"There are six available" Anne squeaks, sitting up straight as she turns her gaze back to me.
"By available you mean..." I ask, trailing off to allow her to fill in the gap.
"They're looking for someone to...take over for them" Anne astutely replies, her lips curling into a smirk. For a brief moment her eyes glance down at herself before snapping back to me, her smirk growing ever so slightly larger. "You'll be able to make an offer on them, if you'd like, and then from that it'll be...um...well first come, first served"
"Wait, you mean they get the final say?" I splutter, my eyes going wide in shock.
"Yup, I mean...they're the ones who are looking over your offer to become...you" Anne clarifies, her face twisting in a sour expression as she tries to explain the system.
"I suppose that makes sense" I mumble, sucking in my lips before letting out a sigh "I guess".
"So...would you like to hear about the applicants Mr. Hughes?" Anne queries, tilting her head to the side as a warm 'customer service' smile spreads across her lips.
"I...oh...sure" I stammer, snapping out of my displeasure at the thought of hearing more about my choices.
Tiffany Mayfair
Anne returns to the computer, her eyes locking onto the bright screen as she begins to read "First we...have...Tiffany Mayfair, eighteen years old, just finishing up high school" Anne mutters, her voice losing its bright tone as she focuses on reading.
"Just finishing..." I mutter nervously in response, only to be cut off by Anne.
"Exams are done, marks locked in, but she still has some classes to attend and games to cheer for before the year ends" Anne explains, straining to condense the information into short quick phrases.
"So...wow it'd be a fresh start" I muse, a slight grin forming on my lips. As a thought dawns on me the smile slowly gives way to a look of shock. "Wait...cheering? Is she a..."
"A cheerleader? Absolutely, and a great one at that" Anne clarifies, the smile returning to her face for a just a moment before being replaced with a grimace. "As for that fresh start...well...it may be limited by her...lack of academic achievement"
"Are you saying she's dumb?" I quickly respond, leaning closer as I get more and more invested in this background. "And...and I can't be a cheer...whatever" I blurt out anxiously, "I have no co-ordination"
"Kind of" Anne explains with a slight hiss through her clenched teeth. "We don't get many geniuses coming through here, but she's at least passed. And as for the cheer stuff, you can just...you know...take it" she continues, perking up as she revels in fixing that minor worry of mine.
"Okay, so I can cheer if I pick her" I say with a sigh "and will be stuck with some bad marks. What does she look like?"
"Oh she's...five foot five, very slim and athletic. She has a fairly sizable and perky chest, along with a wide set of hips and a firm toned behind" Anne explains, trying to translated whatever was on her screen into a workable description. "Shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and...a decent tan" she continues, wriggle her hand a bit as she describes the extent of the tan.
"Okay...um...I suppose I should ask this...why does she need...this?" I ask nervously, gritting my teeth for the response.
"That's unfortunately confidential" Anne states, pouting a little. "I can only disclose that information to Tiffany Mayfair herself"
"I...oh...I mean..." I stammer, unsure of what to say. As much information as I could get about the person and their life I was stuck doing at least a little bit of a blind jump in that regard. "Okay...I guess that makes sense"
"Wonderful, thank you for understanding" Anne coos, a warm smile returning to her face. "So, would you like to make an offer?"
"I...oh...yeah...I mean yes I'd like to make an offer" I blurt out, her question taking me by surprise.
"Yay!" she shouts, typing away at her keyboard excitedly. The sound of her nails hitting the plastic keys fills the room as she works, her brow furrowing in concentration before she suddenly comes to a stop. "All done, you've made your offer for Tiffany Mayfair. If she accepts we'll get a message about it"
"I...oh..." I say dumbfounded, reeling from how quick it had been and the thought of the wait.
"So...let's move on to the next applicant"
Zara Cassidy Mathews
"Next we have..." Anne mutters, returning to her slow reading. "Zara Cassidy Mathews, eighteen years old but nearly nineteen, unemployed but planning on going to college...at some point"
"At some point?" I muse, cocking an eyebrow. "Does she have terrible marks too?"
"No no no, nothing like that...well...they're not great either, just...so so" Anne answers, tilting her head from side to side. "She just...well she wanted to take some time off from 'learning' and decided to go of a fairly large vacation."
I perk up immediately at the mention of a holiday, realizing how long it had been since I had one myself. "So I'll be someplace on vacation then?" I ask with bated breath.
Anne merely laughs a little in response, covering her mouth with a dainty hand. "Oh no, definitely not. She just got back a few weeks ago, back to living with her parents" she manages to explain through the giggling.
"Parents? How will I manage around..." I begin to ask, cutting myself short as Anne glares at me.
"For the last time, you can just fix that up once you make the trade. Trust me, it'll be fine" she explains, frustrated by my line of questioning.
"Okay...so...what's she like?" I ask, keeping it general in the hopes of a bit of an overview "She's...oh my...four foot ten" Anne gasps, pausing to imagine being that short before composing herself. "Very slender and petite, pale as a ghost, black hair that's short on the sides with a bit more volume on top. She's...um..." Anne stumbles, trying to describe the young woman to the best of her ability. "She has quite a few piercings. A lot in her ears, three in her lower lip, one through the...um...center inside bit of her nose, and some more...intimate ones as well" Anne mumbles, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of red at the final note. "She has a rather sizable chest, though that's just relative to her frame. It's not that big in comparison to...taller women.
"I...thanks..." I respond, trying to paint a mental picture of this person. "But I was wondering about her life...you know?" I continue, wanting a little more information.
"Oh...right...of course" Anne chirps, snapping out of her embarrassment as she gives her screen a quick once over. "She's kind of...loud?...Like, she's energetic and fairly abrassive. Loves to talk about all her interests like her favorite shipping couples in animes or why specific movies or video games suck with complete disregard for those around her"
I wince at the description, remembering meeting far too many people like that at pop culture conventions in my youth. "That sounds..." I begin to hiss.
"Like there's room for improvement!" Anne chirps, trying to turn my displeasure into an opportunity. "So...can I put you down for an offer?"
I pause for a minute, mulling it over. However, realizing I didn't have many options I let out a gentle sigh. "Sure thing, I'll make an offer"
"Wonderful" Anne chimes in, her voice delighted and warm. "Let me just put that...in...the...system" she mutters extremely slowly, working diligently at her computer. "All...Done! Let's move to applicant number three"
Carly Jackson
"Alright, next we have...oh..." Anne mutters, trailing off as she reads the profile on her computer.
"Something wrong?" I ask, rocking a little in my seat.
"No...no...This one's just been here for a while" Anne says with a sigh, rolling her eyes. "So here we have Carly Jackson, twenty-six years old, and working part-time as a bartender.
"That doesn't sound so..." I begin to respond hopefully, only to have Anne continue.
"She's trailer trash" Anne says with a disgruntled huff, pursing her lips in frustration as she reads the profile. "Literally lives in a trailer off in some old site for camper vans. Smokes and drinks regularly, lives a 'free an' easy life' according to her" the blonde continues, obviously not approving of this woman's lifestyle.
"That sounds..." I mutter, quickly being cut off by Anne.
"Rough? Yeah, she's been in our system for...a while" Anne groans, her shoulders slumping a little. "Even with a body like her's, her life tends to scare folks off. And even when someone makes an offer she tends to turn them down"
"What do you mean?" I ask, curious to know more about Carly
"Well she has no education, dropping out of high school well before graduation. Has only ever worked odd jobs once or twice a week, so she has no savings or substantive work skills to speak of..." Anne rambles, easily recounting the downsides of this woman's life from memory.
"No, I meant what do you mean by 'with a body like her's?" I ask, cutting the blonde off.
"Oh..." she chirps, mildly embarrassed from her unprofessional outburst. "She...Carly...Is attractive...I mean very attractive. Large, perky breasts that are almost as big as her head. Wide childbearing hips with a large plump behind. Her body is rather lithe despite this, with any weight she puts on seemingly only getting added to her chest, rear, and thighs. Her hair is a deep red, reaching down to her middle back, and her eyes are a deep green. She sports a decent tan on her otherwise unblemished skin, her facial features soft and feminine while being accented by sharp cheek bones."
I listen as she describes this woman, this absolute beauty of a redhead with the terrible life. Was it really worth it to take over such rough life in exchange for a body like that? After a few moments of quiet contemplation I finally pipe up.
"I...can I put in an offer for her?" I ask, my voice shaking a little as I make my decision.
Anne looks shocked for a moment, leaning in a little over the desk to talk in a more frank manner. "Are you sure? Her life isn't that..." she begins pausing as she watches my cheeks turn red, a knowing smirk spreading across her face. "Oh...I get it" she continues, her tone changing from concern to one positively charged with sexual energy. Her own gaze once again drops down to her own body, the smirk growing into a wide smile before she begins to put in my offer.
"There...we...are..." Anne coos, shivering a little in her seat. "All set, we'll see if she finally gets off...the list I mean"
Tracy Jones
"Okay..." Anne mutters, growing a little tired of all the reading. "Next we have someone...a little older. Tracy Jones, thirty-four years old, a stay-at0home mother" she explains, turning back to face me. "She's a little older than the others, and..."
"And she has kids!" I yelp, a cold shiver running down my spine.
"Which means the painful part is over...mostly" Anne chimes in, trying to paint the situation in a warmer light.
"How...how many does she..." I stammer, struggling to get the words out as my heart races in my chest.
"Four, two are still at home needing full-time care while the other two are in school" Anne answers, straining to make her life sound desirable.
"So I'd be taking care of them myself?" I ask, my face twisting more and more into a sour expression.
"No no no, your Tracy's husband helps around the house when he's not a work" Anne explains, flinching as she let's slip the information about her husband.
"Husband?! So I'd be a mother of four and married to some mystery man? This is far too..." I try to say, attempting to dismiss the profile before getting cut off by Anne.
"Convenient? I agree" Anne jumps in, twisting my sentence to her own ends. "You will have already found you soul-mate, started a family, living a cozy life which has already been set up or you"
"But I'm straight, and those aren't my..." I try to explain, my attempted rebuke being cut off before I can even finish.
"And you can fix that with the right mental trades as well. Take her sexuality, her skills as a mother, her familial ties. You'll be a happy little housewife in no time" Anne explains, reminding me of what I could do post swap to ease me into things.
"Alright, alright...What does Tracy look like then?" I ask, hoping for a better understanding about this person.
"Oh well..." Anne begins, her face falling a little as she inhales. "She's a little overweight...okay pretty overweight, having four kids and not exercising properly will do that to a woman" Anne explains, justifying the situation. "But, she has the makes to cut an absolutely stunning figure. Massive firm, albeit milk-filled, breasts along with a juicy rear. She stands around five foot seven and has lovely curly brown hair. If you worked a little you could be the hottest MILF at soccer practice" Anne promises, hoping against hope to make the sale.
"So..." I begin to mutter in response, pausing as I try to think my way through it all. I'd be losing quite a few years of my life in advancing to my mid-thirties, and gaining so much responsibility. However, Anne was right about having things already set up for me. I wouldn't need to work to find love, settle down, and start a family.
With a heavy sigh I look up at Anne "Alright, fine"
"You mean..." Anne asks, her voice trembling a little nervously
"I mean fine, send the offer" I respond, sounding sterner than I had with the others.
"Yes! Okay, just...just let me..." Anne chirps excitedly, typing away at the computer as she inputs the needed information.
Ruby Haywood
"Next...we...have..." Anne mumbles, clicking wildly and shaking the mouse as she apparently attempts to get the computer working. "There we are. Alright, the next applicant is Ruby Haywood, a few weeks away from being nineteen years old, is currently a high school student just about to head into her exams"
"That doesn't sound too bad" I chime in, weakly smiling as I wait for the other shoe to drop.
"Not...really. Ruby...well...she doesn't have the best background" Anne explains, wincing a little as her own comment.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"Well, she's from a very low-income family. Her parents are practically broke all the time, meaning she and her older brother have largely gone without. She's also..." Anne says, pausing as she tries to properly construct her next sentence. "She was kind of a slut, but she does have a steady boyfriend now...even if he is kind of a loser like her"
"Loser?" I ask, furrowing my brow. "That's a bit harsh to say but because she's not wealthy"
"No, I say that because she...well...she's proudly unintellectual. She always skipped classes, preferring to spend that time with her friends and boyfriend. She said...where is it...Here it is, that 'goin' to class is for fuckin' idiots and teachers fuckin' pets' if that helps you understand her mentality" Anne explains, reading from the computer as she quotes the crass and dimwitted young woman.
"Well...you said she was about to do her exams, is she going to..." I begin to ask, wondering about her academic situation
"Pass? Not likely, at least not with her actually taking them" Anne says with a knowing smile.
I let out a sigh, imagining the difficulty that would come with that new life. "Alright, but how does she..." I begin to ask before getting cut off by a smirking Anne.
"Look? That's what you were going to ask right?" Anne asks in a mocking tone, knowing full well where I was going with my line of inquiry. "Hot, at least according to her. Though I have to admit...she's not wrong. She's around five foot five, pretty pale, with a mane of messy black hair with poorly dyed red tips. She is rather curvy, with a fairly large bust and wide accommodating hips. Her ass and thighs are extremely plush, with a small amount of flab having started to form on her belly due to her lack of exercise beyond sex. Her face is usually painted in a dense layer of cheap make-up, giving her a more sultry expression to match her plump lips.
"She sounds..." I begin to respond, only to have Anne chuckle out a response instead.
"Like someone who thinks they don't need to work hard? Yeah, that sums it up" Anne mutters, rubbing her own pantyhose-covered legs together. "Is that something you'd like to take over?"
"I..." I whisper, trying to think of how to answer. "...yes" I finish meekly, smirking along with Anne as she turns to the computer to make the offer.
"Wonderful, though I hope you know what you're getting into" Anne responds, a hint of worry in her voice.
Jessica West
"Lastly..." Anne murmurs, fishing up the last profile from her list. "We have Jessica West, nineteen years old, and currently very unemployed" Anne states, turning away from the computer and staring at me from across the desk.
"Very unemployed?" I respond, confused by the description.
"Well..." Anne starts, looking back at the screen to get more information as she works out how to explain her phrasing. "She was meant to be at college by now, moving out of her small town to live life in the big city. However, she got none of the scholarships she needed to go. Her parents can't support her, and to move away she'd need money first."
"Then why didn't she just get a job?" I ask, still not understanding the situation.
"With what skills? It's a small town, not much in the way of opportunities and she lack any real experience" Anne explains, shrugging a little dismissively.
"So she's..." I begin to ask meekly.
"Stuck? Absolutely, trapped in her small town until she can find some way out" Anne states, finishing my train of thought for me.
"So why would I want that life?" I ask, huffing a little at the thought of being trapped so thoroughly.
"Well...some people might like the sea change, living in a quiet coastal town" Anne explains, her face twisting into a strained expression as she tries to think of reasons. "Oh and you'd be cute as a button as well, I mean absolutely to die for"
"I...can you explain that a little further?" I ask, trying to wrap my head around it all.
"Well Jessica is fairly short, only around five foot two, but that plays into her strengths. She is slender, with porcelain skin, and long flowing red hair which reaches down to her tight pert little rear. Her chest is...fairly modest by comparison to the other applicants, but that just adds to her adorable nature. She has puffy chipmunk-like cheeks, and wears a large pair of glasses that almost appear too big for her face" Anne explains, growing giddier and giddier by the second.
As I listen to her description I can't help but grow excited at the thought of this mysterious young woman as well, the mental picture being painted being one of utter delight.
"Okay, definitely make an offer to her as well" I say, bouncing a little in my chair as I match Anne's energy.
"Can do...just give me...one..." Anne replies, sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth in concentration. "There, all done"
We sit in quiet for a moment, the only sound being that of the computer fans and the slow tapping of Anne's long fake nails.
"So...um...what happens now?" I ask, feeling the excitement and energy rapidly drain from the space.
"Oh, well we have to wait for a bit" Anne chirps pleasantly. "The applicants are going over their offers with other consultants. This can be a long and difficult process, much more difficult than the relative freedom we had here. I mean, they have to pick something otherwise all this will have been for nothing. They'd have to go back and..." Anne rambles, her train of thought being broken by the sound of an electronic beeping coming from the computer.
She twists to stare at the monitor, her eyes scanning the screen eagerly.
"Um...is everything okay?" I ask, leaning in and shuffling my comfortable seat a little closer to the desk.
"Oh!" Anne chirps, perking up and looking at me with a broad smile. "Everything is fine, better than fine really. Your offer has been accepted" she responds, clapping her hands together in excitement.
My jaw drops as she lets me know. I had thought this would take hours, days, even weeks. My heart hammers in my chest, the sound ringing in my ears and distracting me as I try to get any words out. "Um...really?...Who?" I ask in return, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
"Oh shoot, I didn't say did I?" Anne mutters, having lost herself in the moment.
"I meant to say that your offer was accepted by..."
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