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Sunday, 30 October 2022

Alternate Lives - Part Two

As I wait in the hallway of my apartment complex, listening as I hear the sound of steps and heavy thuds climbing the stairs in a careful rhythmic fashion, I pull up my invoice as I stare at my choice of Separate Identity.

If I was dropping so much money on a new alternate body for me to enjoy then I felt it was necessary to pay for the extra mile in terms of immersion into that new body. Besides, if I had simply kept the same identity between the two bodies, my 'original' and this new spare, there would have been a lot of explaining to do amongst my friends, family, and professional contacts.

With a sigh of relief I feel an anxious weight lift from my shoulders, knowing that for that little extra cost I would simply get to avoid any of that awkwardness.


I thankfully don't have to wait in the hallway long, the grunts the delivery people and the thuds of low wheels being maneuvered up the stairs growing louder by the second.

Soon I spy two people in black shirts and jeans, the clandestine attire hoping to not draw attention to what the recipient had ordered. A bald man in his late thirties and a rather well-built young woman in her mid-twenties grabbed with the top of a large wooden crate, holding the top steady as they both heave at hand trolley beneath.

As more of the box comes into view, each step causing it to stop and start with a worrying thud, I finally see the third man of their team. A man in his late twenties holds the box steady with a large set of arms, his heavy sleeve tattoos on full display thanks to the short-sleeved shirt.

As the trolley makes it to the landing they all seem to breathe a sigh of relief, no small amount of sweat forming on their brows as they take a second to catch their breath. Strangely enough, it is the older man that manages it first, the man with the glistening head quickly looking down the hallway and nodding to me.

"Come on" he chirps, the other two younger underlings quickly getting back to work despite being out of breath. Tilting the trolley the two younger delivery people begin to wheel the crate towards me, the bald man moving ahead to meet me before they arrive.

"Mr. Jordan Hughes?" he asks, the voice finally hitting me as the same from the phone.

"That's me, I mean I'm Jordan nice to..." I begin to respond, stumbling over my words a little thanks to a combination of excitement and the sheer about of coffee I had downed in the past ten minutes. Before I can finish the man cuts me off, looking in through the front door as he begins to plan the installation.

"Do you mind moving that rug?" he asks, my eyes quickly following his to the small brown rug resting where my coffee table had once stood. "Larger ones are fine, but those small things can be a trip..." he begins to explain, stopping as I race inside to grant the simple request.

"Sure, no problem" I shout back, cutting him off as I throw the rug into the small nook to the left of the kitchen and living room. "Is there anything else I can do? Coffee? Tea?"

"There's no need for..." the bald man begins to calmly explain, expecting to turn down the offer for his team.

"Hot and black" calls out the well-built young woman, huffing a little as she blows a strand of auburn hair from her eyes. I quickly follow her request, grabbing a mug as I begin to fill it with the piping hot brew.

"A bit of milk in mine please" pleads the ripped slightly-less-young man, pausing in the doorway as he wipes his face with his black shirt.

Sighing slightly the bald man, obviously being the one in charge yet seemingly with no power to control his subordinates, walks deeper into my living room as he looks around the place.

"So...where are we installing..." he begins to ask, gesturing for the other two to bring the crate in and close the door behind them. The two tired and sweaty young delivery persons quickly follow along, heaving the trolley through the threshold with one last thud before quietly closing the door.

"The bedroom...please" I respond, guessing the nature of the question. "I think my built-in wardrobe should have enough space" I explain, further clarifying where I intended for the set-up to live.

"Sneaky" mutters the young woman under her breath, a knowing smirk spreading across her face before she even notices.

The older man clears his throat, likely noticing the comment from his younger colleague. "Alright, just point us in the right direction" he says with a smile, leaning a little as he looks into the little nook and the small corridor off to the right.

"Oh, uh...first door on the left" I state, pointing awkwardly around to the hallway. "Do you want a hand with..."

"No, no help needed. We've done this before and... Well, it'd just slow us down" the older man explains, walking down towards the bedroom without another word.


I'm able to pass off the mugs of coffee to the younger two before they disappear with the crate and trolley into my bedroom as well. I, in turn, simply lounge in the living room awkwardly as I wait in that strange state of having others do work around my home while I did none.

The occasional loud thud comes from down the short hallway, the sound of feet and something far heavier shuffling against the wooden floor. The whir of power tools reaches me in the living room from time to time, a sharp hiss escaping my lips as I wonder how much they were altering in my rented apartment.

Finally, after around an hour I hear the wardrobe doors slide close as a series of footsteps rapidly begin to approach. The younger two enter the living room first, each carrying multiple portions of the wooden crate that my delivery had come in. Smiling down at me as I sit on the couch they each eagerly thank me for the coffee before racing out the door, eager to throw the refuse in the back of their truck before moving on to their next delivery.

The older man comes out shortly after, a small parcel resting in his calloused hands.

"All right, that's it for us" he says in a matter-of-fact fashion, passing me the parcel. "That should have everything you need to start" he explains, reaching into his back pocket for his phone as he begins to look up the address of his next delivery.

"Thank you but..." I mutter, looking between him and the parcel. "All I need to start?"

"Yeah, for your...you know" he explains, not wanting to say exactly what either out of concern for subtly or just nervously with the concept. "Quick-start guide, documents, bank cards, a change of clothes, and..." he rambles, making his little list as he rotates his hand.

"And?..." I ask, mildly concerned with the pregnant pause. The man seems to glow a little red at the question, though his tanned face had already been flushed from exertion.

"It's just a little...it's a stupid thing that the staff who pick..." he fumbles, stammering through the explanation as he rubs the back of his head. "Look, you'll see. It's just...embarrassing, for the company I mean" the rather professional man states awkwardly, looking towards the door.

"Oh...okay, so is there anything else that..." I begin to ask, wanting to move the conversation away from this sore spot of a point.

"No sir, that's it for us" he states, nodding down at me before walking towards the front door. "If you have any questions though please call the number in the quick-start guide, they can guide you from there."

I open my mouth to thank him and to say goodbye, but the bald older man quickly makes his exit without so much as another word. As I watch him hastily close the door behind him, the sound of his footfalls turning to a run as he races towards the stairs I realize just how much time must have been wasted hauling my delivery up the stairs.


I practically leap from my seat on the couch as I race towards my bedroom, sliding a little as I try to round the corner a little too tightly. Barreling into my room I'm met with simply the sight of a slightly scuffed floor, boots prints and the occasional metal scrap being the only sign something had changed in here.

Inching towards the doors with trepidation I ease the doors open, my view eyes going wide as I gawk at the large contraption neatly nestled in the back of my wardrobe. Thankfully my wardrobe took up the whole wall, the bar for hanging clothes and the shelves along the top being removable in segments.

Two large tanks sit nestled in the back corner, taking up as little space as they can despite their otherwise overwhelming size. One of the tanks sits empty, the glass resting with a layer of some sort of transparent plastic over it for protective purposes.

Bridging the two tubes is a large glossy white box, a soft refrigerator-like hum coming from it as it rests in standby mode. A bulging arch rests at the top, an empty tube for moving liquid and other things from one chamber to the next.

My eyes go wide as I focus in on the filled tank, the whole thing being filled with slightly bubbling green viscous liquid. Resting inside is a young woman, somewhere in her early twenties, her eyes and her long black hair spread around the tank as she simply bobs in place.

She is tiny, probably only around 5'1" or 5'2", with a relatively slender frame. Her long black hair looks off as it floats in the tanks, lacking any sort of glossy sheen as it stretches from her scalp up to the top of the tank and down to her waist. Her skin is pale and pasty, slightly dark bags resting under her eyes despite having rested her whole life. Her soft full pink lips, her jawline and chin forming a perfect heart, and her slightly upturned nose all cry sweet yet alluring.

Drifting down my eyes bulge at the sight of the young woman's chest, the sight of them causing my back to hurt in anticipation. A set of massive pale mounds rest bobbing along with her in the tank, blue veins being visible through your fairly pale skin. Large barely perceptible pale areolas rest house thick though seemingly rather flat, albeit slightly darker, nipples, though I can't help but wonder what would happen once they hit the open air. They were certainly more than a handful for the young woman in the tank, hell they may even be more than a handful for me.

Following her body down I begin to notice the thin black hairs on her arms and the thick bushes of hair poking out from her armpits. I can't help to wonder if they shaved any of the bodies they sold, the thought coming to a head as I reach her waist and hips.

Her waist tappers in a decent amount, though her already petite frame leaving it little room to do so. A slight amount of pudge rests around her belly, a pouch of soft and squishy flesh that leaves her looking downright cuddly. Her waist carries the same soft healthy plush, her arms too on second inspection. However, despite all this it looks far more dramatically small small her hips. The huge set of hips is almost beyond belief, the sheer size of it making her appear severely pear-shaped if not for the top-heavy shelf of flesh on her chest.

A thick bush of black hair rests nestled between a set of thick thighs, the doughy trunks pressing together as she floats in the tank. Despite not being able to see behind her I can only assume her behind is the same, the soft and pliant flab carrying between her legs and onto the massive amount of free real estate her hips provide.


Backing up slightly I try to work out what to do, the machine having no obvious buttons or touch-pads to start anything. Turning my attention to the parcel in my hands I shuffle over to the bed, dropping myself onto the end as I tear at the brown cardboard box.

Sliding everything out onto my duvet I try to take stock, separating things out as I mentally catalogue everything. A large manila envelope tumbles from the box, the sound of rustling papers and plastic colliding with plastic telling me just what lay within just as well as the sticker labeled

Imogen Hall: Essential Documents

The envelope is quickly followed by a large pamphlet, the firm paper unfolding slightly as it drops to the bed. The top reads 'Quick-Start Guide', with the revealed pages showing a numbered set of instructions along with pictures for further guidance.

With a bit of a thud a thick bundle falls onto the bed and bounces to the floor. While wrapped in light brown paper with string binding it together I make out some sort of ginger material within along with what looks like a portion of a pair of thick worn brown boots and a bit of tortoiseshell plastic sticking out in between.

Lastly, a single sealed white envelope shakes free of the box alongside a receipt for the services rendered. Reaching down I lift up the envelope, inspecting it closer as the only item that seemed personal. I cock my eyes brows as I read the front, seeing my name listed on the front flanked by cutesy hearts. Flipping to the back I quickly notice the sender, 'Imogen Hall', with the 'I' dotted with a heart as more flank the name itself.


Looking between all I had been provided and the body floating in the tank I try to take stock, the beginnings of a plan for the last of the morning and the beginning of the afternoon forming in my head.

With a deep breath I pull myself to my feet, reaching down for the clothing and placing it on my bed. Rolling my neck, longing for maybe one last coffee or maybe so lunch, I decide to...

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