"Just this once" I mutter under my breath, steeling my nerves as I pull the doors open. "What's the chances of anyone wanting to be me and me wanting to be...well them" I chuckle softly, ducking a little and slouching my shoulders nervously as I slip into the entryway.
As I walk into the modest community center I find myself in the threshold of a short hallway, a shiny polished concrete floor reflecting the harsh florescent lights which flicker above me. The walls are relatively far apart, leaving for a large enough space for multiple to wander the hallway, with multiple doors leading off into smaller breakout rooms. Small sheets of paper hang on the stark white walls nearby every doorway, each containing a series of names on the simple but effective signup sheets.
"Just this once" I mutter to myself once again, my heart pounding in my chest and ringing in my ears. "I'll just some lunch and I'll be out of here before..." I continue to rationalize, pausing as I pull one of the large doors open.
As the door swings open I freeze up, the wall of sounds crashing against me leaving me stunned for a moment. Dozens of conversations play out across the auditorium turned function room, each talking louder and louder to be heard over the cacophony surrounding them.
I crane my head up slightly, trying to see over the roiling sea of warm bodies that shift about the room. Despite my great height I struggle to see much of the room in general, the shifting mass of people obscuring most of what lay towards the center of the space.
To my left and right I spy seats lining the walls, the cheap plastic chairs appearing to be rather coveted as various people hover by the scant few seats in the hall.
To the far left of the room sits a large stage, the raised platform playing home to a large hastily set up device that looks daunting over the rest of the room. Men and women in labcoats race around a set of two large metal chambers, adjusting wires and checking monitors while one stands by a large and body computer nearby.
From the corner of my vision I notice someone looking at me, my own gaze shifting to meet theirs. Seat not far from the entrance sits a rather pale young woman, probably somewhere in her mid-to-late-twenties. A mass of curly black hair frames her soft and somewhat doughy face, the shiny locks reaching down to her weak and delicate chin.
Her earthy brown eyes go wide as they meet my own, her soft rounded cheeks burning a bright red that matches the cute polka dots lining her long dress. Her outfit works to hide her slightly chubby frame somewhat, the loose and airy effeminate dress needing only a slight adjust to hide the pouch of flab over her belly or her thick thighs that pool out a little against the seat.
The outline of a 'no-thrils' bra can be faintly made out, the padded fabric holding up what appears to be a slightly larger than average bust. A cream-colored strap peeks out over her shoulder, digging into her supple pale flesh as it holds up her seemingly perky chest.
Her red-painted lips open for a moment, the beginnings of a slight word escaping them as she lurches slightly. As if having second thoughts she promptly sits herself back down, shifting a little to adjust her polka dot dress into a more flattering position.
Following suit I look away as well, feeling my cheeks burn a little after having caught someone stare at me so. My gaze returns to the center mass of people, my eyes shifting to the shoddy paper plates piled with cheap food.
I watch as two young women, barely in their twenties, slip out from the crowd as they talk to one another.
One, a short and pale-looking young woman with dark greasy hair, stand with slumped shoulders as she pounds down a huge can of Monster energy drink. Heavy dark bags rest under her eyes, her skin appearing to have more than a few small pimples due to lack of self-care. She shuffles about in a massive baggy set of loose yet comfortable clothing, a baggy black shirt alongside a set of torn and stained jeans.
Despite her disheveled state the taller Latina beside her continues to talk her dark brown eyes lingering on the short pale girl in deep appraisal. The Latina is stunning by contrast, fit and slim with a bright and bubbly expression that seems to only make the tired girl appear more exhausted. Her very modest and perky bust sits beneath a tight sunflower yellow tank top, her pert behind and toned legs wrapped in tight black shorts.
The Latina practically clings to the dark-haired woman, cringing slightly as she looks over the blemishes and as the short girl chugs her sugary beverage. The Latina takes a small bite of a rather small and off-puttingly shaped apple, her plate only containing a piece or two of cheap-looking fruit.
"Wanna swap with a girl huh?" Asks a chirpy and bright voice to my right, the sudden question ripping me from my chain of thought with a start. Jumping a little in place I spin around to look at the source of the voice, my eyes coming to look at the muddy hazel gaze of the rather tall redhead standing beside me.
"S'all right, no judgment" she chuckles, throwing up her lightly tanned hands in mock surrender. "Just calling it like I see it" she continues, glancing into the crowd herself as she waves for someone.
The redhead towers over much of the room like myself, only being two or three inches shorter than my own six-foot-four frame. Her auburn hair is cropped incredibly short, the back having been shaved down extremely short while a set of bangs hang just above her eyes and long around her dainty ears. Her jawline is rather sharp, the firm bone matching her severe appearing cheeks that are dotted with numerous freckles.
Her slender frame appears to have very little fat, instead covered in a warm layer of toned muscles. A faint shimmer of sweat clings to her tanned skin, the scent soon hitting me as it becomes apparent the young woman hadn't had a chance to shower today. A black t-shirt hangs from her shoulders, the oversized top likely having been thrown one without much thought. Her chest is barely visible beneath the crumpled cotton of her top, a mixture of having little bust in the first place compounding with her snugly fit sports bra acting to hide her assets.
While the shirt drapes down over her narrow hips it does little to hide her marvelously toned and athletic legs, the long and slender limbs appearing poured into a set of skin-tight gray active wear tights.
"I...uh..." I stammer, being taken aback slightly by the sudden insinuation and appearance of the redhead. "It's... I mean I was just..."
"Oh you'd be... Em! Come on!" The redhead shouts, motioning for a shy-looking young woman in the crowd to come forward as more eyes turn to us all.
My gaze falls onto an equally young woman as she shuffles towards us, the redhead and the new girl easily being somewhere between eighteen and twenty years old.
Poorly kempt black hair puffs out slightly around her ghostly pale face, the extremely thick mass hanging heavily about her shoulders along with a messily trimmed fringe hanging above her thick horn-rimmed glasses. The lenses cause her eyes to appear dramatically larger, a set of deep blue pools nervously glancing between me and the eager redhead.
Her slight nose is slightly upturned, her somewhat delicate yet plain mousey face being bereft of many interesting features. Small shimmering stud rest in her earlobes, a basic little piercing she must have had for years.
Her build is relatively short compared to the redhead and myself, standing only at around five-foot-five and with her plain shiny black shoes doing little to add any sort of height. Her frame is extremely skinny, though her slender legs and delicate hands are all that really show as much.
She is dressed extremely conservatively, though in a manner that is somewhat adorable. A plain white blouse covers her upper body, the neckline featuring a slight ruffling that draws the eye. While her closed top lacks any sign of cleavage, the tenting beneath her top serves to evidence a rather sizable set of assets hidden beneath. A cream-covered sweater clings to her chest and arms, obscuring her stomach as her chest holds the woolen fabric away from her.
Her hips and thighs are covered in a simple knee-length skirt, the black material contrasting her white thigh-high socks. Her hips themselves are rather wide, combining with her hidden chest to give a fairly curvy aesthetic with her otherwise take think body.
As she shuffles up to us she freezes, her gazes drifting up as she takes in our height difference.
"M...Mel, you can't be se...serious about..." The bespectacled girl squeaks, revealing her somewhat buck teeth for the first time.
"Oh come on, what's wrong with him? You'd be the tall one for once, you be able to get out of your shell more as a..." The redhead states, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"As a man?" The shorter girl huffs, cocking a thick black eyebrow at the redhead.
"And? Nothing wrong with that, no offense" the redhead retorts, turning to me for the last little bit. "Think about it, you'd be able to properly escort us all during the trip. It'd be a great chance to be in charge and..."
"Why don't you do it then, if it's such a good..." The bespectacled girl grumbles, glancing between myself and the redhead.
"Oh, I would in a heartbeat" the redhead coos playfully, leaving me unsure if she was serious. "But look at him, so nervous and quiet, he'd fool your folks no problem."
I clear my throat, trying to re-establish some level of control over the conversation that had been forced on me. "Uh...sorry, but what are you talking about? I never..."
The redhead perks up and quickly returns to looking at me with a grin.
"Sorry, Melissa Douglas" she chirps, holding out a hand for me to shake. As her hand grips my own she seems to pause for a moment, feeling my larger digits in hers as she tests the grip. "No callouses...you don't work out much, at least not weights or..."
"No, I don't really..." I mutter in response, pausing as I try to correct course.
"Well, are you against exercising? Like if you needed to do some upkeep or..." Melissa begins to ask, taking my pause as permission to ask further questions.
"Hey!" squeaks the shorter girl, pouting a little as she looks up at her redheaded friend. "I thought you brought me over to..."
"I'm just asking questions Em" chuckles Melissa, releasing my hand as she eyes up my body. "I mean... if you don't want to try out being a..."
"I... I..." huffs and mewls 'Em', her eyes going wide as she tries to work through her own nervousness.
"Um... Nice to meet you, I'm Jordan Hughes" I manage to croak out, my skin crawling a little as the redhead appraises me in a manner that was less flattering and more like I was a piece of meat.
"Hi" mutters the bespectacled girl, shuffling her feet as she looks up at me. "Emily Levy... I mean I'm..."
"I think he gets it" Melissa continues to chuckles, nibbling a little at her lip as her eyes lock to my jeans and her mind wanders. "So, any commitments for the next few months? Job? Girlfriend?... Wife?"
I choke on my own words as I try to splutter them out, the grin on the redhead's lips making it difficult to speak up after the probing questions. Her grin only grows as I stammer and fumble over myself, causing her to nudge her shorter friend as she wiggles her eyebrows.
"I...no... I mean I recently lost my... no..." I blurt out, gritting my teeth. "Why... why do you want to know about..."
"Perfect!" squeals Melissa, jumping a little in excitement as her powerful legs cause her to effortlessly bound upwards. "Passport? I mean have you...?"
"I have an old..." I mutter, pausing as I realize just how disconcerting the question is. "Why do you need to know..."
"She's wanting to go to Europe" Emily sighs, her shoulders slumping and head hanging low in a defeated fashion.
Noticing the lowered state of her friend, Melissa quickly wraps an arm around the conservative bespectacled girl. "No, we are going to Europe" she chirps, shaking her friend slightly in excitement as her mind races with the joyous plan.
Melissa returns to attention to me, her smile shifting to a slightly nervous one. "We just... we can't go as... us" she explains with a wince, gritting her sparkling white teeth.
"Are...why can't you just..." I begin to ask, my question falling short as Melissa jumps in with a pained hiss.
"Family stuff..." Melissa winces, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Have to... you know... help over the break and..."
Her explanation is cut short as she notices Emily shuffling awkwardly next to her, the shorter girl's awkward fidgeting having gotten worse and worse since the conversation started. Melissa nudges her friend, eliciting a weak and quiet response.
"Grounded..."
Melissa barely managed to stifle a laugh, causing Emily to glare up at her with a mixture of frustration and a hint of pleading behind her magnified eyes.
"So yeah, we just wanted to have our trip before moving to college in..." Melissa begins to clarify, moving away from the obvious sore spot Emily had with her grounding.
However, before she can finish a small shimmering mass of thick black hair races into our conversation from the corner of my vision.
"Wait, did you say college?" coos a sweet and sultry voice with an ever so slight hint of an accent. The gaze of our impromptu group falls onto the downright pint-sized Chinese girl that had barged into our conversation, Emily and Melissa quickly glancing up and down the tiny Asian woman as they not so subtly make their assessment.
She is somewhere in her early twenties, definitely being closer to the two girls' age than to my own. Both Melissa and myself are forced to shift a little, our eye line being stuck looking down at the top of the young woman's head. She is remarkably slender and downright tiny, barely making it to five-feet tall if that.
A luxurious mane of thick shivering black hair dances around her ears, the neatly trimmed and styled do looking stunning as it frames her pretty face. Dainty and slender features dot her narrow face, her plush lips and large wide almond-shaped eyes being the centers of attention. She looks at all of us with her deep dark brown eyes, though focusing on the two young women that had prompted her to enter the conversation.
My eyes are soon drawn to her chest, the perky bulbous mass appearing downright overwhelming on her short frame. It would almost be wrong to say she had a chest, rather to the world at large she merely had a massive rack bound tightly in a light gray tank top that all but fails to keep it restrained from spilling out to the sides. Her truly outrageous bust strains at the material, a set of thick nubs managing to poke out at the material. Her frame, aside from her chest, is rather slender and soft with only the slightest bit of supple fat beneath her olive-toned skin.
Her legs appear painted into a set of designer jeans. While the brand and style mean little to me Melissa gasps as she says the name seared into a small leather patch resting along the tiny Asian girl's hip and above to plump heart-shaped behind.
"Holy shit are..." Melissa blurts out, her excited words getting cut off by the tiny Chinese woman.
"You're going to college right? Like good ones yeah?" She asks, brute-forcing her way through the conversation. Her eyes drift towards Emily with an odd hunger, wincing a little as she sizes up the girl in the glasses. "You're a nerd right? I bet you're pretty smart."
Emily stiffens up for a moment, her face growing pale as she finds herself the center of attention. "I well... I have a scholar..." She squeaks back in response, sounding more like a frightened mouse than ever before.
"Hey!" Snaps Melissa, folding her arms over her modest chest. She flinches a little, her eyes darting to the seemingly overwhelming bust as she feels her own beneath her arms. "She's not the only... Well I don't have one for... But..." She stammers, trying to find her stride in her retort.
With a deep breath Emily manages to mutter out her own weak, albeit it complete, response. "Sorry" she mewls, "We're looking for a... short term... thingie. Sounds like you're... You know... Not."
The tiny busty Asian girl bounces slightly, being taken aback by the nerdy girl's response.
"What?! No no, like I just want your... You know... Urgh, this is so hard to explain" she whines, running her fingers through her hair and ruffling it slightly in frustration.
"I haven't been in college for...well a while..." I mutter, stepping back a little as I try to open up our little group a little more. "But I..."
"But you... You went right? And it passed shit?" The pint-sized woman snaps up at me, swaying a little as she tries to reckon with our height difference. "You know, it wasn't... You know... Hard or anything?"
We all kind of look down at the woman for a moment, a pregnant pause filling the space as the din of the surrounding conversations breaks through for the first time in a while.
"Uh... Yeah, I passed. But it wasn't... Easy or..." I respond, giving the girl a quizzical look. "Sorry, I'm Jordan... And you are..."
As she hears my response she brightens up, grinning at me as she cranes her head.
"Jennifer, I'm Shen, I mean Jennifer Shen" she fumbles, her mind racing apparently faster than her mouth can keep up with. "Can we... You know... Swap?"
"Hey!" Snaps Melissa, taking a step forward as if to get between myself and the busty pint-sized woman. "We were here first, and..."
"Oh like of you wanna swap I'm down for it" Jennifer muses giddily, looking the redhead up and down. "I just need a... Um...
"Yeah!" Melissa chirps, glaring down at Jennifer. "Why do you need a college... Person or whatever?"
"A break?" Mutters Emily, trying her best to guess.
"Like... Urgh..." Jennifer mutters, sagging and deflating a little. "I need a brain, like a good one"
We all pause again as she explains herself, Melissa and Emily glance at each other as they exchange looks. After a short time to process the statement Melissa begins to speak up.
"You... Need a... You know you have..."
"I know!" Squeals Jennifer, stomping her foot in frustration. "I'm not that dumb! I just, look I heard that a short swap can... I dunno, make it easier to learn things or... I dunno, it makes you smarter and stuff" she explains, losing her fire over the course of her explanation.
While I hadn't heard that before it certainly wasn't impossible. The extent to it may vary, or even how it actually worked, but dumping a dim mind into a more well-exercised framework might help to speed it up. It might also simply be easier to learn new things in a new mind and body, or perhaps having a brighter mind straining to fit in a dimmer brain simply had permanent beneficial effects.
While we all seem to think the idea through, with Jennifer looking between us all with a certain level of hungry focus on Emily and myself, another voice cuts through our group.
"Jordan Hughes right?" Mutters a delightfully sweet voice, darker sultry tones merely clinging and hiding beneath the bright birdsong-like question. "Can't find you on Insta, Tiktok, do you even have a LinkedIn?"
We all turn to look at the new voice, our gazes all shifting to meet the new girl's height. My eyes are quickly drawn to a messy bob of neon red hair, the poorly kept mass framing the young woman's striking pale and lightly freckled face.
She appears to be somewhere in her mid-twenties, youthful yet with enough time to build character. Piercings line her ears, ornate and hand-made silver rings and bars littering her ears that almost look a little too big for her face. A ring rests in the center of her lower lip, a black band contrasting the plump dark red pillows beneath.
Her bottle-green eyes look me over, her lips shifting into a mischievous grin as she ponders something. Her face itself is a subtle heart shape, her jawline curbing into a sweet and delightfully feminine form.
Her pale skin remains on display, her black dress being designed to reveal her collarbone and her bountiful cleavage. The tight black material of her short black dress appears so thin it is almost weightless, her flat tummy and widen hips being painted by the crisp black number. A series of straps cross over her chest, creating a star shape over her bust.
Everything about her dress appears to draw the eye to her generous assets, from her pert yet deliciously plush behind to her large perky chest. She stands a little above Emily in terms of height, however, it appears that is only so thanks to a large pair of black leather boots which add several inches to her height.
In one of her dainty pale hands she swipes and types at a large smartphone, her eyes darting from the screen to me as she looks for something.
"Um... No, I don't really use any..." I muse, pausing to think for a second. "I have a Face..."
"Facebook? Yeah, I found that one" the pale woman huffs, raising her unnaturally red eyebrows. "You haven't posted in... Five years yeah? That's perfect" she muses, playing with her lip piercing.
"Hi, I'm..." Jennifer begins to pipe up, only to be silenced with a groan from the new arrival.
"Jennifer Shen, posted about your night out everywhere. You even featured on your job;s socials all the time. No chance, sorry but I don't want that baggage" she explains in a dry matter-of-fact tone. "Emily... Levy? Was it? E-V-Y? I can't find anything posted by..."
"My... I'm not allowed to make..." Emily mutters uncomfortably, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.
"I can work with that" the new girl states, her tone being downright business-like. "Are either of you looking for a..."
"What about..." Melissa begins to ask, a snorting laugh from the new girl cutting her off.
"Melissa Williams, local track star. You have multiple profiles for business and personal use on each platform right? Too much exposure, not enough empty space to work..."
"Oh yeah!?" Melissa huffs, her eyes narrowing as she squares up with the intruder. "If you know so much about us, why don't you tell us who the hell you..."
"Oh I know nothing about Jordan or Emily, that's why I want them" the warm chirps, her eyes glancing between me and the nerdy young woman greedily. "I'm Monica, I'm a... I guess a content creator? Photographer? Not an influencer exactly but..."
"Ooooh you like you know what you're doing" Jennifer coos, inching closer to Monica. "Could..."
"I already said no" huffs Monica, her eyes darting down to the busty Asian woman.
"No, you... Did she..." Jennifer mewls, the previous statements having passed her by.
"I'm looking for a new... Persona, something to work on from the ground up as I see fit. Hot bartender and party girl with an extensive posting history, and a track star are just to... Limiting, you know" Monica explains, her demeanor softening as she vents a little.
"Wait... So how long..." Emily pipes up, a hint of interest in her voice as her eyes dance over the busty form of the neon-haired woman.
"Oh I'm done with this project" Monica sighs, glancing down at her own body with no small amount of sadness. "I can't just... Change lanes, not after building a fanbase and investing... But if I were Emily Levy I could start up... I don't know... Books are hot on Tiktok at the moment, a sweet librarian type could get an audience. Or maybe I could do some fitness stuff as Jordan Hughes, get you nice and fit before making some more wholesome domestic content. Yeah, I'm sure that get some..."
"Wait... You mean it'd be permanent" I ask, slipping into the conversation.
"Yeah, hell I'll cover the whole cost if you want. Wait... No you can cover the whole cost so it'd save you money as..." Monica confusingly rambles, trying to mentally work around ownership pre and post swap.
"This is confusing" whines Jennifer, her gazes shifting off Monica as she loses interest in the girl that has no interest in swapping with her.
"Well that's too bad" Melissa states with a grin, "We're all only looking for a short term swap"
As Melissa makes her claim I watch as Emily shys away a bit, obviously having a very different idea now that the topic had been brought up. I myself grit my teeth, clicking my tongue as Melissa deflates and Monica perks up.
"Seems like you're mistaken sweetheart" coos Monica, the short pale woman inching closer to both Emily and myself as she slips past Jennifer and Melissa. "So, would you be interested in some a little more...long term?"
"I'm good with either" drones an exhausted sounding voice, the whole group whipping their heads around to look at the new face joining us. "I just need a break from...me..."
Our collective gaze falls onto a pale and tired woman in her early thirties, the hefty bags beneath her eyes compounding the beginning of crow's feet forming beside her mossy hazel eyes. Her hair is dry and wiry, the thick tangled mass having been pulled back tightly into a ponytail that hangs between her shoulders.
Her pale skin follows suit, appearing a little dried out beneath her layer of makeup. Thin lips and a larger Roman nose rest above her weak and rounded chin. Her face doesn't want for character, with a smattering of freckles running across her nose and a small beauty mark sitting above her lip.
She stands about as tall as Monica, though is unassisted in reaching his five-foot-seven height. Her frame itself is remarkably slender, her crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt clinging tightly to her body. Her hips are unremarkable, her behind being rather small yet pert and firm. Her chest however draws the eye, these massive mounds of tight fat straining the buttons in her blouse to their limits.
They act as a solid shelf beneath her, her bra acting to force her pale milkbags up into being a view-blocking wall of flesh. They're on par with Jennifer's, though on the much taller woman they appear to be both larger yet more proportionate at the same time. I wouldn't be surprised if she couldn't see Jennifer from her current position, the older woman shuffles and fiddles with her outfit as though it was causing no small amount of discomfort.
"Um... Sorry Ms..." Melissa mutters, breaking away from eyeing up the older woman's bust.
"Mrs." sighs the woman, shifting her shoulders a little as she tries to straighten up. "Sorry sorry, been a long day. Mackenzie Douglas" she says with a long breath, rubbing her eyes a little as her arm jostles the side of her immense bust.
"Right, Mcken... Sorry did you say Mrs.?" Melissa stammers, being taken aback by the woman's title.
Mackenzie holds up her left hand, revealing a cheap little metal ring that appears to cling and dig into her finger. "Yeah, been married for... A while, yeah" she muses, her tired tone giving way for a simpler and more natural one.
Melissa throws up her hands, shaking her head. "Sorry, nope. We need someone that can... You know... Is free to just... Leave... Like in the next few days, and..."
"Is your... Your husband looking to... Um..." Emily mutters nervously, Melissa's lips curling into a mischievous grin as she picks up what Emily was trying to ask.
"Em! Are you..." Melissa laughs, patting the demure girl on the back firmly.
"He... Nah, he wants nothing to do with this..." Mackenzie shrugs, sending her chest jiggling for all of us to ogle. As she brings him up her tired eyes drift over to me, her lips twisting into a grin as she catches me looking at her chest. "I wish I could get inside the head of men sometimes, see how they see and what they...enjoy"
Monica taps away at her phone, her eyes darting between the busty and exhausted woman and the screen as she tries to track down her profiles. "No... Insta... Guessing too old... For Tiktok... Is your Facebook."
"Private? Yeh, I never use it anyhow so what's the point" Mackenzie explains, her voice causing something on my head to scream uneducated or poorly read.
Monica's lips curl into a smile, her eyes darting over the three new options that had practically been served to her on a silver platter. Jennifer follows suit, beaming as she looks up at Mackenzie.
"Did you, ya know, go to college or..." Jennifer asks, still eagerly searching for her rumored solution to enhance her own mind. "Like... I don't wanna do anything forever, but I'm used to hard work and..."
"Yeh, yeh I went to college" Mackenzie says with a smirk, revealing her faintly coffee and wine-stained teeth for the first time. "Finished early to, least earlier than most."
Smiling wider than ever, Jennifer quickly flounces over to Mackenzie as her eyes go wide. From the other side of the circle we had formed Mackenzie's bust must have appeared far different to the mounds that soon stares Jennifer in her face.
"So... Until next..." Jennifer practically purrs, giddily bouncing and sending her own voluminous rack jiggling in the gray tank top.
"I supp..." Mackenzie begins to respond, only to be cut off by Monica and Melissa.
"Hey!" The two redheads cry, each looking between Jennifer and Mackenzie.
"What about us?" Melissa asks, looking at Jennifer and gesturing between herself and Emily. "We're heading to college, and we 'need' a short-term swap."
"Don't make any decisions yet!" Monica states firmly at the same time as Melissa. "Why only rent when you can buy right?"
"Yeah! Swap with her!" Melissa snaps, looking between me and Jennifer. "Then we can do a nice short-term thing between..."
"But... Like, he said he taught at college right" Jennifer muses, stepping away from Mackenzie and closer to me. "Maybe he'd be..."
"Nah uh" Melissa huffs, pushing Emily closer to me as she wraps an arm around her shorter friend's shoulders. "We found him first. So come on, if you're swapping it's with one of..."
"Like I said, why rent when you can buy right?" Monica chuckles, cocking her hip as she places her hand on it. "I'm still interested in seeing what sort of audience I could make as him. Otherwise, Emily? Mackenzie? Come on, you know you..."
"He does...fit..." Whispers Emily beneath her breath, wriggling her wide hips a little as she nudges Melissa. "Mom wouldn't... Are you..."
"Hey, if you want him he's all yours. Though I wouldn't mind..." Melissa chuckles, her own eyes shifting to devour my form as she contemplates a European vacation as a tall and still relatively young man.
"What about me?" Sighs Mackenzie, her eyes lingering on me for a moment. "A break would so good, and as a guy it'd be... How long do you wanna swap? I'm open for..."
"I'll swap with..." Jennifer blurts out, pausing as she suddenly remembers why she had walked over to me in the first place. "Wait... I mean if he... Then we could...
"No way!" Melissa chirps, looking down at the busty Chinese girl. "We still need someone to..."
"She can swap with..." Mackenzie begins to dryly snap back, only to be drowned out by Monica.
"For a temporary thing? Come on Emily, I saw that look..." Monica states, prodding at the shy young woman with her words. "Or Mackenzie, I'm fine with dealing with your husband... So long as this is a permanent..."
"I'm... Not sure..." Mackenzie states, gritting her stained teeth. "My family is..."
"Family?!" Cry Monica and Jennifer simultaneously.
"I mean... They're really good kids..." Mackenzie mutters, her eyes darting away as she fails to make eye contact with any of us.
Jennifer swallows hard, fidgeting nervously for the first time since this all began. "I...no I... Well...if it's only for like a..."
"Kids... I never... Mommy blogs are a thing, though the algorithm cracked down on that content a while back. Maybe I could... No... Well actually..." Monica mutters in kind, trying to work out what to do with this new information.
Mackenzie looks over to me, a subtly sly smile cutting through the worried and exhausted expression on her face. "It'd be good practice for being a dad, like I'm sure your wife... girlfriend? Whatever, I'm sure they'd like you seeing the other side of things... like..."
The bickering seems ceaseless, with someone getting frustrated as another two paired off before backing out. eyes dart between the five women, my heart rate quickening as each rapidly pleads their cases or tries to block each other from finalizing any sort of agreement.
I still wasn't sure what I wanted out of all this, my growling stomach reminding me that I had barely even entered the Swap Meet before being swamped by this growing crowd. Perhaps quieter conversations were needed, with over half the women having jumped in once they heard something of interest.
With the argument seemingly going on forever I clear my throat, making a decision on whether to make a swap and who with.
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