Jay raises an eyebrow in confusion, looking between me and the screen. "Ma'am...you didn't need this payment. No debts, no medical conditions, no immediate..." Jay explains, pausing as he thinks for a moment. "Maybe your low marks for your final year would count...I mean with money you could do well without needing a strong academic..." he continues before I cut him off.
"Wait...WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK!" I howl, running my hands through my hair out of nervous habit. "Why the fuck...How much do I..." I stammer, struggling to keep a cohesive train of thought.
"Well Ma'am" Jay hums, looking over at his screen. "After your non-existent expenses, and our substantial cut of course, you've been left with...around five hundred thousand dollars" Jay explains, shifting his head from side to side.
My eyes go wide, my slender jaw dropping as the figure. That was practically everything I had paid for the body, emptying my saving, inheritance, and even selling my apartment to gather up that large but hopefully worth it sum.
"Half a Million!?" I squeal, my voice going higher than I had ever imagined it could.
"Give or take" Jay states nonchalantly, raising his eyebrows for a moment. "That's just a round number, our fee of course will leave it...inexact" he explains, turning to face me with a warm smile. My eyes lock onto his once again, the familiar heat building inside of me as I feel the deep sense of attraction to this older and athletic man.
I begin to absentmindedly shimmy my hips from side to side, my short plaid skirt swishing from side to side enticingly. I playfully bite my plump bottom lip, holding my arms behind my back as I accentuate my chest for the man behind the desk.
"Like, this is a-maze-ing" I coo, giggling at the ditzy new vocabulary slipping out as I speak. "Is there any way I can...thank you" I muse suggestively, the mixture of libidos I had taken as I built my new mind driving me mad as my gaze and attention lingers on the man.
"No thanks necessary" Jay responds as he returns to the computer, my advances either going over his head or simply being eager to complete our business in a prompt manner. I let out a small disappointed sigh, a troubling thought passing through my mind about whether doubling up on my sexual traits was going to be a problem.
"Then...like what's gonna..." I chirp, my words being cut off as Jay holds up a finder to silence me. He types away at the computer, pursing and fiddling with his own lips as he concentrates on something on the screen.
"There..." he finally states, a grin forming on his lips. "You, Ms. Mayfair, just entered into a rather large sweepstakes. You'll get notified of your win by email in a few days and the money will come soon after" he explains before his eyes dart to the doorway he had ejected the original Tiffany through mere moments ago.
"I...wait, what the fuck?" I mutter, the bitchy anger slipping back into my voice. "I thought I'd get that..." I begin to blurt out only to have Jay raise his hand once more.
"You, are an eighteen-year-old with no source of income. You need a reason to have this sort of money" he explains slowly, talking down to the bitchy blonde I had found myself becoming.
I can feel a fire building in my chest, a sort of impotent whiny anger I hadn't felt since I was a teenager around a decade ago. Eventually, I let out a slight huff of displeasure, whipping my blonde hair to the side as I look away from the annoying albeit dreamy Asian man.
"Are we done then?" I groan, my voice coming out in an annoying high-pitched whine as I fold my arms over my perky bountiful chest.
"Of course" chirps Jay, nodding towards the doorway leading to the empty void. "Just head out that way and we'll begin the upload to your new home."
Without another word, still acting like a spoiled petulant teenage girl, I march my way over towards the door. My pout can only last so long however, the swaying of my generous hips and the jiggling of my tight yet plumped behind bring my good mood back in spades. As I reach the doorway I slowly reach up, giving my large perky breasts a squeeze as my lecherous grin returns before stepping out into the darkness.
The office rapidly disappears behind me, the wind around me causing my hair to whip around wildly and my already tight clothes to conform to my slender yet curvaceous form. The light from the office begins to quickly dim, leaving me floating in an inky blackness with only the sound of the air rushing past me and the feeling of my clingy clothing.
Suddenly, a robotic voice fills my ear and ringing out inside my skull. I grit my teeth as it blares at me in a painful screeching tone. "Exiting Virtual Terrain Bounds. Shutting Down" it cries, an accompanying message quickly flashing up before my eyes.
The headset rapidly begins to disengage from my hijacked brain, sharp pained shocks wracking me from inside my skull begin to build as my foreign data are downloaded into Tiffany's now vacant gray matter. It feels like the worst hangover ever, my head rapidly beginning to pound and ache as her 'under-utilized' brain is quickly brought up to snuff for my mind.
The smell of melting plastic, burnt hair, and artificial strawberries begins to assault my senses as I'm pulled downwards towards some yet unseen destination. It's almost akin to the falling sensation as you fall asleep, the usually sharp and short sensation being drawn out for an eternity as the pressure in my head grows and grows.
Suddenly and without any warning, the falling stops. My vision is still darkened, though a faint sliver of light creeps in from a gap between the headset over my eyes and my cute upturned button nose. Everything about me feels sluggish, my arms flopping to my side and straining to move even an inch as my mind feels dragged down my new mental hardware I had purchased for myself.
A light and soft moan escapes my lips, my resting heartbeat shooting up as I hear my voice.
"Whaaaa..." I groan lazily, the gummed-up cogs slowly beginning to get moving in my still rather drowsy head. Suddenly it hits me, the burning smell causing me to jump into action. In a wild and flailing mess I reach up, wrenching the VR headset from my head before tossing it away from me.
I'm forced to squint a little as the room comes into view, the heavy curtains at the far side of the baby blue bedroom keeping much of the light out. My head spins as I slowly begin to sit up, my mind reeling as I feel a soft bouncing and shaking on my chest. Glancing down I let out a little yelp, my hands flying up to cup my new ample chest beneath the light and flimsy white tank top I had found myself in.
"It worked..." I squeak, shuddering as I hear my voice come out a little too loudly for my liking. I had no clue who else could be here, whether anyone even knew about Tiffany's stupid little mistake in signing up for this swap.
Still pawing at my chest, reveling in the sensation of the fatty mounds yielding to my touch and overflowing my new slender hands, I begin to shake the flowery blankets off of me. My grin only grows wider as I see my toned legs laid bare, the subtle tan coating them running well up to the mid-thigh. A tight pair of bright pink panties rest tightly against my new pussy, a faint wet spot growing on the fabric as my arousal from the virtual world continues well into the real one.
"It totally fuckin'..." I begin to whisper excitedly, my mouth falling agape as a low moan slips past my lips.
Before I can explore my body, or check out my room, much more I hear a small buzzing to my left. Whipping my head to look at the source of the sound, my long and messy hair filling my vision and getting into my shocked and open mouth, I notice a pink pleather phone case with a faint light streaming out from under the cover.
Spitting and sputtering at my mouthful of strawberry-scented hair I reach out for the phone, giggling to myself as I unlock it with Tiffany's thumbprint. I can't help but grin ear to ear, despite the long strands of hair still sticking to my soft plump lips, as I stare at the home screen. I'm met with the sight of Tiffany in her cheer leading outfit, a still frame of her high in the air with her legs spread and her feet looking almost at her shoulder height.
"I'm...totally flexible now" I coo softly, stretching my legs out a bit as I remind myself to test that out at some point. My smile lingers as I look at my notifications, finding the reason why my phone had been buzzing.
A message sits as the top unread notification, the four messages below it reading;
Missed Alarm: Scool 3
Missed Alarm: School 2
Missed Alarm: School
Missed Alarm: Swap 2
I can't help but giggle, seeing the numerous alarms Tiffany had set, only to have that reaction once she had swapped. "Her loss" I mutter, looking to the more recent message she had received. I blink rapidly as the screen goes white, the phone chugging a little as it pulls up the app.
After a brief moment for my eyes to adjust I open the message...
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