it really justify destroying the lives of—”

Urabe: “The swap lasted one minute. At worst, they will think they went crazy and become obsessive over something that they cannot replicate. At best they will have a very beneficial revelation about themselves and rethink their lives. Everybody got swapped, and since nobody could move 600 kilometers an hour, they all got swapped back.”

Paz(Haruya): “…So, how does this compare to modern submarines?”

Urabe: “Modern submarines are a horse of a different color. Warfare’s been on the down low ever since the turn of the millennium and landmark cases against defense contractors. So you don’t see people get on submarines for much beyond routine defensive purposes. It’s better than you’d think based on this… but worse than you’d hope. Still cramped, claustrophobic, and filled with metal and controls. But now with radiation!”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Yeah, claustrophobic, that’s the word I was looking for. Normally I like being in this hot little body, yet in there, I still felt like I was too big for it. And not just ‘cos of my boobs.”

Shiaka(Pas): “I’m sorry. Urabe, how could you just swap around random people like that? There are cameras everywhere in this museum and people will have evidence as they suddenly know new languages. Those kids would have the English skills of adults and that—”

Urabe: “Just makes their lives easier? Shi-Shi, you have a point, and I get what you’re saying.”

Shiaka(Pas): “…But?”

Urabe: “But nothing. That was the end of my sentence. And trust me, this is nothing next to what I’ve done in the past.”

After dropping that nugget of intrigue, Urabe walked away, leaving the Kurokawas behind her as she made way to the next exhibit.

Dia: “…You know, we don’t need to follow her. If anything, we’ll probably be happier not knowing what she finds to be permissible.”

Paz(Haruya): “Oh, is my dainty little mother suggesting that we just let this person go unchecked?”

Dia: “No, I’m suggesting that we don’t trifle with other’s matters if it causes us stress. Urabe can take care of herself.”

Shiaka(Pas): “No… Dia. That is precisely the reason why we can’t let her go unmonitored. I don’t know why, though I think this is all a game she is playing just to mess with us.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “…Sorry, wasn’t that obvious from moment one? Why else would she be here unless it was to mess with us? She might be a robot, but that doesn’t mean she’s gotta be logical or not have a wicked side. C’mon, we’re gonna lose her if we don’t get our hustle on! Titties, don’t pop out on me now!”

Haruki(Shiaka) then shoved off at the fastest speed one could assume in a museum without getting chided, and her family joined after her. …Well, except for Dia, who briefly contemplated running… before remembering he was wearing heels and deciding this wasn’t worth hurting himself.

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Part 3: Body Bouncin’ in… Mirror Maze

Date: Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Time: 11:13
Location: The Museum of Science and Industry

As the Kurokawas caught up to Urabe, they found her at the entrance of a permanent exhibit called Numbers in Nature. An interactive museum exhibit meant to explore the patterns, numbers, and general mathematics that can be found in the natural world. From the composition of flowers to the shape of mountains to the myriad ‘golden rules’ that make up elements of nature. It was an exhibit that definitely skewed younger and to a more common demographic, preferring to use more simple, direct language for things and featuring many visual elements. Because how else is one supposed to explain a scientific concept to a wide audience?

Haruki(Shiaka), being the prodigy in the family, quickly consumed the information before her, looking over the exhibits and signs for no more than a few seconds before moving on, systematically covering everything. Shiaka(Pas) followed in her footsteps, taking slightly longer on every facility. While Dia and Paz(Haruya) were both slower on the uptake, yet engaged with the attractions. They found the insights to be novel concepts, or interesting reframings of something they had just accepted as a plain fact for much of their life.

This continued for some time, only for them to nearly lose track of Urabe as she ventured away from the main exhibit. She moved up a small ramp into a door leading to a dimly lit room with triangular flooring and… fake abstract trees at every intersection. The signage indicated that this was the ‘mirror maze’ of this exhibit, and the four quickly recognized this as some form of trial. They look at each other with caution… only for Haruki(Shiaka) to grab Shiaka(Pas) and drag them into this maze.

Shiaka(Pas): “H-Hey! Why are we—”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Because it’ll be fun!”

Nobody in the family believed Haruki(Shiaka). …Yet, they all followed behind her, forlorn and accepting their fate.

The mirror maze, true to its name, was a maze, albeit a particularly disorientating one. Every node of the maze was triangular, requiring them to turn 120 degrees at every intersection, and there were no true landmarks to behold once they entered. Everything looked repeated, there were no perceptible smudges or imperfections on the mirrors or floors under the navy blue lights. And every time they took a turn, they were met with the sight of themself, but their true bodies, their family members. It was dizzying, hectic, and just as they started getting the hang of this maze… everything changed.

Their bodies swapped, sexes flipped, and both who and where they were in a maze shifted in an instant. Daisuke found himself in Shinji’s body. Shiaka found herself in Haruki’s body. Haruki found herself in Dia. While Paz returned to her female body. And if they couldn’t immediately feel it, they sure saw it. Mirrors reflected back at them at every angle, informing them of who they were in intimate detail. 

Daisuke(Shinji) stared back at the mirror, getting his face close to it as he realized he was now his youngest ‘son’ and looked deeply into his face. It was smooth, soft, and still wearing lingering remnants of prepubescence. He tugged at the blonde hair coming down from his head, stared into the blue eyes. Eyes that were similar to his, yet retaining Shiaka’s darker hue, and shuffled about slightly, slowly adapting to who he was now, as it was, quite literally, staring at him no matter where he looked. He shook his head as he realized what he was doing and began calling for his family. He heard nothing in response. His lighter voice left his mouth, yet it did not travel far, as if this maze was also soundproof… despite clearly lacking the structure for any sort of noise isolation.

Though he had known where he was a moment ago, Daisuke(Shinji) was now lost, unsure of where anyone else was. All he could do was trek forward, hoping to find someone eventually… only for his sense to fade seconds later, and for him to regain his composure in Pascal’s body. Everywhere he looked, he saw the TransSex body of his wife. With no other perceptible features, he was hopelessly lost in the maze once more. He tried to follow the tried and true rule of hugging the left wall, floating his hand above the mirrors. He counted the time as he cautiously walked forward, imposing order in this chaos… only for his sense to fade yet again.

This was the ‘game’ that Urabe had prepared for them. Every 30 to 60 seconds, they found themselves in a different body. Sometimes the sex was inverted as part of this swap… and sometimes not. Needless to say, it was a woeful experience. While the crew had become accustomed to body swapping by this point, this was putting their tolerance to the limit. Not only were they thrown out of their bodies before they could even try to get accustomed to them, but they were thrown into a deliberately confusing environment. The family was unsure of where to go and, as time went on, doubtful if this maze was even one that could be solved. It was a precarious predicament that urged fear to grow into panic.

Shiaka was the first to crack, as for all her attempts at growing stronger, she was without control, without security or stability, and in an unfamiliar place. Whenever she was in a new body, she would run in the same direction, hoping that somehow, some way, she would find a way out, or someone to comfort her. Hopping body from body did something to curb her sadness and anxiety, yet the fear carried itself through her brain, growing and growing until she slammed into someone.

The impact caused Shiaka to fall. She was in Haruya’s body at the time, so she didn’t have as much cushion as she could have wanted slamming onto the ground below. Though, she wasn’t hurt. Even if she was, her desperation was so great that she clamored toward the person before her, currently wearing Dia’s body, hugging them tightly. She began to cry and, before she could mutter anything comprehensible beyond her tears, she was swapped again, landing in Dia’s body.

Whoever was now in Haruya’s— or, rather, Haruki’s— body was looking around, confused, concerned, and dealing with the ramifications of swapping into a sobbing body.

Shiaka(Dia): “H-Hey. W-We found each other.”

???(Haruki): “Yeah, I… I guess we did, Sunshine.”

Shiaka(Dia): “Y-You recognized me even when in—”

Paz(Haruki): “You’re my little girl. Of course I did. Now, no matter what body you are in, make sure you are always heading left. It might take a while, but it’s a surefire way to leave a maze. It actually reminds me of something Daisuke and I did back before you were born in—”

Before Paz could finish her anecdote, she and Shiaka found themselves stripped out of their bodies yet again, separating them as they found themselves scattered across the mirror maze. However… they had a plan, a way to communicate and, finally, with a sprinkle of hope in this discombobulating mess, they marched on. They headed left, urged both Haruki and Daisuke to head left, and before long, their paths crossed. 

It took many swaps, a dizzying number, but soon enough, they found each other, joined together, hand-in-hand, and ventured through the maze, snaking through it before finally seeing something else. Something other than their reflections. It was the outside world. They rushed out in unison and, as they escaped, their bodies shifted one last time, returning to the form they held before venturing into this hellish maze.

Haruki(Shiaka): “…Holy shit, are we done? Are we finally done?”

Dia: “It… it sure looks like it.”

Shiaka(Pas): “We’re out and… people are staring at us.”

Paz(Haruya): “Don’t worry about them, all that matters is that we are okay. We’re okay, and we—”

As Paz(Haruya) planted a hand on Shiaka(Pas)’s shoulder, Urabe popped her head out from behind an exhibit. The Kurokawas stared at her, first with surprise… and then their own personal flavors of anger.

Dia: “YOU! What the HELL were you trying to do there?”

Urabe: “Verde suggested trying this out when I showed her the brochure. We were going to do it together, make a race of it. But seeing as how she bugged off, I thought it would be a nice family bonding experience for you all.”

Shiaka(Pas): “O-Oh. Well, when you put it like that—”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Yo, I get that you just wanted to troll us with the body hopper. Aside from feeling like I was gonna vomit every other minute, it was a pretty cool challenge, not gonna lie. But don’t just throw us into it without asking, you cybernetic bitch-ass-ho!”

Paz(Haruya): “Uh, I agree, Shiaka, but maybe don’t make a scene in front of everyone.”

Swinging her blonde head around, Haruki(Shiaka) saw that families were staring at her. Parents were clutching their children and museum curators were looking at her with disapproving eyes. 

Haruki(Shiaka): “Shit. We should probably get outta here.”

Urabe: “Ya think? Just follow me. I have one more exhibit lined up before lunch.”

Urabe then moseyed around a corner, leaving the Kurokawas trailing behind her as she swiftly moved to the next attraction. Shiaka(Pas) was quick to follow her, only for Dia to grab her hand.

Dia: “We can just leave, you know. We can head home, pretend that nothing happened, and just play a game together.”

Paz(Haruya): “Oooh! Could we go to the beach instead?”

Dia groaned at the mention of that word and let go of his daughter’s hand.

Dia: “…Actually, let’s follow her. We don’t know what she’ll—”

Before he could finish, Haruki(Shiaka) grabbed Dia’s hand and began dragging him along, causing him to almost trip in his heels.

Haruki(Shiaka): “C’mon, ya mini MILF, let’s get this crazy while it’s nice and hot!”

With that declaration, and the museum go-ers still side-eyeing them, the Kurokawas finally made their exit.

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Part 4: YOU Are The EXPERIENCE!!!

Date: Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Time: 11:45
Location: The Museum of Science and Industry

After going on yet another mad dash through the museum, the Kurokawas finally managed to find Urabe by venturing up to the fourth floor of the building and into an exhibit dubbed YOU! The Experience. A showcase of the human body filled with interactive displays meant to explain how human beings worked, how complex their bodies were, and how miraculous it was that they worked at all. Exhibits of the human body lined the walls and broke up the large room, with children and their parents hopping from display to display. 

It was definitely a relevant topic considering the crew was a bunch of serial body swappers, though rather than hover to any of the more mundane displays, they were drawn to a giant hamster wheel. A device meant to show how much energy the human body generates while running and showcase the body’s response to aerobic activities. It was designed for kids but could acclimate shorter adults, such as Urabe, who was running through the wheel at breakneck speeds. So fast that a museum staff member was staring at her as she ran, along with a few of the visitors. The Kurokawas surrounded her after spotting her, and while she clearly saw the four preventing her from seamlessly escaping, she simply continued to run on the wheel, not even stopping after Haruki(Shiaka) grabbed her hand.

Haruki(Shiaka): “Hey Urabe! Care to let us know why you dragged us here?”

That question caused Urabe to immediately stop and look at Haruki(Shiaka) with a disappointed glare.

Urabe: “…It’s an anatomy exhibit, and you’re asking why you’re here?”

Haruki(Shiaka): “I know why we’re here, you literal bitch. I’m asking for your spiel about what we’re supposed to do here. The U-Boat was the U-Boat, the mirror maze was hell, so what’s the gimmick this time?”

Urabe slid out of the hamster wheel as she began to give her ‘spiel’, gesturing with her hands as she began her mock presentation.

Urabe: “You four know what it’s like to be another person, though I doubt you put too much thought into how much of an astounding feat something like a body swapper truly is.”

Dia: “Don’t just assume you know how we think. The fact that I can become another person so quickly— using a portable device— and move their body is something I’m still amazed by.”

Paz(Haruya): “Same with me. I have never been the most scientifically-minded one in the family, though I know the human body is incredibly complex. So the idea that you can just plug in another consciousness into a body… doesn’t seem like it should make much sense.”

Urabe: “Oh, trust me, it shouldn’t. Take a look at this.”

Urabe then directed the Kurokawas over to an augmented reality display, where museum go-ers used a tablet to rotate and move around a brain that was displayed on a specialized screen. It allowed the user to rotate and break apart a human brain, zooming in close enough to see the synapses.

Shiaka(Pas): “The human brain might have familiar elements, yet every one of them is structured slightly differently, with different arrangements of synapses and different memories physically stored within them. Yet, we are able to retain our memories regardless of which brain we are using. While the language center… [undergoes an obscene number of changes as new languages are added after so many swaps.]”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Hold up, when did we learn French?”

Shiaka(Pas): “I guess we picked up on it last week or so.”

Urabe: “You raise a good point, Pascal. Body swapping relies on the idea that human beings follow a universal format, that the body and mind are two separate things that can be divorced and share enough similarities to be exchanged. As far as the people of this world are aware, there is no way to do that, and just from glancing at an exhibit like this, it seems impossible. It’s not like swapping out a hard drive into a new computer. It’s more like trying to run unconverted programs on a computer with a completely different architecture.”

Dia: “So, are you building up to how humans are biological machines and not every machine can run every piece of software?”

Urabe: “Exactly. Your minds are merely a series of data and programming mapped onto a biological mesh, and they ordinarily only function properly if the hardware matches. However, I don’t need to explain to you the art of converting software to accommodate hardware.”

Dia: “Damn right. I don’t even know how many programs I rewrote for Apple II…”

Paz(Haruya): “So, is that what you’re getting at here? The VD 2.0 converts our minds to function within different bodies?”

Urabe: “Pretty much, yeah. It applies a conversion patch during the transfer process, knowing fully well what brain it’s going to be running on.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “…And it does all of that in a second?”

Urabe: “If that explanation is too far-fetched, then perhaps you’d prefer the explanation of ‘it’s magic.’ Practically speaking, they may as well be the same thing. Though, the software conversion explanation at least works as some metaphor, and if you take away anything from this exhibit, it should be that humans are really just biological machines.”

As Urabe said that, she moved over to a robotic arm exhibit. Using her arm, she controlled it, clenching its metal claw, picking up a small object that was on the bottom of the display case, and lifting it high before dropping it.

Shiaka(Pas): “Um, if we are biological machines, then what does that make you, Urabe?”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Shit, I almost forgot she was a robot.”

Paz(Haruya): “Wait, when you say robot, what do you mean? Does she have a metal endoskeleton or…”

Dia: “I… was actually wondering the same thing. You might run quickly, but you really don’t strike me as a machine.”

Urabe: “Just like you’re all bags of flesh and bone, I’m a layer of synthetic skin covering a metal body. And though I appear human, I assure you I am more than meets the eye.

Haruki(Shiaka): “…Did you seriously just say that?”

Urabe: “Abigale and I got very bored when searching for Verde, and there are far more Transformers shows than you would ever imagine.”

Shiaka(Pas): “I don’t mean to be rude, but… could we see a demonstration of your robotic abilities?”

With a shrug, Urabe gestured the Kurokawas to a less occupied corner of the exhibit. With nobody looking, she held out her hand, causing it to open up, revealing the myriad mechanisms that moved at a rapid pace in perfectly synchronized motions before she produced… a bag of chocolate coins. Her hand sealed itself after the coins were removed from whatever crevice they were stored in and Urabe tossed them at Dia, where they plopped on top of his boobs.

Urabe: “I could show you more, except we’re in public.”

Dia: “Right. And this was the most subtle way you could demonstrate your… powers to us. By throwing candy at my boobs.”

Urabe: “Actually, there is another way I have in mind. You’re all technically minded folks, so… how about it? Do you want to try your hand at being a super-powered robot that’s centuries away from being replicated with your Earth technology?”

Haruki(Shiaka): “…Is that supposed to be a trick question? I know we wanted to do some family bonding, but it’s not every day you get to become a robot! Sign me up!”

Shiaka(Pas): “I know… I’d regret it if I said anything except yes.”

Paz(Haruya): “Well, if you’re offering, how could I refuse?”

Dia: “I get the feeling you’re up to something though… I can’t say I’m not curious.”

Urabe: “That’s four for four, so let’s make it happen!”

Cashing in this offer, Urabe pulled out her VD 2.0 and a shiver went down the spines of the Kurokawas as they suddenly remembered what happened last time they were subjected to Urabe’s whims. However, it was too late. Urabe moved her deft fingers at a blinding speed, matching, if not surpassing, the fastest humans as she prepared the swap the Kurokawas, technically, just agreed to.

Dia rushed at her as he realized what was happening though, as Urabe pushed a button, the action was executed and the five paused for a brief moment. Their sense faded and as they opened them, they were looking back at themselves. …Just not in the way they expected.

Shiaka, Haruki, Daisuke, and Paz were all looking at their prior bodies, all of whom stared directly at them, straight and stiff, their eyes all positioned forward. For a moment, it looked as if their bodies had been put into stasis, only for them to move… in unison. They lifted their arms, touched their faces, and smiled as they looked down at themselves before speaking simultaneously.

???(Shiaka, Haruya, Dia, and Pas): “Verde did say this was an experimental feature for a good reason. It does allow me to inhabit multiple bodies at once, though if I want to fight against the synchronization—”

Daisuke(???): “What the HELL is going on here? Why… why can’t I move?”

Daisuke tried to move something other than his mouth, yet he was unable to, with his eyes even blinking against his will and his body remaining static no matter how much he wanted it to move. As he stared on, he was approached by Dia’s body, who walked while the other bodies remained static. The bodies’ movements were stiff, yet they seemed to smooth out with every passing step.

???(Dia): “I just wanted to try putting my mind in multiple bodies. As a result, you four are stuck in mine. It should be a good bonding exercise for you four, as if you want to move, you’ll need to work together. As for me, I might not have my robotic brain, though with four human minds at my disposal, it should not be—”

Urabe(Haruya): “Too difficult to control them separately.”

Urabe then began moving about the four bodies under her control, having each of them do something different as she got her bearings, adapting to this multi-body control mechanism.

Urabe(Shiaka): “My possible field of vision has increased by four-fold, though the blank areas between are disorientating. Like walking around with your hands between your eyes.”

Urabe(Pas): “No matter. I’ll get used to it sooner or later.”

Urabe(Dia): “If you want to get your bodies back, meet me by car. And don’t worry. My body could survive a bomb, let alone a few falls.”

Urabe(Haruya): “Just try to learn how to stand up, ‘cos you’re gonna need it.”

Urabe(Shiaka): “Laters!”

With each body moving naturally and with their own stride, Urabe left the four Kurokawas in this exhibit as she exited their shared line of sight. As they left, the confusion plaguing the Kurokawa family faded, with anger taking its place.

Haruki(Urabe): “…What in the seven names of fuck just happened?”

Paz(Urabe): “I think we were thrown into Urabe’s idea of a ‘bonding exercise.'”

Daisuke(Urabe): “That would make sense… if not for how our family is as solid as can be. What bonding do we even need to do?

Shiaka(Urabe): “Um, how are we supposed to move this body?”

Paz(Urabe): “Maybe we need to assign someone and let them do their thing?”

Haruki(Urabe): “Shiaka, I choose you! Work those legs, girl!”

With an order from Haruki to move, Shiaka tried to finesse this body she and her family had been thrown into. She tried to move and while she was able to shake things slightly, she could barely a finger, let alone her blazer-clad arm.

Daisuke(Urabe): “Maybe we need to try doing something simultaneously? Everybody, try bringing your right index finger to your nose.”

With this seemingly simple command, the four Kurokawas focused their energy into one action… yet it was actually several actions. It involved moving the fingers on one hand, lifting up an arm, bending it at the elbow, moving the shoulder slightly, and finally bringing a thin object to a small target. It was simple in theory, yet the shared movements of the Kurokawa in Urabe unit were wavering, imprecise, and rather than touch their nose, they wound up poking themselves in their left eye.

Kurokawas(Urabe): “GYA!”

They nearly fell from that unintended impact, yet a conveniently placed wall offered them sufficient support. They swiftly moved their hand away without much coordination and began discussing their next action.

Daisuke(Urabe): “Let… let’s just focus on walking and moving our head around, okay?”

Paz(Urabe): “Agreed.”

Shiaka(Urabe): “Seconded.”

Haruki(Urabe): “Thirded. So, what, are you just going to call what steps we should take and hope we establish a good tempo?”

Daisuke(Urabe): “Does anyone have a better idea than that?”

Shiaka(Urabe): “No Dad.”

Paz(Urabe): “No Dear.”

Daisuke(Urabe): “Then, let’s start by placing our right foot forward… now.”

Their movements were shaky, semi-appropriate for a first step, yet they planted the sole of their flats down without tripping.

Daisuke(Urabe): “Left foot forward!”

With a better grasp of this body’s weight and proportions, the four worked to move their legs forward, intensely focusing on their actions as they clenched their toes and felt the dress flutter with this wider step. This procedure slowly refined itself as they left this little private nook and reached a corner, where they had to change up their tactics with a turn. A simple procedure that required discussion to traverse and four distinct movements. Turn head, move foot one, move foot two, and twist the body before progressing.

Just knowing how to walk and turn, they were able to get through the exhibit, though they had drawn more than a little attention in the process. People were naturally perplexed by the woman who was walking like a robot through this exhibit. One who kept their arms static and unmoving by their side, whose eyes remained staring forward in most instances, and who muttered ‘right, left, right’ every few seconds. It was strange enough to stare at, yet not strange enough for anyone to do anything more than that.

Haruki(Urabe): “Okay, this was kinda cute at first, but can we please stop this? We probably passed 300 steps by this point.”

Paz(Urabe): “We just need to get to the car, which should be…”

Shiaka(Urabe): “Wait, how are we going to get down the stairs?”

Daisuke(Urabe): “We aren’t. There’s an elevator.”

That was Daisuke’s theory at least, yet as the Kurokawa unit reached the ‘blue’ stairs of the building, they were met with a distinct lack of an elevator. Just a set of stairs with a sprinkle of people fluttering up and down.

Haruki(Urabe): “You were saying, Daddy dearest?”

Daisuke(Urabe): “It might be on the other side of the building, let’s turn around and—”

Paz(Urabe): “That would take us a good seven minutes at the rate we’re walking.”

Shiaka(Urabe): “Maybe we can just try the stairs? We’re a robot, and I don’t think we’d break if we fell.”

Daisuke(Urabe): “That would be the fastest option, assuming we can get up after we fall.”

Haruki(Urabe): “Only one way to know!”

The Kurokawas then proceeded to try their luck at using the stairs before them. Two flights that connected the second, third, and fourth floors and served as a major thoroughfare for museum go-ers. With Daisuke instructing the family with every action as they grabbed the railing and tried putting one foot down on the stairs. So far so good, though they were on the third floor, and there were a lot more, harder, steps to get down. Daisuke paused, cautiously considering his words as he prepared for the second step, only for the four to be interrupted by a young woman. A twenty-something Hispanic woman with dark brown hair tucked in a ponytail, wearing a Museum of Science and Industry T-shirt with a dark knee-length skirt. The lanyard over her average-sized boobs indicated she worked here and her name was ‘Juniper Shines.’ She looked down at the cumulative Kurokawas with concern as they tried to walk down the stairs, and immediately offered to help them.

Juniper: “Excuse me Miss, but are you having trouble with the stairs? I saw you shaking earlier and I don’t want you to trip or anything.”

The Kurokawas had blissfully avoided talking to anyone up to this point and with an unavoidable conversation before them, they had to come up with a plan. …So Haruki decided to just start wingin’ this shit.

Haruki(Urabe): “Nah, I’m fine. Just trying to get my bearings as I put one foot in front of the other and walk down the stairs—”

Urabe’s body then fumbled on the next step and fell, though the arm remained locked onto the railing. They were now laying on the stairs, the steps pressing into their back, and poor innocent Juniper’s eyes went wide as she saw this sight.

Juniper: “Oh God! Are you guys okay or—”

The Kurokawas talked over each other as they tried to jump in with an excuse, causing their words to cross into a slurry of sound. At least before Haruki reasserted her dominance with a shout that drew in… everyone’s attention.

Haruki(Urabe): “YEAH, NO, I’M FINE, THANKS!!! Stairs are a complex instrument, but this is nothing I can’t handle, let me just try to stand up. Yep, just gotta send my left arm over to the railing for support, lift myself up, and—”

Rather than get up in a natural humanoid way, Urabe’s body bounced off of the floor and swung up past the railing, where it landed back down on its feet… only to tumble over half a second later. People then stopped looking past her as they walked on by and started staring at Urabe’s body as if it were an attraction.

Haruki(Urabe): “Whoopsie doodle! Lemme try that again and—”

Juniper: “Please! Don’t! You might think you’re fine, but I need to call someone pronto or else—”

Haruki(Urabe): “How about I try letting go of my hands and… rolling down the stairs. Yeah, that should work!”

Juniper: “…W-What? Rolling down the stairs, what are you—”

With Haruki’s vague guidelines, the Kurokawa family complied, letting go of the railing and flopping their body around as it laid on several steps, fumbling down until their entire body was on a single step… and then rolling down them one after another. It looked like something a little kid would do before taking a nasty blow to the head. Museum go-ers got out of the way of the short woman rolling down the stairs, though Juniper was quick to grab the right hand of Urabe’s body.

Juniper: “Is this some sort of performance art piece or some shit? Why are you rolling down—”

Before she could finish, Haruki came back spitting hot fire.

Haruki(Urabe): “Do not criticize how I walk, you ableist bitch! I’m gonna use the stairs the way I want to use them, and that’s by tumbling up and over my ass!”

Further perplexed, Juniper let go of their hand, allowing Haruki(Urabe) to bark another order to her family.

Haruki(Urabe): “Urabe unit, roll out!”

With that, they began to roll down two flights of stairs, while people looked on at the strange girl rolling down the steps with an appropriate amount of confusion. It was a messy, inefficient, and bizarre way to get down a flight of stairs, and it scuffed up the white blazer they were wearing pretty badly, but after a few minutes of rolling, they finally made it.

Daisuke(Urabe): “Okay Haruki, you had your fun. Please let me take control again so we can get out of here without risking further humiliation.”

Haruki(Urabe): “Why do you care if people think Urabe’s a freak who likes rolling down stairs?”

Paz(Urabe): “Daisuke’s just being empathetic…”

Shiaka(Urabe): “That, and I think we’re all pretty frazzled by rolling down stairs.”

Haruki(Urabe): “Fine, fine. Just tell me how we’re supposed to get up.”

A minute later, the Kurokawas had finally gotten off of the well-trodden museum floor and were left looking at the entrance… which was still below another set of stairs, and escalators, and at least 100 meters away. Fortunately, it just involved walking, and despite getting bested by stairs, they could walk across mostly flat terrain okay, and they did.

Sure, going past the escalator required careful timing to not get anything wedged inside the destructive teeth of doom. However, the rest of it was just a lot of walking. They considered trying to run, yet considering the difficulties of getting up and the risk of tripping, they decided to go with the turtle approach. From the second floor, to the entrance, and rather than try the stairs again, they just decided to jump off the stone structure and onto the ground. Sure, they fell, but falling was always on the itinerary regardless of what they did. 

It was a laboriously slow and mentally painful path to get back to where they started, yet there they were, just a few feet away from the car they arrived to get here, and they could see their bodies past the windows. They maintained their slow yet methodical pace as they neared the car… only for it to back out of the parking space and start driving away.

Urabe’s body’s eyes went wide as the Kurokawas witnessed this betrayal of trust, seeing their bodies, their one escape from this hell, zooming away from them. If they wanted to save themselves from this fate, they would need to act fast… so they did.

Paz(Urabe): “…RUN AFTER THEM!!! Right, left, right, left!”

With a rage-filled Paz leading the charge, the Kurokawas’ minds focused as one as they shifted into a sprint and chased down their car, going from 5 kilometers to 10 to over 20 before climbing their way onto the minivan. They knocked on the window, yet that only made the driver, in the body of Dia, hit the gas and zoom above the speed limit. Desperately clinging on the rear windshield wiper, Paz shouted at her family again, ordering them to grab the bars on the roof of the car. With shaky movements, they managed to hoist themselves up, clutching the roof rack for dear life as the car exited 57th Drive and turned left onto Lake Shore Drive.

The minivan easily surpassed 60 kilometers an hour as it caught up to traffic, and all the Kurokawas could do was scream, begging to be set free from this nightmarish predicament.

Haruki(Urabe): “Urabe, you fucking piece of shit fuck-ass fuck-bitch! Give it back! Give me my body back! I did what you told me to do and then some! So stop fucking around and turn us back to—”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Normal! …Wait, what?”

The Kurokawas suddenly found themselves back in the bodies they occupied before being consolidated into a single form. With Dia, Paz(Haruya), Haruki(Shiaka), and Shiaka(Pas) all finding themselves strapped into their seats as the family minivan zoomed across Lake Shore Drive. They took a moment to collectively breathe and adjust to this… before Dia realized he was driving this car and was just a few feet away from colliding with someone in the other lane.

Dia: “Oh shit! I almost hit that guy!”

Paz(Haruya): “We’re all okay though, right? Everybody is back in their bodies and… nobody is just Urabe pretending to be us?”

Shiaka(Pas): “M-Mom! Don’t get an idea like that stuck in my head. I want to trust you guys and—”

Before Shiaka could finish chiding her mother for her paranoid theory, the four all felt something shuffle on the roof of the car, nearly forgetting that Urabe’s body was still on top of them. Dia began looking for a place to pull over and tear her off… only for the four to see Urabe soaring through the sky, propelled by rocket jets coming out from the soles of her shoes. Right as they recognized her, she zoomed off, moving well over 100 kilometers per hour as the Kurokawa family was left driving through traffic.

Haruki(Shiaka): “…She can fly? We could have just flown out the building?”

Paz(Haruya): “I… I guess so?”

Dia: “Somehow, I’m not surprised. I’m not surprised by anything Urabe and her wives do at this point.”

Dia let out a hearty sigh as he adjusted to his body and current position, looking out at the traffic flowing around him before remembering something very important.

Dia: “…Urabe had to swap us back somehow. Do any of you have a VD 2.0?”

Shiaka(Pas): “…Oh, it’s in my lap.”

Dia: “Good. …Haruki, could you look up any good restaurants nearby?”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Heh. Weren’t you just saying you wanted to get home and get back to normal as quickly as possible?”

Dia: “It’ll be over an hour before we can get home, I want to stretch my legs and become myself again, and after everything we went through, I’m hungry.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Fair enough. I could just go to the same place I showed Nazz the other day but… we’re too far away from The Loop. Phone, don’t fail me now!”

Moving her borrowed fingers as fast as she could, Haruki(Shiaka) searched for the restaurants near her while Dia took the first exit off of Lake Shore Drive. It took them a few minutes to get there, and park, though they arrived at a modest restaurant that would be good enough for lunch. Hopping out of the car, Dia stretched out his body and adjusted his borderline lolita dress… before groaning as he realized he would need to be seen in a public eatery wearing something like this.

Dia: “Let’s just hope this doesn’t stay a dress when I turn back to normal. Shiaka, where did you put the device?”

As Dia asked that question, he looked at Pas’s body, yet just from the way they looked at him… he realized Shiaka wasn’t in control anymore. Pas was.

Pas: “Haruki’s holding onto it. Why? You weren’t planning on bailing on our deal, were you?

Dia: “I was Dia during our trip to—”

Pas: “I said during our outing, and even then, you didn’t stay Dia for all of it, now did you?”

Dia shot his wife a disapproving glare… before relenting to her point.

Dia: “Fine. I’ll spend the rest of the day like this.”

Pas: “Good girl!”

Pas then patted Dia on the head, and while he shot her a sour expression as she touched him… he couldn’t hide the fact that he enjoyed headpats on at least some level.

Dia: “L-Let’s just get in and order some food. You can… toy with me when we get home.”

Pas: “What, and waste this opportunity to see you get all fussy in public?”

Dia furrowed with frustration for a moment… before storming off into the restaurant in silence, Pas chuckled as she followed along.

As the parents had their little quarrel, Haruki(Shiaka) and Shiaka(Haruya) both hopped out of the car to follow behind.

Haruki(Shiaka): “Now I really want to know how their date actually went.”

Shiaka(Haruya): “Normally, I’d say to leave them alone… But it’s weird seeing Dad get frazzled like this.”

Haruki(Shiaka): “I’m sure if I gave Terra a little bit of leverage, she’d let a couple deets slip.”

Shiaka(Haruya): “Sis, she’s 11. Just let her be… and is there any reason why we’re still swapped?”

Haruki(Shiaka): “Because you agreed to give me a full day as Shiaka, and I’m not gonna give that up. In fact, just for security, lemme…”

As she spoke to herself, Haruki(Shiaka) took the VD 2.0 from her hand and plopped it between her cleavage, just barely hiding it and making her boobs look even bigger on her frame.

Haruki(Shiaka): “And it’s staying there unless you want to be outed as a pervert in public, onii-san!”

With a skip and a twirl, Haruki(Shiaka) frolicked into the restaurant before her, leaving Shiaka(Haruya) to go in after her own body. She let out a pleasant sigh at this display and looked down at herself, clenching her hands while looking down at her flat chest and smiling. 

Haruki(Shiaka): “This is one bizarre summer… and it just keeps getting weirder.”

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Part 5: Diamond is Not Crash

Date: Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Time: 22:15
Location: The Kurokawa Residence

After going out to lunch, returning home, and going through the rest of the day in relative calm, Dia and Pascal were both preparing for bed. With Pascal switching into a T-shirt and shorts, while Dia was wearing nothing but a panty, going through a closet that just refused to give him ‘something simple.’

Dia: “Somehow, I forgot that ‘Dia’ doesn’t have a single basic thing to wear. I guess I’ll just take an undershirt and underwear and sleep in that.”

Pas: “Sleep? I wouldn’t be worrying about that quite yet, Dearie.”

Dia: “…The day’s over though. It’s already past 22:00, so—”

Pas then walked over to Dia, planting a hand on his head, lightly ruffling up his flowing dark hair.

Pas: “I want to do it with you again. Sober. And I think, deep down, you want to do it too.”

Dia’s mind flashed to their alleyway sex on June 20th. He was drunk, yet in the past few days, the memories surfaced, and as he remembered that, he felt his bare nipples grow erect, like a stiff breeze just brushed past them. Pas could not ignore this— how could anyone with a pair of breasts so magnanimous?

Dia: “You’ve already pushed me into spending a full day as Dia! At least let me sleep in peace and—”

Before he could finish speaking, Pas wrapped her arm around Dia and leaned down to kiss him on the lips. He flinched as Pas’s trim beard brushed against his skin and his mouth was invaded. While he jittered… he did not push her away either. Pas released him a few seconds later, and he looked up at her with a conflicted expression.

Pas: “Dia, it’s cute how you keep trying to make yourself look like a big girl, keep trying to act like you’re above it all, but you just need to be honest about yourself. I know you can get into the role when it calls for it, and while you might not have a script for Dia, I know you have the chops to improvise. So, for me, just try a little bit more. …Here, let me help.”

Grabbing her husband’s tiny shoulders, Pas spun Dia around, making him face the bedroom mirror, forcing him to stare into his beautiful blue eyes. At his face that, even without the layer of light makeup he wore, still made him look far younger than he really was. At the hair that pillowed past his shoulders, splitting off and onto his large breasts. At the way his form narrowed and flared at enticing intervals. He was no longer a tall, strong man, but a short, sexy lady. 

If he was a taller woman, if he was as tall as he was when residing within Raiyne’s body, he would of course fall into a familiar strong, dominant role. Thinking back, that was partially why he was able to wear her body with such comfort. Dia did not look like that… yet did that mean he was submissive, that he was weak? No. Dia was a body, but a body does not dictate one’s strength. He knew that very well. Strength… was a choice.

On June 20th, he was the one who instigated things with Pas. Today, he was the one leading the charge when they were in Urabe’s body. Did he want to be pampered, to be catered to, or to lead? 

He felt his heart race as Pas gently rubbed his shoulders, slightly sore from lugging around his boobs all day. He could not deny that there was a part of him that enjoyed being pampered, yet… that also did not mean he needed to sacrifice something in kind. True strength comes from within, and while he might look weak, might look submissive… that did not mean he had to be. Just because he was a woman, that did not mean he had to conform to every part of that role. And as he looked at Pas’s smile, then at his own resting face, the dynamic of ‘Dia’ and ‘Pas’ finally clicked within him.

Dia: “Oh… Oh. I think I see it now. I think I see how this ‘Dia’ woman should be.”

Pas: “Really?! Could… Could you show me?”

Dia: “With pleasure, my husband. But first, let me unwrap you.”

With a newfound conviction, Dia pushed his spouse onto the bed and began to strip his body. Pas’s form was thin, teetering around average, yet that did not stop Dia from lifting off Pas’s shirt with a vigor, exposing her chest, still bearing a light tan from their day at the beach. It was scrawny enough for Dia to plainly see the impressions in the rib cage, yet it was not meant to be the main attraction. That honor went to what laid between her pants, forming a tiny, yet noticeable, tent in her shorts. Gripping the briefs and shorts with a single motion, Dia shoved them down, revealing the… modest prize. Pas was neither a grower nor a shower and her dick was only four inches long. Below average. Dia had known this after spending time in Pas’s body… yet his memories of their last date night was enough to reassure him that this was enough.

The next question was what would Dia do with the dick before him and as he looked down on it, seeing it past his hanging breasts, he snickered, and took action. With Pas already in an opportune position and her penis pointing to the sky, Dia gently lowered his breasts onto it, locking it between them. Pas squirmed as the soft warm mounds immersed his penis completely, fully hiding the head behind their skin. 

Pas: “W-Whoa, you’re really going all out—”

Dia: “Think of this as a warm-up. If I have tits big enough to do this, I may as well give it a try. …Unless you have any objections?”

Pas shook her head rapidly in response, and Dia proceeded to do everything he could to stimulate the rod lodged in her breasts. Motion was the key, pressure was vital, and while Dia found himself overwhelmed with his boobs at first, he slowly figured out how he was supposed to move them. What type of movements elicited the best reaction from Pas. And how… it actually felt pretty good from his end. It made sense, as while the skin wasn’t that sensitive beyond the nipples and areolas, Dia was still just caressing himself while rubbing against something hot and throbbing. 

Dia smiled as he lost himself in this experience, humming slightly while swaying his hips gently, occasionally taking a glance up at Pas’s satisfied mug, and shutting his eyes as he felt the totality of his form. It was a glorious little moment… and then he was thrust back into reality when Pas made a grunting sound and he felt something… wet flow through his boobs. Releasing Pas’s penis, Dia looked down at the white spunk that painted his boobs, and quickly grabbed a tissue to dab it away.

Dia: “Heh. That was fast.”

Pas: “Y-Yeah, sorry about that. …Um, is that it, or—”

Dia: “Of course not! I know you’d give me hell if I didn’t go all the way, and… well, just look down.”

Pas’s eyes lingered on Dia’s erect nipples for a second before finally drifting down to his abdomen and the panty he was still wearing. Just from a cursory glance, it was clear that he was wet. Dia then slowly pulled off the panty, turning around to show off his perky ass to Pas before revealing his sex, already doused. 

Dia: “All I needed was to find my role… and I think I found it. Thanks to you.”

Dia climbed onto Pas as the two wiggled up the bed. With Pas being shorter than Daisuke, they had plenty of room to work with, and wasted no time before beginning the main event. As Pas rested on his back, Dia prepared to plant himself on top of him… only for Pas to grab his hand.

Pas: “I appreciate the effort, but I don’t think I can just lay back and let you fuck me. You already showed me your love… now let me show you mine.”

After a momentary pause, Dia lowered his guard, presenting his body before Pas and allowing her to initiate things. Memories of their last time like this reassured him that this would not end badly, and just as he took a calming breath, Pas went on the prowl, wrapping herself around Dia, and jamming her bearded face into his. Her hands clenched his boobs, and she wasted little time before thrusting herself into him. Dia let out a squeal as their sexes merged, and wrapped his tiny hands around Pas.

They had had body swapped sex enough times for them to effortlessly fall into their designated roles, and despite his reservations with this body just earlier today, Dia made the most of his form. Slamming his hips side to side and bouncing his perky ass as he twirled Pas’s little dick inside him. Pressing his boobs against her chest, brushing the soft chest hairs against his wide areolas. And discarding any inhibition as he allowed himself to squeak and squeal with no filter. 

While Pas’s face was locked into a perpetual grin as she sent her hands across Dia, embracing him with her arms that, while not muscular, were stronger than anything she ever had with her usual body. The sheer difference in size and strength alone was enough to fill her with desire, and her choice in partner only drove her further. It was one thing to have sex with herself, or with an acquaintance. Yet, it was something else entirely to do it with a prettier version of the man she loved.

As their climax came, the two slowly detached from one another, and laid together, their bodies on top of the sheets. Sweat covered their forms, wet, hot juices coated their genitals, heavy breaths escaped their mouth, and satisfaction filled their minds.

Pas: “So, are you finally okay with being Dia?”

Dia: “What would you do if I said no?”

Pas: “I’d call you a liar.”

Dia: “I’m okay with it. I’d even say I like it. I’m still Daisuke above all else. And going forward, please don’t push me into this if I don’t want to.”

Pas: “Fine, fine. I won’t. I’m just glad you finally figured out who Dia is supposed to be.”

Dia: “Same here. Now I know what role to play. …Anyway, after all this craziness today, I’m beat. Good night, Pas.”

Pas: “Good night, my sweet little Dear.”

With a final kiss, the two tucked themselves into their sheets and fell asleep, finally bringing this awkward week-long scuffle to an end.

With Dia finally accepting her TransSex self… there was only one problem case remaining.

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The Posse Logs: My Sensational Summer Vacation Diary

In order to ‘keep things spicy’ Verde put in another offer for the ‘available’ members of the Swap Posse to spend their day in another body. Of these numbers, only nine accepted, with the rest having other plans. The reasons why these nine agreed to this swap are deliberately undocumented.

Jade(Caroline): “Today I realized just how different things might have been if Caroline discovered the VD and showed it to me. If Maxxie hadn’t come over in November, I would have probably tried swapping with her. We swapped while shopping on June 9th, but that was just for a few hours. While we were out. This was the first time I spent a proper day in my mother’s body and it was… strange. I thought I knew her body well just from growing up with her, though being inside it felt slightly different than I expected. A bit colder, a bit softer, and like my body in a way I can’t really pinpoint. I guess it makes sense, as I have half her DNA after all.”

“Anyway, we decided to spend a day out given the ‘opportunity.’ Going to our usual stores, taking care of a few errands she had been putting off, with me being the ‘mom’ in every situation. …Including driving. I didn’t know how to drive last month but, like Terra told me, driving skills are apparently part of this extended body swap thing. She said it was part of teaching me how to be an adult, and I guess that is true. I have always lived a pretty sheltered life. Though, this was a bit much for me to adapt to. I won’t say I ‘learned how to act like a 35-year-old woman’ though I definitely got more comfortable acting like my mother than I… ever expected.”

Maxxie(Bern): “Not gonna lie, when I saw what Babs’s TS form was like, I was straight up pissed. She got to be this sexy-ass dude, while I was stuck being chubby. Well, I finally got to get my teeth into this sexy man nugget, and this shit is nice! I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I did what Shiaka did yesterday. Hit the town, go on a couple errands Babs gave me, get some better clothes for this hot little number, and see what I could do in the home gym. It turns out, a lot! From the handsome face, the tough-ass body, and the huge dick, this body is everything I wanted my boy mode to be! I actually hit up Verde to ask her about changing it and… she finally gave up, saying she’d come up with something… in two weeks. Too late, but whatever, I can go that long without boymoding.”

“To top up on this win, I decided to aim for another goal. A sexual goal! …Shame that didn’t work out as planned. Zoe(Maxxie) wasn’t DTF, and despite giving her grief at dinner, Jade(Caroline) didn’t want to fuck in her mom’s body. Which… I get, but come on, just let degeneracy reign supreme. God— Verde— murdered her parents and raped the only woman who cared about her, so what good are bullshit morals?”

Zoe(Maxxie): “After everything involving my father coming back to life, I used today as an opportunity to clean up on my analysis work. Vivi and I had tried working on it when we could, but today was the first one where I was able to dedicate most of my time to this project. Bizarrely, I believe it was because of Maxxie’s body. Her ‘natural energy’ can be honed in and focused, not surprising considering her artistic talents, and I was able to get a reliable template established. Admittedly, I did not do much beyond that. I didn’t even go back to my body when going back home for dinner. Though, I did make sure to end the day by exploring this body sexually, as I know she would be offended if I did not. It was good, as expected, though I’m certain that Nazz heard me while I was in my room. I know he won’t judge me— he cannot after what he did— though I don’t want to earn a reputation as a pervert.”

Shiaka(Haruya): “I think being Zoe for a few days really skewed my perception on male bodies. When I’m in a male body that doesn’t seem tall, strong, or that masculine, it feels strange. When I was in… Pascal’s body, I had a beard that reminded me of the fact I was a man, and while I felt tall by proxy with my family, I felt short when around others. At least my TransSex body is average height. While Haruya’s body is shorter and instead of having muscle, it only has a modest gut. I can see why Haruki was jealous of my male body after spending some time in hers, and while Haruki’s body is cozy with its mild plumpness, this one just isn’t. It also is far from a bad body, though I’d struggle to really think of many positives I could say about it. …Not that I would ever want to say that to her directly.”

Terra(Zoey): “Of all the bodies I could have been swapped into, I was not expecting to become Zoey of all people. …And I did not expect to like this body. Zoey is half a meter taller than me and is stronger than any body I have ever been in. As an adult or teen, I normally feel stronger, but Zoey’s body is just… crazy. I feel like I can do anything, reach anything, and while running, I was worried I might hurt myself by moving so fast. Having a body like this, that is so strong, so tall, and still manages to feel so good is something I didn’t know was even possible and… it’s pretty scary. I kept worrying that I would break something, hurt myself, though… there was something funny about looking down on everyone, on being able to do crazy good numbers in the pool. I can definitely see why people were talking about it so highly on Telegram. …It really leaves me confused on what I actually want. This entire thing is starting to feel like a future body tour. And the more options I try, the less certain I become.”

Vivi(Raiyne): “Well, this is an upgrade over yesterday. I can’t say that I ever thought Raiyne was a ‘hot teacher’ though ever since I saw her in that bikini, I’ve seen her in a different light. I realized that she was just dressing down and trying to look non-sexual. However, I didn’t really have much that I wanted to do in her body. Sure, it was weird being seen as a mature adult woman instead of just some kid, except I don’t care about what randos think. So I tried to act like a single 30-something English teacher and read… before remembering why I hated reading from paper books. Because justified margins are a technical limitation that should have been abandoned decades ago.”

“I didn’t have much else to do, and I couldn’t run shit on her government issued laptop, so I hung out with Tony for most of the day. We went out to do whatever. People thought I was his mom when we had dinner. And after all was said and done… he asked me to do some role playing as a teacher who was giving a student private lessons during the summer. It was corny, but an excuse to use my ‘rusty yet sharp’ acting chops. …And the sex was pretty good.”

Tony: “I woke up… and realized this was the last day I’d be in this body for ‘my week as Tony.’ I had a lot of questions about how this whole thing would be undone. Would my parents get pissed at me for taking it easy the past few days? Would they forget that I helped Dad on Father’s Day? Would I still have the Xbox in my bedroom? I guess I’ll just need to wake up to find out. No matter what though, I wanted to make today a good day, so I spent most of it chilling. Hitting up the pool first thing in the morning, hanging out with Vivi(Raiyne) and doing whatever seemed cool. Stuffing my face with a big-ass steak. And doing part two for last night’s role play. Except I was the student this time, and Vivi was the teacher. I never thought I was into this story-driven sex stuff… but it’s fun!”

Gem(Terra): “Oh, what a glorious day indeed! Age play is truly one of the biggest allures of the VD 2.0 device, yet I have scantily been permitted its use, and today I was granted an opportunity to go back to childhood, this time as a girl! I was eager to make the most of it, and none of the ‘adults’ gave me more than an iota of bother! Fortuitously, my lack of preemptive pontifications was not a persistent bane, as I was able to merrily play with two other girls, Evelyn and Nina, and just when I thought the day would grow dull, I was summoned to play in a baseball game. They had high hopes for me and I promptly… shattered them. Sports were never my forte, and being in another body only worsened things. Oh well! At least it blossomed into a story to tell!”

Caroline(Jade): “I feel like I mothered Jade a bit too much after my divorce. I wanted to take care of her, make her life better, and reclaim my sense of responsibility after living in fear for so many years. However, I was already a mother of a two-year-old when I was her age, and I wanted to help her grow into an adult. …I just didn’t expect her to be me while doing it. Luckily, Jade did a good job imitating her momma. It was a lot of simple things. Just shopping, talking to a few people, and leading the way through a store, but I was still proud of her! As for me, it was… surreal being Jade. I think nearly every parent has a very… complete idea of what their child looks like, yet I could not say the same about Jade.”

“Ever since Jade’s transformation, I’ve had to adjust my mental image of her, and while I knew exactly what she looked like, there was always some… mystery to her body. I don’t feel bad saying that I took some time just looking over it, seeing what it was like from every angle, and what changed with her transformation. Before that, I saw a lot of Jade’s father in her, and now, well, I should be seeing myself in her, and while that is true for the face, it is not true for certain things. Namely, the chest. I don’t know how she wound up so flat-chested, but I guess I never met anyone from Bryce’s family.”

Raiyne(Vidkun): “After today, I am certain that I am being sexually punished by Verde and Abigale. And I don’t know why. First, they alter my memories with that of another world. Then they throw me into a world of surreal insanity. Then they steal my virginity. And after I try to escape from the world of sex, they throw me into the deep end, unable to control myself. Abigale herself called me and said I must act like Vidkun, or she would make me. So, I did. I did not want to evoke her ire any further. What did that mean? Play video games and masturbate pretty much.”

“I didn’t grow up with video games beyond Caroline’s Nintendo and didn’t really play any until I bought a DS, hoping it would help me better connect to my students. So when I was given Vidkun’s massive collection of systems and PCs, I was just out of my depth. I wound up asking Vivi for help, and she recommended an ‘RPG’ that didn’t require any arcade reflexes. I found its blend of narrative and mathematical systems to be an odd choice, though I kept playing, watching the story escalate as the gameplay grew more challenging and complex, yet as time went on, I started developing urges. …Urges triggered by the scantily dressed cartoon women in the game.”

“I was aroused. And seeing as how Vidkun had the largest penis I had ever seen, I physically could not ignore it. I wound up masturbating and… I would rather not say how many times I did that. Or how… powerful the highs were. I was in what was ultimately the body of one of my students, stroking their giant penis into a little plastic bag, and loving every second of it. …And that’s how my day went. I jerked off, played a video game until I was horny enough for another round, and then I went back to gaming. …At this rate, I’m not even sure if I can be a teacher by the end of summer.”

Babs(Gem): “So, people were telling me that Gemma looks like a younger version of me, and feels like a younger version of me. I actually ran into her when she was in the bath and… yeah, no, my boobs and hips were not that wide when I was a teen. Most of my curves came in my late 20s and early 30s. As a body though? Yeah, it’s pretty sexy, it’s young and I can do specific things a bit faster in it, the virality of youth and all that jazz. Though I switched to Gem after a while and… being Gem just feels so weird.”

“I keep on feeling like I need to complicate my speech patterns and feel… not fat, but definitely big. He’s actually a pretty cute guy now that I got to stare at his mug in the mirror for a bit, and I can see why Ken was into his body two weeks ago. It’s not super fit like Zoe or something, but it is… comfy. Also, I should throw in that I had sex with Ken(Elly) and Elly(Ken) tonight. Technically marking the first time I had sex with them. I kept on resisting, pointing out how I’m still their employee, but… I’ve known them for 18 years, and I wanted to try a threesome as a guy.”

Ken(Elly): “I’m starting to think that it’s easier to focus on my work as Elly than myself. As Ken, I have the luxury to goof around, people expect me to act a bit aloof, and, being me, I feel like I should be aloof! But as Elly, when I hear her voice from my mouth, I just click right into action, and get shit done! I would never suggest a swap lasting more than a week, maybe a month, though… I think being Elly makes even the mundane things fun!”

Elly(Ken): “I’m starting to think that the real best part of swapping with Ken at work isn’t getting to be him, take things easier, and be the more casual one. It’s seeing Ken’s excellent rendition of myself. I can really tell he loves me with all the effort he puts into being me, and he’s only gotten better. If he keeps this up, I might even start forgetting which one I’m supposed to be! No, no. I shouldn’t even joke about that. Playing pretend is part of the fun of our little dynamic, and if we lost track of that, it wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

Nazz: “Uh, okay, what am I supposed to say? I went to work, did shit for Ken and Elly, who I think were swapped, but they’re so good at this shit that I can’t even tell anymore. And then I went back home to spend more time with Liang and Zoe. Well, Zoe was in Maxxie’s body for whatever reason, but sure. Maxxie’s kind of a… Oh. According to these new memories, that word is offensive, so I shouldn’t say it. Point is, that girl is eccentric, and it’s bloody bizarre seeing Zoe wear her body like that. Beyond that crap… Liang and I are still working out whatever our relationship is now, and I’m just glad we get to spend so much time together. Some might say too much, but they haven’t been nursing a hole in their heart for 13-fucking-years after their life partner DIED!”

Liang: “I’m learning so much every day that, frankly, my head’s starting to hurt. So much information, so many changes, and all in what should be a relatively short time. I guess that’s a good thing. It means the world is changing, that society is evolving, and I’m pretty damn happy where it is now. Most ‘men out of time’ don’t really have that impression. They are depicted as guys who hate the future and think about everything that was lost. Because it’s a lot harder to make a story where the future’s just good and everybody is better off. Ah, but I’m rambling. Everything is good for me. I’m happy to be in this world, happy to spend so much time with Nazz and Zoe, though… I am getting curious about the other people they keep telling me about. I probably lost all my friends from Zeta Realty, so I gotta make some new ones, eventually!”

Dia: “…I think I wound up forgetting about the whole Urabe thing part way through the day. Maybe I just wanted to not believe that was possible. Or think about the horrific ramifications that could have plagued us if we didn’t swap back. Say what you will about a body swap, but we could keep on living in another body. I’m not sure if I could live in a shared body though. …What the hell am I saying? I learned about this, what, two and a half weeks ago, and now I’m just casually running through scenarios like that? I guess it is just a sign of how much I’ve accepted this. And after today… I’m not sure what else is there to accept. Gods, robots, resurrections, rewritten histories, alternate universes, body swapping, spontaneous sex transformations, and I guess magic too, because how else is this possible?”

Paz: “I feel bad for pushing Dia around so much, yet I could not bear to see Daisuke, a man who prided himself so much on his strength, fearing a part of himself so much. I know I was pushy, that I was a bitch, in a lot of what I did, and now, he’s accepted it. …Gosh, I sound like I’m talking about a fear or weakness and not an alter ego formed by a magical machine. …And I’m making it sound like I was truly altruistic in my actions, when I wasn’t. I wanted to make love to Dia, and pushed him to fulfill my fantasy. I feel bad just saying that, and I know I’m going to get worse over time. I was never a prude— Haruki is one of my daughters— though I feel like I’ve fallen far over the past few weeks. Ten days ago, I felt bad for getting horny around Gem when he was in my body. And just tonight, I was imagining just what sort of kinky things Dia and I could get up to with a few friends.”

Haruki: “I seriously gotta ask Verde if she can throw in some sort of copy functionality, because while I wouldn’t want to live as it 24/7, being a skinny little blonde girl with huge titties is dope! At this point, I’ve made it clear that I’m straight jelly about Shi-Shi’s blondeness and booby-ness, and actually struttin’ them out in a public place for a few hours taught me that, yeah, they are that great! Blonde hair draws the eye better than boring black or brown, and everybody— especially straight women— love titties. Just being able to look like that and be seen as a hot bitch was some hot shit, and I know people kept on looking. Tweens on the cusp of puberty looked at me with lust-envy, pervy grandpas were checking me out, self-defined bitches were looking at me with hate-envy. Also, while I love being my usual size, it’s nice to strip that away and feel like you weigh nothing at all. So yeah, Shi-Shi’s body’s a 10/10-er for me. Would buy myself a copy if I could!

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Verde’s Doohickey 2.0 Main Page

Act 1: SwitchY Swap
May 16th: Prom Pomf Pomf Preview
May 29th: Enter Verde’s Doohickey 2.0
May 30th: Let’s Get Swappin’
May 31st: Flare Family Fiasco
June 1st: Graduation Day
June 2nd: The Kurokawa ‘Sisters’
June 3rd: My Day As Zoe Xing
June 4th: Love in Seoul
June 5th: Sister Mother and Sister Daughter
June 6th: Back 2.0 Basics
June 7th: Assembling the Posse
June 8th: Anita Neukar in… Vivi Gaimz
June 9th: Mother Daughter Heart-2.0-Heart
June 10th: Daisuke and Paz in… Wacked Up Wednesday
June 11th: VAG Swap
June 12th: Terra’s Tomorrow
June 13th: Haruki’s Birthday Bash

Act 2: CHAOTIC CHANGES
June 14th: Jade and the Kuro Abigale Quinlans
June 15th: Aku_Mako’s E3 2015 Rundown – Day Zero
June 16th: Transform Sex Power
June 17th: Erotic Blitz
June 18th: An Evening At The Local Water Park
June 19th: Date Night Cubed
June 20th: Chicago Diamond Symphonia
June 21st: The Father’s Day Resurrection Special
June 22nd: Nazz and Liang Do Flare Industries
June 23rd: The Kurokawa Family Visits the Museum of Science and Industry
June 24th: Whatever Happened to… Yuccot Kikansky?
June 25th: A World Where The Gamers Won
June 26th: Bond Xing
June 27th: SSS – Sizzling Sexual Summer
June 28th: Lesbians 2.0 Gay Boys
June 29th: Caroline and Raiyne’s Cabin Logs