With a deep breath I look over at Monica, my gaze darting between her cute lightly freckled face and her large prominently displayed chest. The gears in my head spin and turn as I try to piece together what to do. I had only come here to check out the Swap Meet, maybe to do a temporary swap, but here I was considering giving up being me permanently.
A slight hiss escapes my lips, the subtle noise failing to get any of the girl's attention as they bicker and fight over who would be swapping with who. Before I can get out a word I watch as the very tired and increasingly frustrated Mckenzie throws up her hands in a weak surrender.
"Know what? I'm just gonna let you all work this out" she grumbles, shuffling away towards the crowd around the center in search for some people experiencing less drama.
Taking my chance I clear my throat, struggling to look at the pierced young woman in her bottle-green eyes.
"Uh, so Monica... were you still..." I croak out, my blood running cold as I realize just what I was suggesting.
The pale girl with neon red hair blinks at me for a moment in shock. As my cut and thrust slowly sinks in however her plump dark red lips twist into a smirk. She quickly takes a step towards me, getting in close both to mark her new territory as well as getting some greater understanding of the body she would soon be wearing as her own.
"I suppose we could work something..." she begins to coo, her light yet sultry voice being buttery smooth as her eyes drift up and down my towering form.
Emily squeaks in shock, her magnified eyes going wide as two of her own options appeared to be pairing off before her eyes. As if on cue Melissa pipes up, her loud and energetic voice cutting over Monica's.
"Fine! Jen, did you wanna try this out?" she groans in an almost exasperated tone, wincing a little as she looks down at the busty Asian woman who stands over a foot shorter than her own athletic build.
The tiny Chinese woman looks up at Melissa in shock, her dark brown eyes glancing over at the equally shocked-looking Emily as if waiting for her to speak up. The bespectacled young woman's lips part, as if to speak up, but as se looks at her towering friend she quickly shys away.
"You serious?!" Jen chirps, bouncing a little and sending her relatively massive chest bouncing in a manner that leaves Melissa wincing at the sight. "Like...I mean if you wanna then I'll totally..."
"Yeah yeah, come on" huffs the redhead, eager to lock in something to allow her the freedom to go on her trip. As she steps out from our makeshift group she looks down at Emily, giving the rather awkward girl a weak smile. "I promise, we'll find you something once I'm..." Melissa says in an attempt to reassure her friend, her sentence falling short as her gaze locks on the dim pint-sized woman she would soon become.
"But... I..." Emily whispers, quickly coming to grips with being the only person who wanted to swap but was being left out. Swallowing these emotions she looks around the room, sighing as she realizes she'd need to talk to even more strangers to find a way out of her grounding.
"Just... Just wait here for..." Melissa states hurriedly, her hand getting snatched by an excited Jennifer as she is practically dragged away.
"So... Shall we?" coos a voice in my ear, shivers running down my spine as I indulge in the dulcet tones. A slender arm snakes its way around my own, linking Monica and I at the elbow.
I don't have much of a chance to protest, the overly eager young woman soon taking the lead as she pulls us away from Emily and towards the main stage at the left end of the hall.
I soon lose sight of Jennifer, the tiny girl's frame being hidden in the shuffling crowd of people ambling about. Melissa however is far harder to lose, her red hair standing out like a beacon in the sea of shifting bodies.
"I promise, you'll love being Monica Dungate" states Monica, finally revealing her last name. "Do you like sewing? Knitting? Gardening? My fans love that sort of homey and humdrum stuff"
"I... well..." I mutter, my heart sinking as I realize I never really learned all that much about the woman I had tentatively agreed to swap with. I only really knew she did something with social media, photography and whatnot.
Fighting my nervousness I glance around to room, looking over some more of the crowd as I mutter out "I... Kinda... What did you do again?"
"Only 'kinda'?" Monica chuckles, the tittering of her laugh sounding undoubtedly feminine. She rolls her eyes a little with a slight sigh before slumping a little, "still more than me I bet..."
My focus is ripped from the girl dragging me through the hall as my gaze lands on an odd sight. A pale woman in her early-to-mid forties stands towering over a young Japanese woman who couldn't be older than twenty.
Milf is the first word that comes to mind as I stare at the older woman, the statuesque and athletic pale figure standing at about five-foot-eight and with curves for days.
Wavy and meticulously styled shimmer black hair gracefully falls over the older woman's narrow shoulders, the black locks framing her classically beautiful yet time-worn face. Icy blue eyes stare down at the young woman in front of her, artificially whitened teeth nibbling at her perfectly painted red lips.
A shelf of unnaturally perky flesh tents out the older woman's moss green tank top, the weathered cleavage on display having been surgically enhanced at some point over the past few years. A pair of teal sweat pants cling to the woman's lower body, revealing a set of firm muscular legs and a plump smackable behind that appears poured into the stretchy material.
Despite the obvious curves on the older woman they, strangely enough, don't hold a candle to those on her shorter and younger partner.
The young woman's soft and rounded face is framed with her own mass of shoulder-length hair, though the lengthy locks appear far drier and less well maintained than those of the Milf. The young woman's nose is a little squished, the upturned button nose resting as the centerpiece of her adorable face.
This cuteness doesn't last long as my gaze traces down her five-foot-two frame, my eyes going wide as I drink in her overtly sensual curves. Her chest is only slightly smaller than that of the Milf, in a relative sense, but appears to be entirely natural. Her plain white cotton t-shirt strains almost painfully outwards, the teardrop-shaped breasts sagging rather substantially under their own weight.
Her build is relatively average, a faint amount of fat clinging to her arms and legs. Her hips, much like her bust, bucks this trend and span out to create a rollercoaster ride of a silhouette. A pair of slightly faded 'jeans' adhere to her backside and legs tightly, the blended material being made of a far more stretchy fabric as to fit over the immense rear she was carrying around.
At first it looks as though the older woman was trying to convince the young Asian, the sight of the older woman towering over the nervous-looking girl bringing up worries of coercion or something worse being involved.
However, it soon appears as though the Milf is lost in deep thought. She hems and haws as the busty young woman seems to eagerly nod and shuffle towards the stage in an effort to get the Milf to follow.
"Hey!" snaps Monica, her voice bringing me back to reality. "Were you listening? This was for your..." she huffs, looking over to what I had been looking at. A mixture of emotions quickly make their way across the pale woman's face, from frustration to amusement.
Out of the corner of my eye I watch as Melissa slowly climbs up onto the stage in the distance, with her and Jessica joining a very short queue for the single Swap Clinic machine at this little meeting.
"Not thinking of leaving this for one of them are you?" Monica asks, arching her back a little as she fiddles with the thin black straps over her breasts. A cheeky grin spreads across her dark lips as she watches me stare down at her chest, her reminder as to what I would soon be getting in our exchange appearing to have its intended effect.
"H...Hey!" calls a nervous and meek voice from behind us, the sudden intrusion causing Monica to jump a little as she quickly adjusts the straps on her dress to be a little less revealing.
Looking behind us we're met with the sight of the curly-haired woman I had seen upon my arrival. Her soft and somewhat doughy cheeks burn a deep crimson, the embarrassment of approaching us. Her soft red lips quiver nervously, her eyes struggling to maintain contact with my own.
Up close, what I thought had been stark black hair appears to be more of an extremely dark brown. Her luscious curls bounce ever so slightly as she fidgets in place, the occasional strand separating and giving away her true hair color under the harsh lights of the auditorium.
Her pink polka dot dress somehow both clings tightly to her average to pudgy physique and hangs loosely around her. The slight pouch of flab around her belly and hips are highlighted by the girly outfit, while her relatively slender arms and arms appear hidden inside the lengthy attire.
Before I can say anything Monica, clearly eager to shoo the new person away begins to pipe up. "Sorry, but we're sort of..."
"H... hello, I mean..." squeaks the curly-haired woman, her extremely light and airy voice making it seem like she couldn't so much as hurt a fly let alone talk about to someone with as much personality and Monica. "Did you... Can we swap?" she asks, the words coming out like it was almost painful to say.
Monica clicks her tongue a little at the question, both easing up her grip on me while also moving to shuffle me a little closer to the stage behind us. "Sorry, Ms..." she begins to say, suddenly getting cut off by the nervous woman.
"Millicent... I mean my friends call me Milli... I mean..." the curly-haired girl squeaks, her nerves leaving her voice spiking into almost painfully high octaves.
"Okay, Milli. I'm... Do you have any sort of..." Monica begins to ask, subtly checking for more options in her potential new life.
"Oh, gosh" Millicent winces, her jaw dropping a little at Monica's question. "Sorry, but I... I was talking to... Him" she explains, pointing up at me as the young woman points up at my face from her own five-foot-four frame.
Monica quickly reaffirms her grip around my arm, squeezing her bountiful chest against me as a reminder to me and to try and make it obvious I was 'spoken for'.
"I'm sorry Millicent, but he's already asked..." Monica begins to state in an overly sweet tone, only to be cut off by the nervous young woman.
"But... But... I saw how he... and you're wanting to try being a girl... a woman right? I just wanted to try being a... but I can't find any who... or at least I can see any considering..." Millicent interjects as she fumbles with her words, fidgeting and swaying her deliciously wide hips from side to side as her dress sways along with her.
"There are plenty of..." Monica mutters, a little frustrated at being cut off.
"Then... then you could..." Millicent whimpers, unable to look at Monica in the eye. "I mean... you could find anyone to swap... I just want... want to try being a... a man for a while."
Behind us I hear a loud yell of excitement from the stage area. I quickly look over my shoulder to see Jennifer and Melissa begin to walk toward the large machine at the center of the stage.
Jennifer leaps and bounds towards the further pod, racing and leaping as fast as her short little legs can carry her. Melissa on the other hand shuffles along quite a bit more slowly, muttering something under her breath and fiddling with a phone as she strides towards the closer of the two metallic pods.
"Well that sounds like you just need to ask someone..." Monica begins to state, again trying to ward Millicent away as to get us up to the stage to seal the deal. Before she can finish her sentence however a familiar voice pipes up, cutting the busty young woman off.
"W...Wait!" cries Emily, the nervous and meek girl racing up to us. Her own large blue eyes dart up to the stage, a lower whimper escaping her lips as she watches her friend stand before the pod and one step closer to her European vacation.
"Sorry" coos Monica, leaning down a little despite only being a few inches taller than Emily thanks to her large boots. "Jordan here got in..."
"Swap with me" Emily manages to bark out, her voice quivering and her eyes locking to me. "I have to go to... I can't let Mel and Paige go without... I need to have this..."
"And I'm sure you will" Monica coos, trying her best to placate the curvaceous nerd as best she could. "Just wait for your friend to get..."
"No!" cries Emily, balling up her tiny delicate hands into a loose fist as she tries to steel herself. "I... can't just wait and... what if she can't..." she whimpers, spiraling a little as if on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry but you should have spoken up" Monica states, her tone growing a little closer to the more business-like state she had introduced herself with. She straightens back up, arching her back a little and cocking her hips in the tight black goth dress.
As if trying to compete, Emily shuffles nervously, puffing up her rather large yet very well restrained and obscured chest as she nervously shifts her fairly wide hips. Millicent simply stands there silently, murmuring and muttering a bit under her breath. She either didn't notice the two women trying to draw my attention or is simply too shy and nervous to address the scene.
"It'd just be until we get... get back... before college" huffs Emily, struggling to act anything close to 'alluring' like the far more practiced Monica. "You could... try out being a*..."* Emily pleads, trying to make her case.
"Sorry, did you say college?" squeaks a meek and nervous little voice, the tension in the group collapsing as we all turn to face the new addition to our discussion.
Looking down beside me I'm met with a long shimmering mop of sunset red hair, the new addition to our impromptu discussion being no taller than 5'2". As if sensing I was staring she turns to look up at me, our eyes meeting and her puffy cheeks begin to glow bright red to match the long silky hair that reaches down to her lower back. She simply stares up at me with deep green eyes, her thin lips quivering as she smiles weakly up at me.
Her face can only be described as cute, from the delicate jawline and her pinchable chipmunk cheeks everything about her face screams cutesy. As she smiles slightly a faint glimmer of metal strikes out from between her lips, a hint of braces that she immediately moves to hide from the group.
She is dressed in a rather modest blouse, not too dissimilar from that hidden beneath Emily's sweater, that practically hangs from her slender frame. The off-white material dating the ruffled shirt, giving a second-hand feel to her outfit. A faint outline of a black bra can be seen underneath, the straps making the biggest impact in contrast to her light skin and top. Her chest is modest at best, being dwarfed by even the smallest chest of the women in our group.
The second-hand look is carried on with her lower body, the high-waisted earthy brown colored maxi skirt feeling like it had come out of the 1970s as floral patterns dot the airy material. Despite the modest size of her chest her lower body seemed a little more dramatic. While her pale and petite build lacked much in the way of curves, the way her maxi skirt hung from her waist indicated a hint of some immensely wide hips and behind hidden beneath.
"I'm looking to swap with someone going to college. I mean... no that sounds... oh I've..." whimpers the squeaky young woman, her eyes immediately drifting to the ground beneath her as her confidence wanes dramatically.
There is a short pause between us, the only sound reaching us being the subtle crackling of the now much closer Swap Clinic device and the cacophony of sound from the crowd around us. Clearing my throat I speak up, trying to help the young redhead.
"I'm Jordan, I used to teach at Lathem nearby here. And I think Emily here is planning on..." I say softly as I gesture to Emily, trying my best to soothe the deflated redhead.
She suddenly perks up, looking up at me with wide eyes.
"Really!?" she coos, not even looking at Emily. "I'm Sally, McDonald. I mean..." she squeaks, introducing herself before freezing up. It appears gears are turning in her head, some unknown thoughts racing through her mind before she speaks again. "I was... um... thinking of going to... there... maybe swapping with an ex-teacher would..." she explains, her voice straining more and more with each continuation of the sentence.
"McDonald?" asks Monica, fiddling with her phone while refusing to release my arm from her grasp. "M-*A-*C or M-C?" she asks, her eyes darting over her phone.
Sally jerks up a little, looking at Monica in awe as she drinks in the sight of the pale neon-red-haired woman. Her jaw shifts a little, as if it is going to drop, before she quickly manages to keep it closed.
"Um... M... C..." Sally responds slowly, a little dumbfounded.
"I can't... do you not have any..." Monica asks, scrolling through various apps on her phone.
"Not really" Sally winces, her eyes looking away nervously once more. "I just never... Sorry..."
"Don't be sorry" Monica states, smirking a little as she begins to think a little more about her decision and her own situation. "Are you looking to..."
"I think she's looking for a temporary thing" I explain, shrugging a little. "To check out colleges before moving right?"
"Yeah!" Sally squeaks nervously, a hint of unsureness creeping through in her voice. "I mean, I can do a permanent... or longer term... I mean, I could see colleges as someone who isn't attending... right?"
"Do you..." Emily mutters, wringing her hands as she finally speaks for the first time in a while. "Do you have a... uh... passport?"
"Ye... Yeah, of course" Sally responds, her voice shaking nervously as she creaks out her answer. "Were you wanting to... or how about..." she half asks, turning to look at the curly-haired Millicent.
"No!" squeaks the sweet girl in the polka dot dress, her hands flying up in refusal. "Sorry, I mean... I just... I only want to see if... If I'm this... this... way... naturally" she responds, gesturing at her pink polka dot dress and pair of pink ballet flats. "If I'm a... a man would I still be this... this..."
"Girly?" chuckles Monica, causing Millicent to glow an even brighter shade of red.
"Well... these two are swapping... so I guess...." mutters Emily, only to be cut off by Monica.
"I mean, we aren't swapped yet" states Monica, looking down at Sally while still clinging to my arm possessively. "So... are you usual dressed in this sort of... Vintage sty..."
"Hey!" squeaks Emily, squirming in place as she shifts from her weak attempts to show off the curves hidden beneath her heavy wool sweater. "You can't... You can't just keep taking all the..."
"I'm not taking anything" Monica grumbles, rolling her eyes at the immature young woman's complaints. "I'm just trying to make sure my permanent swap is the best it can be. So, as I was saying..."
"If...if you aren't swapping with... with her can we... maybe..." mutters Millicent, inching closer to me as her gaze darts between myself and the daunting machine behind us.
"He... Hey!" Emily squeaks, even louder than before. Her lips twist into a pout, her cute yet fairly plain face frowning as she stares the polka dot-adorned woman down from behind her glasses. "If she's not swapping with him then I have next..."
"I... I can swap with..." Sally pipes up, leaning into the group and looking between all of us eagerly and with an anxious smile.
"I never said I wasn't going to swap with Jordan" groans Monica, squeezing herself against my arm once again as if to reaffirm to claim to my body in our original agreement. "But if another... offer were to come up" she whispers under her breath, our proximity helping me make out her words over the conversations around us.
As this new group begins to collapse into all too similar arguments of who will swap with who, I hear a familiar squealing come from behind me. As the women begin to interrogate each other about their lives and wants or accuse each other of 'swap-blocking' one another, I watch as 'Melissa' erupts from one of the pods on the stage.
She squeals and yelps in absolute excitement, leaping and bounding to great heights on her long and powerful legs.
"Next!" calls a man from the stage, his gaze falling to the small set of steps leading up to the raised wooden platform. The queue stands empty, the lab coat-adorned man soon looking around at those standing around the stage in an effort to find the next set of swappers. Our eyes meet for a moment, the man in his early thirties nodding towards myself and Monica as she hangs from my arm to talk down to Sally beside us.
I nod to the attendant, turning around to face...
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