Re: Indebted and Swapped - Part Three

"I meant to say that your offer was accepted by Tiffany Mayfair" Anne chirp merrily, flashing her pearly whites as she grins from ear to ear. "It looks like you'll be getting quite the fresh start".

My mouth remains agape, my brow furrowing as I try to work out why Tiffany would have taken me up on the offer so quickly. Was there something...wrong with her? Why was she so eager to become some man in his late twenties?

"That's...why would she..." I splutter, my train of thought quickly derailing and preventing any coherent sentence to make its way out.

"You can ask her yourself" Anne comments, gesturing to the wall on my left.

Suddenly, the room begins to shudder. I snap my gaze over to the plain white wall, my eyes going wide as a large door frame slowly begins to emerge from the previous blank painted drywall. Beyond the frame was...nothing, merely an empty void of unending blackness.

For a moment I just sit there, staring into the unceasing void, before being snapped back to my sense by Anne. She clears her throat, looking quickly between me and the door.

"Well?..." she says expectantly, a confused expression slowly creeping across her face. "Get going, we don't have all day. I mean you still have to get through the process before going to class" she urges, reminding me of what my new life really entailed.

"You...you mean I need to..." I stammer, staggering to my feet and inching closer to the doorway.

"Walk through? Yeah, Mark will handle it from there" Anne chimes in, giggling a little at my hesitance.

As I slowly approach the doorway I find the unwavering darkness greatly unnerving. No matter how I look at it, the mass beyond the doorway just seems to appear the very same. Standing mere inches from the threshold I try to make out anything beyond the door frame, finding nothing but inky blackness.

From behind me I hear Anne sigh, letting her frustration at my slowness show. Suddenly I feel something pushing me from behind, like a hand pressing in between my shoulder blades. Glancing over my shoulder I see the leggy blonde behind the desk holding out her hand, smiling up at me.

"It was a pleasure Mr. Hughes, let me help you with the next step" Anne giggles, winking at me before shoving her hand forward in my direction. The force builds behind me violently, nearly toppling me over and sending me tumbling through the doorway.

For a few seconds my vision is filled with the complete darkness I had expected, my heart hammering in my chest. After a brief, albeit intense, few moments of fear a pop-up fills my vision.

 

Host Disconnect...

Migrating Room...

With something other than the void in front of me I slowly begin to calm down, remembering that this was all in virtual reality. Even if this could do all manner of strange things to one's mind it was still somewhat safe. As I try to move my stomach sinks, finding my whole body unresponsive. I'm trapped, mid-tripping, as I wait for something to happen.

Migrating Room...

Room Found...

Transfer Complete.

Before I can even fully read the last line I find myself in motion once again, tripping over myself as I stumble into an eerily familiar room.

The fluorescent lighting and plain white walls mirror the small interview room I had just been in. Unnaturally similar filing cabinets line the walls, the assorted files and papers littering the tops of them matching those in the other room perfectly.

To the left is a large desk, striking an imposing presence over the room. The aged and well-varnished dark wood takes up most of the free space, the top of the desk neatly organized with many of the same amenities as Anne's. However, while Anne had been saddled with what appeared to be a fairly old computer whoever operated out of this office had no such limitation. A large curved screen sits between me and the person behind the desk, the sheer size of the things blocking them from my view entirely.

Sitting in front of the desk in a tiny well-worn plastic seat is a sour-looking blonde. Her wavy blonde hair drapes over her tan shoulders, her arms folded under her surprisingly large bust. Her plump pink lips are twisted into a pout, her brow furrowed as she glares up at the person behind the desk. Her clothes leave little to the imagination, her virtual avatar wearing a skin-tight white tank top and a plaid skirt that rides high up her plush thighs.

"Ah, Mr. Hughes" croons a smooth deep voice from behind the desk, strangely aware of my presence despite being unable to see me.

At the unseen man's statement the blonde whips her head around, glaring at me with her icy blue eyes. She groans loudly as she watches me slowly regain my footing, my moment of temporary un-coordination apparently causing so distress.

"So I have to be this...this...gross unco perv" she blurts out, her otherwise sweet voice dripping with venom. "No, no I've changed my mind. I'll be...like...um...that Madison bitch"

As I wander a little further into the room, trying to see the hidden third party behind the screen, I hear a loud exacerbated sigh. "Ms. Mayfair, I told you already that this decision was final" the deep voice mutters, obviously frustrated with the young blonde woman.

"And I don't care!" shouts Tiffany, leaping to her feet.

My eyes lock onto her, getting a solid look at her body for the first time. Her heaving chest jiggles in the tight white top, easily being more than a handful for her slender petite hands. For a brief moment her tummy was made visible under the shifting top, revealing her slim waistline and pierced navel. Her hips flare out, supporting a thick and firm behind which only bounces lightly even after the violent nature of her movements.

"I'm not letting some old dude take my body for a..." she continues, her face growing red as she turns to look at me. Her blue eyes go wide, revealing just how large they were. I only have a scant few seconds to take in her face, her soft adorable cheeks, her slight and narrow chin, her tiny and slightly upturned nose with a slight bend in the bridge.

"Pervert!" she screams, realizing just what I had been looking at.

I barely manage to get my hands up as she storms over to me, reaching out to hold her at bay. However, as my hands touch her narrow shoulders I watch in horror as my hands disappear into the soft tanned flesh. Tiffany herself grinds to a halt, her balled-up fists opening up and hanging limply at her side.

My hands feel like they're stuck in some cramped warm space. No matter how hard I try to pull them out of the short blonde woman I simply can't. After a few feeble attempts I feel something tug at me, pulling my arms deeper inside of her as she lets out a shrill scream.

"Get...Get out! Get out!" Tiffany shouts, writhing a little and ultimately causing more and more of my arms to slide inside.

"I...I can't" I hiss, the tugging on my arms threatening to pull my shoulders from their sockets. I crouch down in an attempt to abate the tugging sensation in my arms. However, as I begin to lean towards the blonde one more sudden tug sends me toppling into her head-first. The last thing I see in her bare shoulder before my vision is once again consumed by darkness.

For a moment all I can hear is muffled shouting, the voice's high-pitched tone making it clear that Tiffany was still not accepting the situation, and a loud all-encompassing heartbeat. I felt crammed into some strangely warm space, my arms and torso all twisted up as my head cranes painfully to the side. As my vision adjusts I see...something, a light in the distance and far above me. Groaning slightly I begin to wriggle against my confines, reaching up as I try to drag myself towards the light source.

Strangely enough, as I groan no sound escapes my lips. Instead, I hear it hissing out between the bouts of shrill shouting outside.

The climb up is difficult, the space being impossibly narrow and difficult to even see how I am to move through it. I can feel more and more of myself pulling into the cramped space I had found myself in, the heat and pressure spreading over my pelvis and thighs as I climb.

"I...I'm going to throw up...I can feel him...moving" whines Tiffany, her voice reaching me with more and more clarity as I ascend.

"Where...Where am I?" I call out, hearing my voice echo out from some far-off place yet again.

"St...Stop doing that!" Tiffany shouts back, her voice quivering with a mixture of anger and fear. "That...Stop making me say things!"

Before I can even take in what she had said I feel my feet slide into the tight confines of this prison, the light ahead of me finally giving way to a larger chamber full of small glittering lights. Glancing around I try to get my bearings, a shocked gasp escaping my lips as I inspect the lights in greater detail. There were thousands of them, millions even, with each containing a small video on loop. Sitting in a class with blonde hair obscuring the whiteboard, nervously reversing into a parking space as an older equally nervous woman sits to the right, falling face-first over and over on a crash mat in attempts to do a flip.

"These are...memories?" I mutter, my voice breaking and warbling like I was going through puberty all over again.

"More than that Mr. Hughes, but a good summation" explains the deep unseen voice. "These are...Tiffany, they're aspects of her. I'm sure my associate explained the situation to you. Just...imagine what you want to take or exchange and...well you'll see" he continues, struggling to fully describe the situation.

"Do! Not! Touch! Anything!" Hisses an extremely angry Tiffany, her own voice growing slightly deeper with each word.

Despite Tiffany's demand I simply can't help myself. I focus my mind on cheer leading, or at least what little I knew of the topic. Many of the lights in the room grow dim, slowly twinkling out of existence one by one until only one light remains. Reaching out I grab a hold of it, pulling myself closer as I stare into the image. Bleachers, filled with people, shake in the vision of the video as pom poms wave about between high kicks. As I hold onto the solid light I slowly find myself overcome with emotion, growing prideful and overwhelmed with confidence with each second I remain in contact with it. I begin to tug at the light, watching as it crystalizes before popping out violently.

"Ouch! Like, what the fuck are you doing perv?!" Tiffany cries out, a soft whimper following up her demanding shouting.

"Nothing" I meekly and quietly reply, fiddling with the small smooth crystal in my hands.

As it rests in my palm a dull throbbing begins to fill my head. I watch in awe as the light slowly slips beneath my pale flesh, the subtle glow vanishing as my temples painfully throb. Gritting my teeth I watch as a new light slowly emerges from my palm, revealing a familiar image. I can see my living room, a movie playing on my TV with cheerleaders in it. This was the extent of my knowledge and skills surrounding the topic. With a Cheshire cat grin I reach out, forcing the newly formed mental trait into the gp left by Tiffany's. A low whining noise rings out from outside before finally letting out a yelp as I feel the trait click into place.

With a grin on my face I try to think about cheer leading, checking this new element in my mind. However, I find...nothing. Not sudden realization or perfectly constructed knowledge rushes forth to the forefront on my mind. Instead I find more of a general sense that something had changed, an intangible feeling inside of me.

"Like, don't touch anything. You fuck, that hurt soooo bad" Tiffany continues to complain, her voice shifting with each annoying word.

My grin widens as I think of what to take next, my mind wavering between mannerisms and speech patterns as two lights slowly begin to fill the dark and empty space I could only assume was actually Tiffany's head. Looking at the two motes of light clinging to the wall of this strange place I see two separate images. One shows a long hallway filled with lockers, the eyes of passersby looking at the subject as they walk. Touching it sends a rush of confidence through me, a sense that I was better than those other people in the hall and that they were beneath me. The other showed a phone screen, the messaging app on-screen filled with emojii laden texts, while other young women chatted in the periphery of the frame. As I grasp at the image I feel...nothing really, maybe a growing sense of excitement though I can't pin it to the light or the situation at large.

Slowly I begin to try and pry them free from Tiffany's mind, straining harder than before to dislodge such essential assets.

"H...Hey! I can feel...You little shit, you better..." Tiffany shrieks, her voice trailing off into a series of non-verbal groans and terrified yelps.

A shiver runs down my spine as I feel the crystalized light sink into my very being. My head pounds as they seep inside of me, the conflicting mental traits causing a searing pain to shoot through my mind as I try to talk or even think. It is like my thoughts were being pulled in two directions at once, unable to decide on whether to come out as per usual or to conform to Tiffany's more crass style. With a deep breath I feel my own mannerism and speech ease out of my body, their physical manifestation appearing in my hands. One showing my walk to work from my perspective, while the other appears to hold one of my old papers filled with academic writing. Moving carefully I slot the two traits into place, finding Tiffany's mind eagerly accepting them to replace the lacking essential elements it had lost.

"I...I...oh wow, that feels..." Tiffany pants, out of breath after her terrified non-verbal grumbling. "Wait...why do I sound so...so...formal?"

"Calm down bitch" I coo back, giggling like an immature young woman as I hear myself. "I just...took the shit I need...speaking of which"

Growing more and more emboldened I turn my mind to sex, focusing on my own sexuality and kinks. Tifanny's mind lights up once more, three lights growing brighter and brighter as I shift around to inspect them.

Inside the first one is...well...men. Tall, masculine, muscular, and certainly good-looking. Some appear to have been seen in person, others on TV, a few on a small laptop screen pounding a howling blonde woman as she quivers with pleasure. Touching the light fills me with warmth, with arousal, with need.

The second contains what appears to be a memory. A young man with short light brown hair, tanned complexion, and broad shoulders thrusts above the subject of the memory. Blonde hair dances around the vision in the image, the whole shot being framed by the same bleachers I had seen in the cheer leading memory. The image turns slightly, showing the field and the large number of people filling it as they warm up. Touching it elicits a sense of fear, delight, and deep arousal at the thought of getting caught like this.

Finally, the last light contains the image of the same young man from the previous trait. Tall, handsome, athletic, and apparently just Tiffany's type. As I brush my fingers across the image's surface I feel nervous, excited, and enamored beyond belief.

"Sexuality, straight duh. Kinks...sex in public? I think. And that last one is...her type?...her boyfriend..." I think to myself, wrenching the lights from their home and writing in place as I let them sink into me.

"You...you took something again...I...I can feel it..." Tiffany mutters, her voice sounding more like my own than her's as time goes on.

"You don't know that" I coo in a high pitched tone "maybe I...like put it back after I took it"

Looking down I see the replacements begin to form in my hands. The cavalcade of women I had been attracted to, fantasies of being dominated and ties up by my partners, and finally the nerdy girls I had always fallen for. I move to put them back before freezing up, my grin growing wider as I forced my hands together. I watch in delight as my own traits sink back inside of me, leaving Tiffany without any sense of sexual attraction, kinks, or 'type'.

From outside I hear the mysterious man cough, clearing his throat. "Today Ms. Fairview" he drones, hurrying me up.

"Sorry!" I coo, my voice just shy of being a dead ringer for the angry blonde. "Just...give me a sec, k?"

Moving far faster than before I try to exchange whatever else I can find;

Knowledge of addresses and names, shown as a series of forms used to get her driver's license.

Sexual skills, revealing a repeat of the handsome young man towering over her.

Her ability with dance and coordination, as seen in her time learning ballet before her chest came in.

Knowledge and ability with makeup and fashion, the image showing her getting ready for a date.

"Like, done!" I chirp, coughing as I feel my voice fully shift to match the squeaky high-pitched tone that had been screaming at me mere minutes ago.

"H...Hey...I need to know how to do...whatever it is the fuck you do!" groans Tiffany, stumbling over her words as she hears my voice escape her lips.

"Oopsie" I say with a giggle, pausing for a second as I try to decide whether or not to help with that regards. With a sigh I finally decide to not be cruel, focusing on my work skills in an effort to help her when she eventually finds a job in my body. A small mote of light fills my hand, the image of grading papers and giving lectures looping in the small sphere. Looking around I try to find her equivalent, but nothing lights up.

"Like, what the hell. Where the fuck is your work shit?" I growl, getting taken aback by how bitchy I sounded.

"I...I've never worked before, I don't know what to tell you" she hisses back, sounded angry but far more measured in her words.

Groaning loudly I slam the light in my palm against the wall, watching as it clicks into place.

"There, happy you fuckin' bitch" I grumble "you got something".

Before Tiffany can say anything I begin to wriggle slightly inside of my confined space, causing her to groan in discomfort.

"God...God damn it he's moving...moving again" she whines in my old voice, her breath growing short and panicked.

I slowly begin to shift my arms back down through the narrow passage, finding it much easier to head downwards. Much to my surprise I find my arms sliding down into a new tight space, the walls clinging almost painfully to me as I wriggle my legs into place as well. Tiffany's pained moans grow louder, her breath growing extremely ragged as a light suddenly fills my vision.

Blinking rapidly I find myself standing up and facing the dark doorway through which I had entered from. The whole space looked...bigger, far taller at the very least.

"W T...F?" I squeak, looking down and being met with a valley of tan cleavage. "O-M-G O-M-G" I howl, jumping around excitedly, squealing in delight as I watch my new chest bounce wildly with my sudden movements.

"Please Ms. Fairview, please calm down so we can finish here" the deep voice mutters, causing me to snap my attention to him.

Looking over I see an Asian man in his early thirties, his black hair styled in a professional cut. I feel my heart skip a beat as I drink him in, his tight button-up shirt clinging to his muscular frame. A subtle blush begins to creep across my cheeks, my eyes locked dancing between his broad chest and his stubble-coated angular jawline.

"Fuck..." I whisper, writhing a little in place and shaking my hips.

"Now, we have to deal with Mr. Hughes and the remainder of the..." the man begins to explain, stopping as I double over clutching my stomach.

I begin to gag, trying to throw up as I'm hammered with a sudden bout of nausea. I quickly begin to panic, my body aching and a pressure building inside of me. I quickly twist away from the handsome man behind the desk, not wanting to make a bad impression, and begin to heave and gag as I face the doorway.

My vision blurs and then suddenly darkens, the pressure and nausea reaching a tipping point. Suddenly it's all gone, the pain and the pressure abating as my vision rapidly returns to me. Looking up my jaw drops, my gaze falling onto a slender towering man I immediately recognized.

"Gross...that is so gross" Tiffany mutters, slowly inspecting her new body as she turns around to face me. "I could feel that you know, less than a minute in my body and you're already..." she fumes, pausing to take a deep breath. "Alright, I did the swap. So, Jay, where's my money and when do we swap back?" she asks.

My face drops as she asks her questions, wondering for a moment if this was only temporary. Whipping around to look at 'Jay' I watch as he sighs, rubbing his temples.

"Mr. Hughes...I have told you three times already, this is permanent and you do not receive any payments for this. Ms. Mayfair here will receive whatever it is you paid her" Jay attempts to explain, speaking extremely slowly to try and let his words sink in.

"What!?" Tiffany cries, her eyes going wide as she looks down at me. "I...I was barely listening...I was told...He...He told me that it was only...That's why I signed up, because he..." she stammers, the color draining from her face.

After a brief pause she begins to glare at me, causing a cold shiver to run down my spine.

"Give it back! I never agreed to something like this!" she growls, balling up her fists as she takes a step towards me.

Suddenly, I feel the room shift beneath my feet. It was a similar feeling as when the doorway had first appeared, causing me to clutch at the desk out of fear of toppling over. I watch as the room compresses, the wall behind Tiffany flying towards us and causing her to tumble through the open doorway. A loud scream rings out through the room, the noise growing quieter by the second as though she was rapidly moving away from us.

"Goodbye Mr. Hughes, please contact us if you wish to use our service again" Jay mutters in a monotone, obviously unimpressed by Tiffany's behavior. A smile appears on his lips as he looks down at me from behind his desk, a brighter demeanor growing in his posture. "So Ms. Fairview, about your remuneration..."

"I...like...totally...sure..." I mutter, straightening up and fixing my hair. I brush the long wavy locks behind my ears, running my hands over my slender neck and collarbone on reflex as I stare at the handsome man. "I...so...like why do I need all that cash? What stupid shit did that bitch do?"

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...