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.
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp
July 6th – Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 1
Part 1: Driving with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz
Date: Monday, July 6, 2015
Time: 12:02 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: The Outskirts of St. Louis, Missouri
The sun hung high in the sky as a barrage of traffic zoomed across Interstate 44, flooding out of St. Louis proper and into the rest of the state of Missouri. Trees bordered the highway from suburban sprawl, and insulated the drivers along a mostly straight line. It was a long road through a good chunk of the country, yet it was the route chosen by a solid quarter of the Swap Posse as they engaged in their next summertime activity. The coveted transnational road trip. With their vehicle of choice being an innocuous 2006 Honda Odyssey minivan and the driver being none other than Haruki Kurokawa. Or rather, her TransSex form, Haruya Kurokawa.
Haruki was never the biggest fan of the hand the VD 2.0’s sex swap function gave her, and looking at her, it wasn’t too hard to see why. She was always a larger woman— fat if you want to be honest about it— but as a guy, her well distributed fat just wasn’t in the right places to suit her needs, and there wasn’t much else of immediate appeal to her.
Her light brown complexion was the same as always— she still looked far more Mexican than Japanese. Her once long and carefully maintained straight hair was traded in for a curly black mop that was too short to do much fancy with. While she could have had a handsome mug, she still looked like a teenage boy who couldn’t grow facial hair despite being 24-years-old. And even though she gained an extra six centimeters, standing at 171 centimeters in total, she was still on the shorter end of average for a guy… while being on the heavier end of average. She was an overweight dude who you didn’t even need to ask if they liked video games and anime.
However, Haruya was far from alone. Tony was in the passenger’s seat, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts as he kept his eyes off the road and on his DS Lite, looking down as he played The World Ends With You with a stylus in hand, rocking a pair of earbuds. Gemma was positioned behind him, dressed in a tank top and extra short shorts, fiddling on his smartphone as he played the acclaimed Granblue Fantasy, putting his inherited Japanese skills to the test. While Vidkun laid down in the way back, dressed in a purple T-shirt and khakis, working his way through Oreshika: Tainted Bloodlines on his PlayStation Vita with proper over-ear headphones blocking out the rest of the world.
Last, but not least, was Babs in her TransSex form, Bern, or Bernard Orion Pequot for long. As the oldest of the group by a decade, Bern was easily pegged as the “dad” among this gaggle of teens and one 24-year-old. She was a tall man at 185 centimeters, her once curvaceous figure was replaced with something flatter and toned, and her once voluminous head of charcoal hair was replaced with a shorter, yet stylish, tuft. She had the physique of someone who did physical work day in and day out, and had decidedly chosen to reveal this, dressing casually in what could generously be described as dad shorts and a V-neck T-shirt. She was leaned back in her seat, a book in hand, only occasionally looking out at the wider world.
The merry batch of five all minded their business, focusing on what was before them while Lord Willin’ by Clipse played on the car stereo, establishing… a mood. Everything seemed to be going just fine in this relative quiet… until Haruya just had to chime in.
Haruya: “Ugh. This better be worth it.”
Vidkun: “What, are you having doubts now? We just cleared the first state boarder, so if you really want to head back…”
Recognizing that this was going to be a conversation, Haruya turned down the stereo to a relative whisper, as there are few things more frustrating than talking to people in a car while music blares.
Haruya: “Nah, that’s not what I’m getting at, Vid! I’m just bitching about having to do all this driving. We’re, what, three or four hours in, and my ass is already getting sore. This would be just fine if I were Haruki, but no, Verde said we all had to be boys for this trip.”
Gemma: “If I may posit a correction, Verde specifically granted me instructed me to be Gemma for the duration of our little road trip.”
Bern: “Tell me, how do you feel being the only woman in ‘Da Boyz’ for the next week or so?”
Ben made sure to use air quotes while saying their group’s assigned pet name.
Gemma: “I would say it makes me feel spectacularly special~! I always felt like I was missing our when Tony and Vid spent a week in their new forms…”
Tony: “What’s that? Uh, maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t, Gemma. A week as guys was enough for us to, well, you know, become guys by default.”
Haruya: “Then that makes you the perfect guys to ask. Do you have any ass problems as a dude?”
Tony: “Uh, ass problems?”
Upon saying that, Tony unconsciously stared at Haruya’s ass while she sat in her seat, struggling to make out any detail.
Haruya: “See, as Haruki, I had a nice big ass, it made sitting on it all day for drawing, translating, studying, all that crap, more than bearable. But as Haruya, as a guy, I don’t have the same cushion. There isn’t no ass. It’s not like I’m Zoe or Nazz or someone. But my ass shouldn’t be getting sore from just four hours of driving.”
Bern: “I’m pretty sure that’s normal. I think we just had it good with fat asses and going to having guy ass feels like a downgrade in comparison. Honestly, I have no idea how male truckers manage to sit for 12 hours a day like that. Maybe half of it is in the mind.”
Vidkun: “It is. You inherently view your own body as a standard and compare others to it, as that’s how humans perceive themselves and perceive baselines. They are the default, and most are pretty comfortable with that.”
Haruya: “I know that, Vid. I looked over some of your notes to give some pointers the other day. I’m just bitching to take the edge off, y’know. It’s better to vent than to let it all stay inside, and it’s not like there are no benefits to driving as a guy. Like, I don’t have to deal with the seatbelt getting all up in my tits. Or sweaty tits. Those were never fun. But, if there is one thing that sucks about being a fat dude in summer, it’s the smell. Like, get a load of this!”
Apropos of nothing, Haruya then lifted her arm and unleashed a wave of body odor into the car. Tony winced, Bern did the same, but with more restraint, while Gemma swiftly opened up the window a crack, letting in a loud gust of air that would hopefully eliminate the foul odor.
Tony: “Uh, try looking at it on the bright side. If you don’t like being this Haruya, you’ll soon be… what did you call it?”
Haruya: “Haruya Mk. 2: The Better Version. I just hope that Verde really gives me what I want from this reward. A body that’s basically the inverted Haruki. Tall, thin, visibly Japanese, and with a nice dick. At least as big as Shinji’s. I refuse to let my little ‘bro’ have the bigger package. Actually, shit, Shinji’s body but with black hair wouldn’t be a bad baseline.”
Bern: “Verde’s a nutjob, but she’s not a liar. She’ll give you what you want, so just work through this ‘trial’ of hers. Give it a day or two and Maxxie’s probably going to do the same thing.”
Haruya: “Yeah, but she’s not gonna need to travel… how many miles?”
Haruya grabbed her phone from between the seats as she thought this, preparing to slot it back into the phone holder on her AC system. At least until a person answered her technical query.
Vidkun: “2,400 kilometers.”
Haruya: “Not what I asked, dude! However long it is, it’s hella long, and it lacks the immediacy or destinations of a road trip, ya mean?”
Gemma: “Indubitably! The platonically ideal road trip is intended to be positively lousy with road stops and mini destinations for the trip goers to engage in. It is an essential component of a classical cross-country escapade.”
Haruya: “Yeah! Gemma gets me!”
Gemma: “Thank you for the compliment. However, I must inquire about what you said earlier. Per my recollection, you enjoyed your brief duration in my male vessel, so why is your current physique so dissatisfying to you?”
The question was enough for Haruya to shift in her seat, as if debating if she should pull over and talk this out, before continuing down the open road.
Haruya: “Eh, making me explain this shit while driving, uh… okay, I think I’ve got it! Being a fat girl is cozy! Being a fat boy requires the right type of build. Gem, your boy body is nice! It’s big, it’s strong, it has the right blend of muscle and fat, and just being in it feels cozy but in a dude way. The Haruya and Max bodies though? They just don’t feel right. They aren’t cute, aren’t strong, and lack this prominent cozy factor.”
Vidkun: “Prominent cozy factor.”
Haruya: “Shaddup and go back to playing your shitty Oreshika sequel! When you’re a fat boy— real fat boy— you don’t have big puffy boobs to play with. You don’t have a plump ass that’s like having a pillow grafted to your body. You can’t make it cute. It sweats different and smells different. You have all of this mass, but it’s not as fun to get cuddled, and you can’t do physical shit either! I can’t run, rassle, get all sporty, or even lift shit! It sucks, and that’s why I’m doing this. Because I wanna be a better, hotter, boy! Real talk, of all the bodies in this car, this is easily the one I’d least like to be stuck in. Even less than Vid’s, because at least then I’d have his monster cock.”
Hearing his name referenced, Vidkun returned to the home screen of his Vita and expediently produced a response.
Vidkun: “I still don’t know how to feel knowing that everybody loves my cock. It feels like it should be a complement, but…”
Tony: “You’ve only had it for about two weeks.”
Bern: “…Hold on a second, none of us have actually been to Mexico, right?”
The other four in the car all said no at the same time, their voices practically reverberating off of each other.
Bern: “So we’re just four guys and one girl traveling a country we’ve never been to by car?”
Haruya: “You say it like we’re going to Mordor or Florida or something.”
Gemma: “While I can understand some trepidations towards travel to another country, my research has revealed that Mexico is quite friendly these days. The nation-state has been ‘on the up and up’ following the receipt of a zero interest loan from the United States of America back in the late 1990s. Gang violence has been on the decline following the bolstering of domestic industry and manufacturing, stimulating the economy and allowing households to accrue a decent living whilst eschewing the use of abuse, coercion, or criminal conspiracy. It is decades away from achieving the human civilization heights of modern Scandinavia, yet Mexico is increasingly sewing the gap of quality of life between it and its neighbors of Canada and the United States of America.”
Haruya: “I swear, I could listen to Gem spout off ‘fun facts’ like that all day.”
Tony: “I’m just glad that somebody did proper research before heading out here.”
Having compliments thrown his way was enough to make Gemma beam in delight, his girl smile was as adorable as the rest of his figure.
Gemma: “I have every reason to, as that is where my grandma and grandpa live, currently residing within Mexico City. If possible, I would like to pay them a surprise visit, as I am curious how they would react to my current form. Grandpa always fancied girls who look like me.”
The subtext of what Gemma said was not lost on anyone, but that did not mean they wanted that incestuous image to linger in their minds.
Tony: “I’ve, uh, never been too good with geography, but isn’t Mexico City all the way down south?”
Vidkun: “It is closer to the center of the country, but your point still stands. Gemma, it would take us a good day just to drive to and from Mexico City, so no.”
Gemma: “How unfortunate. Perhaps I can venture there on my lonesome after we arrive in Monterrey?”
Haruya: “Eh, I can’t really force you to do anything. Looking like this, I’d definitely go to jail if I tried. But I think we’d get the most of the trip if we stick together. That’s kind of the whole idea behind traveling with people. Being around the same people you like, but in a different location.”
Vidkun: “I think it’s more about sharing new experiences with those you care for, but I would not know.”
Haruya: “The hell does that even mean?”
Tony: “Uh, have you ever heard Vid talk about his parents?”
Haruya: “Nope! But I’ve barely heard about yours, or Gemma’s.”
Rolling his eyes, Vidkun paused his game yet again, wondering why he was even trying during a ping-ponging conversation like this.
Vidkun: “Short version: my parents never took me on vacations as a kid, as they were too busy working all the damn time. Even this summer, I’ve barely seen them, and half the time, I feel like I’m living alone. Not that I mind. Them being around now wouldn’t change how they were barely there for me as a kid. It was just me and Ron, but Ron left the state, got busy, and left me too.”
Haruya: “Oh shit, you about to pull the tragedy lever?”
Vidkun: “Pfft. No. I was comfortable with who I was at the start of the summer, and now I’m extra comfortable. If Jim and Tracey don’t want to be part of my life, then so be it.”
Haruya: “So, what, are we shoving you out of your comfort zone?”
Vidkun: “I guess. I might like being in front of screens, playing games, and learning more programming stuff, but that doesn’t mean I want to spend all my summer locked in my bedroom. It is the season for going out and doing stuff, and this summer is the opposite of the norm. It’s 2015: bizarre summer.”
Tony: “I’ve got to say I’m proud of you for being such a go-getter. Last year you barely wanted to go out, and this year, I think I’ve kicked you out of the house at least once a day. I’m proud of you. You’re on your way to becoming an upstanding young man ready to take on the world.”
Vidkun rolled his eyes as dramatically as possible before shooting his boyfriend a smile.
Bern: “I’m glad to see you getting out and seeing the world, Vidkun. But, as a caregiver, I am worried about how your skin will fare in Mexico.”
Vidkun: “I’ve packed extra strength sunscreen, same kind I’ve always used. So I’m not gonna burn, but I know I’ll stick out like a sore thumb down there.”
Tony: “I don’t think I’ll blend in too much either.”
Gemma: “Do not discount the quantity of Spanish-speaking members of the African diaspora who have migrated to Mexico.”
Tony: “Sure, but, uh, how many of them have naturally platinum blonde hair?”
Gemma: “An insignificant quantity. Most similar to those in America!”
The meandering conversation of the five was then cut off by the sound of Haruya’s stomach throughout the car, while the car’s clock made everyone think the same thing. It was time for lunch.
Part 2: More Driving with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz
Date: Monday, July 6, 2015
Time: 12:52 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: The Middle of Missouri
Having stopped and gotten some lunch at a drive thru place, Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz were polishing things off. Like a bunch of guys, they opted to get some fast food, and clustered their wrappers into the single paper bag their food came in, to throw it away wherever and whenever they could. Vidkun had already gone back to his Vita and Tony to his DS, but before resuming his book, titled A Fair Exchange based on the cover, Bern looked forward at Haruya and asked her a question.
Bern: “Do we actually have much of a plan to do things on this road trip, or are we just going to goof off while you drive?”
Haruya: “You wanna drive? Because I would love to goof off now. Goofing off sounds great!”
Bern: “Maybe later. What I’m getting at is that we are together, so we ought to do something together.”
Tony: “I don’t think we have enough DS’s for a proper multiplayer sesh. Like we used to do on the bus in middle school, with Mario Kart DS. You remember that, Vid?”
Vidkun tilted his head up, having opted to lay down in the back seat as he continued playing his Vita.
Vidkun: “Of course I do. You were always the one to instigate them.”
Gemma: “While we may lack the ability to become one another during the duration of this trip, perhaps we can learn more about each other through personal conversations and anecdotes?”
Bern: “Good idea, but what do we really have to say? For the most part, I’d say we know each other. We only met a month or so ago, but…”
Tony: “When you give someone your body, you sorta give them everything?”
Vidkun: “Plus, everybody’s always posting stuff on Telegram…”
Without a lead for conversation, Da Boyz looked around sheepishly for a thing to talk about, before the currently girl member of Da Boyz chimed in.
Gemma: “Actually, if I may inquire, I have a question about Mister Kurokawa in the front. From asking around my now former high school I was granted the fact that you were a successful student there during your sophomore year, but you did not return for either your junior or senior year. Could you kindly elaborate on why that was the case?”
Tony: “Yeah, it was so weird hearing that Shiaka’s sister was such a big shot before any of us even got to Oransen… Most people insisted you two weren’t related.”
Haruya: “That was the point! Shi-Shi wanted to maintain a low profile, so we spun a white lie. But I should prolly take it from the top for you youngins.”
With traffic still thin and the roads smooth, Haruya took a gulp from her Mountain Dew— which she got with lunch— and began to tell them her story.
Haruya: “You all know how after Shiaka was attacked, my family moved to Oransen, right?”
Vidkun: “Pretty sure we do by now.”
Haruya: “And how I was a damn savant as a kid, right?”
Vidkun: “Don’t you draw porn for a living?”
While Vidkun could not see Haruya’s face, he could feel her sigh.
Haruya: “If you wanna be a li’l chubby dick about it, sure. I am a woman of many talents, and simply choose to align them with where my passions are. Going into Oransen High, I was committed to making myself the hottest shit at school. It was my first time at a typical public school in however long, and I was determined to make the most out of it, becoming a woman of legacy and legend.”
With the tenacity of a weirdo, Haruya then reached for her phone, plugged into the car’s stereo system, and began playing The Legendary Theme from the seminal PlayStation 2 masterpiece Gitaroo Man.
Haruya: “When I was a little kid, my parents knew I was special and did whatever they could for me and my education. I went to so many programs, extracurriculars, and other things that I wonder how they got any sleep. They wanted me to be someone special, be something big, and I tried my damndest to become someone they could be proud of. But after what happened to Shiaka, everything suddenly changed. We had to leave where we lived, I was away from the network of people who were gushing about me for being ‘top percentage’ this and ‘exceptionally gifted’ that. I had all the skills I had developed, but… I guess you could say that my faith in systems was low after a damn school failed to prevent my sister from getting her guts stabbed out.”
Haruya: “I wanted to be around regular people, not rich brats of kids who’ve had their ass blown since they could pronounce New York properly. I felt the need to ground myself around real humanity, y’know, and I wanted to prove that I really was hot shit by being the best student I could. So I loaded up my schedule with nothing but AP classes. I aced them all, got in the top two students of each class— except for gym. But I didn’t just want to cop early college credits. I wanted to make a social statement. I made myself known. I was loud, proud, and got up in people’s business, trying to make friends wherever I could and make myself known. Some people didn’t like me, but elite Bay Area debate club gave me the tools to tear down any opponents with facts, punchy rhetoric, and logical fallacies most high schoolers wouldn’t be able to think out of. God, bullshitting teens like that was so much fun!”
Haruya: “But what really made me known was how I spread my shit to the internet. Even if people didn’t see me at school, they could see my shit on the internet. Between Myspace, LiveJournal, and YouTube, I was letting all of my stuff shine. My art, music, writing, verbal beatdowns, and whatever hot skills I could demonstrate to prove that I was the GOAT. Everybody knew at Oransen High about me, and a couple thousand other folks did too for good measure. I was the girl who was good at everything, and whenever I got pushback, I pushed them back. I could turn out a professional quality sketches in just a few minutes. Pick up a bunch of instruments and play them… competently. And I wasn’t half bad of a singer. Can’t say that I am with this dude voice though.”
Haruya cleared her throat, as if preparing to sing, but she opted to spare her friends from whatever that would sound like.
Tony: “So, what happened then? It sounds like you were on top of the world. Why did you leave after sophomore year?”
Haruya: “Because I did everything I wanted to. I proved myself, proved that there was still brightness in this world, and that I could do whatever I set myself to do. So, I figured, why bother keeping this up when I could pursue something new? I spent the summer studying and taking the GED— just like someone else in this car.”
It was awkward to look back at someone behind you in a car, but Haruya, somehow, found a way, staring Bern in the eye.
Bern: “It was… it wasn’t really by choice, it was just to free myself from the burdens of school and move on with my life. For you, it was by choice.”
Vidkun: “So, what? You got your GED and then what did you do?”
Haruya: “Now that was the tricky thing. If I wanted money, I know what I should have done. I should have moved back to the Bay Area, kicked off a startup with a Vietnamese guy, work two 3,650 hour years back-to-back, and sell my shit to Microsoft for $50 million. But did I want to do 70 hour weeks with no time for myself, crashing on couches every night? Hell no! And I am so over California after what its people did to my Shi-Shi. They might seem progressive, have Asian friends, but I know what lurks behind those Caucy eyes, and that Silicon Valley, as a whole, is just a bastion of Neo Nazis. Trust me, I have seen how executive’s sons look at people like me. Even when I was 8-years-old, I knew those people were fucked in the head for life. And that’s for real-real, on the real!”
The rest of Da Boyz grew quiet as they stewed over this new information. Not the fact that most rich White kids were racist. That was common sense to anybody with a complexion darker than a paper bag. But the fact that this weirdo art lady they befriended had such an extensive skill set. This silence continued until the conversation was sparked anew by the person who began it, Gemma.
Gemma: “Pray tell, do regale us with what happened afterward.”
Haruya: “Oh, damn… where do I even begin? I’ve just been art-ing it up like a damn champion, as I always felt more of a kinship with that over math and science. I’m dope at both, or at least was, but I’ve been throwing myself into this ish, bro. I’ve done hundreds of commissions under my art handle, Biscuit Gal. I’ve made three albums and like a day’s worth of remixes. I made my own visual novel, made a web comic for a few years. Got a six issue mini-series— printed— under my belt, and when I’m not goofing around with you dorks, I’ve been working with a real-ass Japanese company on an eroge.”
Bern: “How the hell did you do all of that in 8 years?”
Haruya: “2,600 hours a year passes by like that when you’re doing what you love, ya mean?”
It took everyone a solid second to do the math on that peculiar measurement before Vidkun made his comment.
Vidkun: “…I did not take you for a workaholic.”
Haruya: “Of course I am! I’m not just gonna let my skills burn out like that as I get waylaid by life. 50 hours a week is the sweet spot for me. Though, with shit like this, I might just need to keep it Protestant this year. Just 2,000 hours.”
Tony: “W-Wow, you sure seem to have your life together…”
Haruya: “Eh, when your family goes through shit, and your teachers want you to attend college by age 14, you grow up real fast. Sidebar, but don’t you ever compare yourselves to me when it comes to that. Like, two of you JUST figured out you wanted to be dudes, and I don’t really know what y’all’s deals are.”
Tony: “Uh, well, I don’t think there is too much to say. I’m just some guy, born and raised in Oransen. R-Really, there was nothing too unique about me before someone threw me in my boyfriend’s body. …When we were both still girls.”
Vidkun: “Technically, in this current reality, we’ve always been boys.”
Tony: “Which I’m never going to get used to. Like, how can I when my core memories are of me as a girl?”
As he said that, Tony took a hand to his chest, still slightly reveling in its flatness… and the firmness of his abs.
Gemma: “I would not be so bold as to use the word never with that, Tony. The memory is malleable, easy to manipulate, and quite fluid. Memories are distorted and destroyed with dastardly disregard, and factors like one’s appearances can change drastically. Given enough time, it is quite possible that your memories as ‘Anita’ will transmogrify themselves into memories of yourself as Tony.”
Just hearing this was enough for a look of existential dread to creep on Tony’s face.
Bern: “I don’t know about memories changing that severely, but I still can’t get over how weird it is to be Bern around people outside of the Posse.”
Vidkun: “Like who? Not to be rude, but I never took you as someone with an active social life.”
That snide remark was enough for Bern to shoot Vidkun the stink-eye. She wasn’t hurt, just irritated.
Bern: “Saying ‘not to be rude’ doesn’t absolve your statement from being rude, you know. But no, I like to get out when I can. Making friends was hard after abandoning my old life, but I have made some friends. It’s pretty casual, and, well, kind of like what we have here with the Posse.”
Haruya: “The hell does that mean?”
Bern: “We’re a group of friends who like to hang out and sometimes have sex.”
The curtness of Bern’s reply was enough for Haruya to break out in laughter, coming within three feet of swerving into another car on the road. Thankfully, nobody else noticed.
Bern: “But the really weird relationship is with my brothers, Gus and Ray. I raised them, looked after them, and had to abandon them after my family life went to hell. We always had a very… gendered relationship. I was big sis, I was the woman in their life after our mom died. I had to raise Maxxie after she was born, as my job. Gus and Ray grew up to be fine and independent people, and we ultimately reconnected, but… I still feel a bit bad for abandoning them for a decade.”
Gemma: “If I am adequately reading between the lines, are you perhaps telling us that you have met with your brothers as Bern?”
Before offering a response, Bern adopted a weary expression, confirming Gemma’s suspicion while raising new questions.
Bern: “Yeah, I felt I had to try it out, and… it was like stepping into another world. They were still the same people, but they no longer treated me with the same… distance. I was no longer the woman who took care of them, but their older effeminate brother. They still loved me, but it was a distinctly brotherly love, and it felt wrong feeling it from them. Hell, wrong was the operative word, as we kept running into things that… didn’t make sense. Like how I got this caretaker job as a 16-year-old man instead of a woman. A man can raise a child as well as a woman can, obviously, but the profession is highly skewed by sexism. It made me realize how faulty this whole reality rewriting is, as whether I was a man or woman, I would have lived a wildly different life, been fed different influences, and been subjected to different expectations. I guess it’s why I’ve barely been Bern. Because it’s somehow more uncanny than being someone else entirely.”
Tony: “Y-Yeah, I can see that, especially for an older person— sorry, someone in their thirties— like you. It’s weird having your parents look at you like you’ve always been a different person, but I like how they treat me as Tony. I always figured they would give me more crap as a boy, but the opposite is true.”
Gemma: “Whilst these transformations to our past may possess the sense of something bizarre or implausible, I personally have found it to be quite informative. Everybody is molded and groomed in accordance to their assigned gender, and though our minds may remain our own. I am well aware of this fact, based on how my parents have spoken to me, how they expect different things from me, and how they assume I should act differently. Because they see me as a different person.”
Vidkun: “Yeah, and that’s because you are to them, as they would have raised you differently. Even if you did the exact same things, doing them as a boy or a girl would illicit different responses from most parents. And how they would have treated you would be different. My dad was a real hard-ass to Ron, telling him to man up and become a ‘worthy heir to his name’ but hands-off with me. And I know that’s because I was a girl. I’m guessing he gave the new me a lot of shit when they were growing up, but I don’t know that, and I don’t care to.”
Though Vidkun said these words with his usual disaffectionate affect, it was not hard to gather that he was still bitter about his parents, how he was raised, and, in a sense, how he wasn’t raised. Still, his boyfriend knew when to pry about these things, and now was not the time.
Tony: “Eh, I wish I could say the same, but it’s hard for me to not wish that I knew what my dad and I got up to when I was a kid in this… new reality.”
Haruya: “Eh, I don’t see much need to harp on the past like that. You are the you that you are now. You can forge the future and change yourself in the present. Because unless you ask for some sort of mind wipe, you’re gonna stay you, and that you is gonna transform. It happens to everyone thanks to two things called life and getting older.”
Gemma: “That is a pragmatic approach, yet I still cannot stifle myself from stewing upon these hypotheticals.”
Bern: “Hypotheticals? Like what?”
Gemma: “Though it may lack the ability to perform such a feat in its current form, the technology of the VD 2.0 could enable us to cause a great seismic shift in human society as a whole if the vast majority of people on the planet were to abruptly swap bodies. Not for a day, nor a week, but permanently. If done randomly, it has the potential to completely overhaul the structure of society, and many pillars would be in jeopardy. Would a global swap scenario like that improve things by forcing everybody to look at others with more empathy, to see them beyond the veils of race, age, sex, and so forth? Or are the institutions of heteronormativity, patriarchy, and Caucasian dominance really so ingrained that the masses and new leaders would fixate on it even as the rules are broken?”
While this was a line of thought that naturally came with body swapping devices, Da Boyz mused over this, wondering about the real implications of a “great shift.” …At least before Haruya drew their attention away.
Haruya: “Hahaha! That’s a pretty good philosophical question, but it’s a bit too big to have a good answer. There are too many factors for it to be modeled without a shitload of assumptions, and it would be super easy to screw things up. Besides, you’d probably destroy supply lines, see a bunch of wars break out, and the first few days would be rampant chaos as people struggle to get their necessities. Some would just accept this new reality and change with it, others would be too committed to the old ways and shatter. How the math works depends on how cynical or optimistic you really are about humanity and ‘human nature.'”
Tony: “…When you put it like that, it almost sounds like that’s Verde’s end goal.”
Vidkun: “Please, Tony. Does she seem like the sort of person who could hide a master plan like that?”
Tony: “…No.”
With a laugh from Da Boyz, they continued their conversation, filling dead time with conversation as their seemingly endless trek through Missouri carried on. Yapping, hypotheticals, and and miscellaneous conversation filled the car as they made their voyage, combatting boredom with the power of bonds.
Part 3: Motel Mishaps with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz
Date: Monday, July 6, 2015
Time: 21:43 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: The Outskirts of Dallas, Texas
After a solid twelve hours of driving, Da Boyz found their way to a roadside motel. A simple two-story establishment made for the economical traveler, or people who needed the privacy of a low security dwelling with a bed, shower, TV, and little else. It was a dive. The paint on the metal railings was coming off. The stairs up and down to the second floor creaked. While structurally sound with brick walls and thick curtains, it was a place you went to because it was cheap, period. …Or if you were a weirdo who liked staying at two-star establishments where the best thing you could say was that they didn’t have any pests on the premises.
Settling into the hotel, Haruya plopped her ass on one of the two queen-sized beds, groaning as she spread himself out and looked at the rest of the room. It was a sparsely decorated room with two beds, scuffed up hardwood floors, a 720p HD TV mounted above a dinky desk, and a washroom that had a toilet and shower behind a door. The sink was visible the moment you walked in. It has a microwave and mini fridge, which was something, yet it was strictly utilitarian in its construction.
Nobody brought in anything other than a change of clothes, their wallets, and phones, but with five people and such a narrow walkway, it felt a little claustrophobic.
Tony: “Eh, at least it doesn’t smell dirty…”
Gemma: “I would say it feels rather quaint, does it not? It always amazes me how efficiently people can construct dwellings like this.”
Bern: “You know, Haruya, we could have just gotten two rooms at LaQuinta, right?”
With his name called, Haruya stood up in the bed, smiling as she looked at Bern’s disenchanted expression.
Haruya: “Yeah, of course I know, we drove right past it!”
Bern: “Then could you explain to me why we just HAD to go here?”
Haruya: “What, are you half-asleep or something? Like I said, when else are we gonna get the motel experience? This type of destination is what road trips are made of. So lay back, enjoy yourself, and all that. I know I do after all that driving.”
Bern: “Oh please, I took the wheel after we reached Oklahoma.”
Haruya: “Yes, and I thanked you very much for that.”
Bern rolled her eyes at Haruya’s snark. A day of driving has diminished her tolerance for this flavor of antics, and the smell of four guys standing around a hotel room didn’t make things much better.
Haruya: “Hey, did you have any dick problems while driving?”
Bern: “…That’s certainly a question I never expected to be asked.”
Haruya: “Because with these male thunder thighs of mine, it was like I was edging myself constantly. In fact… lemme just say it. Are any of you guys DTF tonight?”
You could practically hear a record scratch play as Da Boyz were in the middle of getting ready. Tony was brushing his teeth at the sink, Gemma was checking out the second bed, and the shower room door opened up, revealing Vidkun in nothing but a towel over his shoulders and boxers covering his junk. Though, obscuring it might be a better term.
Haruya: “Yo, Vid! You wanna have sex?”
Vidkun: “No. I am not having sex in a motel room. I have at least some standards.”
Vid’s disaffectionate tone did not skip a beat as walked over to the clothes he left on one of the beds.
Vidkun: “Besides, after sitting and lying down all day, I want to get some air and walk around a little. It’s not the best place or time to do that, as we’re right off of a highway. Frankly, I’m more worried about running into scorpions.”
After plopping on his shirt and a pair of baggy khaki shorts with pockets full of stuff, Vidkun left the motel room with a curt “bye,” the light door making an audible slam as it shut itself.
Tony: “Uh, I’m gonna have to side with Vid on that one, Haruya. I know that a lot of people had sex here, but it’s not really something I’m comfortable with. It just feels… too awkward.”
Haruya: “You wanna fuck in my car then?”
The immediacy of the response surprised Tony as much as the response itself, and he struggled to think of a reply.
Tony: “H-How would that even work? I’m 190 centimeters. I’m so tall I’m going to be asked if I play basketball for the rest of my life.”
Gemma: “That waitress at Crunch’s Chicken was exceptionally rude, how she is able to sustain her career while expressing such disregard is beyond my comprehension.”
Haruya: “You’d be surprised, Gemma. Lots of food service people get paid like shit and act like shit in response. Anyway, you can easily fuck in a minivan like mine. I’ve done it with guys your height. I’ll just need to put down the seats and get things all nice for ya. It’ll be a treat! A new experience! You can’t tell me you’re not horny. I saw what was going on in those shorts of yours when I was driving, and I know you didn’t have enough time to rub one out!”
With the night late, and his body in need of some activity, Tony sighed and looked at Haruya with a defeated expression.
Tony: “…Yeah, sure, why not? You’re only young and stupid once, so you may as well do stupid things… But if I feel—”
Haruya: “Then you can bail on me, you don’t need to spell it out. Now let’s get outta here so I can show you how to fuck in a Honda!”
Following that declaration, Haruya sprang off the bed and grabbed Tony, escorting him out the bedroom and into the car, leaving behind only Bern and Gemma. With the scent of sexual tension already wafting through the air, the two looked at each other and knew that the other one was thinking about that.
Bern: “How do we keep getting together like this? First with me and Ken and you in me on June 7th. Then with you in Dia and me as Cain on June 25th. You did such a good job pretending to be Dia that night that I didn’t even realize it was you inside them, you know. There was also that time I was in your guy body— June 23rd, I think— and, well, you probably remember what Ken and Elly said about that night.”
Gemma: “I suppose you could say we are kindred in a sense. Yet, this feels slightly more intimate, would you not agree, Mister Pequot?”
Picking up on where things were going, Gemma laid himself on one of the beds, looking up at Bern while offering him a look down him tank top. Bern sent a hand through her hair as she looked at the “woman” before her, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her flat and decently muscular chest. Her usual role as a housekeeper had somehow translated to give her the body of a lean day laborer, and just the sight of her bare chest was enough to stir something in Gemma. He licked his lips in anticipation, delighting in the flavor of the lipstick he wore and the feeling of his plumper lips.
Gemma: “Might I ask where this spark came from? You seemed composed while in the car.”
Bern: “Let’s just say that Reyn gave me a book to read during this trip, and it’s a lot hotter than I expected.”
While saying that, Bern placed herself on the bed, taking a hand to Gemma’s chin, raising it up, while looming over him. She was clearly the dominant force, yet gentle at the same time.
Gemma: “Is this perhaps a trifle strange for you? Didn’t you say Gemma was like a hotter version of you when you where 18?”
Bern: “Being Gem was strange. I kept feeling like if I was stuck in your body, I would just become you. But Gemma? Eh. I’ve already fucked myself with my boss’s body, I don’t have any reservations about fucking you.”
Gemma: “Verily, then let us cum-mence.”
Wasting little time, Gemma swiftly threw off his tank top and shorts, flinging them onto the other bed and leaving his curvaceous form covered in only a matching set of light pink underwear. Bern smirked at his eagerness and pulled down her pants and underwear in a single motion, allowing her 8 inches to spring free. The sight alone was enough to make Gemma’s eyes sparkle, and he laid back in anticipation, unhooking his bra without removing it, kicking off his panty. He sprawled himself on the bed, obscuring his pussy with his thighs, placing his hands far away, fully presenting himself before his partner. Smiling and biting his lips, he spoke in a low and sultry tone, switching from English to Spanish to enhance the mood.
Gemma: “[Do we really have to do it in a place like this?]”
Bern snickered as she realized what Gemma was doing and began playing along.
Bern: “[You’ve already taken your clothes off. Now, how did a girl like you wind up with a guy like me?]”
Gemma: “[You promised me a good time, and I guess this is that good time.]”
Bern: “[The good times are yet to come. This is just you paying your share. Now, stop hiding yourself. Show me everything you’ve got.]”
With her cue and the atmosphere of a low cost erotic production established, Gemma flicked away his bra and spread his legs. It was nothing Bern hadn’t seen from the first-person, but a different angle can do wonders to help someone appreciate an image. Bern could not help but look at her and recall what she looked like as a teenager. She was smaller in every way except for height. Smaller boobs, smaller ass, and if she knew Gemma when she was that age, she would have likely looked at her with envy, that is, if she was even in a position like this at that time.
The isolated life of a caregiver led her to shy away from the world, to focus insularly, and she seldom ever so much as expressed sexual desires. It’s really hard to jill off when a baby could start crying at any moment. Her sexual exploration was staggered, delayed by circumstances, and not truly blossoming until most people were past the exploration stage. She came around, caught up, but a part of her still carried wonder of what could have been.
She was a pervert— everybody in the Swap Posse was at this point— so she could not help but feel a twinge of envy as she looked down at Gemma, wondering what it would be like if she was in a situation like this. To have such a desirable figure, be so young, and thrust into such a vast array of sexual scenarios. Yet, as she looked down at her broad chest and dick, this envy dissipated. How can you envy someone for having a wild experience when you are undergoing something only a handful of people in the world have experienced?
Gemma: “[I take it you like what you see.]”
Bern: “[I more than just like it. Now, let’s see how you like me.]”
Bern crawled over Gemma, towering over his body as he looked on with come hither eyes, inviting Bern as she lowered herself and planted her lips over Gemma’s mouth, penetrating it with an aggressive tongue. Gemma invited her inside, allowing their tongues to clash, tasting one another, as their saliva mingled and melded into one. Their bodies heated with anticipation, Bern lowering her dick, nearly grinding against Gemma’s sex, when they broke off, gasping for air as spit drizzled off of Bern’s mouth and onto Gemma’s neck.
He looked at her with a knowing nod, inviting her to stick it in, yet Bern instead fixated on Gemma’s chest. Both breasts, spread slightly, molded to near perfection, with perky dark nipples at each end, pointing skyward in anticipation. Bern licked her lips before adjusting herself, curving her back as she licked Gemma’s nipples and rubbed her dick against his vulva.
Gemma laughed as he felt Bern’s hot wet tongue lick around her areolas, circling them as she moved close, while teasing his pussy. Gemma was quick to get started, and wanted to be catered to, wanted to get it on, yet he restrained himself, allowing Bern to please him. He shut his eyes as Bern slathered each nipple, sucking them, kissing them, and giving them all the attention he could ever so much as request. He said nothing beyond moans, trusting this “older man” to take care of “her.”
Bern: “[It’s funny how much you taste like me.]”
Gemma: “[A-Are you sure that’s not just your taste buds tricking you?]”
Bern: “[Maybe. But I think I’ve gotten you ready enough.]”
Gemma: “[More than enough. Stick it in, sir.]”
Unsure of what kind of weird role-playing Gemma thought they were playing, Bern followed his command and finally stuck herself inside him, slowly pressing through. She stared into Gemma’s eyes as he squirmed with delight, his eyes almost glimmering with a pinkish hue. It was probably just a trick of the cheap lighting in this motel room. …Right?
Once she was fully inside of him, Gemma burst out in glee, squirming with bliss as he wrapped his arms around Bern, feeling the firmness of her strong back, and clinging to it as she began fucking him.
The sexual escapades of her past month had given Bern ample experience with fucking as a man and, eager to use her body after a day of sitting, she did not hold back around Gemma. She knew what she wanted in a man, knew how to be that man, and what she wanted. To be fucked, of course, but also shown affection. To be touched tenderly, to be looked in the eye, and to have someone show such care for her that they would bring their tongue to their body, to invite her taste into their mouth.
She sent her hands across Gemma as he laid there, drifting across his body as he writhed in delight, brushing her fingers against his skin, through his hair. Her mouth danced across his person, kissing his face, licking his neck— if only to watch him squirm— and even returning to his nipples, lapping up the accruing sweat. Gemma was left floating, too elated to find the drive to cater to his partner, at least up to a point.
As the mechanical thrusting of their lower regions persisted, Gemma took a single finger to his mouth, dampening it from the long fingernail to the last phalanges. Bern was too busy focusing on Gemma’s ear to notice this, only stopping when Gemma spoke up, still insisting on speaking Spanish.
Gemma: “[P-Pull back a little, if you would kindly..]”
With a shrug, Bern did as requested, allowing Gemma to wiggle himself as she looked on in confusion, wondering just what their partner was thinking… when Bern felt it. Something cold, wet, and slender… in her ass. Her body froze as she felt it sink in deeper, opening her anus, wiggling erratically, until it applied pressure just right. While Bern had taken it up the ass while with Cain two weeks ago, this… was different. For one, she wasn’t drunk, and the focused, deliberate force of a finger hit her asshole differently. Differently… in the best way.
Bern: “Ugh. W-What are you doing back there, you crazy—”
Before Bern could complete that comment, she felt a pressure billowing inside her, and a second later, she was cumming. Bursting up inside Gemma’s coochie as he giggled mischievously, if not incessantly. After orgasming, Bern pulled out, not even caring as a few drops of semen scattered, before laying next to Gemma, feeling something wet as she fell on her back.
Bern: “The hell was that about?”
Gemma: “My apologies, I just could not resist the opportunity. I felt the need to reciprocate you for treating my body with such care.”
Bern: “Well, you don’t look exactly like a younger me. A younger hotter me if I’m being honest, so I wanted to treat you well.”
Saying these things, Bern could not help but stare over Gemma, calmly lying on the bed, slightly covered in sweat, his beauty offset— or enhanced if you’re build different, by the sloshy white goop coming out of his pussy.
Gemma: “You most certainly did! However, I felt that it was important for me to demonstrate to you a tiny trick I picked up over my travels. The power of the prostate orgasm! All it necessitates is the right amount of pressure in the right places, and you can make a man-body-type person ejaculate. It is a rather novel feat, and if you are going to be a man, I felt a duty to inform you about this feature. The method chosen was merely for my own pleasure.”
Bern: “Hahaha! You’re such a weird little freak, you know that, Gemma?”
Gemma: “I trust that is meant to be a compliment.”
Bern: “It sure wasn’t an insult, I’ll tell you that for free.”
Having had a moment to rest, and starting to smell the residual odor of sex, Bern stood up and looked at Gemma before looking to the shower.
Bern: “So, which of us is going first?”
Gemma: “I am in the mood for novelties, so mayhaps we can go together!”
Bern: “Hahaha! Sure, why not, that’s a great way to break our legs.”
Gemma: “For those of limited faith, perhaps. However, for those with luck on their side, that seems like a rare possibility, does it not?”
Naturally, Bern knew how stupid this idea was, yet with the residual high of sex still floating through her brain she found it hard to outright reject the cutie before her.
Bern: “Fine, but no funny business.”
Gemma: “Acceptable!”
Part 4: Car Banging with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz
Date: Monday, July 6, 2015
Time: 21:52 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: The Outskirts of Dallas, Texas
The motel parking lot was dark, at half capacity, and as impressive as any other stretch of asphalt reaching off the interstate. Though, there was one light amidst this darkness, from Haruya’s minivan. The seats were down, a blanket was on the dirty shoe-trampled floor, and two naked men sat, as one cannot stand in a minivan. Haruya and Tony stared each other down. Tony looked at Haruya’s face, Haruya looked at Tony’s 7 inches, and both held out their right hand, clenched into a fist.
Haruya: “You ready for the tie-breaker?”
Tony: “You ready to lose?”
Haruya: “Nah, but I’m going anyway.”
Haruya & Tony: “Rock-paper-scissors, shoot!”
With three shakes of, the two each threw out their right hand. Tony threw paper, Haruya threw scissors, and just like that, a winner was declared.
Tony: “DAMN IT!”
Haruya: “See, I told ya I let you win in the first round. I used to begin every day of third grade doing this shit with some Vietnamese kid who was really into probability. He went on to be some Chess grandmaster, I think, and I beat him 60% of the time. So I think I’m better than the average clam at RPS.”
Tony: “…Clam? W-Whatever! Do I really need to take it in the ass? I’m gonna be sitting all day—”
Haruya: “And I’m gonna be driving. Maybe see if you can lean back in the way-back with Vid. Figure it out!”
Tony groaned, rubbing a hand across his handsome face as he accepted his loss, knowing there would be no reasonable way for him to weasel out of this iron-clad contract.
Haruya: “Actually, here’s an idea. You let me fuck you, and I’ll give you a handjob while driving tomorrow as a thank you.”
Tony: “That… has to be the worst idea I’ve heard all week. And that’s saying something.”
Haruya: “Then I’ll give you roadhead when Bern takes the wheel!”
Tony: “I don’t want roadhead! I… I’m already naked, so I may as well have sex with you.”
Haruya: “Ah, now that’s what a dude wants to hear before gay sex.”
Tony looked at the environment around him. This car stood out thanks to the overhead lights. The window was open slightly, letting in some fresh air, but also allowing their voices to easily leak out. And, last but not least, they were about to have gay sex in Texas. Sure, it was legal, but since when have laws stopped bigots from causing a hissy fit?
Tony: “You sure you don’t want to, uh, turn the lights off and—”
Haruya: “Tony, danger is half the fun. So stop whining and take it up the ass like a man. I might only be rocking half the dick as your boyfriend, but I still can fuck, you know!”
Though he didn’t want to, Tony still looked at Haruya’s 5 inch dick. About average, but puny by Posse standards. Combined with the no frill-less fat body she was rocking, there was little wonder why she was so committed to getting a new boy body.
Tony: “…Fine, let’s just do it.”
Giving his consent, Tony then laid on the blanket, his Black ass perked up and waiting Haruya’s dick. A second later, he felt it slide right in where… it felt like it was only halfway in. Or, it would if Tony could not feel Haruya’s gut on his ass. Not being a stranger to taking it in the ass, and not too enthralled by the sensation of Haruya’s thrusting, Tony could not help himself from focusing on his surroundings.
The sound of traffic flowing into the car through the window reminded him how close they were to society. The fact that he could see the second story of the motel from where he laid, and any door could open at any moment. The curtains were pulled across the board, but it was dark, and he wouldn’t be able to tell if they were only open a little bit. Hell, he didn’t think they would be able to see anything, but what if?
They were not really secluded, they were not really alone, and at any moment, someone could come out and start looking for them. Doors gave the impression of security, but that did not fly when every one of them had windows. As Northerners, they mostly knew Texas by its less than stellar reputation, and the idea of getting accosted, of getting fined for “public indecency” or some fake bullshit like that, it… it scared Tony. Scared him so much that… he started popping a boner.
Tony: “W-Why? What is…”
The threat of danger had stirred something in his kink-riddled mind, or maybe it was just the sense of something pounding his ass. The jury was out, but the facts were stated. Tony was hard, and with every mediocre thrust, he felt himself get harder. He hardened his planked position, embarrassment painting his face as he hoped that Haruya would not notice… but she did. Of course she did.
Haruya: “Oooh, someone’s having more fun than expected! Let me just help you out with that.”
Tony: “Huh? H-Haruya, you don’t need to—”
Though Tony tried to protest, he was stopped by Haruya’s deft artist hands snatching his dick and rubbing it with great vigor. While most men were not too enthralled by handjobs of this sort, Tony was still new to the penis game, and his body shuddered in delight. The intensity, unpredictability, and feeling of another set of hands wakened whatever fire was in his heart, and he let it happen, cooing whenever he felt Haruya brush a thumb against his frenulum and squirming as he felt her dig her fingers into the base of his dick, touching areas he seldom trifled with.
This, combined with the intensity of anal, made Tony feel like a mess. He was reduced to a state of submission, being fucked and man-handled by Haruya, unable and unwilling to move, just staying there as he let the pleasure wash over him. He laughed, choosing to relish in the situation he was in, the fact that he could hear traffic, was in a car, and so close to danger. …But then, the fear of danger became real.
The sound of a door slamming reached Tony’s ears, and he could practically feel it reverberate through his arms and knees. Tony froze, Haruya stopped thrusting, and she bent her arm to turn off the overhead lights. The car was covered in darkness, and Haruya took to the floor, her dick still wedged between Tony’s butt cheeks.
Perching his head upward, Tony was able to barely make out what was going on outside. A man, silver-haired and rotund, was looking around. Shifty, paranoid, and shirtless, looking like he was ready to beat someone with a stick, if he had one. Tony froze, fearing that this was the type of guy he so feared, and he was going to do something to them. He wanted to be horrified… but Haruya kept fucking him in the ass and jerking off his dick. Even when they were laying sideways and Tony was craning his neck upward, Haruya did not stop, and the feeling it gave Tony was… conflicted. Delight and danger mixed into something that left him unsure of so many things. His mind wanted to flee, his body was in bliss, and he could not look away from this old man milling about.
After the longest thirty seconds, this mumbling man was called by another voice, a woman’s, and seconds later, the door slammed shut. It was a harsh, irritating noise… yet it filled Tony with a sense of euphoria. They made it, they weren’t caught, and as he relished in this mental high… he felt a powerful pulse run through his dick. Haruya’s deft hands brought him to orgasm, and he jizzed literal millimeters from the blanket. A second later, before he could even feel bad about that misfire, he felt something hot and gooey rush through his anus, and let out a high-pitched yelping sound.
Haruya had just finished, and she made a noise conveying that, soon laughing as she pulled out of Tony, rubbing her semen-coated cock on the blanket they were both laying on.
Haruya: “Sorry about that, I just didn’t want to waste an opportunity and ruin the magic. …Both selfishly and selflessly.”
Tony: “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
Haruya: “Totes, but you at least had a unique experience, right?”
Tony: “I… I guess so. You, uh, do you give better handjobs than you do anal?”
Haruya: “That’s to be expected, especially when it’s two guys who’ve only had a month to play with penises.”
Tony: “Yeah, yeah, and…”
As Tony spoke, shuffling around in the dark minivan, looking for his clothes, he looked up at the rearview mirror overhead and at himself, naked, sweaty, looking like a dude who just had sex, and… busted out laughing.
Tony: “Hahaha! Sometimes it occurs to me how deep I’ve gone, and how quickly I’ve done so. And now… now I’m collecting these fucked up weird experiences for the sake of it.”
Haruya: “You say that like that’s a bad way to live! Or that’s not what a good youthful summer’s all about. Now get your pants on and let’s head back to grab a shower. Because if I have my way, we’re gonna do shit like this every night!”
Tony: “Uh… you know what they say about how you can have too much of a good thing, right?”
Haruya: “Yeah, and I don’t believe it!”
With a jaunty swing of the car door and her fat belly on full display, the shirtless Haruya moseyed on out of the minivan and Tony followed behind her, sighing at the state of his life before smiling, following her to the next part of their adventure.
However, as Tony followed Haruya up the stairs, someone else was lingering around outside. Vidkun, dressed lightly, was moseying around on the other end of the hotel, pacing around an exposed brick wall, taking in the air as he got what he felt was a necessary amount of exercise in. With no systems or screens on his person, he stared up at the soupy sky, too polluted by light to look like much of anything, leading him to sigh.
Vidkun: “This place is such a dive. How do people have any pride in this state?”
Desperate for something else to look at, Vidkun stared out into the vacant patch of grass stretching before. It was dry, looking like a fire hazard if he ever saw one, and led to houses. Why anyone would want to live here next to some crappy motel was beyond him, but Vidkun instead stared at something in the grass. At first, he thought it was a squirrel or something, but it seemed… strange. Like one part of the environment was darker than its surroundings, that there was something pure black standing in that field, and bigger than a person. Or… was it a person?
His inner curiosity told him to investigate whatever this thing was, yet after taking a step forward he paused, looked to his side, and turned away.
Vidkun: “Nah, it’s none of my business.”
Vidkun then walked away, returning to his room for the evening, and leaving this mystery behind. As he climbed up the stairs though, a small critter walked from the edge of the dry tuft of grass, looking up at Vidkun. Its form was obscured in darkness, but from its silhouette alone… it was not from Texas.
Gaiden July 6th: The Xing(Kurokawa)s and the Kurokawa(Xing)s – Episode 1
Date: Monday, July 6, 2015
Time: 16:16 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: The Kurokawa Residence
Following the first workday after the holiday weekend, the Kurokawa and Xing families had been gathered at the Kurokawa residence, all sitting in a living room with just enough seating for every person. Zoe, his father Liang and mother-turned-half-brother Nazz were on one side. Shiaka, and her parents, Daisuke and Paz were on the other. While the master of ceremonies herself, Verde Dusk, was standing before the TV, wearing only a skirt and T-shirt, looking like a smug little jerk.
Verde: “It has come to my attention that we have a certain deficiency in our operations of swapping summer fun. Jade and Caroline are heading off to Austria tomorrow. Haruki ‘n’ Da Boyz cut our Posse by five. The Flare family, as you all know, is dealing with certain difficulties after they introduced a problem that I— and by I, I mean Abigale— is going to need to solve. Which begs the question of what to do to you? Or, wait, should that be with you? Eh, same difference.”
The first person to tire of Verde’s signature, and growing, nonsense was unsurprisingly Nazz, who stood up from his seat to chide her.
Nazz: “God forbid that you just let us go to work and do our job. You do realize that things are fucked at Flare Industries, right?”
Verde: “Yes, I realize the latter, and yes, as God, I do forbid the former. I changed your lives, gave you these doohickeys, and all I ask is that you use them all the time to make your lives more interesting.”
Daisuke: “I think we’ve made our lives plenty interesting already, Verde. Especially right now, since Shiaka and me need to take care of that server issue at Flare Industries…”
The look on Daisuke’s face was that of a man who outwardly did not want to do something… but was still driven by his latent curiosity.
Verde: “I am the judge of that, thank you very much, and I think we need to arrange a nice little long-term swap, for about a week. …But with a twist! I’m going to send all six of you off to Flare Industries to fix whatever blunder Ken and Elly’s body snatchers introduced. Urabe would have been able to fix everything, but then we would need to explain her, and she’s on a mission right now anyhow.”
Shiaka: “Uh, I’m sorry, Verde, but is that the best idea? My first day at the office went well. I just worked alongside Dad, and he showed me around. But Zoe and Mom aren’t—”
Verde: “Shiaka, you are thinking too literally. You might have the true programmer chops, but Zoe and Paz aren’t dummies, and they are going to support, following orders. Besides, with language addition and help just a cubicle away, everybody should be fine. Plus, this exchange of information is what we have Telegram for. Which you all should be using, constantly, to keep in touch!”
This seemed to ease Shiaka’s nerves. She was on edge after her first real day at an office, and now she was being told to go back in a different body. She had reason to be concerned.
Liang: “Pardon the interruption, but I just went through everyone in my head, and I’m not sure what Reyn is doing. Is he exempt from this?”
Verde: “Oh, him? Yeah, I kinda sorta put him in an isolated cabin in the woods for a few months, he’s busy updating his curriculum— oh, and he’s also busy moving into Jade and Caroline’s house.”
Paz: “Excuse me, but how is Daisuke not busy enough? He’s restoring a compromised system with over a hundred users after it was loaded with malware. And I remember enough from working as him to know that’s not an easy task.”
Verde: “Here’s the diff between that and moving shit solo: He can work just fine with a different set of hands. That’s not the case when you’re moving shelves and a metaphorical ton of books.”
Zoe: “While I could protest, I take it this is another ‘but thou must’ situation, is it not?”
As per usual, Zoe was the most level-headed person in a room of people discussing nonsense, and Verde promptly cozied up to him.
Verde: “This guy gets it! Thank you for your compliance, Zoe. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your new body for the next week.”
Nazz: “I swear, I’m going to wind up spending more of this summer as other people than I am as myself.”
Verde: “Dude, you’ve got the rest of your life to be Nazz. So cut loose and enjoy a week in the life of Paz.”
Nazz & Paz: “Wait, what?”
Plucking her VD 2.0 from a nearby table, Verde pressed a button to initiate a pre-planned swap, causing all six before her to exchange bodies for the umpteenth time this summer. Zoe, Nazz, Liang, Shiaka, Daisuke, and Paz all looked around, trying to guess who is who, but before any of them could start formulating a list, Verde waved her VD 2.0 around yet again, using the TransSex function on both Daisuke and Zoe’s bodies, morphing them into Dia and Zoey respectively.
A second after this transformation, the first person to step up, literally in their case, was Nazz in Paz’s body, who stood up from the couch, briefly looked around, and asked the necessary questions to explain Verde’s nonsense, with the conclusion being the following:
Nazz was in Paz’s body. Paz was in Nazz’s body. Daisuke was in Zoey’s body. Zoe was in Dia’s body. Shiaka was in Liang’s body. While Liang was, naturally, in Shiaka’s body.
Zoe(Dia): “Would you care to explain your rationale, or is this something we are meant to intuit ourselves?”
Hearing such a dignified and collected tone come out of Dia’s mouth strangely sounded accurate. Despite its surprisingly youthful features, sizable chest and ass, and short stature, nothing about it didn’t mesh with the image of a calm businesswoman. It certainly seemed to fit more than when Verde was piloting this body.
Verde: “What, you don’t see the connection here? I thought it was obvious. Try to guess! In a circle, one by one, like we’re playing show and tell!”
Nazz(Paz): “Christ, it’s like she gets worse every day.”
Shiaka(Liang): “Uh— Oh, my voice is deep— if I may make a general observation, I don’t think any of us have been in these bodies before. Vidkun and Zoe made a spreadsheet showing our swaps—”
Verde: “Of course they did! You know I have a records log for that stuff, right?”
Zoe(Dia): “We started it before we knew about the logs…”
Verde: “Okay, you have the first clue. You are all in NEW bodies, but go to the next level! Everybody, critical thinking question, why did Verde Dusk, in all her wisdom, decide these pairs worked. Zoey, answer!”
Taking a second to remember who exactly he was supposed to be, Daisuke(Zoey) sprang up from the couch and was immediately struck at how tall he was. He was not a short man at 180 centimeters, but anybody with eyes can attest the difference between 180 and 196 centimeters. Moving his arms, his slenderness and strength were just as obvious— he truly felt like he had a body that could take on the world— but before he mused any further, he began to verbalize his response.
Daisuke(Zoey): “W-Well… just from standing up, I can tell how tall I am like this. I thought I was tall when I was in Raiyne’s body, but this… this is different. I’m far younger, probably stronger than I’ve ever been, but… why put me in this body? Is this meant to be an apology? No, you would have made me Zoe if that was the case.”
Verde: “You’re looking at the reason I threw you into this body, ya dingus. Compare yourself, then compare your TS body, Dia. Dia’s a teensy little thing, way weaker than you are normally, and didn’t you feel cheated about that?”
Though he did not want to say he did, from the way Daisuke(Zoey) folded his arms and pouted, it was clear he did.
Daisuke(Zoey): “I suppose so. Other people had such lateral shifts, and while I have come to… appreciate being Dia, this… a body like this is something I could get used to. So, maybe this is a gift.”
Verde: “Gift, curse, we’ll just have to wait and see. Oh, and if you really wanna feel more youthful, most of the time, you know who to ask.”
As Verde threatened to shave off decades from the more mature members of the Swap Posse, again, Nazz(Paz) sulked in his seat.
Nazz(Paz): “You offer to regress our ages, changed my body to my liking, yet you still swap our bodies like it’s your job.”
Verde: “I said we’re doing this in a circle, so Nazz would be next. You’re not Nazz right now, you’re Paz. Will the real Nazz please stand up?”
Nazz(Paz): “Fuck off!”
Unlike her swap partner, Paz remained quiet after landing in Nazz’s body, mostly just looking over her hands, feeling her chest, scoping out her dick with her legs. She had been Zoe before, but being a White guy with blonde hair was at least a mild thing for her to adjust to, as was the height, as she was almost as tall as her husband’s newest body. In fact, just looking over it, knowing who was really behind the face, was getting her some ideas. If she weren’t still wearing Nazz’s snug work pants, she probably would be showing her interest before the entire crowd.
Paz(Nazz): “Uh, it’s… wow, that will take a bit to get used to. Um, perhaps you feel that I have not had as diverse a palate of bodies, either in terms of general people or outside of my race, so you decided to make me a young White man? I have to say, for as much as I enjoyed Daisuke and Gem’s bodies, there is something… compelling about being a White man, being seen as one, even in an environment as diverse as Flare Industries. I suppose that Natasha did want to become Nazz for a good reason, and being him for just a minute or two, I think I’m going to enjoy this.”
Verde: “Yep, nailed it on the head, teach. …Also, your names are basically the same, so I thought swapping you would be funny.”
Nazz(Paz): “You are getting worse by the day.”
Verde: “Paz, if you would like to be turned into a frog for the next week, that can be arranged. For now, shaddup and do your critical thinking assignment! Shiaka, why’d I make you into a businessman?”
Standing up, Shiaka looked surprisingly comfortable in her new skin, but considering Liang was basically an older Zoe, that was not too surprising. She had enough swapping experience to be familiar with an older body, and looked rather composed as she stood up. Though, half of that was just the outfit she was wearing from Liang’s day job.
Shiaka(Liang): “Hmm… let’s see, you put me in Liang’s body, and also put Zoe in Dia’s body. Zoe strongly resembles Liang, Dia strongly resembles me— maybe that should be the other way around— and we had that week-long swap at the start of the summer… But you are also having me go to work as Liang, as an older man with assumed experience, yet who is still new at the company, thrown into an unusual situation… While also giving me the stature and maturity needed to easily stand up to people at the office. Is that it?”
Verde: “Pretty much. I just wanna help you ease into the office life, ‘cos that’s where you’re gonna end up eventually— probably— I don’t know the future. Shit’s unwritten— epilogue aside. Now for the other half of the pair. Liang, why did I slap you in Shi-Shi’s bod?”
Liang stood up… and was immediately struck by how short he truly was. He had seen Shiaka before, but being in her 157 centimeter figure meant he lost a full foot of stature, and felt more than a smidgen exposed as a result. He flinched, not faltered, and after looking at his blonde hair and boobs for a second, he was ready to provide his thesis.
Liang(Shiaka): “I’ve noticed that Verde has a penchant for contrast… that somehow sounds softer when I’m the one speaking with it. She likes turning boys into girls, adults into teenagers, and finding some general angle with the swaps she mandates. So, the reason she’s making me Shiaka for the next week is because she’s a small teenage girl, while I’m a large 40-year-old man. I’ve been in in Maxxie and Jade’s bodies, but Shiaka feels… different. The height changes how I see the world, how I see myself, and carrying these boobs, having this prim hair coming down from my head, it feels a lot… girlier, I’d say. I know Shiaka has her own issues— I don’t need to know the full story— but being such a cute young woman at the office… sounds like it could be pretty fun.”
Liang’s normally jovial inclinations sounded very different coming from Shiaka’s mouth. The way he used her voice made everything sound a touch too cutesy, almost making him out to be a cute short girly girl, somehow.
Verde: “I love it when people do my job for me. Next up, Neo-Dia!”
After being traded around by so many women back when the Swap Posse had a deficit of men, Zoe moved confidently in Dia’s body, quickly adapting to the curves and weight he was carrying in not-so-unfamiliar places. He was not even perturbed to lose such height. His week as Shiaka had given him plenty of time to adjust to losing over 30 centimeters in stature and he looked composed as he stood up. It was as if he hadn’t swapped at all.
Zoe(Dia): “I believe the reason you put me in Dia is because one, you recognize the role that Dia will have to play in assisting the IT department and trust me to behave in this role. I must admit that I have been curious about spending a day at an office just to get the needed experience, to learn the language and cultural expectations of corporate America. That may be another factor in your reasoning. Yet harkening back to what Shiaka said, you likely wanted to swap us with our fathers for… some reason. Perhaps it is how much we resemble them slash they resemble us and wanted to see how we react when placed in this situation. From a certain perspective, it almost looks as if we remained swapped for twenty to thirty years.”
Verde: “A+ answer, as to be expected. Plus you’ve been every other normal girl. Lilian seemed boring, as Zoey will one day grow into an office MILF, and Nazara is a bit too freaky to be let loose into an office.”
Nazz(Paz): “So that was intentional! …I can’t hate you for everything you gave me, but you keep finding ways to make me pissed at you.”
With the spotlight finally cast on Nazz(Paz), Verde looked down at him with a skewed grin, not even bothering to say anything as she expected Nazz(Paz) to stand up and give his explanation. He sulked as he rose, disappointed with where his stature ended, barely taller than when he was Natasha, but certainly a lot slimmer. Natasha was 74 kilograms, Paz was about twenty kilograms lighter, and just looking down, Nazz felt an awkward twinge, his mind filling with thoughts he was not ready to acknowledge.
Nazz(Paz): “I guess the point of this is to punish me. You don’t like how much time I’ve spent in my new body, and have been ripping it away from me on weekends. This is just another way to get me to be someone else, isn’t it? I don’t get what your angle is. Can’t you just let me get on with my life now that I’m happier than ever?”
Verde: “Geez, you give some people the opportunity to be someone new, gain some perspective, and they act like it’s a punishment, not a gift. I think you know the reason why I put you in the body of another woman of a similar age as you. Her build’s even not too different from yours before you let yourself go…”
Faced with points she could not retort, Nazz(Paz) merely clenched up, staring at Verde before she could come up with something.
Nazz(Paz): “So, you want me to go back? To regret my decision?”
Verde: “Nah, you love being Nazz and that’s clear as day. Plainly: I want you to think. You’re not a stupid person. You’ll figure out what to do eventually.”
Nazz(Paz): “Oh, so you’re not telling me like you did with everyone else? I just need to figure it out?”
Verde: “Yeah, because you’re being a cunt about it.”
Realizing that her rejuvenated, aggressive spirit wasn’t doing her any favors, Nazz(Paz) relented, sitting back on the couch as everybody stood, looking like a moody teenager as she slammed her 46-year-old butt down.
Verde: “I love it when they’re complicit. Now, I’ve arranged things so that all of y’all are going to be working at Flare Industries, effective tomorrow, so do your best, scrub the servers, and be sure to have some fun during your off-time. Remember, you don’t live to work, you live to live, yada-yada and what’s it to ya. You know what to do now!”
Liang(Shiaka): “You sure seem confident in our abilities…”
Verde: “That’s because I’ve planned this time around. The damn Tokyo incident made me realize how slapdash I was being with things.”
Nazz(Paz): “So, we just need to put up with this for a full week?”
Verde: “Six days, but close enough. All of you— or five outta six of you— seem to understand the assignment well enough and why you’re in these bodies. Though, there is one thing none of you mentioned. This combo lets me minimize the incest angle for all the prudes out there.”
Daisuke(Zoey): “The hell is that supposed to mean?”
Verde: “Figure it out, tall fry!”
Having said her piece, Verde moseyed on our of the Kurokawa residence, shooting off a salute and slamming the door before going off to do only God knows what. With no emcee to dictate things, the six swapees of the Xing and Kurokawa families rose up and began doing as their swapper dictated. Try to get comfortable with their temporary bodies before needing to keep up appearances for eight hours straight.
They certainly had a lot to think about… and think they did.
The following is from the perspective of Nazz(Paz):
Of course, as the “mother,” everything has to be my job. Making dinner, cleaning up afterward— not that I would really mind. But it’s different when I’m forced to be someone else. Forced to be… Paz. Ever since I landed on this body, I’ve just been pissed the fuck off, because of course I’ve been pissed the fuck off! Zoe and Liang are both “interested” in being the fairer sex, and look at them. One’s hot, the other’s cute, and they look like mother and daughter. While me? I don’t even get that much! Instead, I get… this.
Brown skin whenever I look down at my arms, screaming at me that I’ve downgraded. Race is a caste system here in America, I’ve seen it too much to believe anything less, and I’ve just gone way down. Being Ukrainian was bad enough, seen as White until they decided to strip that shit away at the sound of your voice or read your last name. But with a name like Paz Kurokawa, they don’t even get that much.
If I had a body of someone like Abigale, or Tony, this wouldn’t be that bad. I’d still be tall. Still be strong. And Gemma’s body is at least hot enough to get what she wants. But Paz? She’s just barely younger than I was, and feels like a damn twig. There’s a limit to how much someone should weigh. I fucking know that, and I know how hard it is to stay under it when you’re constantly stressed and full of self-hatred. Yeah, I can admit that much now… But Paz’s body is too damn skinny, too damn weak.
Every dish I touch feels twice as heavy as it did when I was me, the new me, and these fingers… I hoped that I could just forget that I had these hands as I scrubbed dishes in warm and sudsy water before rinsing it under cold running water. But no. Just the opposite was true. The temperature change, the routine motion, it all adds up over time, and I can feel it in these hands. I’m old, I’m weak, I’m no longer White— I am JUST here to suffer, aren’t I? At least it is only a week, only six days before I am back to being my right self, back to being the Nazz.
…Then, why do I feel something when doing this. Seeing Zoe and Liang look at me, as if I am a mother again, it… Fuck. I should hate this, and I do, but I don’t hate it enough!
The following is from the perspective of Paz(Nazz):
I still can’t believe how committed Nazz really is to being a 22-year-old boy. His bedroom looks like a college dorm room, with walls full of photographs of things that never happened, from a fake life. I guess he really wanted to forget about his past life, and… I don’t know if I even blame him. I could tell Natasha was a miserable woman when I first met her, and I would never object to someone changing their own life for their own happiness.
It’s just strange to think that I am occupying his life, that all of these fabricated events are part of me, and the world sees me as him. It will be difficult to be as forward as he is with a lot of things, so perhaps I need to get in the right place, mentally. Maybe if I feel like Nazz, and talk like him, it will come more naturally, make this body feel more like my own. A bit of physical activity always helps with that, and he has weights under his bed for that.
Whoa. I could tell how strong Nazz was when I started moving in his body, but these muscles sing. I was used to feeling strong when I was Daisuke or Gem, but Nazz is on another level. He’s probably even stronger than Zoe. That day he lent his body to me, I felt like I was unstoppable, like I could do anything, and everybody looked at me with respect. Perhaps that’s why Nazz is so protective of his body. He wants to feel great all the time. And, if what I am feeling in my pants is any indication, he appreciates the… virility of being a young man.
Somehow, just being in his body, in expressing such strength, it makes me understand the confidence and bravado that Nazz must have as he goes out into the world, and if I want to pretend to be him, then I guess I need to do the same. Sorry if this is a bit too intrusive Nazz… but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me immersing myself in your body. It’ll help me get my fucking head in the game. The Nazz game! Yeah! Time to drop that P, grab that N, double that Z and let this hot, hard cock out for a test drive!
It, uh, it… it would not be the first time I’ve done something like this, and it won’t be the last…
The following is from the perspective of Daisuke(Zoey):
Huff-huff, it’s been a while since I went for a run like that, and it wound up being… 5 kilometers in just over 20 minutes? Huh. I guess Tony and Vidkun were right when they called Zoey an “athletic beast” in that telegraph chat. And… I still have energy to spare. I’ve never been out of shape. I’ve been around too many programmers who let themselves go to not value my fitness, but there’s a world of difference between being 48 and 18!
Ha. It’s strange to me how Zoe is more athletic as a woman than he is as a man, normally it’s the other way around, it should be the other way around and… Verde, you’ve proved your point, I am… somewhat envious of this body. I’ve learned to love being Dia, learned to love being Paz. I’ve even taken my wife’s dick up my ass! I… I guess I may have been reluctant to this whole thing, but now that I’m branching out, feeling what it is like to be someone else… I can see how addicting this could be to someone.
It’s as if my body just knows how to move as I rush forward, latent muscle memory helping me as I jump over this fence, vault over this bench, and even kick up this wall. Even with breasts, even with this ponytail bouncing around, it feels like I have nothing blocking me as I jet forward. I know it’s dangerous, that it’s reckless, yet with the night so dark and my body so strong, so agile, it… almost feels like a waste to not go out running. I can’t believe I actually said that. I always valued just staying at home, in society, and doing what needs to be done. Yet, if I didn’t have work, I feel like I could run a damn marathon in this body without any prep and still do a damn fine job. Or… maybe that’s just the adrenaline talking.
This almost makes me wish that I had actually done more than get high, eat, and have sex with… someone when I was in Abigale’s body. If there is anyone in our group who is better at physical feats than Zoey— or me at the moment— it would be her.
The following is from the perspective of Zoey(Dia):
Unfortunately, it appears that I failed to capture a certain nuance with Verde’s decision-making. While she clearly expected me to portray a valuable professional, I would also need to do so… while presenting as a woman. While make up and hair care are not too difficult when one has the time to experiment, wardrobes are a field I have not developed an adeptness. Dressing as a professional man is easy, but dressing as a professional woman is not, and contending with Dia’s wardrobe is… challenging.
The mixture of casual clothes, professional wear, and vanity outfits is perplexing for… several reasons. And considering “Dia” has never worked a day at Flare Industries, I had to interrogate what I wanted her appearance to be. Daisuke is a professional, but programmers are held to a lower standard of professional wear. Conversely, women in such fields are expected to present as women and as professional, to not be too uptight or frumpy, even if they are 48-years-old. Which certainly is not how old I feel. I easily feel a decade younger than I did when I was in Natasha’s body.
Back to clothing. Black would be blasé, pink would be ostentatious, shoulders should be covered, but arms should be exposed due to the fact it is July. A skirt would ultimately be optional, but may be preferable to appeal to the taller men around me, and the legs are effectively hairless. A benefit of being East Asian, I suppose. Hmm… perhaps basic is best and going with a medium blue skirt suit is ideal. Blue is inoffensive, conservative enough for a head of state to wear, yet more approachable than black or gray.
Trying on the outfit, the skirt is definitely taut on my hips. Though, looking at the rest of the closet, perhaps that is just the style that “Dia” gravitated toward for whatever reason. While it can be difficult for women of uncommon shapes to find clothing that fits them, I have doubts that is the case, especially after going shopping with Haruki last month. …Just accept it Zoe. A week of uncomfortable clothes is a mild problem at most, and so long as the skirt is fine for sitting, and it is, it shall be sufficient.
…Heh. I suppose this is the level of immersion Verde is expecting. I’ll need to inquire with the others about how much thought they invested in determining their outfits for the day…
The following is from the perspective of Liang(Shiaka):
Well, I just feel like a creep now. If I was going to be in this body for a week, I knew I would have to see it naked, so I decided to man up and see what Shiaka had under her clothes. I knew she had scars from a hate crime incident when she was a child, but they are everywhere along her torso. They’re tender to the touch, and while they have healed over the span of years, the discoloration is plain to see. It fills me with a sense of pity for all the obvious reasons, but looking at her as a whole, not just fixating on the scars, I have to admit that she looks rather… beautiful.
Bah! I feel like a creep just thinking that. She’s old enough to be your daughter, man! …But I suppose she opted into this, and if she has my body, and I have hers, then the power dynamics are all out of wack? Ugh. HR would have a field day with this regardless. They always err on conservative and say no when people try to do things that are fun and “Unchristian.”
Ha! Just looking back in the mirror, seeing her face move, it’s adorable! I know people who could do some nasty things if they had a face like this— Bryce would make for a hell of a gold-digger if he had enough pride to be a teenage girl for a while. Now, if we throw back the arms behind the head, puff up the chest a bit, and change the expression— It’s like she’s a different person.
“Hey big boy, like what you see?”
Hmm… her voice is a bit too soft, but voices can be trained. …Not that I’m actually going to pursue anything of the sort. I’m just having fun for me… right? Right! And Shiaka is not that kind of girl, so I shouldn’t even be doing this. Liang, you are Shiaka, so act like it! Be cute! Be demure!
“S-Sorry about that! I don’t know what came over me. Can I, uh, can I help you with anything, mister?”
Nailed it! In all seriousness, I think I can do this. It’s just choosing not to give much clapback, act like I know nothing until I’m told what to do, and act cute. Not that I ever had the ability to do that. Cute does not come in sizes above 180 centimeters, but if everybody else can learn how to be a trained act-or or act-ress, I can do.
“Substitute Shiaka Kurokawa, reporting for duty!”
The following is from the perspective of Shiaka(Liang):
No matter how many times I look at his reflection, my reflection rather, I cannot help but see Liang as an older Zoe. I know it’s because I did not know him, that he was dead until two weeks ago, but… No. That alone is enough to warrant any odd feelings I may have. Sometimes, years and years ago, I would wonder if I was just in a coma, if everything I was experiencing was just a dream, but my imagination could never come up with something like this. At least, not before everything I’ve been through.
“Just thinking that this is me is… too much.”
The man in the mirror was in so many senses the person I was not. Tall, strong, mature, and even with my mind piloting him, I still saw confidence in his eyes. Nobody would look at this person and think he needed protection, that he was anything but competent, and that he had any damage. When I was spending a week as Zoe, I felt like I was freed from any inhibitions I had. All I had to do was accept what I felt and saw. This is just a more extreme version of that.
“And just like with Zoe, I can do this.”
It’s funny how he doesn’t really sound like Zoe. I guess he left his life too soon to leave much of a vocal impression on him. But yes, as Liang, I won’t need to worry about performing as much as I otherwise would. He’s a new hire, new to a lot of things, so I will be granted some grace, with maturity to help me deflect from criticism. This is fine. This is workable. I will do this! I just need to channel my confidence, get comfortable with my new skin, with my voice, with the way I walk. And with… well, if that worked that well with when I was Zoe, that well on June 2nd, then it should work just as well now. …And Liang does have his own bathroom in the basement.
Ugh. Why do I need to find such strength in perversions and damn toilets? Maybe Maxxie was a bad influence. …Or maybe I’ll need to reconnect with my therapist after this summer is over. As she said, coming to terms with oneself is not something one ever completes. It’s a gradual process that lasts a lifetime…
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!