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 24th: Whatever Happened to… Yuccot Kikansky?
Part 1: Get It Back!
Date: Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Time: 12:17
Location: Lincoln Park, Chicago
At the start of the lunch rush, the L wasn’t quite as crowded as it usually was, but it was still pretty damn crowded. With people of all sorts and ages plopped on tiny plastic seats covered by a thin strip of cloth, trying to position themselves so they weren’t rubbing shoulders with the stranger next to them. Still, it was about the fastest and cheapest way to get through the city.
In any train car, there were dozens of stories to tell, but amongst all the unfamiliar faces, there was one that stood out. The face of a bitter-looking young man, clad in a white dress shirt and dress pants, impatiently shifting in his seat. His dirty blonde hair was short, his complexion pinkish and pale, his face rendered uneven by acne scars, he barely stood above 160 centimeters, and despite being fresh out of high school, he was already obese. His name was Yuccot Kikansky, yet he seemed far more… determined than he ever was before. He sat alone in a corner seat, looking out a window, counting down the blocks until he reached his destination.
Yuccot was the first one off the train as it crawled into Fullerton and the first one to leave the station behind. The streets of Lincoln Park sprawled before him and he immediately made his way to his destination. He walked the streets with a level of familiarity, barely paying attention to any of the buildings or landmarks, and even less attention to the people who passed by him. While his walk itself was… off. He moved as if he was too big for his frame …or maybe he just needed to take a shit.
He continued down this path for several blocks, long enough for his face to morph into a scowl, and long enough for his white shirt to become stained with sweat that drizzled down from his pits. Still, he did not slow his pace, he kept going past the DePaul campus and up to a three-story house located just a few blocks away. A home that looked more modern and put-together than those next to it, at the risk of breaking away from the aesthetics of the neighborhood. He stared at it with contempt, as if the house had personally wronged him, before pulling out a lone key from his pocket.
Huffing as he climbed up the steps, Yuccot unlocked the door and was met with the sight of a dark home. The curtains were drawn, none of the lights were on, and his face twitched as an unpleasant odor graced his nose. He could hear the sound of a television, its volume loud enough to make him wince. With a destination, he traipsed through a room as quietly as he could and Yuccot reached what, or rather who, he was looking for.
Before him he saw a woman with a light brown complexion, looked to be in her 40s, with black hair that reached past her shoulders. Her body, just barely taller than his, was on the more curvaceous end, and rather than leave any of that to Yuccot’s imagination… it was on full display. She was wearing nothing but a stained sports bra, her body haphazardly splayed on a sofa, with one hand in a bag of Fritos and the other gripping a vibrator she was jamming into her pussy.
Food wrappings, plastic soda bottles, and miscellaneous trash laid haphazardly, clashing with the carefully chosen decorum and tchotchkes that filled the room. All while the smell of something rotten blared through Yuccot’s nose. Despite being in a burgeoning pigsty, this woman looked like she was having the time of her bloody life. So engrossed in herself that she took several seconds before actually noticing Yuccot… and another five seconds to turn her vibrator off and pause the TV.
Desi Woman: “Oh, shit! How the fuck did you get in?”
Yuccot: “What the hell are YOU doing to my body, you reprehensible bastard!”
From that alone, things finally started making sense.
Yuccot(???): “Uh, hello? Last I checked, I am Indira Ingle, rich cunt extraordinaire! While you are Yuccot Kikansky, a sad little bitch who never amounted to shit. Or do you need to get that through your thick head?”
Indira(Yuccot): “Just because you look like me, that doesn’t mean you are me! You can’t live my life, you don’t have the slightest clue what I do—”
Yuccot(Indira): “Pediatrician!”
Indira(Yuccot): “I’m a pathologist! You made me miss an entire week of work, and you… where do I even begin?!”
Indira(Yuccot)’s eyes then scanned closer to what should be her body. The hair was a mess, clearly unwashed or improperly washed. It was greasy, filled with split ends, and hadn’t seen any attempt at styling it. She could tell from sight alone that her body had put on weight, but given the sloven way Yuccot(Indira) conducted himself, she could not tell by how much. And as she scanned the room, she saw the remnants of a McMoe bag, along with a tiny cardboard box claiming it contained a hamburger.
Indira(Yuccot): “You… did you eat meat? Did you eat beef?”
Yuccot(Indira): “Yeah, the fuck you gonna do about it?”
Indira(Yuccot): “I… I told you! I said that I’m a vegetarian, that no matter what, you could not eat meat! In just one week— in ONE WEEK— you managed to do so much damage! It would be one thing if you just stayed here and wasted time watching TV, but you did all this! As a teenage boy, I knew you’d get curious at some time. I accepted that you would do… that. But you… you are just a monster!”
Yuccot(Indira): “I’m a monster? Bitch, I could have strutted outside, buck-fuck naked, and let a bunch of dudes at DePaul run a train on me, and film that shit! I could have bought a gun and murdered some fuck. I could have burned this fucking house down! Yet you say I’m a monster?”
Indira(Yuccot): “Are you truly that dense? Do you not understand the idea of common decency? I just wanted you to not make a travesty of my house or my body, and you fucked that up!”
Rather than reply with words, Yuccot(Indira) pulled a phone from off the sofa, jamming a greasy thumb on the screen to unlock it. A moment later, he turned it to Indira(Yuccot), where the numbers 911 had already been entered on the keypad.
Yuccot(Indira): “Get the fuck out of here, or I’ll call the police. And you’ll be—”
As Yuccot(Indira) flaunted this over India(Yuccot), she smacked the phone out of his hand, where it landed on the floor. Out of reach, but unharmed.
Indira(Yuccot): “Is it even possible for you to explain yourself?”
Yuccot(Indira): “Yeah! I got the chance to escape from my shitty-ass life and I took it. So fuck off and accept reality! I don’t know how this happened, and I don’t fucking care! All I know is that I came up on top, and now I’m gonna enjoy this life for as long as I can!”
With his callous disregard established, Yuccot(Indira) grabbed a PlayStation 4 controller from an end table near the couch, its buttons and sticks covered in grease. He attempted to switch over to another input on the TV before him, only for Indira(Yuccot) to plant herself in front of the TV.
Indira(Yuccot): “Yuccot, do you know what I do for a living? I help people. Every day, I look over tissue samples for dozens of people. Patients could have life-threatening diseases, and I’m the one who spots them. I’m the only pathologist at the lab, and without me, the slides are just piling up and up, and people are left waiting, wondering if they have something that could bring their life to a premature end. I don’t like taking any days off because I don’t want them to worry, and—”
Yuccot(Indira): “What the fuck am I supposed to do about that? I can’t read that shit! I don’t know how to be a paleontologist! I can’t help you, I can’t do shit, so lemme just waste my life eating good food, doing fun shit, and not worrying about shit I can’t fucking do and don’t fucking care about! Piss off and get the fuck outta here!”
Indira(Yuccot): “You could try something— anything— but instead, you are doing nothing! You are destroying the life I built up over 46 years! I have tried. Ever since I landed in your… disgusting body, I have tried every day and night to find some way out! But… nothing. This is not a problem I can solve. There is no literature I can reference. Nobody I could reach out for help—”
Whatever composure Indira(Yuccot) had been hanging onto collapsed as she said that. She fell to her knees, onto the floor, and as she curled her ‘disgusting’ body into a ball, she sobbed. Crying, screaming, clawing at her head in sheer frustration while her words became a slurry of anger, regret, and loathing. She wanted out. She wanted what she worked for. Yet, she was stuck. Stuck as an almost high school dropout with a body that got tired walking a little over a kilometer.
Yuccot(Indira): “I didn’t try, because I knew it was a waste of time. I’m sorry that you hate my body, but you’re stuck with it. Maybe you can put in effort and make it work or some shit.”
While Indira(Yuccot) was crying her soul out, Yuccot(Indira) sounded like he barely knew what emotions were as he spoke. He then plopped off of the sofa, grabbing the fallen phone, and showed the screen to Indira(Yuccot) yet again.
Yuccot(Indira): “You’re either getting out of here on your own, or in a police car. Your pick, bitch.”
With eyes stained with tears and a face redder than ever, Indira(Yuccot) stormed off, stomping her feet with the weight of the almost 90 kilogram frame she wore. She took one last look at her home as she neared the door, photographing it in her mind’s eye, before leaving. Leaving her home. Leaving her body. And leaving her life.
Indira(Yuccot) slowly walked down the steps of what should be her home. Her eyes shut as she suppressed the tears. Her hands clenched into fists. And her soul remained locked within a prison with no hope of escape.
Indira(Yuccot): “Even if I found a way to switch back, there’s no guarantee that he would go along with it. With someone like him… my fate was sealed from the very beginning.”
The sweet lies that she muttered were her attempt to numb the pain, but her steps were still heavy, and despite her best efforts, tears were trickling down her face yet again.
Indira(Yuccot) lumbered herself forward despite her overbearing sorrow, and while she knew she should just head back to the train, she didn’t have a fraction of the conviction she had just a few minutes ago. Instead, she slithered off into the nearest alley, hiding behind a dumpster, plopping her ass on a concrete slab. It was a disgusting place, but it seemed appropriate. Everything about her body was disgusting.
She brushed a hand against her coarse cheeks, cushioned by a layer of fat and lathered with lukewarm sweat. She looked down at the protruding gut that she stuffed away in presentable clothes, yet nothing about her looked presentable from this angle. Her hands felt thick, stubby, and imprecise, as if her hands had melded with several layers of latex gloves in a grotesque concoction. And the less she had to think about that sweat-drenched thing dangling from the bottom of her abdomen, the better.
Indira(Yuccot): “Of all the people this could happen to, why me… and why you?”
Pounding her teeth against her tongue and contorting herself in a fetal position, Indira(Yuccot) offered herself the opportunity to release the wretched emotions filled within her body. Sorrow heightened by anger, laced with fear and regret, manifested as a guttural sob.
Part 2: How Did This Happen?
…How could this happen to me? Was it something I did? If so… how could anything I do warrant such a punishment? Everything that I did, everything that I strived for, gone in a moment.
It happened a week ago. Wednesday, June 17th. I left the lab and went to grab lunch. Normally I try to bring lunch with me, and I wish I had that day. One moment, I was on my way to grab something quick and easy, and the next, I was walking in the complete opposite direction. Everything felt wrong, it felt heavier, and even my mouth felt different. It didn’t take me long before I turned around and saw myself staring back at me. I screamed, my body screamed, and it didn’t take us long to work out what happened. I had switched bodies with a complete stranger on the street. I wanted to panic, but I had learned from experience that raw panic never gets anything done. I needed to act if I wanted to get anything done, and I did.
I dragged this kid back to my home and demanded he explain himself to me. He was rude, but I was far from a paragon. I was beyond bitter. I was convinced he had stolen my body for some nefarious purpose and put all the blame on him. He called me a bitch, a cunt, and slurs I’d rather not repeat as he professed his innocence, and insulted me with every other sentence. He was angry, I was angry, and the only thing that brought me a modicum of peace was knowing my family was away. That my children were over a hundred miles away and my husband was on the other side of the planet.
Indira(Yuccot): “I don’t know why you’d target me over anyone else, but there’s no way an idiot like you has even a chance of living my life. I’m not just some… floozy who does nothing but look pretty all day. And even then, I doubt you could do that much!”
Yuccot(Indira): “If I was gonna steal someone’s body, why’d I become some old-ass Indian bitch? You probably just wanted to be young and White and took the first body you could find and stuck me with your bullshit. I don’t know what the fuck you did, but if you give me my body back, I won’t say a fucking thing.”
Indira(Yuccot): “You think I’ll believe that anyone wants to live like this? I feel disgusting! You’re young, you had chances to change yourself, and to think you just ended up this obese. No wonder you wanted out. People like you don’t know the meaning of hard work or bettering yourself!”
Yuccot(Indira): “Oh fuck off, you stank-ass cunt! Don’t act like you know a single fucking thing about me!”
Indira(Yuccot): “You can tell a lot about someone from how they act, and you are acting like a spoiled brat who never had to work in their entire life!”
Yuccot(Indira): “…Oh. Well, if you think my life’s that fucking easy, then how about you get out of my house!”
Indira(Yuccot): “Your house? Bullshit! I worked my ass off to get this house! My husband and I spent years trying to—”
Yuccot(Indira): “You’re a little too young to have a husband, and way too ugly to be a faggot.”
Indira(Yuccot): “You… You get worse every second I spend with you! You don’t know how to live my life! I spent years learning how to do my job. I’m a doctor! And you sound like you flunked out of high school.”
Yuccot(Indira): “I graduated, you cunt! …You know what? Maybe this won’t be so bad.”
As Yuccot(Indira) said that, he began to look down at my body, feeling it through my clothes. I glared at him with fury in my eyes, yet he did not stop or slow his fondling of my person.
Yuccot(Indira): “Really, I have all the cards here, and based on this house, I’m guessing you’re loaded, right?”
Indira(Yuccot): “…You’re serious, aren’t you? You can’t just take my body— you can’t just take my everything!”
Yuccot(Indira): “Too bad. I already did.”
I hated to admit it, but he was right. I had all my knowledge, but nobody in their right mind would ever believe that I was myself. And he had everything he needed to assume it as his own. I still wrote my passwords on paper. I switched to using a fingerprint to unlock my phone. Everything someone would need to live my life… could easily be found in my house.
I was kicked out of my home that day, and since then, I spent every day trying to figure out what happened. I found nothing. Nothing that could have caused this impossible event. Every night, I hoped— prayed— that I would return to my body every night… but it never happened. I have remained trapped in this body and now… now I have accepted that. That there is no escape. And no matter how much I despise it… this is my life now.
Part 3: Get Used to It!
Date: Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Time: 12:40
Location: Lincoln Park, Chicago
Yuccot(Indira) slammed the bathroom door open and let out a proud belch as he moseyed out. He had put on a pair of tight short-shorts that looked at least a size too small for his plentiful rump, yet they hugged his stolen curves nicely.
Yuccot(Indira): “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to taking shits as a lady. They just plop right the fuck out, you don’t gotta push ’em out or anything!”
With that appreciated insight, Yuccot(Indira) returned to ‘his’ kitchen. The kitchen table was covered in snacks, candy, and chips, still in their convenience store bags. Every fruit and vegetable had been expelled from the fridge, replaced with soda, a half-eaten cake, and sodium-rich pre-made meals. The only remotely healthy thing here was a loaf of bread, deli meat, and cheese. But calling a ham and cheese on white bread a ‘healthy meal’ was wrong on several levels.
Yuccot(Indira) glanced over his options for a moment before grabbing a two liter Mountain Dew from the fridge, popping off the top and tossing it into the overflowing garbage bin. He chugged it as he made his way back to his trash-filled den and slammed his ass back onto the sofa. After returning to his ‘throne,’ he put the soda aside and let out a powerful burp.
Yuccot(Indira): “I can’t believe this bitch didn’t have one game console in her house. But if she did it’d probably be a Wii or something retarded like that. …Shit, I didn’t ask her how she even got that key. Eh. It doesn’t matter. I put that curry n****r right in her place. Who the fuck did she think she was, barging in like she owed this place! She might’ve once, but not anymore. And even if she found some way back… I’d be a fucking idiot to give up on this shit! I’m a fucking millionaire and if my ‘husband’ doesn’t like the new me, I can just divorce his ass and get alimony or some shit! Sure, I miss my dick, but these boobs aren’t nothing to snuff at, and pussy feels so fucking good I don’t know how all bitches aren’t sluts!”
With his mind pushed deeper into the gutter, Yuccot(Indira) wound up with his hands all over himself again, one on a breast and the other on his crotch. He gave the breast a firm squeeze, wincing slightly from the force, and began rubbing himself through his shorts. He laughed at the spark of pleasure, ready to get cracking on another round… only to pause as he reached for his vibrator. Holding up his arm, he gave his pit a quick sniff… and turned his head away.
Yuccot(Indira): “Yeah, it’s time.”
Emboldened by his declaration, Yuccot(Indira) pried his ass from the couch and headed upstairs to ‘his’ bedroom. A room that was in an expected amount of disarray, with unwashed clothes piled up in a corner, an unmade queen-sized bed, and drawers left half open. He barely looked at that though, and instead entered the ensuite bathroom. It was left comparatively untouched… ignoring the vibrator left in the sink.
After stripping and snagging the conspicuous sex toy, Yuccot(Indira) slid past the frosted glass door of the shower and began dousing himself in hot water. He shut his eyes as he engrossed himself in his sense of being, feeling the water trickle down his person before filling up his hands with liquid soap and caressing them across his stolen form. Starting with the arms before building up to his breasts, spending extra time massaging them and making sure every last centimeter was left squeaky clean. Particularly the bumpy, almost black, areolas that he just couldn’t keep his fingers away from.
A sultry cackle escaped from his lips as he relished in this sensation, and only once he grew tired of it did Yuccot(Indira) continue his hands down his wide hips and thick legs. He rubbed them about just to make sure they were thoroughly cleaned before finally reaching the centerpiece. Soap suds had been seeping in there throughout this shower, so it was already ‘clean.’ Or at least clean enough for Yuccot(Indira) to get started on what he really came here for.
Sheathing the vibrator, Yuccot(Indira) shoved it into his pussy and turned it up to its highest level. A high-pitched squeal escaped his lips and his legs were left quivering as he stood. He soon dropped down to his fat ass and went full hog wild on himself. Gnashing his sex with one hand, while fondling his breasts with the other, all as water continued to pour down on him. His rapid, harsh, actions were enough to overload his body, rewarding him with a coarse uneven pressure that forced himself to climax. He could have stopped there… but he was in the mood for another round.
Having gotten hot, wet, and steamy in more ways than one, Yuccot(Indira) shambled out of the shower, his thick legs feeling like jelly as he made his way to the fogged up mirror. He wiped it clean and took a moment to admire his form, rubbing his hands over himself, only to stop as he reached his belly. It was nothing on what he had before, but there was enough that Yuccot(Indira) could squeeze a decent chunk of it.
Yuccot(Indira): “Huh. I guess I have been putting on the pounds. Not that I care. Women look better with a bit more fat on ’em, and skinny bitches alway look like crack whores. …Maybe Indira had a point. She was a hot bitch— once she got out of that grandma-ass dress— but I don’t wanna fuck this body up completely. It’s one thing to be a fat dude. It’s another to be some poor fat granny. …Shit, I’m gonna get old way sooner, aren’t I? …Fuck it. Losing twenty years is worth it if it means I get cash and don’t need to see my old man anymore. …And if I wanna keep this body, I probably need to eat like a MILF and work out like a MILF. Guh. At least it’s better than doing another shift at McMoe.”
Yuccot(Indira) took a moment to pause and stare at his face more closely. While definitely attractive, his face had signs of age creeping across it. Nothing that couldn’t be hidden away with foundation and some light makeup, yet Yuccot sure didn’t know anything about either of those. Then was his hair. Wet, falling into his face, and as he felt it… it didn’t feel right. Probably because he was too busy masturbating to wash his hair.
Yuccot(Indira): “Sonuva fag. I’m gonna need to do so much shit just to keep up this body aren’t I? Couldn’t I have just swapped into a rich dude instead?”
Just now realizing, or accepting, that he would need to actually work to maintain this stolen life, Yuccot(Indira) looked around. At the vanity bag on the bathroom counter, at the shower in the mirror, and at the pile of clothes that somebody would need to wash. His hedonistic behavior had consequences, and he had the opportunity to try to act responsible. …Instead, he grabbed his sports bra and shorts from the ground, threw them in the pile, and looked at the bed before him. Recalling his prior sessions, Yuccot(Indira)’s nipples hardened, and his body was ready for another session.
Yuccot(Indira): “Fucking hell. Does this body ever stop being horny? Ah well. Masturbation is a kind of exercise when you really think about it.”
Justifying his laziness yet again, Yuccot(Indira) threw himself onto the bed and wasted no time bringing his hands to their usual places. Grabbing his nipples yet again and bringing out his shower vibrator for even more fun. He shoved the vibrator in his ass, ramming it inside him as he pressed his rear into his bed, and took two fingers to his pussy, leaving the other hand to caress his breasts. Wrapped in this hyper-stimulated sexual bliss, Yuccot(Indira) screamed loud, his voice ringing with ecstasy.
Yuccot(Indira): “Ah, this is the life! This is MY life!”
Part 4: Let’s Go Turnabout!
Date: Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Time: 13:01
Location: Lincoln Park, Chicago
After sulking in an alley, Indira(Yuccot) had boarded the next train. She sat alone in a corner, crestfallen, refusing to even look out of the window at the city as she was forced into this new life. She didn’t want to think about it. About anything. She had lost her job, her family, her achievements, and a body she had maintained and developed into hers. Now, she was not even back to zero. Being reborn, being a true child, would be one thing. But she felt she was starting this life with a deficit. She had seen the shitty grades Yuccot had, seen how he was nineteen, and could feel how much of a struggle it would be to mold this form into one she would be happy showing the world.
As she realized how many things were against her, as she realized that, no matter what she would do, she would never be happy calling this body her own, she began crying again. She yelled within her mind, begging for a solution, for salvation, and for a way to escape this cruel fate. She felt like she was going to explode, like something within this rotund form of hers would just pop open and she would be freed from this prison. At this apex of anger, this height of frustration… she was met with a sense of nothingness. Of all her senses fading away. In this brief fractional moment, it felt like her pleas were answered with the numbing emptiness of death. Yet, just as quickly as these sensations faded, they returned. …Albeit in a vastly different form.
Indira found herself staring up at a white ceiling bearing a familiar ceiling fan. As she felt the embers of hope grow warm once more, she looked downward, and was greeted with the unmistakable furnishings of her bedroom. Sparks flinged from the embers as she basked in this sight, only to ignite into a vibrant flame as her eyes drifted downward. To it. To her body. Her light brown skin. Her breasts. And the black hair that fell down from her head.
There was no doubt in her mind that she was herself. That the body swap she thought would last forever had been undone with just as much grandeur and impact as it had a week ago. How or why this miracle happened was utterly irrelevant to her, and the deep sorrow she had been consumed by just a second ago was replaced with an unparalleled bliss. Her most powerful desire had been granted, and she could not help but scream.
Indira: “A-A-AAAAAHHHH!!! Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes!”
With excitement and relief gushing from her being, she began to turn and roll in her bed, screaming and laughing as loudly as she could. Her hands rubbed against her tear-coated face, reminding herself of its precise shape. By rolling on the bed, she affirmed to herself the shape and features of her body, from the way the disheveled blankets brushed against her nipples to how her hips and butt impacted the mattress below. Her vision was overwhelmed by a torrent of dark, wet, hair that flowed into her face. And she even smelled like herself… or at least her soap and shampoo.
There was no ambiguity, no way to deny the reality that was striking her from every sense. She was back, she was herself, and as she rejoiced in this, she realized she was rolling on something unfamiliar. Taking a hand— graced with long, slender fingers and a small, firm palm— to her bed, she grabbed it. As she laid eyes on it, the bliss drained from her face.
It was another one of those vibrators that Yuccot had been using to defile her body. She glared at it, recognizing it as a callous reminder of what she had been subjected to this past week. …Yet, as it rested in her hand, as her eyes dwelled on it, she felt a jolt course through her being.
Indira: “…Am I really going to do this? I don’t even know when I last did something like… this.”
Indira intellectually knew that this was a bad idea. She had just seen herself debased by Yuccot a matter of minutes ago. …Yet after being trapped in his body for so long, she wanted to feel like herself again, and one of the best ways to feel like a woman… was to masturbate as one. Maybe it was just the rush of happy chemicals, or maybe it was the fact that Yuccot was masturbating just moments before she landed in this body. …Actually, it was definitely the latter. But Indira couldn’t have known that!
Despite the damage done by Yuccot, her body never looked as inviting as it did in that moment, and with this tool shaking in hand, she dove in, embracing her sex for the first time in so, so long.
A spark arched up her spine as the tool breached her folds, and the air escaped from her lungs. Her sensory homunculus was reestablished in a single moment. Her body called out to her, begging to be caressed, and she replied with eagerness. Hands slid across her breast as the tool satiated her loins, and her eyes closed as she immersed herself in a sexual fantasy involving her blissfully absent husband. She thought of how he held her, how he loved her, and how she would, hopefully soon, see him yet again. How he would help heal the wounds inflicted onto her. Her body grew hot as the fantasy escalated, and with her body already primed from Yuccot’s meddling, with Indira desperate to feel like herself yet again, she reached her height of pleasure swiftly.
After taking a moment to float amidst the euphoria wafting through her mind, Indira stood up to look over her bedroom… and remembered the mess she had to clean up. The clothes that had been left to gestate in sweat and sexual juices. The trash that filled her living room. And the extra two of three kilograms she felt around her gut.
Reality had hit her in the face like a frying pan… yet that was not even the biggest mess she had to clean up. And Indira’s reminder came in the form of a phone call, with the handset next to her bed ringing, the caller ID bearing the all too familiar name of ‘lab.’ Before she could take more than a few steps in her own body, she grabbed the phone and answered it like her life depended on it.
Indira: “H-Hello? It’s me. It’s Indira.”
It felt so good to say her own name with her own voice , but her mood soured as she recognized the man’s voice crackling out of the speaker.
Unknown Man: “Indira? Is that really you? Where’ve you been? I know you said you were sick, but you haven’t been answering the phone for a whole week now!”
Indira breathed a sigh of relief. At least Yuccot hadn’t quit her job.
Indira: “Oh, I’ve been dreadfully sick. I’ve been sleeping 18 hour days and my voice was so short I could barely even speak. I must’ve slept through your calls.”
She was lying of course. And for good reason. When the truth is as ridiculous as it is, lies just sound better.
Unknown Man: “Oh god. And you were home alone?”
Indira: “Yes, the past few days were… hard for me, but I just got up from a nap and I think I’m finally better.”
Unknown Man: “Oh, that’s great to know! I was wondering where we were going to put all those slides. So, we’ll see you tomorrow?”
Indira paused to look at the clock near her bed. It was only 13:20.
Indira: “No, I’ll come in I… I just need to get dressed. I’ll be there… in an hour.”
Unknown Man: “Uh… you sure about that? There’s a lot to do but if you’re coming off of an illness—”
Indira: “I’ll be there before 14:00. See you then.”
Indira then ended the call and put the phone back in its charging cradle, letting out a sigh of relief. She had her life back, and had a huge mess to clean up… but that did not mean she could just delay her duties. She ignored the mess around her and began pouring over her disheveled dresser and closet, quickly putting together an outfit for her return. Her return to her job, her return to her body, and her return to her life.
Part 5: I Had It and I Lost It!
Date: Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Time: 13:21
Location: Rogers Park, Chicago
The train back to the suburbs was sparsely populated at this time of day, and Yuccot was fortunate to have this train car mostly to himself, allowing him to verbally stew in his frustrations.
Yuccot: “…Guess I’m stuck like this!”
He said as he gestured at his fat body, placing a hand against his shirt, staring at his gut and moving up to his man boobs. Still breasts of fat, yet they lacked the form or sensitivity that the breasts of most women had to offer.
Yuccot: “I still dunno how the fuck this happened, but at least I’ve got something.”
Pulling out his phone, Yuccot began plotting a course back to Lincoln Park. Specifically to Oz Park and a hardware store across the street.
Yuccot: “I just hope there’s not some retarded law about digging shit up in broad daylight. Ah well. If I act like I know what I’m doing, it should be fine.”
Confident in his basic plan, Yuccot chuckled to himself, only to be interrupted by a familiar looking young bearded Black man a few seats away from him.
Gregg: “You know you’re thinking out loud, right?”
Yuccot flinched with embarrassment before promptly shutting his trap. He leered at the guy who made that comment… and chose to hold his tongue. After all, he was on the purple line and it was a long way from Wilson to Howard.
Still, while Yuccot was disheartened by his loss, he didn’t really or truly see it as a loss. Rather, a return to normal, an end to his reprieve, and a turn of events best summarized by a sigh. He might be back to his life, but at least he enjoyed himself during this week-long vacation.
Part 6: Who Did This?
Date: Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Time: 13:40
Location: Near North Side, Chicago
Traffic swiftly slid across Lake Shore Drive, carrying people in, out, and across the city of Chicago. Yet the only one of note for this story was a dark blue sedan that, predictably, belonged to Miss Blue herself, Raiyne Underwood. And while her body was in the driver’s seat, it was really occupied by Jade, testing her newly unearthed driving abilities. She might have been new to this whole thing, yet she was very controlled and composed while driving. She kept her eyes on the road, hands and feet in the optimal position, and was doing her best to filter out the chatter filling up the car.
Her mother, Caroline, was in the passenger seat, yet was taking her male TransSex form, Cain, out for a spin today. While the back seat was home to Gem in Anita’s body. A body that none of them had seen she decided to spend a week in her TransSex form.
While Jade(Raiyne) busy driving, Cain and Gem(Anita) chatted amongst themselves, passing by the time with idle conversation.
Cain: “I was actually planning on getting a job this summer, just so I could feel like I was doing more to help the world around me. However, when I had a body swapper dangled in my face, I figured it would just be easier to put that off for another season… or two.”
Gem(Anita): “Ah, that all makes sense. You seem like a highly proficient man, Cain, but I can sympathize with your choice. I too was anticipating a summer profession prior to the start of college, yet when I could spend my days in a statue like this, it just seems a tad bit irrational.”
Cain: “Heh. It’s still weird to be called a man, even though I’m… like this.”
Cain paused to gesture at her lean masculine frame, dressed in a violet V-neck T-shirt and slim jeans that left part of her ankles exposed. It was casual, yet worked for summer, similar to Gem(Anita)’s white open shoulders top and black skirt, leaving Anita’s runner legs exposed for all to see. While Jade(Raiyne) was sporting a light blue short-sleeve top along with a pair of white boot-cut pants, as she wasn’t too keen on seeing what it’s like to drive with a skirt or dress on.
Gem(Anita): “Truly? Perhaps you should spend more time as a man in that instance! I know I have been enjoying the freedom of hopping between the two, and with so many flavors to choose from, it seems foolish to not partake in each and every one!”
Cain: “Well, when you put it that way, it’s hard to disagree. But just because you can try something does not necessarily mean you should. It might not be the right time, or you might just not be in the mood for it. I think it’s best to take things at my own pace. Otherwise, well, I might lose sight of who I am and what I truly want, and just become addicted to going from new thing to new thing.”
Gem(Anita): “Oh! That is a most interesting theory you have devised. It does raise a pertinent question on the ‘self.’ Is oneself the result of their environment? Or something natural that could be corrupted or transformed? And from whose perspective are we observing this self? For the self that one believes themselves to be is often most different than their truest internal self.”
Cain: “…Wow. You just sprung some philosophy on me there. I guess I never really thought about that.”
Gem(Anita): “Ah, my apologies if I was inserting words to your mouth. Sometimes I see things that are not there, and build upon them. They have called such a trait both a gift and a curse.”
Cain: “Well, regardless, you do raise a good point. I had to be someone else for so much of my life. Playing a role for someone I came to hate, and that was part of myself. Except I never wanted it to be part of myself, and I’ve since tried to move on, tried to do what made me happy as I found out who I wanted to be. I guess I viewed all of this swapping as something foreign, something that I had to shield my self from, but maybe that’s not the case.”
As their conversation drifted to a stop, Jade(Raiyne) came to a crawl as she reached a red light. Taking this as an opportunity to chat, she turned over to her mother for instructions.
Jade(Raiyne): “So, um, where are we going?”
Cain: “I figured we’d check out the Art Institute, walk the streets, do some window shopping, see if anything looks fun.”
Jade(Raiyne): “…Wait, do we know that Verde, Abigale, and Urabe won’t be at the Art Institute? Because after what Shiaka and her family went through the other day…”
Cain: “I checked with them. They said they were too busy being ‘lost in the limbo.’ whatever that means.”
As Cain said that, uttering Caroline’s usual words in a voice two octaves deeper, the light turned green. Being a diligent driver, Jade(Raiyne) turned off Lake Shore Drive, entering The Loop.
Cain: ” I know it’s a pretty casual plan. This whole thing was just an excuse to get you out driving, Sweetie. And you’ve done a great job so far.”
Jade(Raiyne): “Well, I don’t feel like that’s much of an accomplishment. [It’s like how I can just spontaneously speak Korean if I feel like it. It’s a skill, but one that was inherited, rather than developed.]”
Gem(Anita): “That matters not. There is still value in doing an act, as it will boost your comfort while performing it.”
Cain: “Gem’s right. It’s a practical skill and it’s good to have in your pocket if you need to. I’m not going to be there to drive you for the rest of your life, you know.”
Jade(Raiyne): “Yeah, I know it’s a good skill to have. I’ve always known. I just wasn’t comfortable controlling something with such weight and speed that it’s easy to kill someone.”
Gem(Anita): “Well, you seem plenty comfortable and most calm at the moment.”
Jade(Raiyne): “That’s because I have, at this point, everybody’s collective knowledge of how to drive a car.”
Cain: “Actually, should we get you a driver’s license? It could avoid an unwanted confrontation down the line.”
Jade(Raiyne): “Won’t I need to pay for insurance then?”
Cain: “Would you?”
Gem(Anita): “In accordance with Illinois law, all who hold a driver’s license must pay for some form of vehicle insurance!”
Cain: “Oh. I guess that makes sense, even if insurance is just another expense. …We could easily afford it, so maybe—”
Jade(Raiyne): “I don’t mean to cut you off Mother— actually, I should be calling you Cain like this. But where should I park? I’m not exactly familiar with downtown Chicago.”
Cain: “Hmm… let’s see if the lot on Jackson has any open spaces. It’s only a block away.”
With the proficiency of a professional driver, Jade(Raiyne) entered into a parking lot, as in a lot of land that was used exclusively for parking, rather than a parking complex. It was kind of a waste of space in a sense, but people still had to park their cars somewhere.
The three quickly filtered out of the car, leaving behind the air conditioned coolness as the sun blared overhead. Jade(Raiyne) made sure to grab a pair of sunglasses before she stepped out, while everyone else’s eyes adjusted to the mid-day sunlight.
With their destination nearby, the three quickly began leaving the parking lot, only for Cain to bump into someone dashing out of their car. They collided with a verbal ‘oof.’ A moment after impact, Cain looked down to see a 40-something Desi woman that neither she nor anyone in the group recognized, despite their paths having crossed a week ago. It was Indira, wearing a light yet professional dress, her long dark hair styled into a bun. She looked up at Cain, frazzled, and quickly ran past him, muttering an apology.
Indira: “S-Sorry, but I have to get going!”
She then dashed out of the parking lot and quickly got absorbed in the crowd of people filtering through the sidewalk.
Jade(Raiyne): “Ooookay. She seemed to be in a rush. …Actually, wait. For some reason, she seemed a bit familiar.”
Gem(Anita): “It might just be a similarity. There are roughly 2.7 million people in this city after all.”
Cain: “No, I think that Jade might have been onto something. She looked familiar, though I can’t tell you why.”
Gem(Anita): “If we are so curious to get to know her, we could always give her a nice little swap!”
As Gem(Anita) said that, he pulled out a VD 2.0 from the purse slung around his shoulder. Cain and Jade(Raiyne) gave him a glare, only for him to smile as he put it back in.
Gem(Anita): “Oh, I was merely making a merry joke!”
Jade(Raiyne): “Yeah, yeah. Just put that thing away before anyone looks at it. We want to keep this whole thing on the down low.”
Cain: “Or as much as we can after what Maxxie pulled last week…”
With the three sharing a mutual nod, they left the parking lot behind and made their way to the Art Institute of Chicago, hoping to enjoy a calm, relaxing, day.
Part 7: What Did Yuccot Find?
Date: Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Time: 16:55
Location: Howard Station, Evanston, Illinois
Howard Station was among the busiest along the CTA, and with rush hour just kicking off, people were trying to get in and out as quickly as they could. Yuccot was no exception, sprinting out of his train while clutching a drawstring bag in his hands. He looked shifty, but not suspicious enough to warrant more than a passing glance as he shuffled over to a bench, where he sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at the electronic display overhead and nodded as he read that his ride would be here in just five minutes. He wiped a globule of sweat from his forehead as he let his muscles loose… only for them to tighten as he heard his name.
???: “Yuccot?”
He recognized the voice from school. He knew it was a girl he was familiar with, but he couldn’t put a face to it until it was staring back at him with its bright green eyes. It was Jade, or at least her body, dressed in a green skirt that went down to the knees and a white short-sleeve top, a school backpack on her shoulders. Seeing as how Jade was in Raiyne’s body, the most direct conclusion would be that Raiyne was in hers… and that was absolutely correct.
Yuccot: “Oh, it’s you. …The fuck do you want?”
Raiyne(Jade): “Nothing. I’m just surprised to see you here, that’s all. So, how has your summer been going?”
Yuccot glared at her while she smiled at him, patiently awaiting a response. He clenched his bag like his life depended on it, and looked away from her as he spoke.
Yuccot: “It’s been fine. Now leave me alone.”
Raiyne(Jade) groaned as Yuccot fell into his usual trifecta of emotions. Anger, disgust, and boredom. She knew from years of experience that Yuccot was not someone worth engaging, despite her best efforts. However, for reasons beyond her, she tried to continue this conversation.
Raiyne(Jade): “Really? It doesn’t sound like it’s been fine. And you seem awfully tense. Are you sure that—”
Yuccot: “I said it’s none of your fuckin’ business, ya dyke!”
Yuccot burst from his seat as he shouted, clenching his teeth as he looked up to Raiyne(Jade). He looked like he was about to begin a rant, or potentially escalate things into violence. Unfortunately for him, Yuccot was in public, and there were dozens of people on the elevated train platform looking at him, silently judging him for shouting a slur. Yuccot was far from a smart man, yet even he could tell that he was not in an advantageous position and, rather than bear the shame of waiting, he walked over to the stairs.
As he left, the people on the platform resumed waiting, chatting with those beside them or looking at their phones. As for Raiyne(Jade), she shuffled around as she stood, stared at the time until her train arrived and let out a disappointed sigh. With some time to go, she sat on the bench, gracefully folded her legs, and began quietly muttering to herself.
Raiyne(Jade): “That Yuccot. I tried so hard to figure out what was wrong with that kid. This type of behavior doesn’t come from nowhere, yet he was never willing to open up enough for me to help him. …Maybe he just needs a different perspective on life.”
Pausing, Raiyne(Jade) looked down into her purse, where a VD 2.0 rested next to a phone, its screen showing the name Yuccot Kikansky among a list of registered persons. All it would take would be a bit of tapping to throw him into a different body… yet Raiyne(Jade) almost immediately discarded that idea.
Raiyne(Jade): “…No. Body swapping should not be a punishment. And with someone like Yuccot, I doubt he would even see it as a punishment. He would just see it as an excuse to act worse.”
With that apt conclusion, Raiyne(Jade) continued to bide her time waiting, passively checking the Telegram channel and seeing various messages from other people. Particularly from those who wanted to ‘have fun’ or ‘fool around’ with her. Yet, after being ‘sexually punished’ by Verde and Abigale the past two days, she wanted to escape. To be by herself, in a non-sexualized body, so she wouldn’t need to think about the ghost that had been chasing after her ever since that night at the pool.
Raiyne(Jade): “I still can’t believe I’m just taking one of my students’ bodies like this, but… it’s for my own good.”
Raiyne(Jade) rose from the bench as her train rolled onto the platform. As the passengers flowed out of it, she flowed in. She was followed by a swath of other people returning to the city, yet there was one shifty character who entered the train car immediately behind her. A man with a light complexion, above average stature, plain clothes, and black hair. His identity obscured by a face mask, sunglasses, and a White Sox hat. The train doors shut right after this mysterious figure slithered on in, and little did Raiyne(Jade) know… her night was going to get a lot more exciting.
The Posse Logs: My Sensational Summer Vacation Diary
Jade(Raiyne): “Today was… pretty pleasant all things considered. Cain, Gem(Anita) and I went to the Art Institute, got dinner at a nice place across the street, and spent the rest of the evening just walking around. I was expecting something crazy to happen at the last minute, but no. Instead, the weirdest thing that I experienced were… a lot of looks. People seemed to think that Cain— my mother— and I were a husband and wife, and that Gem(Anita) was our daughter. People seriously called him our ‘daughter’ and acted like that was the most normal, natural conclusion in the world. And… I get that, but I am way too young to be a mother to anyone, and if I were to become a mother, the last person I’d marry would be my mother. That’s just… weird. Being in Raiyne’s body though? Sure, it was weird hearing my teacher’s voice whenever I spoke, but as the day went on, I just got used to it. Being around a male version of my mother was way weirder.”
Maxxie(Daisuke): “So, today started lame, but got kewl. I didn’t have my GF since she decided to drive into the city in the afternoon, and I’m still grounded for another week! But when I started complaining about that on Telegram, Verde gave me an offer. If I swap with Daisuke, and do some dirty work for her, then she would use her divine powers to unground me! Seemed like a pretty good deal, and I wanted to spend more time in DILF mode. The catch? I had to fuck my girlfriend’s body… while my teacher was in it. I didn’t ask questions. I just took this as a fun opportunity to act like a perverted old man, stalking Raiyne(Jade) as she fled into the city for… reasons, probably. Then, when she got off, when she thought all was well, guess who she found knocking on her hotel room door! Does that make me a rapist? According to hentai, no, because I know Raiyne(Jade) loved what I offered her. She even asked for seconds! And according to religion, no, because God told me to do it.”
Zoe(Paz): “It was one thing to be Paz on a Sunday, when I did not have much going on or much to do beyond comfort Jade after her… encounter with the… sapient dildo. It was another when she asked for my body on a day when she was teaching classes. While I had been called a teacher’s pet enough times for the term to lose all meaning, I did not know how to teach a language class, and preparing for that took me all day. Especially when I had to prepare for lessons with… Ruby Blitz. I did not have any chagrin with her as a person, though it was still awkward being around her, expecting to teach her, knowing her relationship to both myself and my brother. I hoped their relationship would have ended now that my father is back, but when I told Nazz about this… I swear I could see a twinkle in his eye.”
Shiaka(Terra): “I don’t like to think back on the time I spent as Terra back in November. I pulled through it, yes, though being in an environment like that, being a… boy and being so much smaller was hard for me to deal with. However, I’m no longer the same Shiaka, and Terra… is now the Terra she wants to be. Being her, being small, being a kid again had a different connotation than the last time, and I was now comfortable enough being someone that I could even play with her friends from school, Evelyn and Nina. I know a lot of it was because of me and how much I had grown over the past seven months. Yet… Terra has grown to, and just being in her body, I could tell she was happy, that she felt complete, and she enjoyed her life. There was no longer any uncertainty, no more fear. Just… a happiness I wish I had back when I was her age.”
Terra(Shiaka): “I was certain that I wanted to live my entire life as a girl after I went to school as Shiaka. Her boobs were heavy, and I still felt small next to all of the tall high school kids. But just feeling a skirt around my legs, feeling long hair brush against my head, and hearing a higher voice when I spoke… it all felt right. I was a bit scared to go back to her body, as I thought I might get too jealous. However, going through my day as Shiaka made me realize how much… closer I was to her now. All the things I envied about her were things that I had or was working toward. …Except for the breasts. Looking at Mom and Maxxie, I won’t be as… busty as her, though I don’t think I really want to be as… these are pretty heavy.”
Vivi(Babs): “Lately Verde’s been getting on our asses for not swapping every day and pulling some RNG on people who were undecided. So I got to spend an entire day as Babs, and I can’t say I have any complaints about it. We like to chat about bodies in Telegram, I keep notes for that project Zoe and I are doing, and pretty much nobody has said a single bad thing about Babs’s body. She’s strong, tall, sexy, and sex in her body feels damn good. Her hands are in great shape for someone who does so much cleaning and cooking, and there’s something… empowering about her type of sexy. The type of sexy where Anita(Gem) kept staring at me once every five minutes while we were playing games. Not that I can really blame her.”
Anita(Gem): “When I woke up today, as Anita again, I felt like I had lost something. It was one thing to come back to your regular life after a vacation, and… no, that’s not even a good comparison. Everything I did as a guy was just scrubbed from my parents’ memories, my Xbox was gone, and Dad didn’t even remember building a desk. He said he built it himself when, uh, bullshit he did! No way he could’ve done it by himself, in a day! After getting chewed out as Anita, I decided… screw it. I loaned off my body to Gem, and spent the day playing Vivi’s excessive loads of video games. I felt kind of bad for just sitting on my ass all day, again, but… then she started to see that I was horny and, well… what do you think happened?”
Gem(Anita): “I wonder if this arrangement was by some chance intentional. Did Jade and her mother want to feel as if they were parents and I was their daughter? If so, I have innumerous questions about why. Conversely, I was still in the mood to be at home with my ‘inner child’ after yesterday, and I got to experience something I seldom could. A day out in the city with two adults. While I harbor a most profuse love for my parents, they would have seen such a trip as frivolous, expensive, and neither worth the costs of gasoline nor time. Additionally, I got to do it all in Anita’s beautiful body! I missed seeing it over the past week, and it was veritably cozy to be inside it yet again.”
Cain: “I tried my best to ignore it throughout the day… but it was conflicting seeing Jade in Raiyne’s body like that. From her body language and minor movements, I could tell she was my daughter. Yet as I heard her voice or just saw her stand around, it almost felt like I was going on a date with Raiyne, as a man. Hmm… I actually don’t think I would mind that. I grew up with her, I trust her with everything, and I’m glad she is a part of this… wacky experiment. I just don’t know if she would be open to doing that. She always shied away from sex, and she hasn’t reached out to me over the past few days. I would never dream of forcing her into anything but… the concept is getting me very excited.”
Raiyne(Jade): “…Verde, Abigale, why must you punish me so? I apologized for everything involving Terra. I don’t want to be like this. I knew who I was back in May, but now… I feel so conflicted. I hid in the body of one of my students, fled far enough to be out of range of any VD 2.0, and you sent someone after me. Maxxie(Daisuke) barged into my room. How she got the key, I don’t know. And when I tried to refuse her… she made me submissive. She knew how to use this nonsexualized body, and made me ask for more. I feel so ashamed, so weak, and I have to ask you… what do you want from me? You contaminated my mind with memories of a worse reality, you threw me into this cacophony of sex and overwhelming stimuli. And when I tried to resist, you enlist agents to hurt me. Is this the price I must pay for some unrequited sin?”
Babs(Haruki): “I can’t say I ever expected to be dragged around by Haruki all day, but I guess I had to wind up in her body at some point and… I’m not too crazy about it. Sure, Maxxie was a bit chubby, but she had excessive energy. Haruki’s still cute, she just doesn’t have quite the curves that I’m used to, and just feels sorta… short and fat as a result. Ah well. It was definitely a good enough body for just rolling around the city with Haruki(Vidkun), giving her a tour of my neighborhood from back when I was a kid. Despite claiming to ‘know the city well’ I could tell she had never been to the South Side, so I gave her the tour. We hit up a few places, spread around some money, found a restaurant I loved as a kid that changed ownership and… got better, somehow. It felt sorta like going on a date near the end… and Haruki(Vidkun) felt the same way, as she chose to end the night by giving me the blunt end of her footlong cock. I pretty much knew it would end that way… but she didn’t need to do it in a one person restaurant bathroom.”
Kathy: “By Jove, I think I figured out how to make this work! Elly and I can go through Monday and Fridays as ourselves, switch bodies on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and switch our sexes on Wednesdays and Thursdays! That way, we get to spend time in every form, and I have definitely come to enjoy hearing the name Katherine ooze out of men’s mouths as they get a look at me. I love everything about Elly’s body, but my female form has such greater presence, so much more… volume, and people notice. Their guards lower, and I get the opportunity to play with them.”
“Even when it’s just a Skype call, I can leave them eating out of the palm of my hand with just the right top and the right body language. It is all the joys of being a woman, with most of the joys of being Ken! …Until you run into a… what’s the word? Misogynoirist? People who are fine with Ken having power, but just cannot bear the thought of little old Kathy playing in the boys’ league. …And I think that a lot of, if not most, Asian men actually are misogynoirists. They just lack the literacy to see people like Kathy as a true human. …With the spouse’s approval, perhaps I can teach them the next time I’m in Seoul! …Or perhaps not. Because while every true man would love to be a Black woman, many lack the willpower to accept that they laid with a Black man. Damn reality warping…”
Elias: “It still amazes me how much changes and shifts as we enter these TransSex forms. Our offices change, thousands upon thousands of documents change, and even our relationships change. I know my staff always saw me as being the ‘commanding’ one, yet now they treat me as someone who conducts business with an iron fist. Perhaps that is just their stereotypes blinding them, or perhaps Elias had a slightly different way of treating his employees. No matter the case, there is a very real appeal to wielding power that feels this absolute, this definitive, and… I suppose that is just a reflection of the world around me. One of the reasons why I never got along with my brothers was the regal levels of respect they demanded. A little bit is nice, but they have fired their employees for using their first names.”
Nazz: “I felt like I was going crazy seeing Kathy and Elias at work today. I dunno if this makes me older in spirit or some shit, but I like to keep my work life and home life separate. Sure, I work with Liang. That doesn’t mean I’ll fuck with the VD 2.0 before coming into work. Though, if they give the go ahead… then I guess that’s just how we operate now! I’d say it makes me want to fuck around after work but… I know that no other male body is going to fit me quite like mine. And while I won’t mind being a woman for a few days… I was one for 52 years. I don’t need to see what it’s like. …Actually, I’m legit shocked that most girls here don’t want to get their mitts on my body. I mean, I have everything Zoe’s got, but with blonde hair, and blue eyes.”
Liang: “There was something deeply surreal about being around Zoe while he was not only in the body of a woman of a completely different race, but a woman older than me. Sure, I’ve had to learn to view a person and a body as two distinct things, something I know some people just could not comprehend. But… well, do I need to explain why I like seeing my son all grown up? Not that I would ever tell him to stop experimenting. In fact, he seems to be having a lot of fun with it. So much that I might have to join him during the weekend. I haven’t really had a good one-on-one with him after I came back, and I think that’s just uncalled for. Ha! The more I live in these turbulent times, the more things I find out that I just have to do!”
Daisuke(Maxxie): “I was hoping to use today as a detox day. I finally accepted Dia as part of me, I made Paz happy, and I didn’t have any work to do. I just wanted to relax, get done whatever had been forgotten, and remind myself of what normal was. …And then Urabe barged in, telling me to give my body to Maxxie. I told her to go to hell after what she put us through… before giving me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I was still hesitant about it… until I wound up in Maxxie’s body. I always knew she was a real firecracker, and actually being her was… exhilarating!”
“My energy was boundless, I was able to do everything I had planned for that day and then some! I even managed to organize the family finances for the past two months! I had a great day… and while I didn’t want to have sex in the body of someone as young as Shiaka, I couldn’t say no to Paz(Zoe)’s advancements. She wore his body and played the role of a tall, handsome, strong, and dominant man scarily well. …Which isn’t to say I played the role of Maxxie poorly. Paz(Zoe) said she felt like she was having sex with Maxxie. …And I still don’t know if that’s a compliment or not…”
Paz(Zoe): “I’m pretty sure that I said that Zoe felt ‘dangerous’ last time I arranged a little swap, and after seeing Daisuke as cute little Maxxie… I just couldn’t help myself. Maybe my own sensibilities are changing, maybe being able to become my own man has changed how much I enjoy being a man, how comfortable I am with that role. …Either way, I had the body of a strong young man, and I used it to finish everything I let pile up over the past few months. Going through old crap in the garage, doing a heavy duty clean on things I’d struggle to do even as Pascal. I even had enough free time to go to the pool with Daisuke(Maxxie), and seeing him ‘on’ in an environment like that was truly a beautiful thing. …Though not quite as beautiful as what we achieved in bed.”
Haruki(Vidkun): “Titties today, dick tomorrow! …Actually, I guess that would be titties two days ago, and dick yesterday. …Screw it. Point is, after seeing pics of Vidkun’s The Hard Times of RJ Berger-ass dick, I just had to have it for myself, and… somehow Babs wound up in my body. I wanted to, one, fuck a girl and two, get out and hit up the city some more, because what else was I gonna do? Sit around and struggle through art with someone’s worse hands? Nu-uh, honey! I thought I’d be the head honcho, lead the charge… only for Babs(Haruki) to pull a fast one on me, reveal a secret realm of this city my cabal of buddies didn’t know about! And while the South Side was cool… I was intimately aware that I was some scraggly looking White dude every minute I was there. Ah well, At least I got a lot of shit I can reference when my buds are in next… and I got to fuck in a public toilet as a dude! Scratch that one off the bucket list! A.K.A., the fuck it list!”
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!