A low distant rumbling slowly rouses me from my sleep. I stir slightly, my whole body feeling numb and my mouth bone dry. I just want to sleep a little longer, or a lot longer, as I embrace the sweet darkness over the mounting sensation of being awake.
Suddenly a loud thunder crack sounds out, the surprise of it causing my heart to race and killing any chance I had to simply fall back into the sweet sleep I desired. Coughing heavily I try to clear my throat, a burning desire for water hitting me like in some of the worst hangovers I had experienced.
My eyes flutter open, a blurry haze meeting me as I weakly scan the dim dark room. Tilting my head to the side I stare with half-open eyes at the nearby wall, the light orange mass illuminated only by a small window somewhere else in the room, as some strands of glistening hair tumble in front of my eyes. I slowly begin to blink, trying to clear up my vision to no effect before the events of the Swap Clinic begin to creep back into my mind.
"Oh...fuck" I groan, the tone of my voice sounding more like a high-pitched croak than anything else.
As more and more of my faculties return to me I can't help but wince as I feel a pressure on my chest. I was laying on something soft, but at the same time how I was laying on it was putting an uncomfortable weight and squeezing sensation on my chest.
Slowly I shift my arms up, using them to lift me from where I lay. As my forearms and hands press into the surface it finally hits me, this was a mattress...a bare mattress without any sheets. My blood runs cold as I begin to push myself up, even as I inch more and more off of the mattress I still feel some part of my chest resting against it. I grit my teeth as I carefully begin to sit up, a hiss escaping my lips as I'm hit with a sudden unwelcome weight hanging from my chest as I feel myself finally come free from the bed.
As I sit up my head whips around the room, finding it far smaller than any bedroom I had slept in since college. Through the haze that was my vision, I see the bare mattress resting in the dead center of the room with a small window sitting just above the head of the makeshift bed. Dark storm cloud blot out the sun beyond the window, heavy rain pounding at the glass to create a wall of soothing white noise. To the right sits a cheap dresser, the small piece of furniture barely squeezing into the right of the bed and blocking any access from that side.
Sitting back onto the mattress my eyes go wide, the cushion that was my new large and wide behind causing all manner of confusing signals in my head. My legs stretch out in front of me, the slim calves covered in a light downy fuzz ending in a petite set of feet quickly entering my peripheral vision.
"This...this can't..." I squeak, trailing off as I hear my voice and my new accent. "Oh...hello...me" I croak, my head slowly tilting down to inspect my body.
My eyes drift up my legs first, following along from the thin calves that make way for soft plush thighs. I can't help but notice that my supple thighs would be rubbing together if not for how I was sitting with my legs spread apart. Eagerly, and somewhat fearfully my eyes carry up towards my groin. However, my view is filled with something else as my chest begins to enter my vision. I let out a gasp as I see them, two large, firm, and heavy mounds tenting out the blue flannel material covering my chest.
"My...this is my shirt" I mutter, recognizing the button-up top which now appeared more like a dress than anything else.
Reaching up to my chest tentatively I poke at the heaving flesh with one of my slender fingers, my lip quivering as I feel the fatty sack give way to my touch while responding with some resistance.
"These are...pretty heavy" I mutter to myself, unused to having any sort of weight on my chest.
Without thinking about it I stop poking at my new additions and instead begin to grab at my chest. As my fingers sinking into and manipulate the squishy flesh I feel a shiver run down my spine, a heat slowly beginning to form in my groin causing me to squeeze my thigh together.
"What...oh...right" I whisper to myself in shock, remembering that I had made them more sensitive.
I quickly move my hands away from my chest, placing them on the mattress to help support myself. I quickly look away from my chest as I begin to see my nipples begin to poke through the course material of my top, the perky little nubs displaying my arousal to the world.
To distract myself from my new body I continue to look around the room. Behind me, on the completely opposite side and corner of the room as the cheap dresser, sits a closed door. The door seems to be painted a stark white, in contrast to the light orange of the bedroom. Laying next to the door, pressing up against the wall by the foot of the bed, is a small duffel bag with an envelope and what looks like some other small object resting atop it.
I carefully slide myself towards the bag, hissing as I feel my new generous ass and chest wobble disconcertingly with each movement. Reaching the bag I squint my eyes and lean in towards the envelope, my breasts hanging heavily from my chest as I'm forced to support them with my arm. Slowly but surely the strange object comes into focus, a relieved smile spreading across my lips.
"Finally" I sigh, shivering a little in delight at the sound of my dulcet voice and charming accent.
Reaching out with my free hand I snatch up the object, a large set of thin-framed glasses, and quickly bring them to rest on my nose as the world snaps into focus. It was like night and day, making it rather obvious why someone was wanting to get rid of this sort of vision.
I quickly snatch up the envelope, leaning back so I no longer feel the need to support my chest. Tearing into the envelope I finally see my new petite and slender hands with all new clarity, my heart racing as the sight of my new body becomes all too clear. Swallowing hard I push the thought out of my mind, at least for the moment, instead deciding to focus on the letter I pull from the thin envelope.
Dear Ms. Mia Hughes,
We at the Swap Clinic would like to congratulate you on your recent swap/swaps.
Your chosen account has been charged/credited:
+/- $0
We hope you are happy with the new you, and are always happy to make any further
changes with you in the future.
If your swap includes 'Life Category' traits, your new documentation will have
been provided and should be accompanying this letter.
If you have any questions please don't hesitate to contact us.
Best Wishes,
The Swap Clinic
As I read the form letter I'm forced to constantly adjust my glasses. I had never worn any glasses in the past, and the constant shifting on my nose was more distracting than anything else.
Finishing the note I notice something on the back, a bit of red ink having leaked through from to the front. Spinning it around I'm met with a solid mix of floral cursive and rushed mess in terms of handwriting.
Hello Mia,
I hope you're not feeling too awful after the procedure. The amount of swaps
that took place can take their toll on you physically and mentally, so take it
slow for a while.
I made sure that all your new documentation was placed in the duffel bag. Your
old savings have been added to a bank account under your new name, and the
trust will pay into that account on the first of each month.
I also managed to rustle up some clothes that you might find to your liking. It
is only one set, and they don't really match, but hopefully they'll do until
you can go shopping.
Also, one of the 'partners' to a swap left a Nintendo behind because they
"Wouldn't need it" so I snuck it into your bag as well ;)
Have fun,
Dr. Helen Jones
As I read the note my lip begins to quiver, overcome by emotion at the thoughtfulness of Dr. Jones in going above and beyond. I find myself sniffling as I fight back tears, the sudden emotional display shocking me as I'm forced to fight to try and keep my emotions in check.
"Come...come on..." I mutter, tilting my head back as I feel tears well up. "What the hell Mia...I mean...Woah" I chide, snapping myself from crying as I fixate on my name.
I knew it wasn't right, or at least hadn't been before I woke up like this, it had just slipped up. I could remember my normal name, growing up with it and responding to it all my life, but now it felt...strange and distant. Mia on the other hand, even though I had only been called it three times so far, felt normal and natural.
Not wanting to dive too far down the mental rabbit hole I shuffle closer and closer to the edge of the mattress, falling off with a yelp as my plump ass presses into the light brown carpet. Reaching out I quickly unzip the bag, dragging it a little closer and into my lap so I can better see inside.
Inside I find a layer of manila folders, covering and hiding a pile of clothes and a small shock case. Opening the folders I'm met with a plethora of documents including a new Birth Certificate, Bank Details, Tax Forms, and even a new High School Transcript and Medical History.
My jaw drops as I see the files, all of them official and all of them apparently mine. My eyes dart over the Birth Certificate, finding a missing set of parents and my new birthday being 16/09/2002. I swallow hard at the sight of my new birth date, finding it hard to believe that I'd be turning nineteen again in a matter of months.
I go to continue reading, but my mounting desire for water pulls me away. Deciding to try to multitask I grab out a few of the new papers and stumble to my feet. As I stand up as I stagger, wobbling in place as I struggle with my new height and center of gravity. Thinking quickly I place my hand against the wall, leaning against it as I meekly take my first steps as Mia. With my first tentative footfall I freeze up, feeling my hips crackle as they pop in a feminine sway.
My hand snaps down to my hips, my breath catching in my throat as I feel just how wide they were. Dr. Jones had not been kidding about being pear-shaped, my hand easily gliding over my wide hips and confirming their potential as handholds. Reaching back behind me and under the loose hanging material of my flannel shirt I prod at my new ass, gasping in shock at how massive it feels in comparison to the rest of my body. Most likely due to keeping in proportion with my hips the large pert rear feels tight, yielding to the touch, and bigger than I had expected. As I continue to poke, prod, and squeeze the firm jiggly mass I feel myself growing warm, the heat from before quickly returning as my breath grows ragged.
"Fuck...no...Okay Mia...No...No touching" I whisper to myself, waddling towards the door as I try to push my arousal back down until I had a handle on where and who I was now.
Creaking open the door slowly I sheepishly begin to shuffle out of the bedroom, shivering as I feel my feet press against the frigid hardwood floor beyond the bedroom. The door opens up into a long but compact living space, a long room that packed both the living room and kitchen together into a single tight area. To the right is the kitchen, a single countertop featuring all the amenities one would expect from sink to stove and oven. The stove and oven appear dated, with small dents and signs of wear openly displaying their heavy use. At the far end of this small kitchen space a single-window illuminates the whole room, providing little light thanks to the ongoing storm outside. A small fridge stands at the end of the room, blocking the window partly as everything in this room appears to fight for space.
To the left is a living space that starts far narrower than the kitchen but grows slightly wider as it approaches what I can only assume is the front door. A cheap round dirty rug in desperate need of a vacuum sits underneath a small sofa and coffee table. The sofa, much like a lot of things in the apartment, appears to have suffered a lot of wear and tear as does the coffee table. As I shuffle further into the living room, feeling the firm weight on my chest and behind bounce softly with each step, I can't help but wonder if the furniture had been reclaimed from the curb.
Dropping the papers I had gathered from my bag on the coffee table I look around the living room, finding another door leading into the space the living area lost towards where it connects to the kitchen. Creeping closer I open the door, finding a positively tiny white tiled bathroom. A bath and shower combination sits at the back of the cramped room, the basin being so small that even my newly diminished body may struggle to relax in there. Immediately to the right sits a fairly simple toilet, the bowl needing a bit of a clean but otherwise nothing too serious.
As I turn to the left I lunge forwards, placing both my hands on either side of the eggshell white sink and hastily turning on the tap. I cram my head into the sink, lapping at the stream of cold water as I try to re-hydrate and soothe my croaking voice. In my eagerness I find myself coughing and spluttering as water goes down the wrong way, however that doesn't stop me from drinking until I'd had my fill.
With a deep breath I pull myself up, cold water dripping down my chin and running down my perky breasts as I stand up once more. I freeze as my gaze returns to eye level, my heart skipping a beat as I spy the short blonde girl staring back at me in the mirror. A messy feathered mop of butterscotch hair, growing darker as it approaches the roots, hangs about my head as the fringe hangs heavily over to the right side of my face thanks to my recent dive into the sink.
My gaze slowly drifts down, pausing again as I spy the freckles I had accepted. I had expected freckles like the receptionist, a light smattering dotting my nose and cheeks, however in reality I appeared to have far more than I had intended. The freckles spread across my face like an invasion force, clustering around my nose and cheeks but spreading to lightly cover my forehead as well.
With a light sigh I continue down, a grin growing on my soft pink lips as I see my new eyes. My left eye appears much like my old ones, a deep blue/gray, while the other contrasts the deep vivid color with pale green. Both appear larger than they truly are, magnified by the large lenses bound in thin wire frames resting atop my nose. I can't help but smile as I grow lost in my own eyes, how they turned out easily making up for the abundance of unwanted freckles.
My face appeared...eerie. It was almost as if some of my old features were still present like I was some younger sister I had never had. My ears were rather large, my nose small and ever so slightly upturned, a soft set of pink lips, a fair pale complexion, a thicker set of eyebrows than I had been expecting that looked far closer to my mothers, and my features having extremely softened creating a flawed but undeniably adorable appearance.
My heart hammers in my chest as I stumble back, casting my eyes up and down my shrunken form. In a frenzy I begin to tug at my shirt, partly unbuttoning it and partly wriggling free from the extremely large attire before throwing it into the bathtub.
"Cute..." I mutter absentmindedly, chewing at my bottom lip as I stare at my new body in the mirror. "I've never been...cute"
The freckles from my face continue their conquering march over my shoulder, giving more distinction and definition to my otherwise soft narrow shoulder. My pale arms appear somewhat plush along the upper arm, tapering out in the forearm to become fairly slender and thin. A fuzzy light downy coat of hairs having replaced the dark coarse hair I was used to.
Along with my shoulders, my freckles light dust down my collar bone and onto my chest acting as a guide for my eyes towards the large perky mounds which had finally be freed from the shirt. Dr. Jones had been right about the thrill of having breasts, my hands shaking inches from the heavy yet almost gravity-defying mass as I restrain myself from playing with them...yet. They were perfectly shaped, certainly more than a handful, milky white, with a few visible blue veins appearing through my pale skin, and ending in a set of small pink areolas and nipples. Even looking at them I can feel my heart race, my groin heating up and begging me to give in. However, I manage to shake it off as I continue to take in my new form.
My eyes move further down, reaching my stomach and tapered waist. My tummy was relatively flat, especially when compared against the flair of the hips beneath it and the heft of the chest above it. However, it did appear to have a bit of pudge to it and was not perfectly trim.
I gasp as I finally reach my hips, my vision locked on the heavily flared protruding bones.
"I have an hourglass...bloody hell" I mutter, turning a little to check myself out from the side as I take in my new curves.
These things were downright childbearing hips, large handholds for a partner to hold onto that I'd always found attractive in the past. Now though, they were disconcerting as I feel them force me to sway and shift my gait to accommodate the womanly shape my body had taken.
"I hope I don't regret this" I bemoan, my charming voice easing my own worry.
Turning my body to the side I smirk as I finally get a look at my cushiony read. It was perfectly tight and smooth, forming a perfect upside-down heart and holding that shape even as I wriggle about to get a better view. I had been right before, it was large than I had anticipated, the heavy cheeks having been made to be in proportion to my massive hips. Without much thought I give my backside a firm smack, a moan quickly escaping my lips as I'm wracked with a sudden pulse of pleasure along with the sight of my backside jiggling and shaking for a few lingering seconds.
"Idiot" I pant under my breath, realizing I was only riling myself up further as I explored and played with my newly sensitive parts.
Turning back I stand further back, trying to get a view of my new pussy. Above it rests a curly mass of coarse dark blonde hair, a similar dark tone as the butterscotch hair atop my head. The area was nestled safely between a pair of soft and slightly chubby thighs, the supple flesh pressing together as I stand in front of the mirror. While I didn't remember it being a part of the option the plump thighs seemed to tie my appearance together, providing a thick pillar of support for my wide hips and large firm ass. A few stretch marks appear on my thighs, another blemish that grounds this body in reality. I try to spread my legs to get a better view of my new pussy, but due to being unused to my new self I nearly fall flat on my ass and decide against any further exploring.
"Later...I can...later" I pant, catching my breath and leaning against the wall after the shock of nearly falling over in the hard tiled room. With a deep breath I take one last look at the adorable girl in the mirror, winking either of my eyes with a giggle as I enjoy staring into the different colors, before resolving to get back to exploring more than just this body.
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