Synopsis:
Set two months after The Dominance of Abigale Quinlan, Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp follows the cast of The Novus Logs after they are given a gift from the eccentric deity, Verde Dusk. An upgraded version of the body swapper that started it all dubbed The VD 2.0! A wildly powerful body swapper, jam-packed with other features, that serves as the key for the wildest summer of their lives. Spanning two and a half months of rigorously detailed sexual shenanigans and high-octane havoc, Verde’s Doohickey 2.0 is a grand, bizarre, and overly ambitious end to The Novus Logs.
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, dubious consent, strong language, hateful language and slurs, and incestuous activities. Reader discretion is advised.
Notes:
This novel is part of The Saga of Dawn and Dusk series created by Natalie Neumann and is a direct sequel to Verde’s Doohickey, The Malice of Abigale Quinlan, and The Dominance of Abigale Quinlan. It is recommended to read these three novels in order to better understand the characters and concepts featured in Verde’s Doohickey 2.0.
Act 3: Worldly Wonders is, naturally, the third act in Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp and expects the reader to be intimately familiar with the events of Act 1: Switchy Swap and Act 2: Chaotic Changes. Efforts have been made to call back to earlier events and characters are re-established, but if you’re jumping in without reading the prior entries, you are going to be confused.
Due to the sheer variety and volume of body swaps in this novel, a custom naming convention is used to describe characters based on which body they are in. Characters are primarily referred to by who they are— by their mind— followed by the name of the original owner of their current body in parenthesis. For example, Jade in Maxxie’s body is referred to as Jade(Maxxie), while Maxxie in Jade’s body is referred to as Maxxie(Jade). This mind(body) format is used whenever someone is in the body of another named character, but not when characters are in their original bodies. This is a non-diegetic feature of this novel meant to help readers immediately identify which character is in which body.
All dialogue in [italics and brackets] is being spoken in a language other than English. This includes French, German, Hindi, Indonesian, Japanese, Korean, Mandarin Chinese, Spanish, and Ukrainian. The non-English language being used is explained via narration or dialogue. Despite this systematic approach, certain phrases and easy to translate terms will be presented in their original language.
When characters are in their TransSex forms, they will be referred to by their TransSex name. This is to remind the reader that they are in their TransSex forms whenever they are referenced. However, the pronouns used for these characters in narration will continue to reflect their gender identity. Meaning Ken will continue to be described using he/him and Elly will continue to be described using she/her pronouns. The pronouns used to describe characters will only change when/if their gender identity changes. Pronouns will also be altered to reflect whichever perspective the story is following at that moment.
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp
July 1st – We Lost the Remote in Tokyo!
Part 1: Checking in With the Posse
Date: Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Time: 07:15 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: The Swap Posse Telegram Group
Verde: “Gooooood morning Swap Posse! I hope you’ve enjoyed your nice little two day reprieve, but the days aren’t getting any longer and summer ain’t even halfway over! It’s July, meaning it’s time to keep the crazy going for month two. But first, I have an obligatory announcement to dole out.”
Verde: “As I promise, we pushed out the second update to the VD 2.0. Introducing the VD 2.0.2! Which we’re gonna continue calling the VD 2.0.”
Urabe: “Unlike the prior update, this one is rather minor. We merely added two small quality of life features requested by Verde. For Zoe, we added the Perfect Eyesight feature. This is an optional feature buried in the menus that, if used on a target, will grant them perfect eyesight. This will cure them of any vision issues, eliminate any age-related vision deterioration, and correct color blindness. If someone is fully blind, this will not help them, though if someone is mostly blind, it could potentially cure them of all issues with their eyesight.”
Verde: “It’s not that big of a deal, because only ONE of you wears glasses. But now, none of you need to wear glasses, ever!”
Zoe: “Thank you for adding this feature, but do realize that I never asked for this. I am content with my glasses and feel they frame my face rather well.”
Verde: “Huh? You never did?”
Urabe: “You asked me to roll out this feature after explaining Liang’s vision issue a week ago. Remember?”
Verde: “I guess, but with everything going on, a week can feel like two years ago. Sometimes.”
Urabe: “The second feature was specifically requested by Paz two weeks ago. In order to assist with her language teaching jobs, we added a new feature called Gradual Language Transference. As a miscellaneous setting, Gradual Language Transference will allow the user to copy their selected linguistic knowledge at an unregistered target. All of this knowledge is immediately transferred to the target’s brain where it will gradually be released, at roughly 1% of the user’s knowledge per day. Meaning if the user is fluent, then the target will be fluent after 100 days.”
Verde: “100 days is at least semi-believable.”
Paz: “Thank you for finally adding this feature, though, I have some concerns. Wouldn’t the ‘target’ be aware that they are gaining all of this knowledge so quickly? It takes years for someone to become fluent, and even if someone studied as if it were their job, they would not expect to understood words or concepts they had not been studying.”
Abigale: “We have accounted for that as well. After private discussions, we decided that a small amount of mental manipulation was necessary. The target will assume they are merely adept at learning languages and will be encouraged to study for the 100 days following the transference. They will not consider their development to be unnatural, even if they may consciously know better.”
Verde: “We tried to account for everything, but probably missed something somewhere along the line. Oh well~!“
Nazz: “That’s really assuring to hear from the people who made my new body. And life.”
Jade: “This is different from a reality change, or from a physical change. We’re ultimately tricking people into thinking something abnormal is, well, normal. And I don’t think you can alter someone’s brain without risking some side effects.”
Caroline: “Even if they think something is suspicious, this is still helping them, right? Nobody’s life would get worse if they suddenly learned a new language, and we only plan on using this on people who actively want to learn new languages.”
Maxxie: “Yay! Transformation philosophizing! Now, Miss Dusk, could you give me an update on my new TS form?”
Haruki: “Ditto! Helping randos is great, but we need you to help us Build Better Boy Bodies!”
Maxxie: “Yeah! Build us better boy bods! Now! Now! Now!”
Verde: “Such an incorrigible bunch… I give you a $75 per diem. I give you access to a body swapper— a device that allows you to understand the human experience better and more thoroughly than anyone else in your world. I even granted you the enriching assurance that there is, in fact, a GOD in your world. I remixed your damn realities. Yet you still have the audacity to ask me for more?”
Maxxie: “Eyup. And you said you’d do it!”
Urabe: “We have already made plans for you to obtain your preferred forms. However, they will not be freely distributed like these updates.”
Haruki: “Damn, so we gotta work for them? What kinda work?”
Verde: “TBD!”
Haruki: “That can be interpreted as many things…”
Verde: “Let’s just say, it’ll be an adventure.”
Babs: “Nothing ominous about that…”
Shiaka: “Sorry to interrupt, but is this adventure only for Maxxie and Haruki, or is Verde planning something bigger?”
Reyn: “I sure hope not. I already spent over half a year in that cabin with Caroline, and I’d rather spend the rest of the summer in Cook County. Hell, I’m still coming to grips that the entire world thinks I’ve been a man all my life. You would not believe how much that changed things around my apartment.”
Caroline: “I agree. It’s nice being back someplace with ready internet access and modern conveniences.”
Verde: “Oh? Weren’t you planning on going on a little Austrian vay-cay with your daughter? You looked for flights on June 9th, I believe. Don’t tell me you forgot!”
Caroline: “…”
Paz: “Oh, don’t let her get to you. It’s an honest mistake, and you were away from us for so long, weren’t you?”
Jade: “We scheduled flights for right after Independence Day, July 7th. In my mother’s defense, I also forgot that we had a flight scheduled less than a week from today…”
Maxxie: “Shit! I forgot about that! Can I come to? Can that be my adventure?”
Verde: “No, Maxxie. You cannot intrude on mommy-daughter time.”
Maxxie: “Aw. :c”
Haruki: “Hey! So, what kind of adventure should I be preparing for?”
Verde: “Don’t worry about it. All shall be explained in due time! But, uh, don’t schedule things for the first half of this month. Because I have a couple events planned.”
Vidkun: “I hate to ask, but do these ‘events’ begin today?”
Tony: “Yeah! I know not to plan anything with you controlling our lives, but we would like an update on what our day’s gonna be like before it starts.”
Gem: “I concur. While I’m most certainly delighted in the reprieve you granted us, I have been developing a yearning for the chaos you often impose upon us.”
Nazz: “Somehow, I’m not surprised…”
Verde: “Ah, I see you have started asking me to spice up your life. Good. Good. I have big plans for July 4, and you already had your veritable fuckfest on June 26. Anyhow, you know the drill, another day and another need to swap. I could just swap you lot as I see fit for a day, but I think you are all adjusted enough to make your own pairings. It’s user’s choice! If you aren’t swapped with someone within the next hour, I’m going to swap around the stragglers. And do remember, my body is open for the taking, gents.”
Terra: “I take it that I’m going to need to be supervised when swapping bodies, right?”
Abigale: “We gave you those amethyst earrings for a reason. You are free to do everything, except for that.”
Terra: “Ugh. And to think my parents were okay with this.”
Maxxie: “Sis, are we gonna need to have another talk? Mom and Dad are still in Tokyo, so you’re gonna need to get the Maxxie version!”
Terra: “…Actually, forget I said anything.”
Verde: “Shit. I knew I was forgetting something. So, uh, about Ken and Elly, they had a bit of an incident with one of the VD 2.0s while in Tokyo…”
Part 2: Toward The Tokyo Sun
Date: Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Time: 07:54 JST (Japan Standard Time)
Location: Tokyo, Japan
The sun rose valiantly as morning took hold over Tokyo. Trains were zooming across the innards of the city, bringing millions to their jobs or school. Streets were aplomb with life as people rushed out of their homes and into the broader world. And though summer had come in full swing, the apex of heat was still a few weeks away. As the locals made about their lives, a pair stirred within one of the more imposing hotels across the city, its higher floors gleaning a gorgeous view of its skyline. Most occupants were in the midst of getting ready, but there was a pair who were sleeping in a bit later than they ought to.
This pair was none other than Ken and Eleanore Flare. Though, neither were quite themselves at the moment. Ken’s body had been transformed into his TransSex, or TS, form through the use of the VD 2.0, turning him into Katherine Flare, and to the broader world, that’s who he had always been. His body was sprawled over the bed, half covered by the sheets. His thick curly black hair was splayed across his pillow, reaching more than 20 centimeters in its length. Though his face still bore some of the wear one would expect from a 51-year-old, it shined with a clarity and vibrancy one would expect from such a jovial, affluent person. And his body as a whole was displayed without any bothersome clothes to obscure its beauty. This figure sported enough substance to look… comforting.
Though by most metrics she was overweight, and had a notable belly, it meshed endearingly with the rest of Kathy’s form. His bountiful breasts hung off his chest and onto the bed as he laid by their side, featuring the aesthetic markers of age, while still remaining firm. While a girthy, flared ass— one that would draw the eyes of anyone with a reverence of the female form— was teasingly hidden by a stray sheet.
Kathy wiggled in her bed as the 7:55 alarm triggered, greeting him with the sounds of a chipper 80s banger, and like a woman of experience, he knew well enough to rise from her bed to begin the day. He shook herself free from the sheets and sprang to his feet, stretching as he told himself embrace the day, where his eyes landed on his partner, who appeared to have woken up a short while ago.
For the past two weeks, Ken and Eleanore had been taking ample advantage of their TS forms, switching between them at their leisure, while generally maintaining an opposite sex approach. Ken would become Katherine, or rather Kathy. While Eleanore, or rather Elly, would become Elias. It was a necessary approach to maintain the prestige inherent to a heterosexual couple versus a homosexual couple in a business environment. It was a compromise for them to bear, but one they accepted for the gender fluidity alone.
Elias Flare stood before the hotel room window, looking out at the city of Tokyo, sipping a cup of steaming hot coffee, an arm on her hip, completely naked. Kathy stared as he walked towards his husband, admiring her features. Though she was a businessman, Elly had taken diligent care of herself over the years, and the fruits of her labor could be seen on her back alone, sporting visible signs of musculature from her long shoulder blades to a firm ass, branching out into her arms and legs that, while not overtly muscular, weren’t the noodly limbs one would expect from a dime-a-dozen salaryman.
Elias stood tall at 187 centimeters and despite being in this vulnerable state, with her 7 inch dick visible from a window, he carried himself with immense confidence, like she was born to do what she was doing right now.
Kathy looked at Elias and groggily approached her, yawning after taking two steps. She turned in response, revealing her handsome face, heightened by a diligent beauty routine that made this 43-year-old look like he was still in his mid-30s. Her jawline and cheeks carried a faint layer of facial hair from last night’s slumber, but as a man of a complex Asian heritage and a naturally tan complexion, this black fuzz was only visible as one grew closer. Kathy certainly did, embracing his husband, planting his breasts against his her, honed chest, and squishing his plentiful personhood against her lean frame. Kathy was 180 centimeters tall, notably tall for a woman in most parts of the world, and just tall enough to comfortably reach for Elias’s lips in a good morning smooch.
Elias: “Good morning Jaanu.”
Kathy: “Same to you Mahal Ko. Be a dear and remind me what we have planned for today.”
Elias: “Not much for a change. Just a lunch meeting at noon and a 2 o’clock afterward. Then we’ll be as free as can be.”
Kathy: “Oh, don’t exaggerate so much. We still need to work for a living. We’ll just be doing it a few kilometers away from our home, instead of ten thousand.”
Elias: “Well, I consider that to be free, Elly.”
Elly(Kathy): “And I consider work to be work all the same. …Please tell me you brew some coffee for me, Ken.”
Ken(Elias): “Why, of course. It’s on the counter.”
Nodding, Elly in Kathy’s body then walked across the carpeted floor of their hotel room and to the counter, where a complementary mug sat on a coaster. It was still warm to the touch, but just cool enough for her to begin sipping it, allowing the heat and caffeine reinvigorate her borrowed form. She walked back to Ken in Elias’s body as she held this cup, joining him in staring out the window at Tokyo, uncaring that her borrowed tits were on full display.
Ken(Elias): “Are you going to miss it? When we’re out and about like this, every night can be like the last. Full of decadent dinners, dancing, delegating, all before heading to a borrowed room, catered for us, and diving into one another.”
Elly(Kathy): “Heh. I’ll admit, the past month has been some of the most fun I’ve had with you in years. But just think about all the fun we can have in Chicago, and all the people we could be.”
Ken(Elias): “Aw, is someone getting tired of Kathy? We just met her two weeks ago.”
Elly(Kathy): “You’re such a kid sometimes. Variety is the spice of life. And while I love your feminine form, my beloved husband, I saw how you were looking at everyone else during our little pool party last month.”
Ken(Elias): “How could I forget? You were that cute little Black girl, Anita Neukar I think was her name. Though, that’s not her name now. She’s not even a her anymore, he’s a man now.”
Elly(Kathy): “A man who is happy being a woman from time to time, not unlike a certain someone I know. …And during that little summer soirée, you swapped with Natasha, didn’t you?”
Hearing that was enough for Ken(Elias) to nearly choke on his drink, coughing twice before he forced the coffee back down.
Ken(Elias): “Now that… That I’d rather forget. What she did with me… it would be an insult to love itself to call it love. She was always such a sad woman, but now, Nazz has taken her place, and everything I hear back from HQ is making Nazz sound like a superstar. I wonder how many of our other employees would benefit from a change like that. They say a change in perspective can change a person, but this…”
Elly(Kathy): “Don’t get full of yourself, Mahal Ko. We can’t let Verde transform all of our employees over 50.”
Ken(Elias): “Fine, fine, I won’t even ask. Though, I do hate hoarding this for ourselves. Just think about how many people would have their minds blown by this…”
Elly(Kathy): “‘Blown’ can be interpreted in a couple different ways.”
An exaggerated eye-roll followed Elly(Kathy)’s comment, even though she expected such wide-eyed dreaming from her husband.
Ken(Elias): “Say, you don’t have any reservations about doing it in someone else’s body, or a teenager’s, do you?”
Elly(Kathy): “Ken, you’re in my body, with my dick out. I’m in yours with your tits out. It would be a bit much to boss you around now. We can be anyone and be with anyone, and even if we go weeks without making love to each other, I know I will be your one and only.”
Ken(Elias): “Ha! You sure about that? I could always go back to my old lover boy ways, fucking anything woman-shaped that moves.”
Elly(Kathy): “You can, but you won’t. Even if I put you back in a teenage boy’s body, you’ll still think like an adult.”
Ken(Elias): “Ha! So, any bodies you want to call dibs on?”
From the gleam in his eye, it was clear that Ken(Elias) had some in mind. Elly(Kathy), naturally, had a few herself, but she did not let her enthusiasm show
Elly(Kathy): “Ask me after I finish my coffee… and we’re back in Oransen. Though, it would be nice to snag two teens’ bodies for a week, hit the city, and enjoy a second honeymoon. No calls, no responsibilities, just us.”
Ken(Elias): “And if I find someone to add to a threesome during that time…”
Elly(Kathy): “Oh, stop! I think you’ve had enough of being a man for now. Let’s swap back to normal. I could go for some normal right about now.”
Ken(Elias): “Be my guest, Katherine.”
After finishing her coffee, Elly(Kathy) let out a mighty sigh and looked back at the hotel room. It was sparse and semi-fancy, with a few decorations and untouched amenities, but all she cared about was her handbag. Technically, it was Ken’s wallet, but when he became Kathy it morphed into a giant satchel of zippers, pockets, and compartments so labyrinthine that it confused even Elly. She knew it was somewhere in here, but morning brain was rarely the most adept at problem-solving. Still, she sifted through it, pulling things out systematically to lessen the workload, practically decorating the kitchenette countertop with everything from a makeup kit to a passport to tickets from a flight taken two months ago. Everything… except for the VD 2.0.
The VD 2.0 was not some small doodad. At 12 by 8 centimeters, it was a significantly sized object, about as large as an adult’s hand, complete with a purple matte finish. Yet, it was simply not here.
Elly(Kathy): “Hey, you didn’t happen to move the VD someplace… did you?”
Ken(Elias) looked at his wife with widened eyes and immediately took to one of their suitcases, throwing it open as he began his search. As seasoned world-class travelers, they knew how to pack and unpack things. It was basically part of their job at this point. They knew how to systematically search, how to scan every countertop and cranny to find something that disappeared on them. Yet, try as they might, they were unable to find it. It was simply… not there.
Ken(Elias): “Shit, shit, shit! This is bad. …Let’s think back to when we last used the VD.”
Elly(Kathy): “I know exactly where I last saw it. We decided to switch things up right after our 16:00 meeting.”
Ken(Elias): “Right, right. After playing the straight man all day, I thought you’d like to unwind as Kathy—”
Elly(Kathy): “—And I definitely did. We used the VD in the elevator, I put it in my purse, and I made sure to keep my purse on me all night long. That thing was sealed tight…”
Ken(Elias): “Except we were interrupted when four people joined us in that elevator.”
Elly(Kathy): “And then, we got in that taxi… and my purse fell to its side! It must have slipped out! …I left it in a TAXI! Damn it all!“
Out of frustration, Elly(Kathy) grabbed and tossed a pillow against a wall. It was one of the more reserved ways she could express her rage, but enough to draw Ken(Elias) to wrap his arms around her. Her rage still billowed, plainly visible on her visage, yet she visibly appreciated the loving embrace.
Ken(Elias): “So we’re stuck like this for a while. That’s okay. If I was stuck as anybody in this world, you would be my number one. …Though, I’d prefer to be the regular you.”
Elly(Kathy): “We wouldn’t have this problem if we packed a second VD, but no, I just had to insist that we pack lightly.”
Ken(Elias): “Elly, please, it was an honest mistake. Let’s just give Verde a call and ask if she can do anything to help us.”
Elly(Kathy): “You’re right. …This is not the kind of stress I can deal with first thing in the morning.”
Flipping her hair and taking a deep breath, Elly(Kathy) escaped her partner’s grasp and snatched her phone, unlocking it with her fingerprint before giving Verde a call. Looking at the clock, Elly(Kathy) did some quick math to determine it was June 30th 16:21 in Oransen at the moment. Meaning it was plenty early enough for Verde to give her an answer. Anxious, she placed the phone on the counter and turned on the speaker, pacing back and forth as she waited for Verde to pick up. 20 seconds later, she was finally greeted by her voice.
Verde: “Hey Elly, I take it you’re having some trouble in Tokyo.”
Elly(Kathy): “H-How did you know I was— Never mind that! Verde, we have a problem. We… I lost the VD in a taxi.”
Verde: “…Of all the people to lose a VD 2.0. You guys aren’t a pair of horny teens going to a new place. You’re—”
Elly(Kathy): “I’m sorry. I was rushing, I just swapped with Kathy, and I accept full responsibility for this. Just… tell me what we can do.”
Ken(Elias): “And what can you do, Verde? Can you track VDs? Disable ours?”
Verde: “Nope! I deliberately did not give myself the power to do that. Meaning you two need to solve this problem on your own. You’re adults, responsible, have money, and, well, there’s a bit of a distance between us, if you catch my drift.”
Elly(Kathy): “…Did it not occur to you that something like this could happen?”
Verde: “Oh, it did.”
Ken(Elias): “…Yet you still decided against implementing any kind of failsafe?”
Verde: “As they say, chaos is the spice of life.”
Elly(Kathy): “Aren’t you a God? You can warp reality, you made these things, brought Liang back to life, and—”
Verde: “I’m a human at the moment, and I intend on staying that way until the end of the summer, thank you very much. I can reinstate my God powers if I see fit, but that’s more of a DEFCON 3 move, and we’re still firmly in DEFCON 5.”
Ken(Elias): “Now you’re just being unreasonable here. Do you—”
Verde: “Do you hear yourselves? Just because I’m a God you expect me to clean up after your mess before you can even try? Puh-lease! You’ve got people you can call, money you can spend, and try to enjoy this exciting new experience! Like I said, if you get primo fucked over, you know I’ve got your back. But until then, see ya!”
Just like that, the call came to an end, leaving Ken(Elias) and Elly(Kathy) no closer to a solution than they were before. Still panicked, still without a body swapper… and still naked.
Ken(Elias): “…Do you think Verde somehow planned on this happening?”
Elly(Kathy): “No. Verde’s eccentric, but she’s not malicious. …I think she was merely hoping that something like this would happen.”
Ken(Elias): “That sounds about right… You cancel our flight for later today. I’ll see if I can pull in some favors.”
Elly(Kathy): “Thank you, Mahal Ko. Some days I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Ken(Elias): “Oh, you’d be fine. Without you though, I’d be an absolute mess.”
Elly(Kathy): “…I want to say you’re wrong but… let me get dressed before we do anything drastic. We still have that meeting at noon to attend.”
Having nearly forgotten their other responsibilities, the two rushed back to their suitcases for a clean set of outfits, ruminating on how they could possibly find this doohickey. There were thousands of taxis zooming across this city at any given time. The VD 2.0 was meant to look inconspicuous, like a retro gaming handheld, yet even with its purple color, it hardly stood out next to anything Game Boy shaped. And in a city as dense as Tokyo, once something went missing, it very well may be impossible to find it. Still, they had to try, both for themselves, and to prevent a device like this from falling into the wrong hands.
Part 3: The TS Tokyo Thieves
Date: Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Time: 15:20 JST (Japan Standard Time)
Location: Akihabara, Tokyo, Japan
In the dead zone after lunch breaks ended and before school was let out, the streets of Akihabara entered a slight lull. Foot traffic was low, shops weren’t busy, and workers bid their time, busying themselves as they built up stamina for the last stretch of their shifts, knowing it would be over in just a couple hours. With this district’s surplus of niche and novelty shops, there were many relaxing during this stretch, their shops too out of the way to get regular customers outside peak hours. In some cases, they were lucky to get any customers, period.
One such shop, buried on the third floor of an unrelated business, was a retro game store. A particularly niche shop, nowhere near as accessible as a Sofmap, lacking the prestige of Super Potato, but its collection was impressive nevertheless, boasting shelves and walls decked with games from systems familiar and mysterious. One might assume the sheer density and thrill of the search would be enough to draw in at least window shoppers. Alas, the densely packed store was empty aside from a single man, sat behind a small counter.
He was skinny, in his late 20s, hair black as the night and covering his ears, a pair of glasses on his face, dressed as professionally one would expect of a man working at a games store. With no customers and no expectations, the man was busying himself on his PlayStation Vita, playing through the recently released Science Adventure visual novel Chaos;Child as his shift drifted on by. He stared at the game intently, clearly engrossed in its story, only to be interrupted by the sound of a jovial shout.
???: “[Yo, Masahiro! You working here today?]”
The bespectacled man, Masahiro, nearly jumped at the sudden sound, but recovered as he saw the speaker poke his head from behind a corner. It was a man, about the same age as Masahiro, but with a face free from glasses, a fuller, taller figure, and wearing a three-piece suit, black and white with a striped red tie. Masahiro looked at this man with a sense of familiarity, smiling at his presence, before leaning against the counter, looking at him with suspicion.
Masahiro: “[Hey Takeshi, it’s been a minute. …I don’t mind the visit, but what’s the occasion? Aren’t you working right now?]”
Takeshi: “[I was, but I happened to be in the neighborhood and figured I’d drop by. Now, I need your help in identifying something. A customer left it in my taxi. I don’t know who left it, and don’t know if it’s worth much of anything. But if there’s anybody who would, it’s you.]”
Masahiro: “[You really seem to think a lot of me… So what is it? A console? A game?]”
Takeshi: “[A handheld. Lemme just yank it out for ya…]”
Pulling his hands into his suit pocket, Takeshi fiddled with the fabric of his taxi uniform and produced the handheld in question. It was a VD 2.0. A device that resembled a purple vertically oriented games system with a large 4:3 screen and a scattering of colorful buttons. It was clearly reminiscent of the original 1989 Nintendo Game Boy and its derivatives, but there was no doubt that this was a distinctly modern invention.
Curious, Masahiro began tilting the system around, searching for any information on its back, any engravings of labels, but its back was bare beyond shoulder buttons, and its body was considerably sparse. There was a headphone jack and speakers, but there was no port for a charging cable, and no battery pack for easy replacement. There wasn’t even a power button as far as he could tell. Masahiro’s face twisted, he began pressing the device’s buttons, and its dark screen sprang to life.
Takeshi: “[You got any clue what this thing is?]”
Masahiro: “[It’s nothing I’ve ever seen, I can tell you that much… I’m not even sure how this is a real product.]”
Takeshi: “[That’s what I was thinking! It looks like some kind of mockup to me. Something they just use for promotional purposes.]”
As Takeshi spoke, Masahiro continued fiddling with the VD 2.0, navigating through its minimal English interface. A scattering of options appeared on its screen, all affixed with large icons, but their purpose was still curious to Masahiro. Swap, TS, Games, and Options. He started with the games feature, and was presented with a list of games systems: NES, Super Nintendo, Game Boy, GBA, Master System, Mega Drive, Game Gear, PC Engine, Neo Geo, Neo Geo Pocket Color, Wonderswan Color, and even the first PlayStation. It would be impressive… if not for the fact that all of these games, and more, could be played on a modded PSP.
However, the sheer volume of titles impressed Masahiro as he continued digging, storing thousands upon thousands of games, raising questions about how this thing even had enough room to store the hundreds of listed games. Shaking his head, Masahiro backed out of the games section and investigated the other two primary features. The Swap feature sported an icon of two minimalistic silhouettes connected by a pair of curved circular arrows pointing right and left. While the TS option, similarly, was represented with an icon of the three-pronged transgender symbol surrounded by two curved arrows pointing up and down.
While he had some inkling about what these could represent, the nuance was lost on him. So, with curiosity, he investigated the vague TS option and was greeted by another list of four options. Quick TS, Register, Schedule, and TS Calendar, all with their own basic icons to clue Masahiro in on what they did. Shrugging, he selected the first option, Quick TS, and saw the screen display a message, informing him that the swap was initiated and completed, all in the span of a second. Being a native Japanese man with only a spotty understanding of English, he was unable to read, let alone understand, what this message meant.
Before Masahiro could investigate any further, he was met with the voice of a young woman.
???: “[Hey, Masahiro. You got any idea what this thing is yet? My break’s over in a couple minutes.]”
Masahiro looked up to see who said that, and his eyes landed on a Japanese woman. She was in her late 20s, of average stature, straight black hair flowing 10 centimeters past her shoulders, dressed in professional attire. A white business shirt, navy blue vest, matching trousers, and a red neckerchief tied around her neck. With the neckerchief, it almost looked like a school uniform. Nothing about her appearance was unusual in isolation, but Masahiro looked at her like she was a phantom.
Masahiro: “[W-Where did you come from? Where’d Takeshi go?]”
Sharp-Dressed Woman: “[Huh? Is this some kinda joke? It’s me, Taeko. Who’s Takeshi?]”
Masahiro: “[Taeko… Are you a taxi driver or—]”
Taeko: “[Yeah, do you think I’d dress up like this for fun or something?]”
Masahiro looked down at the games system in his hands again and the icon he pressed. Curious, he tried to press another option on the screen before him. Register. He looked at it curiously, its circled check mark icon, and pressed it out of desperation and confusion, hoping that it would do something. To his surprise, it did. Immediately.
Taeko: “[Yo, what the fuck?]”
The composed, if casual, woman before him now looked to be in the middle of a panic attack, muttering to herself, staring at her hands, patting her person, darting her head as hair smacked into her face. She eventually gained enough wherewithal to remember Masahiro existed and slammed her hands on the counter.
Taeko: “[Dude, I just turned into a girl, clothes, hair, boobs— everything!]”
At this point, Masahiro still wasn’t entirely sure what was going on. Clearly the VD 2.0 was doing this, but it seemed so impossible, he just could not accept that this was real. Confusion wracked his face as he navigated the options, only for the device to be snatched from his hands.
Taeko: “[Give me that! I don’t know why you’d use this thing to turn me into a girl, but… let’s see how you like it!]”
Masahiro stared at the strange “woman” before him as “she” pointed the purple handheld at him. With just a few button presses, something… strange happened.
“Taeko” stared at Masahiro as “she” initiated a “Quick TS” at him. A second later, they weren’t staring at Masahiro. Instead, they were staring at a Japanese woman in her late 20s, with short black hair, a tall lanky frame, dressed casually in a T-shirt and pants. Though her appearance was similar to Masahiro’s, the fact her face was devoid of glasses made their similarities less immediately obvious. She looked up at the VD 2.0 with a confused expression before grabbing it from “Taeko.”
Casual Woman: “[Yeah, there’s something weird about this thing and—]”
Taeko: “[Yo! This is crazy and that’s your reaction! Look at yourself, man!]”
Casual Woman: “[Man? How rude! I might not be as endowed as you, but I’m still woman. …And I’m still not sure where you came from or what happened to Takeshi.]”
Taeko: “[I AM Takeshi, you dumbass! Masahiro, you turned me into a girl with this stupid Game Boy!]”
Casual Woman: “[Masahiro? My name’s ‘Masayo.’ Where’d you get—]”
Before “Masayo” could finish, “Taeko” snatched the VD 2.0 from her and stared at the interface, finding the “Register” option to look suspicious. Desperate for a solution, “Taeko” pressed the option while pointing the device at “Masayo,” hoping to find a solution to this mess they’ve gotten themselves in. Based on the terrified look that grew on “Masayo’s” face, it seemed they were getting closer.
Masayo: “[Eh? Eh! What’s with this voice, and these… these are breasts? They’re a bit small, but…]”
Taeko: “[I don’t know how, but this purple Game Boy turned us both into women, and YOU thought that there was nothing wrong with that!]”
Masayo: “[Wait, so you… YOU’RE actually Takeshi?! How the hell is any of this possible? This is a games system, and… I genuinely thought I was a girl, that I was one my whole life and—]”
Taeko: “[Same here, Masahiro! And… wait, lemme check my pockets…]”
On cue, the pair once known as Masahiro and Takeshi looked down into their pockets and found both their phones and wallets. Or what should have been theirs. Instead, they were easily identifiable as girls’ wallets and phones. Masahiro’s phone was pink with two video game character charms dangling off of it. Takeshi’s phone was purple with a yellow flower symbol on the case. Both of their wallets had become slim and fashionable, tightly sealing everything they would need. And inside their wallets, they saw what they had feared. Their IDs had been changed to reflect their new bodies… and their new feminine names. Masahiro was now Masayo. Takeshi was now Taeko. And not a speck on their person referenced who they used to be. Even their phone wallpapers and apps were different. It was as if they had stepped into the bodies of alternate universe versions of themselves.
Masayo: “[Takeshi, what the hell did you find?]”
Taeko: “[That’s what I came to you to figure out! This shit is crazy, it must have come from SERN or aliens or some crazy shit like that! But… we’re the ones who have it now. Meaning we can become girls and do… girl stuff.]”
Masayo: “[Eh? W-What are you talking about?]”
Taeko: “[Heh. I’m still figuring that our myself. My manager’s gonna be pissed, but I’m gonna turn in early for the day, take some time off, and make the most of this thing.]”
Takeshi, or rather Taeko as far as the broader world was concerned, then snatched the VD 2.0 from her supposed friend before walking away.
Masayo: “[W-What are you doing? You can’t leave me like this! We don’t even know what—]”
Taeko: “[C’mon, live a little! How many guys would kill for an experience like this? Just lemme take care of this and that, and I’ll see ya at 17:20. Bye-bye~!]”
As he spoke, Taeko scampered out of the game shop and down the stairs. Masayo attempted to run after him, but he stumbled just as quickly as he stood up, his center of gravity moved and balance disrupted. He was forced to walk as Taeko inexplicably ran, and by the time he reached the ground level of this building, Takeo and his recognizable taxi were both gone.
Masayo: “[Damn it, Takeshi. You give him a new toy and he just goes crazy. Such a kid…]”
Masayo sighed as he realized that he was not getting out of this situation that easily. He was stuck like this for a bit longer, and looked down at himself to soak it all in. Modest breasts poked against his shirt. His glasses no longer blocked his vision, which looked to be perfect, better than it had ever been. His hair was shorter than it was as Masahiro for a reason he could not fathom, and a completely different set of shoes covered his feet. Curious, he took out his phone to get a better look at his new face, flinching as he saw a plain yet cute girl on the screen, mirroring his every move. The illusion lacked the dissonance of uncanniness of any face altering programs one might have expected of the era, and this sight… stirred something within Masayo.
Looking around at the streets, sparse with mid-afternoon traffic, he scampered back up to the game shop, likely hoping to have some fun with this situation before his shift ended.
Gaiden July 1st: Nazz and Liang (Finally) Make Love
Date: Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Time: 20:12 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: The Xing Residence
After a day’s work, Liang Xing and Nazar “Nazz” Nemirovsky were both lounging around their basic yet functional living room, the TV blaring the news while Nazz fiddled with his phone and Liang typed away on his laptop.
Nazz had ditched his dress shirt and slacks for basic casual wear, a red tank top and blue shorts, as he lounged about. His 191 centimeter tall body spread across a couch, his athletic form on full display. Molded by Urabe, Nazz had the body of an idealized 22-year-old White boy. A body with slightly tanned skin, bright blue eyes, blonde hair cut in a stylish yet respectable do, and a handsome mug that would garner favor with men and women alike. He casually scrolled through his phone with one hand, the other splayed back, eyes occasionally darting over to the news before going back to his screen.
Nothing about his guise or gestures indicated that he was ever a 52-year-old Ukrainian woman just two weeks ago, but some people are simply more receptive to change than others. Especially when it’s a change they’ve been lusting after for weeks, if not years.
Liang was sitting in an armchair, a laptop on his lap, a wireless mouse on the narrow armrest. He had traded his work clothes for a simple T-shirt and pajama pants, looking like a dad working from home, which he basically was. Still recovering from the 13 years he spent dead, he was going through some online class, brushing up on his skills and recent regulatory changes.
His slick black hair still had remnants of product in it from earlier in the day, light brown eyes stayed glued to the laptop, rather than the television, and while he looked comfortable, he could not help but slouch while in this chair. He was an exceedingly tall man at 194 centimeters, and though he did not look uncomfortable in this chair, there was a faint look of frustration on his face. At least he could see the screen with no issues, unlike during his past life.
To an outsider perspective, they almost looked like a father and son, barring the racial divide.
Both were still intimately aware of the near decade they spent as husband and wife, the memories crystallized in Nazz’s mind and fresh in Liang’s. Now, however, they had taken on the public relationship of stepfather and stepson, working together at Flare Industries, while trying figuring themselves out. Nazz was jumping face-first into what it meant to be a young man in the 2010s. Liang was trying to pick up where he left things… while being inundated with all manner of body swapping and sex swapping tomfoolery.
Nazz: “You know Zoe’s gone for the night. He’s staying at the Kurokawa’s for something.“
Liang: “Ha! I think I know what that’s code for.”
Nazz: “At this point, probably, and… I was lying when I said that I didn’t think anything about being you for a day.”
Nazz said this in reference to their swap choices earlier today. To avoid getting assigned a random body and needing to fumble through work, or force someone to endure a workday as them, Liang and Nazz merely exchanged bodies with one another.
Liang: “Oh? Is being a kid not all its cracked up to be? Could’ve surprised me. Just being in your body, working with your brain, everything felt just that sharper, just that clearer. And when I was that Maxxie girl, I felt like I had an unlimited well of energy at my disposal.”
Nazz: “No, it’s… Let me just go and say it. Ten days ago, you asked me what we are. Remember?”
Liang: “Of course! It was the day I hatched from an egg! We decided to not bother defining ourselves by labels. We are people, we are family, and deep down, I still see sparks of Natasha within you. The best parts.”
Nazz: “Oh, please, you’re just trying to stay on my good side.”
Realizing this was not going to be a short conversation, Liang turned off the TV to give Nazz his full attention.
Liang: “I loved you for your passion and spirit above all else.”
Nazz: “Really, not my dazzling good looks?”
Liang: “…They say it takes a good man to love an average looking woman.”
Nazz: “And a saint to love a hog. But that’s beside the point. I’ve been thinking about this ever since we had sex with Ruby and Babs. Do you… Do you want to have sex?”
Liang: “Huh. That’s a question I wasn’t expecting.”
Nazz: “I take it that’s a no then.”
Liang: “Nazz, please, you’re talking to a man who just learned that bisexuality was a real thing a week ago. I haven’t even had sex since I was resurrected.”
Nazz: “No, I… Fuck, lemme start over again. Since I became me, since I became Nazz, I have not turned myself into a woman. Why bother? I’m a guy now. But Verde was getting on my ass for not trying it out, and I figured… maybe I TransSex myself, or whatever, for the night and have sex with you. I know I was never a big fan of sex as Natasha, and I—”
Liang: “Oh! So I would be having sex with a girl version of your current self? You should have opened with that, you know! Of course I’ll have sex with you like that!”
Nazz: “‘Of course I’ll fuck a hot blonde, I’m only a red-blooded man!’ I should have assumed as much, but shit’s so wack that I can’t assume much.”
As they reached this compromise, Liang looked at the time in the lower right-hand corner of his laptop screen. It was almost 20:30, not late by any means. Awkward conversation like this did not make for the best foreplay, but as a man who had not had sex for, from his perspective, several months, to say he was feeling a bit pent-up was underselling it.
Liang: “Give me ten minutes to wrap this up and brush my teeth, and then we can get started.”
Nazz: “…Tonight? …You know what, sooner is better when appeasing that bitch, and we might need some time to get into the right groove.”
Liang: “That depends on what you look like! …So, you never turned yourself into a girl?”
Nazz: “I just swapped with them— against my will— so you’ll get to see the maiden voyage of… whatever my female version’s name is.”
Liang wrapped up his work on the laptop, plugging it in to charge, before the two made it to the freshly crafted basement of the Xing household. It was a new renovation prepared by Urabe that doubled as Liang’s room, featuring all the amenities of a home office and bedroom, including a king-sized bed. A VD 2.0 was placed atop Liang’s desk, and Nazz wasted little time before grabbing it for himself. Liang shot him a smile as Nazz fiddled with it, slowly navigating to the Quick TS option and pointing the device at himself. He gulped, fearing what Verde might have planned for him and, just like that, his entire form shifted.
Liang stared at Nazz as his body shrunk by a full foot, becoming petite, almost dainty in scale. His short hair exploded into a pair of poofy ponytails that sprang from the back of her head, featuring some truly impressive volume. His handsome face retained its idealized nature, but the form inverted, his nose and brow shrinking as cheeks became more prominent and all hardness of a masculine face vanished. Makeup adorned his plain visage, with color being added to his eyes, cheeks, and lips to make his form more eye-catching, if not desirable. Broad shoulders became narrow. Board shorts became booty shorts that firmly wrapped themselves against a fat ass attached to a pair of wide hips. While his six-pack were replaced by something thin yet less defined, leading into a pair of huge breasts sealed in a red baby tee that only amplified his ample bust and hourglass figure.
The more one looked at him… the harder it became to find a more succinct description of his appearance beyond that of a stereotypical blonde bimbo.
Nazz: “…Now everything’s a lot smaller and—”
Nazz recoiled at the sound of his new form’s voice. Gone was the bold and commanding voice he had grown accustomed to over the past two weeks. In its place was a voice lathered in vocal fry, making him sound like a stereotypical valley girl.
Nazz: “Ugh, is that what I sound like? I must sound like such a slut, and…”
Looking around the room, Nazz found a conveniently placed two-meter-tall mirror, allowing him to see the totality of his new form. It was a few feet away, requiring him to take a small stride, where he found himself subconsciously shifting his “man walk” to something more rhythmic and regimented. It was a style of walking that Nazz had to learn when piloting Gemma’s body last month, yet this felt even more extreme.
Upon reaching the mirror, he was dazed by the sight, stepping back as he realized he now embodied this person. His once practical fingers were now adorned in long nails, painted and covered in a layer of protective gloss. Toes were similarly pampered. And where he once felt strength, he felt so dainty that he wasn’t sure he could lift 10 kilograms with a single hand. As he wiggled in place, getting a look at his body at every angle, he paused to take a hand to his cleavage, fishing out his phone covered in a hot pink case. The UI was fortunately identical to what he had grown used to— the default settings— and as he opened up the Telegram app, he was greeted with his new body’s name. Nazara.
Nazara: “Nazara? I guess that makes sense and… Gawd, just hearing this voice in my head, it makes me think that, like, I should be talking like this, like, y’know. Ugh! No, I’m not supposed to sound like some dummy!”
Liang: “Now, Nazz, erm, I guess Nazara. *[We can control a lot about our voices, so just try to think about how you want to sound. I know that Gem kid was able to sound like anybody despite having a ‘distinct’ way of speaking.]*”
Hearing Liang switch from speaking English to Ukrainian demonstrated the point to Nazara. He did not just change his accent, but his affect changed as he switched from one language to another. Nazara just needed to remember what the VD 2.0 did to languages, not go with what came naturally, and remember how she would want to sound.
Nazara: “Okay, okay, testing one-two-three… ‘All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.‘”
As he attempted speaking yet again, Nazara tried reciting the first Shakespeare quote that came to mind, the beginning of his “seven ages of man” monologue. She recited the words clearly and concisely, with the diction and rigor expected of an actress of stage. He smiled as he realized this, before taking hands to his hair, undoing the bands that kept them in their dual ponytail shape, causing them to fall down into a tempest of hair that stopped at his ass. Staring at himself in the mirror, he sighed, taking all of this in. Confirming the sight before him, he grabbed a boob and an ass cheek, giving them both a rub, craning himself forward slightly as he looked in a mirror with come hither eyes, mouthing the words “fuck me.”
Nazara: “Verde, you bitch of a fox. You wanted me to turn myself into a walking wet dream.”
Liang: “Weren’t you always?”
Nazara: “Like, wuh?”
Nazara flinched as he let his vocal fry slip out, shaking his head in frustration.
Liang: “I don’t know too much about what girls these days find desirable in a man, but I’m pretty sure you could say the same thing about yourself as Nazz. Just thinking of you with your shirt off while in Maxxie’s body made me… feel things.”
Nazara: “Oh my gawd! …So that’s what Urabe was thinking when she gave me this body. This was her sick idea of what a female version of Nazz should be. Not a bad bitch, but a submissive slut. I’d say I won’t stand for this… but I’m in no real position to complain.”
Liang: “That’s the spirit! She gave you an extra 30 years! So what if your new girl form is a bit… flighty?”
Nazara: “That’s one word for it. It feels like there’s something in my brain that’s not connected, and I need to focus to say normal sentences. Maybe I’ll get used to this, but I’m not—”
Looking at Liang, Nazara saw that he was in the middle of taking off his shirt. While Liang was not the type to hit the gym, he was always one for a little practical exercise and there was nothing to complain about when he took his shirt off. He was fit, maybe skinny by some metrics, his skin had a dash of color from his Chinese heritage ,and he looked at Nazara with a smile. It was a smile that said he liked the person he was looking at… and wanted them.
Just the sight of seeing Liang like this, so casual, comfortable, confident, it was sexy. It left Nazara restless, warm, welcoming, and focused. His eyes locked on Liang, drinking up his image from his nipples to the outline of the hardened dick in his pants, before darting his head back to his face. Nazara turned away as he realized what he was doing, his face pink with embarrassment, the blush shining through the makeup.
Liang: “I don’t mean to be crass, but I’ve been interested since I saw you transform. I don’t think of myself as a superficial guy like that, even if girls like you were the easiest to find back in my day. But… it’s different when she’s right in front of me and I know that’s my wife in there. Hahaha!”
Nazara: “I… It’s something with, like, this body, with this brain, but I…”
Liang: “You want to fuck me?”
Nazara: “…Yeah.”
Liang: “Hahaha! You’re so cute like this, you know? Well, let’s get right too it then.”
With an affirmation of consent from his frazzled partner, Liang took to his pants and slid them down, revealing a pair of briefs struggling to contain his fully erect 8 inch schlong. Nazara felt his eyes gravitate towards this phallic outline before turning away to the other side, staring at his boobs before deciding he should strip. The baby tee was the first to go, but lifting it up over his head proved to be a challenge. It was so snug around his boobs that he had to yank it past his shoulders, and feed it through his giant mess of hair. One might think that Nazara’s time as a woman would have clued him in to these subtleties and techniques, but there are some things women don’t need to learn if they have small chest and short hair for most of their lives.
Flinging away the red shirt two sizes too small for him, Nazara looked down to see a pair of boobs constrained in a light pink bra. Experience told him to reach for the back to undo the clasps, a challenge considering the length of his nails, only to find nothing on the strap. He curiously dug his hands to the front, where he found the expected clasp, freeing his “girls” with a few clumsy movements, only to be met with the sheer weight of these fat titties. He nearly fell as gravity pulled at them again, stopping himself a moment later, before grabbing these fleshy spheroids with his hands, finding them to feel… good. Superb. Far better than what decades of experience told him boobs should feel like.
Trying his best to not think about the tempting boobs on his chest, Nazara moved down to the booty shorts, grabbing them and the… thong strap over his crotch before yanking them down with gusto. Nazara kicked these garments out of the way and turned back to the mirror, looking at himself without any obfuscation, just their TransSex body in all its glory, looking every bit as idealized as one would imagine. Perfectly resembling walking wet dream that has fascinated boys of at least three generations. He gulped at the sight, his sexuality spiraling in various directions before a desire escaped his mind and through his lips.
Nazara: “I should ask Verde if there’s a way I could fuck myself. …Shit, did I really say that out loud?”
Liang: “You did, and I don’t blame you.”
Nazara turned to see Liang, his body bereft of clothes, his dick out and rock hard. Nazara’s stared at it, faint memories resurfacing of the last time he had sex with Liang, well over 13 years ago. His face winced as he recalled those memories, how rare it was and how… unpleasurable it was. Even now, the sounds of his pain, back when he was Natasha, reverberated in his head. He put up with it then, but now… he wanted that dick. Not to make Liang happy, but to make him happy, to break in this new body and see what apex of pleasure it is capable of.
Nazara: “Please… fuck me.”
Liang: “Heh. You sure you’re the same Nazz in there?”
Nazara: “Don’t know. Don’t care. Fuck me. Please.”
Throwing his hands up and chuckling to himself, Liang gestured Nazara to the bed, where he immediately proceeded to display himself. His blue eyes went wide as he spread his legs, waiting in anticipation for Liang to look over him, and join him. He saw it. Liang’s dick. Inches away. All he had to do was thrust it in and he’d be free from this wait.
Instead, Liang stared at Nazara, wearing that same affectionate smile, before bringing his lips to his partner’s. Tongue quickly pierced Nazara’s lips, and a gushing pulse filled his body from this penetration. Nazara knew that he had to offer some tension, to not just melt as Liang tried to get his body going. Yet the feeling of these lips, of a tongue he had never used for something sexual, it left him too dazed to think, too dazed to move, to do anything but want what was so close. He could feel the wetness billowing, growing between his sex. He had lacked the opportunity to forget what it was like to have a vagina, but the feeling of it getting like this, getting sloppy with anticipation alone, it may as well be new to him.
Liang removed his lips some time later. Twenty seconds? A minute? Two? Nazara could not tell. He just knew that it left him hungry, eager for something more. It was a desire Liang could plainly see, and with his target before him, he made contact, sticking his dick straight into Nazara’s pussy. It slid in easily, effortlessly, and the same ease was found as he began to thrust. With each insertion, Nazara spasmed, gasping as he felt such a long, powerful appendage slide within him. His breathing was heavy, teetering on erratic, hands gripped the sheets beneath him, and after getting more than just moist between his legs, he felt a powerful pulse reverberate across his body. Only through recent experiences did he recognize that as an orgasm. However, he was far from content after just one.
Liang: “It’s… it’s been too long since I did it with you. To think, you never liked sex. But now, look at you. Look at those eyes. Are you still with me, Nazara?”
Nazara: “Y-Yes. Please, keep go— going! I… I don’t know—”
The second orgasm caused Nazara to pause, but that was still not enough. Not even close.
Nazara: “K-Keep it up. I need it. I, like, need it to live!”
Liang: “Ha! You’re so cute when you do that, you know.”
Nazara: “I’m, like, not even trying to, it just, like, all comes out and—”
Orgasm number three hit. And from the composed look on Liang’s face, he was far from finishing.
Nazara: “W-Where’d you, like, learn this?“
Liang: “You know I had something of a love life before you. You remind me of one of my old girlfriends… but it’s been so long I can’t even remember her name. Which is fine by me. All I need… is you.”
It was a shmaltzy line, yet Liang’s utterance, and the following kiss, were enough to send Nazara floating yet again. He relished in the aftermath, staring up at Liang, his figure looking so large over him. Nazara had grown used to his height in a short time, to being the big strong man, yet now, such thoughts could not be further from his mind. He felt a longing, a desire to do something for the man putting in so much work to make him feel good, and brought his hands toward him, trying to grasp him, embrace him, yet as his fingers made contact, another rush slammed against Nazara’s crotch, and his arms went limp once again.
Liang stared at Nazara’s efforts, letting out a small laugh. He had known Natasha for a decade, seen her struggles, her at her best and her worst. But this? This was something he had never seen from his wife. A cuteness that she would have never allowed herself to show, repressed by a decade of despair and a sense that she was not able to be anyone other than the self she developed. A cuteness that he thought was just gone after Natasha became Nazz. But as he stared at him now, panting like a young woman drenched in sexual pleasure, he saw that cuteness on full display, and felt something swell within him.
Liang: “H-Hey, where do you want me to finish—”
Nazara: “Inside me.”
His voice was clear, devoid of the vocal fry inflection that he unconsciously fell into. The affect added to his newfound sense of cuteness, yet its absence was reassuring. It made it clear that this is what Nazara really wanted.
With a smile, Liang made one final thrust into Nazara and burst his load.
Nazara: “Kyaaa!“
Liang: “Gruuuhhh!“
It was powerful, stronger than Liang could recall since whenever he last came with someone. For Nazara, the hot, rushing juices, sputtering out inside him, left him jittering, mumbling nonsense as he became awash by something that his body just adored… and the knowledge that… he did it.
Nazara: “Finally. I… I made love to you. …And I liked it. I loved it.”
Liang: “You… you were also my best time too. I don’t know what it is about your body, and I didn’t do anything, but…”
Nazara: “Was my pussy that good to you?”
Liang: “Yeah, it was. It wasn’t the first time I had sex since I came back, but—”
Nazara: “Please, don’t mention other women when you’re with me.”
Liang: “Not even when I was that women and you were the man? Ha! I still can barely remember who was who during that foursome.”
Nazara: “…We were both.”
Pausing in the middle of their pillow talk, Liang looked over to his clock. It was still just a bit past 21:00, the night was young, and though he was in his 40s, the thrill of sex was enough to make him primed for a second wind. …Just with a twist. Liang got up and shakily walked over to the VD 2.0 on the desk. Nazara looked on curiously, too sexed out to consider walking, and wondering what his former husband was planning. It was then that he felt his body shift, stripping him away from the wet aftermath and to a form… far more familiar.
With the press of a few buttons, Liang had turned Nazara back to Nazz. Sweat still caked his person, he was still nude as can be, but his muscles, short hair, and most vitally, his dick, were all in place. …Though, his dick was sporting a fierce dollop of Liang’s cum, dripping onto his balls. Because… the cum had to go somewhere. With this return to his new default, Nazz felt a resurgence of energy in his person. The passivity he felt during his time with Liang was gone, and while content before, now he was hankering for a second round, his dick tall and proud as he remained on the bed.
Nazz: “Damn, you’d think that cumming as a girl would make this thing go down. Maybe Verde’s fucking with us ag—”
As Nazz sat himself up on bed, he saw that Liang had also transformed, shifting into his previously seen female form, known as Lilian Xing. Liang’s light complexion and light brown eyes remained largely unchanged, just with clearer skin and the softer features one would expect. His straight black hair pillowed outward, long enough to rest on his shoulder, yet was contained in a tight professional bun— even while otherwise naked. For a woman, he stood at the impressive stature of 188 centimeters, plenty of height to make the average man insecure, and this size was reflected in the rest of Lilian’s form.
He was approximately the same weight as Liang, except it all went into his curves, namely his ass, the rest expanding out into the rest of his form. He had a tall, full presence that would make most men, and most women, look small and tiny by comparison. The attire of office clothing did something to contain or obscure his stature, but with his significant breasts on full display, there was nothing ambiguous about Lilian’s person. They were one thick-ass Chinese MILF.
Lilian took a moment to look over himself… or rather, feel himself up. Cascading his hands down his TransSex form, reacquainting himself with its folds, curves, and even its nuances as he played with his breasts, rubbed his ass, and took a finger to the slit between his legs, coming away with a dampened digit.
Lilian: “Oooh! I see what you’re saying, Nazz. It’s like going from 0 to 50 in a flash.”
Nazz: “…Wait, you’re not about to have sex with me… are you?”
Lilian: “No, I’m just switching to my lady form for fun.”
Nazz: “Could’ve sworn you said you didn’t want to be my wife.”
Lilian: “And I don’t. I’m confident enough in my masculinity to be a woman from time to time. …Besides, what moron of a man would refuse to try having sex as a woman if given the opportunity? I’ve spent more time exploring this body than you might think, and if anybody’s going to take my female virginity, I’d like it to be you.”
That last line made Nazz pause, his brain refusing to process Lilian’s words despite being, technically, correct
Nazz: “There is literally nothing about you that says virgin.”
Lilian: “Really? Then what does my body say about me?”
As he spoke, Lilian laid himself on the bed, propped up on his side, just outside of Nazz’s reach, shooting him a come hither stare. Nazz looked over his form, the way the fat hung off his body, how his breasts folded at this angle. This form was not ideal by mainstream standards. …But if his flings with Ruby were not enough of an indication, Nazz liked himself some bigger woman, and that’s exactly what he saw in front of him.
Nazz: “It says that you’re beautiful, you’re confident in that fact, and that you want me.”
Lilian: “Ha! I might look the part, but… this might be a bit much for me.”
Lilian shook himself in the bed after that line, his self-confidence dropping as he looked away, only for Nazz to plop himself forward, grabbing onto Lilian’s chin and turning his face back to him.
Nazz: “Don’t worry. I’m intimately familiar with a woman’s perspective on this sort of thing.”
Nazz gestured at Lilian to move closer to the center of the bed, and he scampered close to him, flipping his body onto and over Nazz. With a mere 3 centimeter difference in their height, Lilian had little difficulty establishing himself over Nazz, and though his face was not awash in confidence, it was clear that Lilian had a plan of sorts.
Nazz: “Oooh! Can’t say I’ve ever been topped by a 40-year-old virgin.”
Fortunately, Lilian lacked the context to recognize that line as a terrible reference to a middling 2005 movie, so it didn’t irreconcilably ruin the mood. At least for these two.
Lilian: “Well… you’re young. So think of this as a… new experience.”
Being at the precipice of sex as a woman was nerve-wracking to Lilian. Sweat was building on his forehead, the dick seemed far bigger at this angle, and the weight of this body, and its less developed musculature, was more evident to him now than ever before. He could have just laid back and done it, but there was something in his brain that just could not give up this idea, this concept, of being a man, of being the top, even if he was doing it with another guy. Half of his mind said no, the other said yes, and his body… was quite literally dripping with anticipation.
If he were a weaker man, a younger man, he might have cowered away, but with a 22-year-old staring down at him, he could not stand for that. He took a deep breath, aimed for the dick before him, and slid in. Slowly, slowly— before Nazz placed his hands on Lilian’s hips and did the hard part for him, slamming Lilian’s pussy onto his dick, forcing the remaining six inches in all at once.
Lilian: “GYURK! What the hell are you… Oh. Oh this is…”
As the initial pain faded, the totality and intensity of Nazz’s dick could be fully felt, leaving Lilian dazed. It was still hard to comprehend what he now had within him— that his body had a cavity just big enough to accommodate a full cock, and that every part of it was tickling his innards. He could feel its heat, its wetness, the residual cum from when he fucked Nazara. His body quivered, arms shook, and mind went into a flurry as he felt memories resurfacing from his past. Every homophobic comment, every time he heard “suck a dick” as an insult, every time he had his masculinity questioned. He had known himself to be better than that, knew that this behavior, that these rigid ideal, were wrong. But when a boy becomes a man in the 1970s, it’s impossible to come away without some cultural baggage.
Half of his mind was drowning in a sea of insecurity that betrayed his words. The other half could not help but focus on the handsome face of the man beneath him… and the promise of what sex could bring. Lilian began doing what he knew worked, pushing himself up and down on Nazz’s dick, feeling it rub within him. The ribbing of the head, the flicking of the frenulum, and the subtle force that Nazz put behind it, even as he laid on his back. Lilian was left panting for air, his eyes shut as he tried to comprehend what was happening between his legs, but he did not stop. He didn’t want to.
As Lilian maintained this precarious balance, he felt something grab him, pull him closer, and embrace his lips. Having just kissed Nazara a few minutes ago, he was shocked at how different something as simple as a kiss could feel. His lips were fuller, Nazz’s were slimmer, there was a greater impact as they collided, and rather than be the explorer, Nazz was the one to travel into his mouth. Lilian flinched, and before he could consider another move, he felt a pair of hands grasp his breasts, each casually flicking a thumb onto his nipples. A jolt sparked through Lilian’s spine, and he pulled away to see Nazz with the smuggest smirk plastered on his face.
Nazz: “I know it’s your first time, but you’re not much of a top. You sure you don’t want me to…”
As Nazz spoke, he moved his hands over Lilian’s nipples, caressing and rubbing them with the totality of his palms. Lilian winced from the sudden movement, but merely looked down at Nazz with a sense of renewed conviction.
Lilian: “L-Look who’s talking. You weren’t able to move when I was with you, and unlike you, I don’t have t-the experience of living as a woman for more than a-a few hours. M-Maybe a day at this point…”
Nazz: “Heh. When you put it like that, it sounds like you’re fishing for compliments.”
Lilian: “I’m not. I just need to… find the resolve and—”
After leaving Lilian stuttering from his deft hands, Nazz decided to pinch him, silencing Lilian as he stifled a scream, trying to put on his best pissed face.
Lilian: “Are you enjoying yourself?”
Nazz: “Your pussy feels great. Technique could use some work though.”
Lilian: “W-Well, maybe I’m just getting started and if you take your hands off me, I can try something… better.”
On cue, Nazz removed his hands and placed them behind his head, waiting for Lilian to deliver something “better.” He sighed at his partner’s nonchalant, if not bratty, attitude and took a deep breath, stopping his movement. Nazz patiently awaited as Lilian took a deep breath, feeling his beating heart as it coursed hot blood throughout his body, reminding himself who he was, what this body was like… and what equipment he was working with. He had to be at peace with this body to make for a better time for his partner… and himself. He got a taste, and now it was time for the real thing.
Lilian began by grabbing Nazz’s arms, pinning him down with the weight of his person. He looked unimpressed by this bold action, and Lilian shot him a confident smile, as if to say “I know what I’m doing.” He wiggled his hips, feeling the dick riding between them, shook his ass to and fro, before plopping himself down onto Nazz’s person, spreading upon impact. Nazz smiled for a faint second, and with that small affirmation, Lilian began working with what he had been given. Embracing his curves, projecting onto Nazz as he thought what he would want a woman shaped like him to do. He would want “her” to use “her” muscles, shake what “she” had, and send him on a tour that felt different from doing it in a sock or whatever. It required him to embrace what he had, not just use it, and the best part was… he didn’t need to guess if he was doing a good job. He could just feel it.
Every shake, jostle, or wiggle brought forth a new angle, a new side, a new miniscule crevice within that was brought to his attention, and Lilian urged himself to keep going. Again and again, without stop, as he brought himself to a climax. He paused, still dazed by the power of an orgasm without a great release, and recognizing he still had fuel in the tank, he easily got a second and third wind. He continued on… and on… and as the fatigue was settling in, as he had let go of Nazz’s hands out of burgeoning exhaustion, he finally felt it. Exactly like with him and Nazara, a hot gushing burst of semen pelted his innards, frightening him with its heat and intensity. He recognized this as the end and, as this fact resonated through his mind, Lilian fell to his left, sliding off of Nazz’s dick and planting his face just a few inches away.
Lilian: “That… that was more than I bargained for. Holy… hell.”
Nazz: “Yeah, that’s one of the great things about this body. I’ve got sexual stamina for days, and you let me just lay back and relax. Maybe reconsider that for next time.”
Lilian: “You… Ugh.”
Nazz: “You know, for a virgin, I was expecting some blood, but your hymen didn’t stretch. Funny how that works.”
Lilian: “That’s… that’s a good thing? Less cleanup involved.”
Nazz: “I’d ask if you wanted to shower after that— you’re just wet with sweat— but I take it that walking’s not really an option for you.”
Lilian: “I can barely feel my legs.”
Nazz: “Then I guess we’ll just spend the night together, just me and my MILF-y wife.”
Lilian: “…But I know I have enough in me to grab the VD and turn myself into a man. I’m sure you’d like to sleep with a taller man, spooning your ass.”
Nazz: “Surprised you know about spooning. I never took you for an internet porn kinda guy.”
Lilian: “I didn’t need the internet to learn about sexual positions!”
Nazz: “Great! That’ll make it easier to play around. You were great, Lilian. Just… don’t expect me to be exclusive to you.”
Nazz seemed to intend that comment to be a joke, but his tone made him sound… forlorn. As if he realized what he could have had if he hadn’t reacted to this magic body swapper and sex changer the way he did.
Lilian: “That’s fine. We’re not even really married anymore. …But I don’t know if I can do this whole polycule thing. I’m a monogamous man from a monogamous world and… now, now I just want to get some sleep.”
Nazz: “Same here.”
Nazz’s speech was interrupted by a hearty yawn before he rose up and walked over to the light switch, flicking it. Darkness came over the basement, but with a night light shining from near the stairs, he was able to effortlessly navigate back to the other side of the bed. Nazz approached Lilian from behind and placed himself in an optimal spooning position. Lilian flinched as something touched his butt cheeks, but at this point, he was past resisting.
With both their bodies worn from back-to-back sex sessions, sleep came quickly. They had taken a huge step in continuing their relationship, saw a new side of each other, and learned a little something-something about themselves in the process. It was strange and oversexualized, but for most of the Swap Posse, that was just life at this point.
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!