As I look at the plain-looking app on the tablet, my eyes immediately glazing over at the poorly formatted black text on a white background, I quickly pull my phone from my pocket. Opening my banking app I look at my savings account, staring at the few thousand dollars in savings I had now bolstered by my severance of $100,000.
I had intended to use that money for a house deposit, something to help support me or settle down roots someplace now that I was free from the college I worked at and needing to live close by in the city. However, the thought of making some changes was simply too enticing to pass up at least investigating first.
As I scroll through the list of traits, both mental and physical, I find myself wincing at some of the prices. With traits like doctorates or large age reductions costing well over $100,000 dollars just on their own. With a deep breath I decide to take things one step at a time, hoping to trade like for like to keep the cost down.
"Don't want to blow it all in one place" I chuckle to myself quietly, "I mean...assuming I even go through with this...
Starting from the top of the page I begin to work through each trait category by category, my heart skipping a beat as I see the first entry... 'Sex'. Glancing from side to side I feel my face turned flushed, a niggling thought burrowing into my mind. "I what if I tried it for...just a bit" I think to myself, my finger inching towards the Female option. "I mean...it's pretty cheap and..." my train of thought continues, derailing as I tap at the plus sign to the right of the trait and a pop-up abruptly appears on the screen.
New Trait Selected - Please Select Trade In
(Okay) (Don't Show Again)
As I tap the prompt to not remind me to trade in my traits I quickly press at the minus symbol next to the Male option, my eyes darting up to the top of the tablet as I watch a little shopping cart pulse in confirmation of the selection. I can't help but gasp as I read the little number next to it, the shock of seeing my...me being given a set value causing chills to run down my spine
Total: +$70 [Checkout]
"They'll...pay me for..." I mutter, reassessing my plan for a moment before shaking it off. "No, no keep the cost down...I mean...assuming I spend anything at all" I think to myself, trying to sure up my resolve in the face of what I was doing.
Moving onto hair color I almost want to move on entirely, not being too upset with my light brown hair and finding the costs for some of the more interesting colors being well more than I was willing to pay. However, as I note the slight difference between light and dark brown I quickly make the change, eager to pad my credit balance before I had to make any larger changes.
As I reach the hair length section I can't help but smirk slightly. Despite the more lengthy options running from hundreds to over a thousand dollars, I find myself drawn to the ear length option and selling my short hair as I quickly begin to lose the credits I had already banked.
Looking over the eye section I swallow hard, my breath catching in my throat as I see the costs listed on my screen. My bright blue eyes would already net me quite a lot of credit, their golden ring in the center netting me even more. The thought of earning thousands of dollars for simply changing my eye color is all too enticing, despite my love for my own eyes I quickly select to sell the traits. Looking over the other options I let out a bit of a huff, selecting brown as my new eye color as I try to earn as much value as I can from the 'less important' traits.
"Brown hair, brown eyes... sounding pretty plain" I think to myself, taking a long deep inhale and exhale as I try to mentally picture this imaginary woman.
Moving my hand over the screen, swiping down to the next section I glance at my pale complexion. Being a bit of a homebody I had never quite gotten the sun I needed, leaving me being relatively pasty and prone to burning. With a smirk, my eyes darting to the large amount of credit I was earning for my eyes, I quickly select light tan as I sell off my pale complexion.
My stomach sinks as I see the next option, the list of various amounts o years people were willing to sell for some truly exorbitant prices. While most were expensive and for a decent chunk of time a few rare few popped up on screen before being quickly snapped up, the small single year sales likely only being done by young folks trying to get into bars and get the drinking money for that night. Looking at the prices I hiss through clenched teeth, my eyes darting between the list of traits and the section above listing what I would be getting for my eyes.
Darting my eyes from side to side I slyly select an option for just below a decade of age reduction, wincing as I watch the credit I had earned rapidly evaporate before my eyes while still remaining in profit. A faint smile spreads over my lips, the thought of returning to being eighteen once again with the headstart of all I know now being far too enticing to deny.
My eyes go wide as I reach the height section, my lips curling into a wider grin as I see just how many thousands of dollars my 6'4" frame was worth. "Well...a girl doesn't need to be thaaaat tall" I think to myself, quickly selling my height as a new pop-up appears
[Warning]
No 'Height' Selected
Please Make a Selection
[Okay] Tilting my head from side to side I try to make a selection, my eyes darting between the smaller options on the list. Despite not wanting to be all too short, enjoying my towering height quite a bit, the draw of earning even more credit calls to me. I eventually select a seller offering up their 5'4" frame, making yet even more credit for myself.
Looking down at myself, my baggy jeans and hoodie obscuring my body, I'm forced to reckon with my own build. While certainly not chubby or fit I wouldn't call myself all too slender beyond my lanky limbs. Selecting to trade away my Average build I'm forced to quit out of another pop-up a warning to make sure that I select a new build for myself. I hover over chubby for a moment, wondering if my metabolism could fight that back and return me to my average state or if this would simply be my new baseline, before inching towards a build listed as delicate. My mind's eye quickly turns to the thought of some dark-haired and dark-eyed girl, her delicate features and stature seemingly darling.
Despite knowing how much it would cost another of my eye-related trade-ins, leaving me to pay the rest out of pocket, I quickly make my selection of my new Petite and Delicate build.
Reaching the next section I can't help but blush nervously, the thought of selecting a bust size for this new figurative young woman making me chuckle a little under my breath. A pop-up appears on screen before I can even make a selection, quickly drawing my attention.
Sold Trait 'Sex:Male' Incompatible with Sold Trait 'Chest:Any'
Please Either;
Finish Sale To Assess Chest Size Post Swap
or
Sell Traits Only Relating To Current State
(Purchases May Still Be Made) Reading through the wall of text I look down at my chest, smirking slightly as I realize what it meant. "I guess I am pretty flat at the minute" I think to myself, my chuckling continuing. "Should I...take the risk or just..." I think to myself, my eyes darting over the options. I watch as the prices escalate and escalate with each cup size, swallowing hard as I see anything above average costing thousands of dollars. However, I can't help but cock my eyebrow as I notice the scant few G and H cup sales costing next to nothing. Wanting to save some money and not wanting to be a B Cup like my mother, a likely outcome for my female self, I select a H Cup with a slight wince at the thought of how this might turn out.
"It's...It's just too cheap..." I think to myself, struggling with my choice and moving on to the next one in an effort to take my mind off of it.
The hope of taking my mind off of the more sexual aspects of this imaginary body is quickly lost as I find myself looking over the options for its behind. Selecting to sell off my plain and average rear I'm left trying to determine just what to pick next. I once more cringe at the sight of the costs for perfect heart-shaped or even a plump behind, my gaze once again falling onto the cheaper of the options.
"I can't be seriously considering..." I mutter under my breath, nibbling at my lips as I tap at the Huge option in an effort to save even more money.
I squeeze my thighs together as I read the next heading, 'Cock Size', my nibbling at my lower lip quickly becoming more playful as I feel my ten-inch cock resting between my legs. Knowing I wouldn't be needing it in this hypothetical body I quickly sell it, relishing the sight of my credit going up even more.
With my cock twitching between my legs, stirring to life at both the pressure of my firm thighs against it at the thought of this stacked new body, I find myself coincidentally stumbling into the Libido section with a snorting laugh. Ducking my head down, embarrassed at the noise I had just made, I focus on what to do with this section. Guessing that my libido was about Average I move to sell it, glancing down at the more intense options. Again, going for a cheaper option, I select High as the negative cost of Intense worries to such a point the additional credit simply isn't enough to win out.
I'm forced to stifle the chuckling as I reach the next section, my mind wandering as I try to determine just what I would describe my Sensitivity as. Turning my mind to my 'alone time' and my past experiences I simply decide to lean towards Average as I move to focus on what to replace it with. I cringe at the sight of the costs for the add-on options, the thought of spendings hundreds to thousands to form new erogenous zones around their bodies.
However, as I linger on the thoughts of these enhanced areas of erotic bliss I struggle to shake them from my mind. "I mean...I've banked a lot of credit" I think mischievously as I quickly select Chest, Ass, and Thighs as additional erogenous zones. Deciding to splurge a little more on this more fun element I choose High sensitivity, still not being game in selecting the final worrying option.
I pause for a moment as I reach the traits relating to sexual preference, the thought finally hitting me of just how I would have to live as this newly constructed person. "Do I...should I just stay strai...I mean, a lesbian?" I ponder, hovering my finger over the minus symbol next to Attracted to Women. Yet again, deciding to further build my banked credit I sell off that attraction, purchasing Bi with a Preference Towards Men as I shift in my seat nervously.
"I'd better not regret that" I mumble to myself, worrying about just what shifting to swing even slightly the other way may do to my life.
Looking over the preference to the types of relationships I quickly select to sell off my Switch Leaning Sub nature. While I had been dominant in the past I still largely preferred to be the Submissive one in the relationship, the thought of not only being able to cement that perspective but also to profit from it being all too enticing to pass up.
The further question of monogamy versus polyamory however gives me further pause. I had in the past done both, but I had never been all too comfortable with the latter. Testing the waters I add Polyamorous, waiting for a pop-up telling me to delete my previous trait. However, after a short pause none come up as I'm left to move on as I grin at the thought of being freer with relationships in the future.
Reaching education gives me serious pause, my heart skipping a beat and my blood running cold as I look over the options and more importantly the prices they each went for. I had spent the past decade in the college system, studying intensely and eventually teaching after getting my postgraduate degree. Remembering the reduced age I had purchased for myself I'm forced to reckon with the question of whether I wanted to be some person who had been to the Swap Clinic or if I wanted to make bank and appear to have an age-appropriate education behind me.
With no small amount of reluctance, I begin to sell off my education one degree after another. I watch as the shopping cart pulses with each tap as I sell my Postgraduate Degree, Undergraduate (Distinction), Undergraduate (Poor), and my High school Diploma (Average). Having cut my education down to the very minimum I try to decide where to go from there, quickly selecting the best High school Diploma (Great) I can find on the list in an eager attempt to rewrite history.
Pausing for a second at the 'Intelligence' section I quickly race by. If I was losing my education I would need to earn it back, the thought of making that more difficult leaving me shivering with nervous tension.
As I scroll down to the 'Skills' section I begin to muse over what I had to give up, pondering as to if there were any skills I no longer used or needed that could be sold for even a little added value. Remembering back to my school years I find myself lingering on all the musical instruments I had been forced to learn as my extracurriculars. From drums to piano to guitar to singing, I had been put through the wringer in an effort by my overbearing mother to make me a more disciplined person.
Even though I was fairly rusty I go to trade in my skills at the Piano and Drums, despite these skills being relatively Poor. I still knew the basics, the scant years of practice being down lazily and long ago yet still sticking in my mind to this day. As I select these skills another pop-up appears, issuing a warning for me.
[Warning]
Misrepresentation of Skills May Result In Penalty
Please Trade In Your Traits Honestly
[Okay]
The warning gives me pause, but in the end I still to my choices. "It's not like I can put them any lower" I muse, moving away from the selling of those traits mentally as I turn my mind to what I'd like to add if anything.
While I had been trying to save money the whole time I'd been moving through the tablet, not really splurging on anything aside from the extras under 'Sensitivity', I finally feel myself cutting loose after the sale of my education. I quickly begin to fill my cart with all manner of artsy and crafty skills, having always wanted to learn but never really having the time or drive to learn. Art - Painting (Above Average), Art - Pottery (Average), Craft - Sewing (Average), Craft - Knitting (Average), Craft - Woodworking (Average) are all added to list of traits I had planned for this new eighteen-year-old me, apparently aiming on making her the artsiest person I could.
The lingering thought of the artsy girl I was making on the tablet feels far too appropriate as I reach the 'Style' section. Grumbling under my breath I find myself paying a little bit to get rid of my Casual style of dress, whispering to myself "That should just be free." Reaching into my pocket I pull out my phone, quickly Googling the fashions as I try to determine just what I really wanted to replace my comfortable jeans and t-shirts. I knew deep down that whatever I picked I would love once the swap occurred, that was the whole purpose of this purchase. However, I still wanted something I enjoyed now, something that felt right on this new self.
Thankfully, before I select Artsy I find it on Google. What I had thought would be cozy or subdued is instead bolder and more colorful than I really saw myself wearing. With a sigh of relief I finally settle on Hipster, both enjoying the cozy outfits and the rock-bottom cost of the trait in comparison to what else was on offer.
Reaching the next section I'm forced to scroll through to see all the traits up for offer, the large amount of 'Miscellaneous Features' making it obvious that this was someplace for everything that didn't have its own category. A little smirk spreads across my lips as I quickly spy Glasses on offer, the traits giving me further credit despite being a purchased trait. I follow it up by selling off my 20/20 vision, figuring I wouldn't be able to have both at once. With the large amount of credit stockpiled from that trade and my others I quickly race through the list in search of what this new body could really use as finishing touches.
I quickly add a few Ear Piercings, filling out my new ears with a few lobe, upper lobe, orbital, and helix piercings. To match this pierced aesthetic I add one Nose Piercing to the list, a little stud in the side leaving a cute asymmetry. Looking through the tattoos I add two Small Tattoos, one of a white gardenia on the shoulder and another simple black cat on the ankle, as well as a Medium Tattoo that also rests on the shoulder in a tangle of vines and watercolor flowers.
Happy with the aesthetic I had built up for this new self I finally end on the final section, my cock stirring once more as I find myself staring at a list of 'Fetishes'. At first I go to move on, happy with my slight interest in bondage and nothing more. However, noticing that people were willing to pay just a little to give them up I find myself adding Exhibitionist and Sex in Public kinks to help pay off the tattoos I had chosen for myself.
"I'm sure they're fine" I think to myself, "I mean it's not like my bondage shit has ever caused me any issues."
Before I finish up, my thoughts stuck to the lewd imagery the fetish section elicits, I quickly scroll up a little. With a pained hiss I select Amazing Flexibility, the thought of bending my legs behind my head or behind restrained in all manner of strange poses causing a bulge to form in my jeans. To that end I find myself quickly tacking on Plump Lips and No Gag Reflex, my eyes darting to my crotch as I realize that I may be on the receiving end of something like that if I go through with this.
With that I finish up, sighing and leaning back in my seat as I realize just how long I had been staring at the screen.
"Fuck..." I sigh, tilting my head up as I look away for a moment to rest my eyes. "That took...too long" I muse, cracking my neck from side to side and adjusting myself in the cheap plastic waiting room seat.
Returning my attention to the tablet I press the shopping cart icon, eager to see the damage to my wallet. However, as the checkout screen comes up my jaw drops in pleasant surprise instead as I find myself well into credit.
"Seventy-Five Thousand!?" I blurt out loudly, the shock of seeing that amount of money leaving me floored. "That can't be..." I mutter, stopping myself as I remember the number of corners I cut and expensive items I had sold.
The urge to cash in, to take the money and add it to my severance is fairly strong. I'd be young, relatively well educated for my age, and with one-hundred and thirty-five thousand dollars in my back pocket.
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
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