Severance at the Swap Clinic - Part Three

Before I even notice what I'm doing I feel my thumb press against the screen, a new pop-up flashing up immediately after.

 

Purchase Confirmed

Sales Confirmed

Please Return to Front Counter

Glancing to the left my gaze falls onto the bubbly young woman behind the front counter, her own eyes darting to the screen resting atop the desk as some sort of notification pops up. Her thin lips part as she reads, her pink tongue poking through held between her perfect white teeth in concentration as she takes in all the information.

As the realization of what I had done begins to settle in I pull myself to my feet, my knees shaking as my nervousness mounts.

"Did I really just..." I think to myself, stumbling slightly in my stupor as I approach the counter. A slight smirk spreads across my face despite my best efforts, the thought of adding all that money to the severance and my savings leaving me in a downright giddy state despite knowing how I was going to be earning it.

"That...may...be...a..." mutters the young woman at the front counter under her breath, fidgeting with a pen and twirling it skillfully between her pudgy fingers. "I mean...it could...but..." she continues with a hiss, shifting to click at her pen distractingly.

"Um...hello?" I ask, ducking my head down a little as I try to get the dark-haired woman's eye. Snapping from her own train of thought she jumps a little, obviously but unreasonably surprised by my less than sudden appearance.

"Oh...uh...hello...Mr. Hughes was it?" she chirps, her voice quickly shifting to the bright and bubbly 'retail workers' voice that she had used when I first arrived. Her emerald eyes dart down to my tablet, reading the pop-up as a light bulb practically lights up in her head. "Let me just..." she mutters, reaching over the counter as she tries to take the tablet off of me. Without so much as a second thought I pass it to the short doughy woman, watching intently as she glances between it and her screen.

The warm smile on her thin lips fades as she reads both the tablet and whatever was on her screen, an anxious grimace spreading over her face as she turns back to look at me.

"Sir..." she says with a bit of a quiver in her voice, struggling to maintain the bright and cheery expression. "Um...look, can I be candid for a moment?" she asks, the mask of her retail and customer service slipping slightly.

"Um...sure?" I respond, leaning in over the counter in a conspiratorial manner.

"Thank god" she sighs, shoulders slumping as if a curse was being lifted. "I noticed your choice of new ass" she states in a manner that sounds downright crass in her sweet voice as she speaks in a rather frank and dreary manner.

"It was...well cheaper than..." I mutter back, my defense falling on deaf ears.

"Sure, whatever. But you've also gone with being delicate, which may not mesh as well as you think" she explains, the certainty in her statement being borne from far too much experience. "You want pear-shaped, wide real estate for your new behind. It's cheap too...assuming that's something that actually matters to you" she continues, smirking as she questions my reasoning for making my purchases.

"I...uh..." I stammer back, struggling to formulate a response. "But I've already..."

"Oh I can change that sir" she chirps, her customer service voice snapping back into place in an instant. "Miss clicks happen, I can make the adjustment right now before you..."

"Fine! Fine..." I state, wincing as the first one comes out a little too loudly for my comfort. The young woman smirks as she makes the adjustment at the computer, reveling in being right as well as changing my mind so easily.

With a few loud clicks and clacks at her keyboard the young receptionist quickly finishes up the changes, her gaze returning to me as she steps around the side of the counter. She pauses for a moment, the pleasant smile on her lips falling away briefly as she subtly gestures for me to follow along.

Looking around for a second I glace back behind me and towards the waiting room, confirming that no one I knew was there nor watching me. With a slight sigh of relief I hastily begin to follow along behind the short doughy woman, my eyes roaming over her as she guides me down the left wing of the building.

She was barely in her twenties, though at the Swap Clinic that meant nothing as to her actual age. Her long silky black hair sways in a tight ponytail behind her, grazing her back with each of her rolling steps. Her white blouse is just slightly too small, the tight fabric straining around her upper arms and midsection.

She looks poured into a set of black dress pants, her lower body matching the business ensemble. Her flabby thighs and behind bulge in the shiny material, the outline of the panties beneath flashing through for an instant as her hips rock.

I'm so mesmerized by the roiling motion of her behind that I barely notice her stop, the short receptionist standing in front of one of the room. She turns to face me, reaching into her pocket as she pulls a small plastic card from her pocket. Grinning warmly she presses the small card against the handle, a loud beep sounding in response before a louder clunk echoes through the hall.

"Alright sir, this way" she chirps, tugging at the handle and opening the door for me.

Inside is rather dark, a small space that is closer to a broom closet than a real room. The walls and floor are coated in what appear to be white tiles, a small drain resting in the center of the ever so slightly sloped floor. The ceiling is dotted with dozens of tiny holes, for what purpose I had yet to know.

Looking down at the woman she merely nods towards the room once again, her foot tapping against the carpeted floor impatiently. Her eyes dart between me and the front desk, her desire to return to the front counter and her computer more than obvious.

"So I just..." I ask, trailing off as I step into the room.

Before I get a response however I feel the door hit me from behind, the impatient young woman slamming it shut and shoving me inside with one fed-up action.

The room is pitch black for a moment, the door resting perfectly flush with the frame itself. Before my eyes can adjust too much to the sudden darkness slender shafts of light begin to flicker to life, a few of the small holes in the ceiling apparently serving as lighting.

"Welcome" coos a gentle pre-recorded voice, an automated PA system designed to be as calm and soothing as possible. "Please disrobe so we can begin."

Before long my clothes are piled into the corner of the room, my comfortable hoodie resting atop a loose black shirt and a well-worn set of blue jeans. My boots sit nestled underneath it all along with my black socks and boxers.

As I stand in the surprisingly warm room it all finally dawns on me just what was happening, the reality of what I had signed up to. Before I can do much about it a faint hissing begins to fill the room, various floral scents reaching me as I feel my legs begin to shake.

A sense of dullness begins to creep through my body, a strange state of lessened sensation mixing with a noted fixation on what little sensation I had left. With my legs finally giving out I lean up against a wall, sliding down to the ground as I'm forced to scrunch up to fit as my long legs reach the other side of the tiny room.

"Deep breaths" coos the recorded voice, a faint soothing musical track fading in behind it that would be perfect for meditation. "In... and out..." it chimes, my muddled mind becoming unfocused momentarily as I find myself just following along in a dream-like state.

"Now we can begin"