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 12th – Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 3
Part 1: Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz Do Cancun
Date: Sunday, July 12, 2015
Time: 08:02 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Resort de Fantasía Transformadora, Cancun, Mexico
Following their encounter with the phantom of Monterrey, Da Boyz made their way to the other end of Mexico, to the premiere travel designation of the country, Cancun. It was where the phantom told them their next encounter would be, likely within the streets of the city proper… but that was not where Da Boyz had settled themselves. After seeing a real Mexican city up close and personal, and with Verde footing the travel bill, Da Boyz had settled themselves in a hotel within the Hotel Zone.
Whereas Cancun was just another city, full of the same culture, infrastructure, and character as any other city, the Hotel Zone was a series of pockets of paradise. A line of all-inclusive resorts for people to stay at for days, or weeks, in order to experience varying degrees of luxury. They were for people who desired the tropical climate, the service, and the sight of the Caribbean Sea. If they wanted to swim, that’s what the copious excess of pools was for. It was truly a marvel of engineering. Though the morals, the optics of paying these indigenous people the local rate to serve a primarily affluent White clientele were more… ambiguous.
Their second morning in Cancun came just like any other, with the sun shining high over the sea, beaming a light into their luxury suite for six. Haruya, Tony, Vidkun, Bern, Gemma, and Yukito were all splayed about the expansive room for eight, either completely naked or only wearing their underwear after a night of assorted delights. The half empty bottles of booze on the living room table telling anyone all they needed to know about how or why. Who has sex with who was a paltry question next to who didn’t have sex with whom, and the aroma of men wafted through the air, persisting even as the open eastern windows invited a calming breeze.
Yukito was the first one to emerge from slumber, awakening without the slightest hint of fatigue or inebriation as she began tidying up after Da Boyz. She put away the beer bottles, picked up stray clothes, and played housekeeper as the sounds of Mexican pop radio played from her ears, just as a little wake-up call to her friends. Precipitously, Da Boyz woke up, groggy from the sex and change of scenery— not from the alcohol, strangely enough— yet inclined to greet the day properly.
They headed to the showers, grabbed some water, got dressed, and prepared to greet another day, with Haruya kicking things off by visiting the balcony and looking down at the expansive resort below. The scattered pools shimmered from the sunlight. Resort goers looked like ants from the ninth story. While the ocean waves looked as enticing as ever, not that she had much of swimmer’s bod with her gut hanging out.
She grabbed her gut, large enough to completely obscure her morning wood, and mockingly shook it. Of course, he was still speaking Spanish as, while this resort was largely bilingual, it just made sense to use the native tongue.
Haruya: “[Man, needing to lug this thing around in a place like this just kills it for me, dude.]”
Vidkun: “[You say that like you’re the only fat guy at this resort. You’re definitely not.]”
Making his entrance, Vidkun leaned against the balcony alongside Haruya, his hair wet from a shower and his body clad in a loose button-up and shorts, looking like some teenage kid who was dragged along on a family vacation.
Haruya: “[That’s not the point, and you know it, Vid.]”
Vidkun: “[I’m just saying that I figured you would learn to appreciate that body after being in it for so long. The more you get to know a body, the more comfortable it will be. At least, that’s our working theory.]”
Haruya: “[Do I need to repeat myself in saying ‘that’s not the point?’ I’m just saying that I wish I were in another body right now. I’ve dabbled with the idea of going out to a resort like this with my friends before. What was the joint he recommended? Bitz Island or something? And now that I’m here, I just wish I was Haruki again. Or Gemma. Or Tony. Hell, I’d happily take ‘your’ body.]”
Vidkun: “[Heh. Unfortunately for you, we lack the means. …Unless we just so happen to run into the phantom.]”
Bern: “[About that, you guys still don’t have any clue where this phantom could be, do you?]”
Arriving behind them, Bern was already fully composed and ready to go, her face cleanly shaven and body dressed more like she was about to head out to her office job, rather than a day of lounging.
Haruya: “[Cancun’s a big city, and we ain’t in it. Yukito said to just lay back and wait for them to come to us. Which is fine by me.]”
Bern: “[Not so much for me. Ken and Elly are back in Oransen, Terra too, and I just get restless being away from home, knowing there are things I could be doing.]”
Gemma: “[Curious. While your loyalty stands without question, are Ken and Elly truly that incapable?]”
Joining in on the balcony, Gemma was just wearing a T-shirt and shorts over a bikini, both rather loose around his frame, not that anyone sane would complain.
Bern: “[Nah, I’m just paranoid. I’ve gone on vacations with them, but never on my own like this, and I don’t have a backup I can call to cover me or anything. I guess you could say I’m dreading the idea of coming back to a mess.]”
Tony: “[Right? Tell me about it, girlfriend— erm, guy friend? Sorry, some terms are harder to shake than others, even if they really shouldn’t be…]”
With a party growing, Tony joined in on the balcony, soaking in the sights with everyone else, feeling the breeze rustle his tank top as he looked onto the horizon.
Yukito: “[Enjoying the view, guys? Do you plan on chilling in the room all day or something?]”
Without turning to face Yukito, who was once again dressed in an “inappropriate” suit and jacket, Haruya shrugged off her comment.
Haruya: “[Maybe. I wouldn’t have to put on pants then.]”
Two seconds later, Yukito threw a rolled up ball or board shorts and boxers at Yukito, where they softly smacked into her back.
Yukito: “[We’re not paying a grand a night just to have you guys lounge in a hotel room. Now come on down for breakfast.]”
With Yukito leading the charge and Haruya putting on her pants, Da Boyz marched out and to their elevator, anticipating whatever today would bring.
Part 2: Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz Chillax
Date: Sunday, July 12, 2015
Time: 08:32 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Resort de Fantasía Transformadora, Cancun, Mexico
The hotel dining hall was buzzing with life as people partook in its expansive continental breakfast. A flurry of breads, fruits, beverages, and pastries were shuffled around with seemingly limitless quantities abound. At Da Boyz’s table, where their plates were piled high with a notable amount of eggs, bacon, and sausages. Because when it’s a dude vacation, you gotta eat like a dude.
Bern: “[Let me guess, nobody has any real plans today either?]”
Tony: “[Not really, We tried checking out the city proper two days ago and found nothing obvious.]”
Gemma: “[I do not believe it is wrong for us to treat this road trip as a traditional vacation, is it not? And is visiting an inclusive resort like this not a common vacation variant?]”
Yukito: “[I’d like to say you’re wrong, but I spent 22 years sitting on my ass waiting to run into Verde. The phantom probably has some way to track us, so all we can do is wait for some sign. I’ve met their types before. They just want attention from those they like, and we’ve earned their favor.]”
Vidkun: “[Well, that’s great. Now, why haven’t you shipped a VD 2.0 to us to protect us from this ghost?]”
Haruya: “[Because the last thing you want to do is risk giving this guy more power?]”
Yukito: “[That is not the stated reason. Verde has placed a temporary ban on taking any additional VD 2.0s out of Oransen while Abigale is attempting to remedy things in… Asia.]”
Bern: “[I want to ask about that… but I also believe ignorance is bliss….]”
Tony: “[So, uh, we’re just waiting like this? With no idea where or when we’ll run into this phantom?]”
Yukito: “[I have eyes all over this resort, Tony. So long as they can be picked up by cameras, I should be able to catch them.]”
As Yukito explained her plan, Haruya snapped a quick photo of Da Boyz and their breakfast with her phone, posting it to her socials with the following caption: “Day three in Cancun with Da Boyz. Here’s hoping that we don’t run into anything supernatural.”
Gemma: “[As subtle as a submarine, I see.]”
Haruya: “[Yeah! I want this damn ghost to show themself! In fact… what if they’re inside one of you—]”
Yukito: “[They are not. I have been running routine scans on your persons, and none of you are possessed.]”
Haruya: “[Well, so much for THAT idea.]”
Upon saying that, Haruya leaned so far back in her chair that she almost fell to the floor before pulling herself back to the table with a slam.
Haruya: “[Screw it! Ghost or no ghost, I’m heading head to the pool if anyone needs me.]”
With their breakfast eaten and nothing else on their itinerary, Da Boyz shrugged off Haruya’s outburst and resumed their vacation, exiting the massive hotel into an even larger all-inclusive pool area. A true five-star offering complete with drink bars, eight different pools, a stellar view of the white sandy beaches over yonder. It looked like it should be packed, but it wasn’t even 9:00 yet, and people were busy sleeping their vacation away. After the gang stripped off their clothes and stuffed them into a bag, they dispersed, treating the pool as their playground as they looked for something to do.
Seeing as how there were no lazy bums populating the rectangular pool here, Tony took to the water like a fish and swam like crazy, trying to outdo his personal best, despite not being in a regulation sized pool. His love for athletics had not faltered since this summer of sizzling sex began, though he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel something erotic as the water embraced his flat, exposed chest.
Bern joined him, keeping up while showing her additional 17 years, going at her own pace and getting in some exercise while she was there. Sure, she had a pool at home she could, and did, use for exercise when she saw fit. However, she didn’t have many chances to swim alongside someone like this, in a body like this. Everything about her was flat, practical, and focused around performance, with no boobs, hips, or hair “getting in the way.” Even after spending a week like this, she still felt like something was wrong… yet, after half a summer of body swapping, that was pretty normal at this point.
Gemma was quickly called over by a couple of old White dudes who woke up and headed straight for the bar. Not because he wanted to get drunk or groped, but because Gemma understood the importance of talking to random strangers while on a vacation and forming connections for the sake of it. It was harder to do this when he was in his usual form, so tall and strong, looking like he could snap and beat someone to a pulp. Yet now that he was a tall curvy girl, people were suddenly more interested in talking to him.
Vidkun grabbed a chair, put on a big summer hat, and sat far away from the action, close enough to get some rays, but far away enough to give him a sense of privacy. He was not here to socialize, to get wet, or anything of the sort, and had already scoped this place out to his satisfaction. So, he busted out his Vita and kept gaming in peace, one earbud in and the other soaking in the idle ambiance and clatter of the resort.
Yukito was still fully dressed, looking like some narc as she walked across the pool, reviewing security footage from not only this hotel, but multiple hotels on this strip, in hopes of pinpointing where this phantom could be. She was arguably wasting her vacation by being so focused on work, by denying the call to cut loose like her travel companions. Yet, with her powers, with her thousands of years of lived experiences, the idea of relaxing in a pool did not hold much appeal to her. So, she continued to walk around like a security guard.
Lastly, there are Haruya, who was not content with beach bumming or just enjoying herself, and was trying to make connections with her fellow guests. After failing to earn the favor of some handsome blonde guys her age, she sulked back to what acted as her chair. She looked looking around for her next target, and happened upon a pair of Black girls, both dressed for the pool, looking utterly gorgeous, and roughly her age. At least out of high school. Staring down at herself, her gut, and what could in no way be described as a beach bod, knowing she would not impress on her looks… Despite this, she approached them anyway, trailing them from behind and hearing them speak French to each other before switching to their, seemingly, preferred language.
Haruya: “[Hey there ladies, lovely morning, isn’t it? I couldn’t help but notice your accents. I believe that’s… a Gabonese accent, isn’t it?]”
The two Black, or more specifically, Gabonese woman looked at Haruya, then at themselves, before busting out in reserved chuckles.
Gabonese Woman A: “[Your French is pretty good, but your pickup technique needs some work.]”
Gabonese Woman B: “[Puh-lease, that’s not what needs some work, all of THAT needs some work.]”
The second Gabonese woman gestured to Haruya’s gut and the first laughed even harder at her joke.
Haruya: “[Geez, I ask to talk and this is how you treat me? Guess bratty girls really can come from anywhere. Later.]”
Turning around, Haruya left the two of them as they continued to giggle and bicker. She tried to defuse the situation while preserving her dignity, but as she walked away, she could not help but sulk.
Haruya: “[It’d be one thing if I were just average, but I guess nothing about being 86 kilos and short makes you average… Oh, woe be the little fat boy!]”
Grabbing a free chair, Haruya sat down and looked up at the bright blue sky to clear her mind, reminding herself of why she went on this trip to begin with. When her eyes returned to the ground level, she saw the same two Gabonese girls who immediately turned her down chatting with an Asian man. It was too far away for her to make out more details than that, and how he was skinny. She had too much pride to wear a shirt at a pool, but her desire to stay there was diminishing… until she heard the voice of Yukito.
Yukito: “[I take it things aren’t doing so well.]”
Haruya: “[Damn straight, ‘cos I got screwed at the genetic lottery that you guys rigged. You could have made Maxxie and me sexy men right from the get-go, but nooo! Instead, we both became fat guys, and we’re trying to get un-fat.]”
If only to convey her frustration, Yukito clenched her temple, letting out a deliberate sigh before offering a verbal response.
Yukito: “[We give you so much, and you STILL complain about this?]”
Haruya: “[Huh? Don’t get it twisted, your little doohickey let me do things I didn’t even think were possible. I’m just complaining because I know things COULD be better. It’s like how super fans of any game or anime will incessantly bitch about the little things the creators got wrong while claiming it’s a ten outta ten classic.]”
Yukito: “[…Whatever. We have our agreement, so try to enjoy your life as a fat guy while I keep an eye out for the phantom.]”
Haruya: “[Can do!]”
Having vented out her frustrations, Haruya hopped out of her lounge chair and wandered off, leaving Yukito to roll her eyes as she left. Resuming her walk, Yukito scanned for anyone, anything, that could be related to this phantom, hoping to find something, somewhere, but all she saw was a typical pool at a luxury resort. Dozens— actually hundreds— of people had left their hotel rooms to enjoy the amenities. There were families forging precious summer memories. College kids eagerly engaging in youthful indulgences before responsibilities compounded. Geriatrics eking out joy from their lives while they still could. And while one might think that the audience for a resort like this would be fiercely White and Hispanic, it felt like a truly cosmopolitan collection of people. It would be a perfect target for a phantom capable of transforming people’s sex, switching their bodies, or possessing them. The question was… where were they?
Part 3: Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz Vs The Phantom
Date: Sunday, July 12, 2015
Time: 11:57 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Resort de Fantasía Transformadora, Cancun, Mexico
After helping themselves to an early lunch and seeing the resort grounds spring to life with activity, Da Boyz had regrouped in a jacuzzi built for… technically eight, but six was more than sufficient. With carbonated drinks in hand and a veneer of privacy, everybody relaxed, relishing in the vibes, and chatting about whatever nonsense came to mind.
Tony: “[Uh, I get that you wanted to hook up with those girls, I just don’t get why. Why would we want to hook up with anyone here, when we could be gone tomorrow for all we know?]”
Gemma: “[For the different experience, but of course! While it is merry that we have such a bevy of options for sexual-romantic encounters back in Oransen, there is a pertinent ‘je ne sais quoi’ to having sexual relationships with an individual you will never see again.]”
Vidkun: “[I’d criticize, but after what we got up to in the car on the 7th, I’m comfortable saying that context is everything.]”
Haruya: “[You can say that four more times, because the truth must be spoken until it gets repetitive.]”
Both Bern and Yukito looked at each other and sighed at how the conversation got into this direction. With a sparkling water in hand, Yukito was trying to make the most of the situation, to find fun in the act of waiting, but anxiety had fallen away to boredom, and now, she was just trying to pass the time.
Bern: “[Hey, so, Yukito, what do we do if we don’t find this phantom guy?]”
Yukito: “[Then I will stay here and take care of business on my own time. The agreement was for a week-long vacation, and the Flare family already misses you.]”
Bern: “[Even Maxxie? Have you been in contact with her?]”
Yukito: “[Negative. Her status is confidential.]”
Bern groaned at that non-answer, taking a swig from her sparkling water. The bubbly warmth of the jacuzzi was beginning to lose its luster after half an hour of use, and she looked off into the rest of the resort, particularly the barely occupied beach, as she mused for things to do.
Bern: “[Well, if this is our last day here, we should make it count and I don’t think we’ve gone to the beach. So let’s head down the—]”
The words abruptly stopped coming out of Bern’s mouth. Her mind kept moving, but her lips refused to move and sound refused to leave her lungs. Though her heart still beat, though the jacuzzi still bubbled about, something felt very wrong.
She was not in a different body. That sensation was all too familiar to the Swap Posse at this point. Instead, it felt as if she… lacked a body. The warmth of the tub, the feeling of the water rushing across her hairy legs, the cool refreshing feeling of the beverage in her belly, all of these things were gone. She could not feel, she could not smell, or even taste, but she could see and hear. And what she saw was… herself. Her body was resting in the jacuzzi, below her and slightly in front of her, not moving at all. It hadn’t slumped over or fallen asleep. Instead, it was as if the body had simply been turned off. In fact, the same was true for the others before her, all sitting with blank expressions on their faces, some holding drinks, others looking more like mannequins or taxidermized people.
That is, except for one.
Yukito, or at least her body, leapt out of the pool and ran away at borderline inhuman speeds, dashing through the pool and beyond Bern’s vision. She looked on in confusion, trying to speak out, but she had no mouth, no words to speak. Bern tried to move, yet as she did, she became intimately aware of what she truly was. She could see, she could hear, but as she looked down at herself, she merely saw an ethereal form. One with hands, legs, long hair, and a familiar set of breasts yet they floated above the ground, no longer bound by gravity.
Bern, or rather Babs, as she was divorced from the Bern body, attempted to scream, but was interrupted by another scream shrieking as loud as the day was long. A scream from a voice she immediately recognized.
Haruki: “HOLY SHIT! We’re fucking ghosts!”
Turning around, Babs saw the ethereal forms of the rest of Da Boyz, all reverted to their “default” selves. Haruki, Tony, Vidkun, Gem, and Urabe were all floating about a meter above the hot tub, looking down at their physical bodies. Haruki, Tony, and Gem were enraptured by this, while Urabe and Vidkun were taking this situation more seriously.
Tony: “Did… did we just die?”
Gem: “Most doubtful. Our bodies are still breathing…”
Vidkun: “This was clearly the work of the phantom.”
Urabe: “Indeed, but I have to say their powers… now concern me. Not only can this phantom possess people, but they can detach multiple people— simultaneously— from their bodies? How could an irregular this powerful penetrate this Scenario? Or… did Verde leave a backdoor— deliberately?”
Haruki: “Dunno, don’t care, Imma hop in Gemma’s body for some girl time R&R!”
Urabe attempted to grab Haruki as she practically cannonballed into Gemma’s body, yet apparently “ghosts” like them could not touch each other. Haruki slipped into Gemma’s body like water down a tube, and it only took a single second before Gemma’s body was moving again.
Urabe: “She might be more ‘intelligent’ than Maxxie, but she’s just as immature. The phantom knows who we are, knows about my body’s capabilities, and whatever they are planning, they must be stopped. Tony, Vid, Bern return to your bodies. Gem, you stay on standby, follow us, I’ll take Haruya’s body, and I need—”
As Urabe mouthed off orders to the spirits in attendance, she was interrupted by Bern’s body. Before they could react, they saw something, another spirit, rush toward the body, possessing it, and wasting little time before standing up and stepping out of the jacuzzi. They were laughing, feeling up their chest, and clearly enjoying themself as they checked out their new form.
Babs rushed at her body, trying to shove this invading spirit out of it, yet as she put her hands on her broad shoulders, she felt something hard. It was like a wall, a force field, was surrounding her body, preventing her from entering it, no matter how hard she tried, even if she punched it, it was like punching the world’s firmest sofa.
Babs: “What? How? This phantom freak was able to possess people, so why can’t I—”
Urabe: “Everybody, just grab a body and go. Gem, Babs, you follow us.”
With minimal hesitation, Urabe, Vidkun, and Tony all dove into the remaining unoccupied bodies. Urabe landed in Haruya’s, Vidkun borrowed Tony’s, and Tony borrowed Vidkun. They did not state why, but did they really need to at this point?
Taking a second to settle in, Urabe(Haruya) grabbed Haruki(Gemma) by the wrist as she lounged, and the four sprang out of the jacuzzi, all a little loose on their legs, yet they marched forward. Though they were mere spirits, both Gem and Babs followed, floating through the air as they moved past this small nook away from the pool and into the main attraction. The sun was high, the weather was temperate, and a cool breeze was rolling in from the shore, so of course the pool was packed. There was some lingering hope that their “possession event” would be contained, but if Bern’s body theft was any indication, they were not be so lucky.
What Da Boyz saw when they reached the main pool was chaos— mass hysteria. Adults screaming like children as their children tried to calm them down. People stripping out of their swimsuits as they streaked around naked, without a care in the world. Men were whipping out their dicks. Women were grabbing their tits like they were sacks of gold. Violence had broken out all around them, and not just violent arguments.
Hotel staff were smacking patrons in the face. People were throwing others into the pool before duking it out with their fists. At least two bodies had hit the concrete, knocked out cold. And some people were just standing around, blank-eyed, like they had left this plane of existence. It was impossible to focus on a single thing being said as the soundscape had developed into a rambunctious baccano, and with hundreds of people in some manner of conflict, there was no way Da Boyz could hope to establish order.
Urabe(Haruya): “Oh, goldarn it all! Gem, Babs, make yourselves useful and possess someone in charge. The head office is on the fifth floor. Don’t walk, fly!”
Tony(Vidkun) and Vidkun(Tony) looked around in confusion as Urabe(Haruya) spoke to the unseen spirits. It seemed that the eyes of those in the material world could neither see nor hear spirits lingering about, but the connection worked the other way.
Babs: “So much for our vacation…”
Gem: “Let’s try positive think! How many get to experience such excitement on a vacation?”
Sighing at her younger friend’s optimism, Babs flew toward the hotel itself, as quickly as she could in this ethereal form as Gem followed behind her. They had nothing obstructing them, as their bodies phased even through walls, but the other four on the ground were not so lucky. Appointing herself as leader, Urabe(Haruya) marched forward, shouting at Vidkun(Tony) to hold onto Tony(Vidkun) and Haruki(Gemma) as they braced the crowds. Nobody was going after them. Everybody was far too interested in their new bodies to care about four random people, yet they still had to parse through the chaos.
Body swapping has proven to be something enriching to every one of them over the course of this summer. The ability to feel what another does, to expand one’s understanding of the human condition, to present as a different person without the pesky matter of biology impeding them. The benefits of such an ability were naturally floating within their minds, and it was a wonder what society could be like if this power were unleashed. Yet, without understanding, without the safety of knowing, of escape, great gifts can appear to be little more than a curse.
The cacophony of screams that followed, the running, the grabbing, the madness that painted the faces of far too many. None of them agreed to this, none of them understood what was going on beyond an abstract level, and as far as any of them knew, this was just life now. Class, age, gender, race, all were thrown in flux at an international destination like this, and while some might have deliberately snagged bodies, who knows how many panicked and ran into these bodies through sheer accident.
A middle-aged woman practically launched herself at Tony(Vidkun), almost toppling him over as she cried, begging for help, to find their mother. How old were they, who were they, and what gender were they? All pertinent questions that acted as mere flavor to the fact they were a person in grave need, yet with a shout from Urabe(Haruya), Tony(Vidkun) was forced to leave this person aside as they found the stairs and ran up.
Somehow, the stairwell was one of the few quiet areas, bereft of people, of noise. This gave them a chance to think this through. They had heard about what happened at Haneda a week ago, but that was far away. An event with no clear numbers at a place they didn’t know. Well, Haruki(Gemma) knew what the airport was like. Same with Urabe(Haruya), but that did not make it feel any more distant. They were witnessing the collapse in real time, and how would they fix it? Well, if anyone knew, it was Urabe(Haruya) and if she didn’t know…
Adrenaline pushed Urabe(Haruya), Haruki(Gemma), Vidkun(Tony) and Tony(Vidkun) to the fifth floor, and the moment they barged into an empty hallway, they heard the intercom spring to life, bearing the voice of a man with a clear accent, switching between English and Spanish as they spoke.
Man on the Intercom: “Attention! Please remain calm! All guests return to your rooms immediately! We… we have determined that a massive gas leak has broken out across the resort. What you are seeing may not be real. I repeat, return to your rooms immediately! We will address this situation as quickly as possible. Do not leave the resort!”
The speaker’s panic was plain to hear. They were struggling to find the right excuse they could possibly use to explain a mass possession event like this, pulling whatever seemed the most plausible and doling out clichés. If people are panicking, the words “remain calm” are little more than cause for further panic. The gang of four did not know where exactly this speaker was located, but with the head office located just a few meters away, they knew a great place to check.
Going against her body’s crappy stamina, Urabe(Haruya) dashed to the manager’s office and tackled the door, only to find it locked shut. With a grunt, she switched to shouting, choosing to first try in English.
Urabe(Haruya): “Babs! Gem! Are you in there? Open up!”
The door swung open a moment later, revealing a swanky office home to a bearded 50-something-year-old man dressed in professional attire and a professional woman nearly a decade younger. Both were Mexican, or at least Hispanic, but that was true for most people who worked at this resort.
Hispanic Businessman: “Geez, cool your jets, Urabe. Aren’t you supposed to be the one in charge here?”
Hispanic Businesswoman: “For clarity’s sake, I am Gem and she is Babs. We just could not resist the opportunity to—”
Urabe(Haruya): “Yeah, yeah, thanks for stating the obvious. With my body, the phantom could have gone anywhere. We need to do a full survey of this place in order to find them.”
Haruki(Gemma): “Seriously? That’s your plan? For all we know, The phantom could have just used those rocket legs of yours and flown away. I don’t think it would be easy but—”
Tony(Vidkun): “I, uh, don’t think we need to worry about that.”
Grabbing the attention of the rest of Da Boyz, Tony(Vidkun) pointed one of his slender pale fingers down the hall, where Yukito’s body was casually walking towards them. It was still dressed in just swimwear, still wet from their time in the hot tub, yet its possessor shaped Yukito’s handsome face into something foreboding. They were smiling as if they were on the brink of a mental breakdown, about to collapse, and the sounds of laughter grew as they drew closer. The possessor stopped as they came within five meters of Urabe(Haruya) and held out their hand. The skin covering it cracked and shifted as the inner machinations of Yukito’s body were revealed, moving in a hundred tiny different ways before forming into a firearm. …Just as the phantom witnessed back in Monterrey.
Phantom(Yukito): “This is what I love about possession. Anything I want, I can take, and never would I have imagined that someone like you could exist in this world, Yukito.”
Vidkun(Tony): “When Jim told me not to get shot while in Mexico, I thought he was just—”
Urabe(Haruya): “Not the time for your snark, Vid. You might know one trick with my body, but you truly have no idea what you’re messing with.”
Phantom(Yukito): “Do you think a baseless warning like that will stop me? If anything, it makes me all the more curious about what this body can truly do. I think I overheard something about rocket legs?”
Frustrated, Urabe(Haruya) clenched her head in frustration. She was dealing with meat instead of circuitry to think at this moment, and without a plan to fall back on, she was struggling.
Urabe(Haruya): “…I don’t know who you are, but if there is something you want, we can broker a deal. So, what do you want? Money, power, blood, your own personal sandbox for whatever your heart desires? Name it, and I’ll get it for you. Not right now, of course, but once we sort this mess out.”
Phantom(Yukito): “You think I want for anything? Please. I have my own abilities and yours. What more could I possibly want? What can I not get now that I am you? You are now a nobody, and I am a being beyond human. I don’t need to sleep, don’t need to eat, I’m sure I can create those magic eggs of yours to stew further chaos, and once I find out everything your body can do, I will be invincible. A true god unto the world. The shape might not be to my liking, but I’m sure I can figure out some workaround. In fact, if you want to earn points with me, you could tell me how to access your manual.”
Gem(Businesswoman): “A-Assuredly you have greater goals than that.”
Phantom(Yukito): “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, but unless you can tell me what I want in the next 20 seconds, I might need to start experimenting with what this new body of mine can do.”
Demonstrating their eagerness to dispose of them, the phantom possessing Yukito took their free hand, clenched it, and caused a series of three footlong blades to burst from its knuckle.
Vidkun(Tony): “Since when can you do that?”
Urabe(Haruya): “Let’s just say I am a person of many talents…”
Haruki(Gemma): “Is one of them thinking on your feet? Because this is a bit beyond my expertise, if ya catch my drift.”
Phantom(Yukito): “Ten seconds.”
Babs(Businessman): “How do we know you won’t just kill us after we give you what you want?”
Phantom(Yukito): “…I suppose there’s nothing stopping me—”
As the phantom sarcastically responded to Babs’s comment, Urabe(Haruya) lunged herself at them, aiming for her own body’s neck. Her movements were deliberate, she clearly knew the weak spot of her own body, but unfortunately for her, she was using a body of mere flesh, and far from the most agile flesh she’d worn this past month. The phantom in Yukito’s body lacked such a limitation and moved swiftly, reacting as superhuman speeds, before taking their bladed hand and sending a three dagger punch straight into Urabe(Haruya)’s right arm.
The finely crafted metal ripped through skin and flesh like a spork through gelatin, stopping only as it clashed with bone. The impact sent a revolting vibration through the totality of Urabe(Haruya)’s body, overcoming whatever sense she had as she froze, falling to the floor as the blades slid out of her borrowed arm. She sent her left hand to grasp the would as blood poured through her grip, but it did little to alleviate the immense pain that came with a deep wound like. Teeth clashed, her legs gave out, and she crumbled, lacking the composure she enjoyed as a mechanical being. She was in a human body now, and just as vulnerable as one.
Words did not even escape her lips as she looked up at the phantom, rage fuming in her eyes as the phantom looked… positively bored.
Phantom(Yukito): “Are you forgetting what your own body is capable of? Or are you an utter idiot without this mechanical mind of yours? If pain is your language, I’ll be glad to coax an answer from you, but first I—”
Urabe(Haruya): “There’s… actually something I want to tell you…”
The Stoic expression of the phantom blossomed into something positively jovial from that simple line.
Phantom(Yukito): “Oh? I suppose a little pain was all it took for you. Now, pray tell, what can my new body do?”
Urabe(Haruya) looked up at the phantom in her body with utter contempt— hatred— before uttering a response. A response that defied all reason and whose mere utterance sent a chilling sensation through all within earshot.
Urabe(Haruya): “Zxkuqyb Ozglg Bwly Gvhvi Vtmzi Czn!”
For a split second, everybody in the hallway froze. The next, everyone in the resort did the same. People shouting, crying, running, or speaking suddenly found themselves paralyzed, unable to move, unable to think, or do anything. They were cognizant that something was stopping them from moving, that something was holding them back, yet they remained static… until they felt their senses fade.
Their souls had been severed from their bodies once again, left floating above and around them, yet these spirits did not move. They did not speak. They just remained there, looking at one another with vacant eyes, before feeling something pull them elsewhere. Away from the body they had flown into in a panic or attempted to steal, and back to one that matched their inner self. They flew through walls, through other spirits, before seeping back into their “rightful” home, sliding back as if nothing had happened at all.
No one was free from this wave of “anti-transformation.” Even those who had attempted to flee the resort, running out into the street, were picked up by this invisible force, their spirits stripped of their new home and thrust back to where the God Admins said they belonged. Boys returned to being boys, women returned to the bodies of women, the affluent had their figures and status back yet again, and the underpaid workers were stripped of any luxury that they had snagged for themselves. Every body was reset, and every one was back to normal. That is, as normal as one can be after a literal out-of-body experience like that.
The same was true for Da Boyz. Tony and Vidkun exchanged bodies once again, Gem returned to Gemma, and most vitally, Urabe returned to the body of Yukito, pushing out the phantom in the process.
The phantom, unlike all the other spirits, had no definitive form. They were truly ethereal, vague, and lacked any perceptible features, barely even looked human beyond their bipedal form with two eyes and a mouth. Yet, they still lingered, floating in the middle of the fifth floor hallway, looking around in confusion, speaking words that could not be heard by any corporeal being.
Phantom: “No… No. No! NO!!! The God Admins weren’t supposed to have the power of Zxkuqyb! He is not going to tolerate—”
Yukito: “I sense them! That’s the phantom!”
As the phantom stood and monologued to themself, Yukito pointed a de-weaponized finger in the phantom’s general direction. Her special mechanical eyes could not necessarily see the phantom, but as their spirit lingered in the air, they were able to detect them through a combination of thermal readings and subtle sound waves imperceptible by the human ear. The efficiency and conviction of Yukito caused the phantom to flinch, idly floating as they considered an escape plan. Yet, that indecision was all it took for someone to take action, with Haruya leaping from the ground and throwing their bleeding arm as high as they could reach. The arm brushed past the phantom, pulling them downward, and despite their efforts to fly away, to resist the pull of a warm body, they were ultimately dragged in. Haruya had forced them to return to a corporeal form, and as an added bonus, they would experience the pain of a bleeding arm.
Haruya: “I’ve got them! I feel something else inside me!”
Yukito: “Good work, Haruya. You’re quicker on your feet than I thought.”
Tony: “H-Huh? W-Why did you want Haruya to get possessed again?”
Haruya: ” Basic genre shit! How else is she gonna capture this ghost— oh, you ass!“
Mid-sentence, something about Haruya’s intonation changed, and from that unsubtle shift, Yukito, Gemma, Tony, and Vidkun could tell what happened. The phantom was inside her, in control, and not trying to hide it.
Phantom(Haruya): “Do you really think you can trap me like this?”
Yukito: “No, I think I can… like this.”
Yukito took her other hand, still in the form of a finger-based gun, and pointed it at Haruya’s temple. The phantom possessing her body flinched, but before they could react, their brains were scrambled. The concussive burst of gunfire filled the hallway of the fifth floor and spread throughout the rest of the hotel. Gemma, Tony, and Vidkun all flinched. The Hispanic businessman and businesswoman who had returned to their bodies seconds ago were as shocked as they were confused. While Yukito… Yukito was smiling like a killer who had just claimed his first kill in weeks. There was no hesitation, no regret on her face, she was simply elated.
Gemma: “Yukito… what the fuck was that about?”
Hearing Gemma break his schtick to utter his most normal line so far this summer was enough to make Yukito snicker. However, recognizing that they had unwanted company in their midst, she switched over to Indonesian for the added privacy.
Yukito: “[The only way to kill a lingering spirit is to bind it in a body and end its life that way. Many spirits can move freely between bodies, only needing a few seconds before they can claim another. But during that adjustment period, when they are still planting their roots in, that is when you can kill them, along with whoever they are possessing.]”
Vidkun: “[S-So, you just killed Haruya? Just like that?]”
Yukito: “[How to preserve the reference in this language… ‘Tis nothing but a flesh wound, you see. Or do you forget how I literally brought a man back to life less than a month ago. Just stay back and watch the resurrection happen. But first… YOU TWO! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!]”
Yukito did not bother switching back to Spanish in order to bark orders to the confused businessman and business woman before her, because a threat from a person with a gun sounds the same in any language, and the best response is to run away. The two promptly did so, and with nobody bold enough to exit their hotel rooms, Yukito, Gemma, Tony, and Vidkun were left alone, looking down at Haruya’s corpse. Her head had been cleanly penetrated, the bullet pierced her forehead with a hole so clean that, if not for the blood, you could easily stare from one end to the other.
The three looked away before the image could be seared into their minds, while Yukito looked at it as if it was nothing, casually rolling her shoulders and retracting her gun, shifting the internals of her robotic arm to produce an egg. It was not a white egg, like the one that revived Liang, nor was it a brown egg, like the one that transformed the phantom’s victims in Monterrey. Instead, it was a vibrant blue, like a robin’s egg… if the robin were the size of a chicken.
Holding the egg in hand, Yukito kneeled down to Haruya’s corpse, taking her free hand to her mouth, left agape in death, and cranked it open wider, and wider until it was just large enough for her to place the blue egg into the corpse’s mouth. Once the egg was secure, she casually poked the egg, sending it deeper into the mouth, down to the esophagus, before shutting the mouth entirely. The humans in attendance did not look at Yukito as she performed this gesture, but that did not stop her from counting to three on her fingers, waiting for the egg to do its thing.
As Yukito’s countdown ended, Haruya’s body sprang from the floor, sitting up, blood covering her face, but her body otherwise unscathed. She looked around, confused, grunting, coughing, before her eyes landed on Yukito. Half a second later, Haruya socked Yukito in the face, dealing approximately zero damage as a result.
Yukito: “Good afternoon to you too, Haruya.”
Haruya: “You just shot me, you asshole!”
Yukito: “You were the one who leapt out at them. I was going to myself, but—”
Haruya: “I didn’t think you were going to kill me though!”
Yukito: “Please, you’re all better now. In fact, soon enough, you’ll be better than ever.”
The fire in Haruya’s eyes faded when met with those words.
Haruya: “Verde promised you a new TransSex form, didn’t she? Well, just about everything she can do, I can do, and I felt that you deserved an early present for helping me stop the phantom like that. In fact, the transformation should begin… now.”
The next moment, Haruya looked like she was struck with a sudden heart attack. Her face froze, voice cut off in a gasp, and she clenched her chest vigorously. The snark and righteous indignation of her boyish mug were replaced with abject fear, and her body returned to the floor.
Tony: “Oh my god… Yukito, what did you do now?”
Yukito: “I fulfilled my own end of the bargain… in a manner Verde would approve.”
Gemma: “Oooh! Is this comparable to the transformation undergone by the phantom’s victims three days ago?”
Vidkun: “Looks like it…”
As the four bantered among themselves, Haruya convulsed and grunted, her body flailing about as sudden impulses wracked through her. To any casual observer, it almost looked like she was having a seizure, yet the Swap Posse, at this point, knew a transformation sequence when they saw one.
Once the blue egg sank into her stomach, Haruya felt her body grow hot. Even with her body naked beyond her two-tone swimming trunks, she felt as if she was wearing too many layers. Her body was begging for relief, for something cold, and as the thirst grew, her body broke out in a ravenous sweat. Perspiration broke out wherever it could, coating her body with a salty wetness that did little to quell the heat, persisting at a rate greater than anything she had ever experienced before. She wiped her hand around her form as she wiggled around on this carpeted floor, wiping away heavy liquid as it just kept on coming. The carpet beneath her became swampy with sweat, and as she flicked a palm over her face, she felt something was off with her proportions.
A week as Haruya had made her more familiar with her male form than she ever wanted to be, but she felt as if some of the fat coating her body was gone. Curious, she looked down, expecting to see her fat gut. She still saw it, yet it was notably lighter. It was as if her brown complexion was melting away with all of her body’s sweat. As if her Mexican side was shed away. A snicker escaped her lips as she realized this, blossoming into laughter that then exploded into a loud, vibrating belch so intense she was on the verge of vomiting. The four present members of Da Boyz looked on at this display with widened eyes, with Gemma giving Haruya a congratulatory thumbs up.
Haruya smiled with some facsimile of pride, smacking her gut to prove a point. The sound of meat on meat rang loudly from this gesture… only for her ass to ring louder as an enormous elongated fart burst through her trunks. The noise rippled into the wet carpet with the cadence of air slowly being let out of a balloon, persisting for ten seconds, then twenty, then a mind-bending thirty before Haruya’s anus silenced itself.
Vidkun sighed. Tony looked around awkwardly. Gemma clapped. While Yukito nodded her head in approval, pointing at Haruya’s stomach as she recovered, finding it to be… thinner. Way thinner. It was the kind of weight loss that either took starvation or a month of endless work to achieve. She was quick to enjoy it, taking her hands to her flatter belly and chest… only for the pain to strike her yet again.
It felt as if something had wedged itself into every facet of her spine and stretched it out ever so slightly, but in two dozen places at once. Her mouth hung agape while sound refused to escape and her body began to stretch outwards, growing longer, or rather taller, with each passing second, moving at nearly a millimeter a second before reaching four centimeters. Just enough height to be a perceptible boost, and just enough height to, seemingly, even out her fatty torso. She no longer looked down and saw a fat guy, not even an average guy, she looked down and saw a skinny guy. One with a stomach that was concave as she was lying down, with visible ribs, and no extra fat lingering around. …Except for her ‘abs.’
Haruya took a pair of hands to her chest, home of her former man boobs and former-er girl boobs. What was there both looked and felt ambiguous. Too large to be beyond notice yet too small to be imposing. Too firm to be man boobs, yet their shape, texture, and sensitivity made them feel too “female” enough to be seen as boy boobs. She began to play with them, practically feeling as if she was in a different body with such changed proportions and skin color, trying to assess where on the boob spectrum they landed.
She looked as if she had found the answer and began to speak, yet she could not get more than a syllable before she coughed up something red and wet. A wad about the size of a marble flew out of her mouth and splattered into the sweat-riddled carpet. Haruya still tried to speak, but a coughing fit consumed her as she fished for her words. Once she did, she found her voice to be… different. A bit hoarse, yet at least an octave higher, softer. Her vocal register ran between that of falsetto boy’s voice and a woman with a deep voice.
Haruya: “Guh. Yukito, was all of this n-necessary?”
Yukito: “No, but it is more amusing.”
Haruya: “Oh, so my p-pain is your enter… entertainment?”
Yukito: “Certain types, perhaps. But you are not done yet. Look at your hair.”
Having been too invested in what she could see, Haruya took her hands to her hair, which had gone from long-ish for a boy to something that brushed across her shoulders and shifted within her hands, lightly tugging against her scalp as hair squeezed out. It persisted until it reached her armpits, where it began to move through its own will, fashioning itself into a ponytail. It began at the middle of the back of her head, trailing slightly past her shoulders and only brushing against her skin when at the right angle. This was far from the giant ponytail of Haruki, but was a realm of style beyond anything Haruya could ever dream of. Though, the long hair did raise a certain question…
Haruya: “…Wait, are you turning me into a skinny Japanese girl? If so… like, sure, okay, but I was promised that you’d make me into a sexy man!”
Yukito: “Oh, I know. You’re a less ‘manly’ flavor of sexy, but you’ll have the goods where it counts. In fact, it’s time for the final phase to begin.”
As Yukito uttered those words, clear awareness dripping from her lips, Haruya felt something clench the core of her being. Her composure faded, her limbs became rigid through some unseen force, and the sensation of pins and needles prickled across her entire being, but mostly her arms and legs. She could not move beyond a mild wiggle, unable to control her body as it engaged in its final shift towards something different. Yet, even in this immobile state she could feel something growing within her, a strength that she lacked even beyond her bulkier male frame. She was excited to feel where this sensation would lead her… only for another, more painful, one to grasp her face, stealing away her vision.
A surprised grunt escaped her mouth as she was left in pain for reasons she couldn’t understand. Why the hell did her brown eyes need to change? Still, the lack of sight, as inconvenient as it was, led her to fixate on the rest of her form. The pins and needles had faded away, leaving behind a numb buzzing sensation, but she could move her arms and legs, bring her hands to them, and feel what they now were. They had some lean muscle behind them, but they were not what one would expect of a picturesque athlete, let alone male athlete. They were limber in a way that would be far more befitting of a dancer or gymnast, and even with an incomplete image of her current form, she thought of what it could be, getting excited, and getting… aroused?
Within her swimming trunks, she felt her dick desperately trying to unfurl itself, point itself skyward, and free itself of these clutches. She clenched her hands in anticipation, only now noticing how long and narrow they were, and blindly dragged her hands to her trunks, shoving them off and letting her dick fly free. A week of masturbation as Haruya had given her an intimate relationship with her five inches, and even without sight to guide her, she could tell this one was different. Bigger, girthier, and as she felt it, its skin taut against its flesh, she could not help but wrap a hand around it, feeling that it had grown to six inches, or, wait, is that seven? Counting the head, was it even longer?
The act of examining her penis in this state, able to feel yet unable to see, was enough to inspire her to abandon all shame— as if she had any. Haruki began jerking it before her friends, thrusting her new and improve dick with gusto, each thrust sending a sensory echo through her being. She felt her ponytail bob around, her head, its weight different, skull slightly reformed. She felt the small ambiguous breasts bobbing on her chest as she moved her arm up and down. It was clear, she was not Haruya anymore, and she certainly was not Haruki either. She was someone new, someone who felt great, and with the prospect of her first time in this body so tantalizingly close, she reached out for it.
The moment she reached her climax, her eyes shot open. A fragmentary second of intense light only heightened the visual reveal of her new cock. Tall, powerful, tender, and full of adelectable elation. She was floating, at the gates of heaven, and giddily pressed herself into the sweat-drenched floor. Semen spurted out of her dick as she relished in this moment of ecstasy… before looking up at her friends, all staring at her like she was a damn attraction.
Haruki(?): “S-Sorry about that guys. When the body gets erotic, you gotta get it while the getting’s good!”
Yukito: “If anything, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t immediately enjoy your new penis.”
Vidkun: “That is a nice cock you’ve got there. About halfway between mine and Tony’s…”
Tony: “Uh, I guess so… Can someone please tell me why ‘Haruya’ has boobs now?”
Gemma: “Oh, where are our manners? Allow me to procure a mirror!”
Shuffling his bikini-clad body to a wall-bound mirror, Gemma plucked it from its position and placed it before Haruki’s new form. She looked at the mirror with excitement, eager to see what she looked like now, and the first thing she saw was… her eyes. No longer were they same boring brown eyes that most humans had, and they were not something pseudo exotic like hazel. Instead, they were a bright blue that looked to be a cross between her father and sister’s eyes. It made sense, she and her father shared 50% of the same DNA, and her mother had to have a recessive gene too, so blue eyes were always a 50/50 chance.
The second thing Haruki noticed… was that she was hot. She was not a handsome man or a beautiful woman, but rather ran the line between the two. She was a new kind of sexy. Beautiful in the eyes of most, handsome in the eyes of others, and with features that planted her in the center of androgyny. The breasts on her chest could be amplified or stifled away with the right clothing. Her face could easily run the line between a pretty boy and just a regular girl if she saw fit. Her hips had a curvature that aired on the side of female, but there were men with curvy asses. While her dick… well, it was an 8 inch long dick. Some transgender women were packing things like that, but most men WISHED they had a dick that fine.
Haruki(?): “NICE! Not what I was expecting, but I did ask for sexy, and I certainly do meet most qualifiers to be seen as a man. And you even gave me my phenotypes a wild right! Weird that I lost my Mexican-ness in Mexico though.”
Gemma: “Is it? I would personally consider that most fitting! Where else would you lose it?”
Tony: “So, uh, what are we going to call you like this? Are you the new Haruya or—”
Yukito: “It’s his third and final form. Haruki, Haruya, and now Haruhiko.”
Vidkun: “Uh, why does the femboy form get a more masculine sounding name than the regular guy form?”
Haruhiko: “Because Yukito here is a man of culture, and understands the nuance of the language. You might understand the words, but I suppose some wordplay is a matter of taste.”
Oblivious as to what the hell the two half Japanese people in this hallway were going on about, the other half of Da Boyz just shrugged.
Vidkun: “So, are we sure that the phantom is really gone?”
Yukito: “As gone as a lingering spirit like that can be. At the very least they’re no longer in Haruhiko’s body anymore.”
Haruhiko: “Is it weird that I kind of wish that I had a ghost inside me? I think it could make for a hella fun week!”
Tony: “Fun? Sometimes… sometimes I question your judgement Haru… Haruhiko.”
Part 4: Haruhiko ‘n’ Da Boyz Get Sexy
Date: Sunday, July 12, 2015
Time: 12:40 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Resort de Fantasía Transformadora, Cancun, Mexico
Following an eventful trip to the fifth floor of the Cancun resort, Yukito, Vidkun, Tony, Gemma, and, of course, the newly minted Haruhiko walked down the stairs. They knew that nothing but chaos would await them on the ground floor. People just did not go back to normal after something as buck wild as a mass possession event. Yukito knew damn well what to expect, but he merely led the half of Da Boyz downstairs to witness things for themselves. What they saw was… something out of a college house party.
Shouting and music dominated the audio landscape, cluing them in before they even reached the bottom of the stairs. People were wandering around naked or lounging in their swimsuits. THey were making out throughout the lobby, with the sounds of sex percolating from the open doors of the restrooms. And there was so much alcohol being passed around that the entire place stunk of cheap booze. Nobody was trying to maintain order, with even the hotel staff reveling in the chaos with alcohol in hand, or throwing themselves into back rooms in order to have some fun in private. How and why this was happening were the most obvious questions one could ask, and as these four stood there, trying to piece together answers through observation, they were greeted by a familiar face.
Bern: “There you guys are! And… I see you ditched Haruya for someone else?”
From the inflection of her voice, they could tell that Bern was at least a little drunk, yet she still stood tall and smiled, a hand hoisting up a pair of swimming trunks. …Trunks that they had never seen her in before.
Haruhiko: “They would never ditch me! Yukito just kitted me out with my new Alter form, Haruhiko! Can’t you see the resemblance?”
Presented with this question, Bern peered at Haruhiko, comparing her face to Haruki and Haruya… only to come to another conclusion.
Bern: “Yeah, you sorta look like a femboy Daisuke, I guess.”
Haruhiko: “That’s an image I won’t ever be able to get out of my head… but not for the reasons you’d imagine.”
Yukito: “Bern, if you would, please enlighten the rest of us as to what happened in our absence.”
With a shrug and a dry laugh, Bern leaned against a wall as she told the rest of Da Boyz what they needed to know.
Bern: “Pfft. What’s there to say? You saw how everybody went crazy after they started possessing whoever for whatever reason. I’m sure there were a lot more fights, yelling, and all that crap, but soon enough everybody had broken out the booze and started partying it up with their bodies. They were chanting ‘it’s a dream, it’s a dream’ and tearing off their swimsuits. When I came to, my dick was inside someone else and someone had their dick in my ass. The guys next to me were pretty quick on the uptake and immediately bailed.”
Vidkun: “…I know we’re not the epitome of chastity, but I find it hard to believe that regular people would immediately jump to wild sex when possessing a different body.”
As Vidkun said this, he looked over to see a middle-aged White guy sticking his hands down the pants of a young Latina woman dressed in the resort’s uniform. Nobody was stopping them, and there were similar scenes playing out throughout the first floor. Hell, probably the entire hotel.
Yukito: “You’d be surprised. All it takes is a few horndogs and people think it’s okay to have sex in whatever closet or back room that’s unlocked. When in a panic, when robbed of even their bodies, people lose all sense and will do whatever they see others doing. It’s not something to be ashamed of. …It’s not anything to be proud of either, but the point still stands.”
Tony: “So, uh, what are we going to…”
Yukito: “Nothing. Our job is done, everybody is back to normal, and even in the event of a mass swap, or possession, scenario like this, it is hard for the general population to believe the collective stories of a few hundred people. There is no true evidence, and something like a ‘gas leak’ is seen as plausible. It’s nothing on the level of what happened in Tokyo earlier this month.”
While Vidkun wanted to press Yukito about her theories of humanity, he held his tongue, thinking that someone as old and powerful as her had to know something about humans that he, a teenager six weeks out of high school, did not.
Gemma: “Truly? And here I was anticipating the opportunity to strive through a complex scenario…”
Haruhiko: “I wasn’t. We’re on vacation, girl! And if there’s a party going on, we owe it to ourselves to enjoy it!”
Vidkun: “Eh, you do what you want. I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
Tony: “Y-Yeah, and a party’s not really fun for me unless I know the people there.”
Haruhiko: “Pfft! What a bunch of lame-o’s. C’mon, Gemma! Let’s get drunk and wet our dicks on some strange!”
Gemma: “I currently lack a penis, but I shan’t let an opportunity like this pass me by!”
With a sigh from Yukito and a chuckle from Bern, the newly crafted Haruhiko and adventurous Gemma ran into the chaotic lobby of alcohol and sex before them, hoping to make some saucy summer memories. While nothing about this road trip went as planned, that was somewhat of the majesty of a loosely defined vacation like this. Where you started is different from where one ended up, and if the journey pivots in an unusual direction, that just makes it all the more memorable. All the more remarkable. They wanted to see new places, experience a new country, and not only did they get to do that, they stopped a body stealing ghost too. It sounded crazy, if not a little stupid, but six weeks into this adventure, sane had left the Swap Posse’s vernacular.
Gaiden July 12th: The Swap Posse Hits Da Club
Date: Sunday, July 12, 2015
Time: 00:22 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: C.L.U.B. Eternity, Chicago
As Saturday bled into Sunday, the nightlife of Chicago showed no signs of slowing down. Bars were buzzing, clubs were chaotic, dudes were drinking, and everyone was dancing. This was true far and wide across the city, but of interest to this story was the happenings of a north-side club by the name of Club Eternity, or to use its full name: Coven of Lovers Unity Bar Eternity. It was a happening spot, freshly built to usher in a new decade and adorned with the stylings of contemporary club culture. Bright lights, bumping music, wide dance floors, a sizable stage for a live band, and vices at the ready for all who wished to indulge. Booze, weed, or something a little spicier, all could be found within these walls.
The headline attraction was of course the live music, still going strong at the cusp of midnight as a full band jammed out and jammed on. From a banner along the stage, they were called the Daughters of Discord and performed a set consisting of mostly surreal electronica, but with deviations into breakcore and dubstep, performed live with real instruments and vocals of course. The guitarist, drummer, and keyboard player all had a presence, if only for the fact they were wearing a mantis, rhino, and horse masks respectively. No costumes beyond that, just masks. However, the singer was maskless, and not wearing any particularly noteworthy costume either. She was just a blonde woman in a bright red dress, her hair long and her bangs… looking strangely like a bushel of bananas.
It was an odd arrangement, but few were actively paying attention to the music at this point in the night. Booze was flowing like it was half off. The viscous aroma of weed was wafting through the air. People were letting all the stress from the prior week out as they got goofy on the dance floor. Everybody was letting loose in their own way, and the lingering members of the Swap Posse had an obligation to fulfill.
Paz(Nazz) was making the most of her youth, energy, and hotness by blazing a trail through the dance floor, unmissable through her stature, and garnering a gander through her good looks. Sweat glistened across her body, her hair was slicked back, and from the red on her face, you did not even need to ask if she had a few. Despite this, by virtue of how overwhelmingly handsome she was, she still attracted all manner of women, who pawed for her attention. She knew, in the back of her brain, that she should stay faithful, but hormones and booze can get the better of anyone, and after a week as Nazz, her resolve was wavering.
She leered at one of the women interested in her, grabbing her by the waist, and smacking her lips against hers. The crowd laughed, and the woman… went along with it, joining Paz(Nazz) on the dance floor, rejoicing in the added attention, the proximity to such a catch of a man. It was a behavior that she never thought she would enjoy seeing, let alone enjoy embodying. Yet, with so many women before her, with every part of her body telling her to keep going, she did just that, bouncing between girls and getting so close they were practically grinding on her.
Nazz(Paz) conversely was well off the dance floor, sitting on a couch, a half-empty bottle of vodka in her hand, sat next to a gaggle of women Paz’s age. They were of the particular genre of women who ever let the party girl lifestyle die within them, who were still rocking 4 inch heels and animal print. They were dressed to the nines, some physically faring better than others, and all of them gossiping and bitching as they enjoyed their fruity drinks.
Being around them, hearing them complain about men, about their careers, and making comments that implied they might be sex workers, Nazz(Paz) felt himself drifting away. He never had the confidence to go to a place like this, always viewing himself as too plain, but there was something nostalgic about this. Being around women past their “physical prime,” drinking away his troubles, not caring if he gets a hangover. It made him feel like he was Natasha again.
He knew it did not have to be this way, drunkenly looking at his body with hazy eyes, yet with his plain Jane— or perhaps plain Maria— figure, he would just look like some out of place mom among these young people. It would be challenging, require him to embrace the body he had been forced into. Vodka however? That was easy. He shook the bottle, confirming there was still some in there, and took another swig, almost hoping that he would knock himself out.
Cast off to the side, but still on the dance floor, were Liang(Shiaka) and Daisuke(Zoey), looking like an unlikely friends duo with their near 40 centimeter height difference. Both were decked out in party dresses, trying to enjoy the music and trying to move their bodies the right way. They simultaneously embodied the awkwardness of a stuffy dad trying to dance for the first time in his life and the unease that a young woman feels when she is dancing in public for the first time.
Liang(Shiaka): “Come on, Zoey. You’ve got a tall pretty body, just use it…”
Daisuke(Zoey): “Easy for you to say. I feel like everybody’s looking at me.”
Liang(Shiaka): “Better than worrying that people are just going to dance all over you… We know what we’re supposed to do, just look at Nazz.”
Daisuke(Zoey): “Uh… is it too late to grab a drink?”
Liang(Shiaka): “What, you need booze to dance? I don’t know much, but I do know that all you really need is to ‘let the music take control!'”
Daisuke(Zoey): “Are you hearing the music? It sounds like a speaker’s malfunctioning…”
Liang(Shiaka): “Then let’s malfunction too, together!”
With little Liang(Shiaka) dragging along the tall Daisuke(Zoey), the two engrained themselves into the swath of dancers on the floor. It was a where the lights were blaring, bodies were gyrating, and the scent of drugs mixed with sweat became palpable. Daisuke(Zoey) was still awkwardly shuffling, too sheepish to fit in, while Liang(Shiaka) was trying to be more of a free spirit, mirroring the women around him, performing moves with neither grace nor comfort, but with a smile on his face.
Daisuke(Zoey) looked at this and sighed, muttering to himself as he tried to loosen up in this body, too strong to be lanky and too tall to realistically blend in. Eyes were on him, he could feel them, and with peer pressure in full effect, he tried to dance along with everyone else. He shuttered his eyes as he moved about, focusing on the music first, his movements second, and his body third.
He had to remind himself he was freed from the expectations of being an old man, of being Dia, let alone Paz, and could make a fool of himself with no repercussions. With no fear holding him back, he steadily joined Liang(Shiaka) in becoming one of the crowd, smiling and laughing as he realized he could do this if he put his mind to it… before finding his hand grabbed and body pulled into the arms of Paz(Nazz), who planted a firm kiss on his face.
As the older crew rejoiced in the bodies of the young and the old-turned-young-turned-old resorted to liquor, Shiaka(Liang) and Zoe(Dia) were functioning as wallflowers. The pair were busy monitoring the dance floor, feeling out of place among people older than their minds yet half as old as their bodies. They dressed up as appropriately as they could, with Liang’s most casual business fit and Dia’s LBD. Still, this was not enough for them to fit in on the dance floor, and they did not feel like drinking their troubles away like Nazz(Paz) and his gaggle of girlfriends.
Zoe(Dia): “This is not your first time in a nightclub, is it, ‘Liang?'”
Shiaka(Liang): “N-No. I went there ‘with’ Shinji, and… I hated it.”
Zoe(Dia): “I can see why. Places like this are so busy and there is little to do other than dance and inhibit your senses.”
Shiaka(Liang): “Yeah. It’s… not as bad knowing that I’m so much older, feeling stronger, but…”
Zoe(Dia): “Lets just head to the bar. It’s quieter there and not everything they serve has alcohol.”
Shiaka(Liang): “R-Right.”
It was odd to see someone as tall and imposing as Shiaka(Liang) defer to someone as small and soft as Zoe(Dia), but few were present to acknowledge it. The two as they slithered past some dark wall to the main bar, where the wine was flowing like… wine on account of the two bartenders. They were pouring drinks, passing out bottles, and handing cans with glasses to anybody who fronted a couple bucks.
The bartenders were immediately recognizable as Gregg and Juniper, dressed plainly yet professionally as they took to the crowd, working their way through a busy part of the night as people grabbed drinks and ran off. But if the sheer amount of cash they were shoving into the register was any indication, it was the good kind of busy. With the seats mostly empty, the two plopped themselves off to the side, looking over the extensive menu on the screen overhead as Zoe(Dia) directed his girlfriend to the non-alcoholic section. It wasn’t much, mostly sodas, juices, and mocktails, but it was something. They perused the signage, selecting their orders, and waited for one of the bartenders to approach them.
Gregg: “Hey guys, what can I get yooouuu…”
Immediately, Gregg recognized the short black-haired and blue-eyed woman before him and scampered off before he could finish his greeting, grabbing Juniper’s sleeve as she finished handing off a cocktail.
Gregg: “Juniper, it’s her!”
Juniper: “Her?”
Gregg: “The crazy bitch who switched our bodies!”
If Juniper were holding something, she would have dropped it.
Juniper: “What? Here? Now? Is she tracking us or something?”
Gregg: “I don’t know!”
Zoe(Dia): “Excuse me! Could you please take our order?”
Juniper and Gregg simultaneously turned as they saw Zoe in Dia’s body. They had no idea that Verde was in Dia’s body when they ran into her at Burger Queen a week ago, but that did not matter to them. What mattered is that, 12 hours after swapping back, they saw the face of the woman who switched their bodies once, and feared she might do it again. Juniper looked at Gregg and pushed him aside, trusting herself more than him.
Juniper: “My apologies miss, it’s been a busy night. What can I get you?”
Zoe(Dia): “Let’s try a virgin mojito for my friend here and a non-alcoholic ‘cranberry spritzer’ for myself.”
Juniper: “You’ve got it, just a minute!”
With the proficiency of a woman with her life on the line, Juniper made the two requested drinks like an old pro, plucking bottles from behind her and measuring by eye. Not because she was just that good, but because she was afraid she would take too long otherwise. With her hands shaking in fear, she plopped the two drinks before her patrons, careful not to spill. Shiaka(Liang) looked at Juniper, concerned, but Zoe(Dia) was more interested in the drink before him than a bartender acting strange. With a nudge, Shiaka(Liang) drank her virgin mojito, finding the mix of sour lime and mint to be an odd yet palatable flavor with her older taste buds. While Zoe(Dia) found the spritzer… to taste like fruit juice mixed with club soda. Sweet, benefitting from the pep of carbonation, and a kick of something harder to place— the lime.
Zoe(Dia): “Hmm… this is quite nice. How much?”
Juniper: “It’s on the house, miss! I’m… I’m just grateful to be myself again, so if you need anything from us, just ask.”
The gears in Zoe(Dia)’s head did not need to turn for long before he realized who this woman was, letting out a laugh as he realized he almost forgot her face.
Zoe(Dia): “You’re that woman we met at Burger Queen last week, aren’t you?”
Juniper: “Y-Yes, and that’s why neither Gregg nor I want to mess with you.”
Shiaka(Liang): “Wait, so, uh, do you know about…”
Zoe(Dia): “Of course she knows about body swapping. Then it should not be a surprise for her—”
Pausing mid-sentence, Zoe(Dia) looked at her name tag.
Zoe(Dia): “For Juniper to hear that I am not the person who swapped you with your bearded friend there.”
Juniper froze upon hearing that. She consciously knew that, of course, the woman who swapped her and Gregg could have herself been in another body, but she was on high alert just seeing Dia’s face. Recognizing that this was important, she grabbed a sign saying the bar was closed for five minutes, grabbed Gregg, and dragged him over to hear this explanation.
Gregg: “H-Hey, don’t drag me around like that!”
Juniper: “Shut up! So, you’re not the woman who swapped us? Are you one of her victims too or—”
???: “Oh, I can answer that, darling.”
Gregg and Juniper looked over to see a tall musclebound Brazilian woman, wearing a green dress that leaved little to the imagination. Her skin was dark, hair was big, and from her immaculate purple eyes, her true identity should have been clear, but not to these two.
???: “Sorry about swapping you. I can be a jerk when I’m high. But I hope it was an insightful experience. …Oh, where did I put my manners? You can call me Verde.”
Verde then held out her hand to greet both Gregg and Juniper with a handshake. Both were dazed at this woman’s presence, yet neither had the resolve needed to defy her wishes. If she wanted a handshake, they were damn well going to give her one.
Verde: “So, Gregg, Juniper, how was it?”
Gregg: “O-Oh! It was—”
Juniper: “A-As you said, it was very insightful. F-For both of us. Uh, i-if I m-may be so bold, c-could we please talk after our shift? Tonight’s pretty busy for us?”
Verde: “Sure, sure, hand be a sparkling water, and I’ll be good.”
Five seconds later, Juniper slid forward a can of sparkling water and a glass with ice.
Verde: “Thanks!”
Gregg and Juniper skedaddled a moment later, addressing the influx of thirsty people with cash to burn. With her toys gone, Verde looked at Zoe(Dia) and Shiaka(Liang), nursing their drinks, clearly enjoying them.
Verde: “Not much for dancing or booze, eh?”
Zoe(Dia): “I would rather my first time drinking be in my own body.”
Shiaka(Liang): “I’m, uh, not really fond of drinking as a concept. And even with someone else’s ears, the music is a bit—”
Verde: “Then lemme get you two outta here. C’mon!”
With her exceptionally strong arms, Verde nudged both of her little friends off of their chairs, grabbing her sparkling water as she guided them up a set of stairs into the VIP area of the nightclub. With just a flash of her face, the bouncer let the three in, and the music suddenly went down 30 decibels. It was far brighter and calmer than whatever was happening downstairs, but aside from a handful of people chilling around, it was largely empty. Relishing in the privacy, the three slid into a seating area with a view of the dance floor below. The thick sound dampening glass shielding them from those below may seem excessive, but legally speaking, it was just smart.
Verde, Zoe(Dia), and Shiaka(Liang) all sat down, looking down at Paz(Nazz) as she tore up the dance floor with Daisuke(Zoey). Zoe(Dia) and Shiaka(Liang) each felt strange looking at this sight, but for different reasons, and by the time they had gotten their fill, Verde had already poured her drink and begun talking.
Verde: “Yeah, this sort of place is not exactly my thing. I figured it wasn’t exactly your thing either.”
Zoe(Dia): “It certainly is not. Perhaps you should have sent us to that jazz restaurant Dia and Pascal went to a few weeks ago…”
Verde: “Yeah, probably, but I like to keep things unexpected for y’all.”
Shiaka(Liang): “Hmm… Is that why you look like that?”
Verde took a long sip before she answered, and the other two did the same, not wanting these custom-made beverages to go to waste.
Verde: “What, this old skin of mine? I was going through things now that I’m home alone and decided that I would throw on one of my old forms, back when I was being experimental. Not like I can swap with anyone else but, like, Reyn. I guess you could say that… something has me feeling nostalgic, even though I’m not sure what, so I decided to fudge the rules and change how I looked, just for a few hours.”
As Verde said that, she was looking directly at the stage below.
Verde: “Heh. It’s only been a decade, but I feel like I’m barely even the same person from back then. I was so scared, so timid, and so paranoid about my own purpose. I even let Jade bully me around. It really feels like something of a past life looking back on it. For you all, it was only about 9 months.”
Shiaka(Liang): “Uh, I would not go so far as to say it feels like we’ve gone through a decade, let alone a lifetime. But the past six weeks— or even three months— have definitely felt longer than that.”
Verde: “Heh. I guess that’s to be expected. And with these little toys of yours, you’ll be able to fit a couple dozen decades in your short sweet lives. That’s what I’m really trying to do to all of you. Give you interesting lives, have you see the world, see what it is like being someone else. And… do things I never thought I would be able to. You know why I did this to you, right? Why I threw you into this awkward, icky, uncomfortable yet euphoric adventure of body swapping? Because I truly believe it as a good, as an enriching experience.”
To punctuate the experience, to rile herself up just a hair, Verde chugged the remainder of her sparkling water, letting out a satisfied “ah.”
Verde: “Because experiences like this, even if they are aimless, even if you don’t like them, SHOULD be felt! Body swapping, transformation, whatever the form, the effect is the same. They make people fuller, make them more aware of the vast range of human experiences. You know what the primary evil in this world is born from? Ignorance. Isolation. Disdain for the other. Those who are exposed to a wide variety of colors have the tools and minds needed to fight against those who wish to cast the world in blacks and whites. These mean, small, captious, and niggling creatures persist on division and hatred while wanting the world to mirror their disgusting hearts. I don’t want to erase who you are, to mold you into my image, I just want you to be the best damn Zoe, the best damn Shiaka, you two can be. And if you decide to change who is Zoe and who is Shiaka, that’s damn cool too!”
Something about the way Verde said that implied that she had seen the two exchange lives before. …But, as if to distract them, Verde then grabbed the can from her sparkling water, crushing it in her big beefy mitts until it resembled an oversized novelty aluminum coin.
Verde: “I want that for all of you and, going forward, that’s what I want for everyone. Even myself! An open mind, a wide heart, and a love for the unknown is what makes life worth living and… I hope I’m making sense to you.”
At this point, both Zoe(Dia) and Shiaka(Liang) had finished their drinks and were merely listening to Verde’s latest rant, but they nodded in affirmation.
Zoe(Dia): “I believe I am following the sentiment, Verde.”
Shiaka(Liang): “Y-Yes, and do believe that we all appreciate what you’ve done for us…”
Verde: “Well good! I’ve traveled to too many worlds, became too many things, to not get SOMETHING out of it! …And I think y’all have seen enough for now. I’ve… I’ve got something BIG planned for you in three days, and it’s gonna fuck! But for now, I guess you can be yourselves. Or not. I dunno! You took care of the damn server shit, and it’s been six days depending on how you round, so… let’s get you crazy kids back to normal.”
With a single motion, Verde plucked a VD 2.0 from her ample chest and, with a couple of button presses, undid the six person swap. Zoe, Shiaka, Nazz, Paz, Daisuke, and Liang all found themselves stripped of their current forms and returned to their original bodies. Well, their sex notwithstanding.
Gaiden July 12th: The Swap Posse Leaves Da Club
Date: Sunday, July 12, 2015
Time: 00:55 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: C.L.U.B. Eternity, Chicago
As Nazz returned to his body, he found himself locking lips with a woman in one of the club’s many booths, and while he could not remember what he was doing in Paz’s body, he did not feel like stopping and kept making out with this mystery woman. Seconds compounded as he shut his eyes to get his fill, before pulling away to see… Paz’s face looking back at him, eyes narrowed in disapproval and the color of drunkenness painted across her face.
Nazz: “Heh. Looks like you couldn’t get enough of yourself.”
Paz: “F-Screw you, Nazz. You’re the o-one who got my body d-drunk like this and c-came onto m-me!”
The gears in Nazz’s brain took a moment to wind up— a side effect of swapping when you’re drunk— and he suddenly remembered that… he did.
Nazz: “Oh… It’s your problem now! I’m just glad to be me again, so you should feel the sa—”
As Nazz began to step away and depart, Paz reached out and grabbed him by his flat man-ass. He paused and she yoinked him by his pants’ waistband, back into the booth.
Paz: “S-Shut up! You… you went and got me all riled up, didn’t you? M-Maybe it’s time you take some resp-resp-responsibility.”
Still high off of her time in Nazz’s body and with the power of liquor coursing through her mind, Paz was none too shy about her current desires, placing herself above Nazz and rubbing her body against him. Her thigh skimmed across his crotch, her boobs pressed against his chest, and she attempted to bring her lips to his to mixed success. What she wanted was clear to anyone with a cursory understanding of body language, and Nazz was feeling the residual effects of dancing for 40 minutes with an erection.
Paz: “S-So, what do you say w-we just get it over with?”
While Paz was trying to speak with some level of dominance, she looked more desperate than anything.
Nazz: “I didn’t take you for that kind of woman. Fucking a man half your age in a bar?”
Paz: “Oh, don’t give me that crap!”
Nazz: “I’m just teasing. I’ve been dying to do it in my body anyway, so let me take us somewhere private.”
Cocksure, Nazz the horndog lifted Paz from the booth and began carrying her to one of the bar’s many fire exits, off into a dark alley for them to have sex away from prying eyes. It was not the most enviable of settings to have sexual relations, but when you’re drunk and horny, even a boxfort will do.
While Nazz and Paz were having their drunken dispute, Shiaka and Zoey found themselves suddenly appear on the dance floor, their bodies gyrating to a beat that was far louder than it was a second ago. People were surrounding them on all sides— they had become one with the crowd. The pair went with the flow, trying to tread water as the blonde singer kept on leading the crowd, still going strong despite hitting the two hour mark.
The electronic thumping and eccentric beat made it hard for either Shiaka or Zoey to follow, but knowing that even their dads were able to find comfort in this music and dance to it, they felt obligated to do the same. Zoey was the first to try adapting, relaxing his body, curbing his established uptight nature, and allowing himself to maintain a calm, moving without thinking, and mirroring those around him when nothing came to mind.
Soon enough Zoey had found her groove, and Shiaka, despite feeling like a bush in a forest among all the tall people surrounding her , was tasked with following up. She could have left, could have pushed herself out of the crowd, but with her feet planted deep into the group, it… might be easier to just go with the flow.
She was scared, having all these people around her, hearing all of this noise, yet… she saw what Liang was like in her body, how he took in the same senses, exactly, and found a way to remain calm. A way to prosper in the chaos of her surroundings. Of course, she was not Liang. But she also had Zoey just a short while next to her and, looking above at the VIP mezzanine overhead, she had a friend in a high place.
Shiaka: “I’m okay. This is a safe place. I can embrace all colors. Even the ones that… scare me.”
There were no true rules, no true limits, just impressions and vibes. If Shiaka wanted to feel this new experience, feel more of the human experience, she just had to try. So, she did, shutting her eyes, focusing on herself, and moving her body to the music playing around her. Shiaka let the music it take her to another place as she felt her body grow hot, taking in deep breaths whenever fear gripped her. She shook her hair, feeling it smack across her face, her little butt as the short skirt covering it flapped, her arms as she felt comfort in how noodly they were, even her occasionally bothersome chest. This was… her. This is who she was at the end of the day, by default. While this would be easier if she were someone else— if she were Zoey— the fact that she was doing this, no swapping needed, it was enough for her to open up her eyes. She invited the bright lights overhead, and danced with the crowd.
As Shiaka finally found her groove, she looked on at Zoey, who looked on at her, shooting Shiaka a smile and wink of approval. She beamed in response and, with a tempo established, kept on dancing.
Another day, another barrier broken.
Up in the VIP section, Verde was downing a sparkling water Dia and Liang looked on as she chugged a full can in one go.
Verde: “YA-TA! That’s some good shit! So, how’d you guys like being teenage girls?”
Dia: “Well, I’d say you took us out of it right as we were starting to enjoy ourselves.”
Liang: “Yeah! What happened to the swap lasting for six days?”
Verde: “It’s close enough! But answer the question! Gimme a score!”
Liang: “I’ve discovered I strangely like being in someone else’s house. It helps me feel more… immersed as them, and I’d gladly try again. Pretty sure I don’t have much of a say in the matter though!”
Verde: “And I could tell how much you enjoyed things, Dia.”
If he wasn’t right next to Liang, Dia would have fallen off the sofa in response to that comment.
Dia: “W-What are you—”
Verde: “Reyn figured it out and let it slip. Do you seriously think he can’t tell when someone is hiding something from him? He’s a damn high school teacher. And I wish that I could have given you a better partner, Liang, but I work with what I have.”
Liang: “Partner? Oh. Oh! Let’s just say that I discovered why girls like to play with their toys, if you catch what I’m saying!”
Verde: “Nice, nice, but anything you want to shake up next time? I’m always looking to keep things interesting in this little polycule. Emphasis on the sex.”
Liang: “Sex? I… It’s one thing to do it with Paz when she is in another body but to do it with someone else is…”
Verde: “Sounds like you and Liang need to hang out a little more. …Or you and whoever else— Just because you love someone does not mean you need to be theirs exclusively. Maybe you need to arrange a little play date once everyone’s back in town. …For both of you.”
Upon hearing this, all Dia could do is blankly stare at Verde, because who suggests that a married man have body swapped sex with someone other than his wife?
Dia: “…You are a strange woman.”
Liang: “Eh, we’re all pretty strange at this point. Not that it’s a bad thing.”
Verde: “If you want me to spruce up the offer, I can do so if you’re not happy with your current selves. Maybe you’d even like your own youthful Zoey-like form and—”
Dia: “I think it’s time for me to go. It’s already after one in the morning. In fact, all of us should get going.”
Clearly deflecting from making any commitment, Dia began walking out, urging Liang to follow along so they could gather everyone. Verde had the opportunity to say no, but with their club time nearing two hours, she just shrugged and accepted it, looking out at the dance floor as Dia and Liang attempted to call away their kids from the crowd. However, as she looked at the stage, Verde could not help but notice something off about the blonde singer in a red dress with odd bangs.
Verde: “That woman… I know her from somewhere… but where?”
Gregg: “Hey Juniper, you know that Verde woman—”
Juniper: “That has to be a codename or something, right? Who names themself after the color green?”
Gregg: “You ever think that we could, you know, ask her to swap bodies for anoth—”
Before Gregg could finish his sentence, Juniper slapped him so hard he nearly fell over.
Gregg: “OW! It was just a hypothetical…”
Juniper: “Gregg, I like you, but no. I want to stay myself, without any complications… for at least a month.”
Gregg: “…So, if I get her number, can I call her in September and—”
Juniper: “Sh-Shut up, you dumbass! Get back to serving drinks. We need this tip money…”
Gregg: “…’We,’ she says.”
For teasing, Juniper slapped Gregg once again, this time with half the strength.
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!