"Let's get you to a nice bed where you can cool off. Once you're feeling better we can send you home for the day" the doughy nurse chirps, the seemingly older woman giving me a small wink as she practically drags me down the hallway.
I struggle to really keep up, my stick-like legs merely dragging along the polished linoleum floor as the foreign woman walks up forward. How light was I? How much mass had I lost when I let that stupid mouse walk away with my body?
"I know how it is" the soft Irish woman coos, pulling me into a side room as I feel more of my long brown hair slide from some unknown location. "Young, free... well aside from folks like Mr. Vasquez tellin' ya what to do... but a day or a half can really make the..." she continues, pausing for a moment as she pauses the two of us beside a large plastic curtain.
I hear the rattling of plastic rings against metal, my agitated mind struggling to pay attention as the larger woman grabs the bottom of my hoodie. She quickly tugs it up and over my head, my arms flopping upwards with little resistance. Beyond the obvious illness draining me I feel downright pitifully weak, my arm being stick thin as the sweat-sodden hoodie is whipped off.
As the hoodie comes free I feel something shift around my head, a dark red beanie tumbling past my field of view before a bountiful bundle of wavy brown hair tumbles into my face. Next comes the sweater, the burgundy woolen number being just a little more difficult to rip from my slender form.
"Alright deary" coos the nurse, the Irish woman grabbing my attention with her soothing tone. With no small amount of effort she wheels me about, my limp and staggering form struggling up onto the once hidden and rather firm bed as the nurse heaves my light form up. "I'll get you something to help with all that... you know, and just let me know if you need..." she continues, shoving my limp drenched body onto the bed top before racing away to parts unknown.
Blinking rapidly, clearing the salty sweat from my long eyelashes, I try to take stock. It had all happened to quickly, from the night of using the machine to finding myself laying in some nurse's office. Despite how awful I feel, my stomach still churning painful as my body is practically coated head to toe in sweat, I can't help but smirk.
"It worked..." I wheeze under my breath, listening to my voice come out in an extremely soft and delightful tone. My head shakes, my neck aching as I try my best to keep it craned up, before I fall back into the cheap and oddly stiff pillow beneath me.
Panting heavily I feel the downright drenched t-shirt cling to my slender form, a rather sizable set of breasts becoming painted beneath the flimsy material. The thick mass of hair obscuring my vision seems endless, the feeling of the long locks reaching to the small of my back soon making itself known as I squirm in the bed.
I try to sit up, to reach up with a hand to wipe the sweat and hair from my eyes. However, as I wriggle on the bed I hear the nurse return with a small orange drink in hand.
"Here, here" the lovely woman coos softly, passing me the plastic container. I take the thing in my hand, my eyes going wide for a second as I realize just how small my new digits were in comparison to what I was used to. "Drink...Drink, you'll feel better before you..." the nurse urges, her words falling away as I catch my reflection in the mirror across the room.
Seated on the bed is a rather cute and mousey brunette, her long and slender face accented by some scant pimples on her jaw, dimple cheeks, and a large prominent nose. Her dark green eyes are hooded in a mixture of exhaustion and illness, the once large and expression pools of color instead struggling to focus.
Her hair is wild and messy, now free from the confines of the beanie she had once worn. The light brown locks are covered in a thick layer of grease and sweat from days or weeks without proper care, the back length strands splitting and fraying in a desperate cry for attention.
Her body is both well obscured, in no small part thanks to the excessively baggy jeans, as well as prominently displayed. It is weak and pitiful, with no real musculature to be spoken of and a decent amount of well-placed plush to give her form a delightfully feminine shape. Her chest is painted in the silhouette of her soaked white t-shirt, a perky and bulbous set of tits that stand as just a little larger than average on her petite frame.
"Come now" coos the nurse, her pudgy hand reaching up to mine as she practically guides the drink to my thin lips. Snapping back to reality I take a sip, shivering and squealing as the icy cold orange-flavored liquid hits my tongue. It's sweet and oddly salty, the piercing stare of the nurse urging me to guzzle it down gulp my uncomfortable gulp. "There we go..." she soothingly muses, taking the empty container from my hands "just rest up and I'll sign ya out."
I merely nod at the woman, watching as a smile quickly covers her doughy rounded face. She begins to waddle off with the rubbish in hand, sliding the curtain partially closed before looking back at me.
"Just shout if you need anything. I can call your mom or dad if you need a ride home" she coos softly, sliding the curtain fully closed before walking off to parts unknown.
I wait for a beat, letting the woman walk a little ways away before turning my mind to the body it now inhabited, a lecherous grin spreading across my newly thinned lips. "Holy...Shit..." I wheeze softly, swaying in place as I feel my head throb with each word.
Leaning over I feel my shirt slide over my chest, my eye twitching and my face wincing as the disgustingly wet top clings and shifts across my newly enlarged bust. Reaching down I grasp my chest in my petite hands, the firm mounds ever so slightly overflowing from my delicate slender fingers.
"Hello, Claire Fletcher" I giddily giggle, pawing lazily at my chest as I squirm in the bed. "Pleasure to meet me."
My blood runs cold as I notice footsteps returning near the bed, my hands shooting to my sides as the curtain whips open once more.
"Ms. Fletcher" snaps a familiar voice, the grumpy tone of the middle-aged man from the swapping room reaching me before my eyes reach his visage. "This had better not be some new method of avoiding your classes" he grumbles, his eyes narrowing once more as though to seek out some flaw in my sickness. "You always seem to have something during ma..."
"Harold, just let the girl..." the nurse snaps, trudging back over to square up with the man who stands nearly a head above her.
"It's Mr. Vasque..." he begins to grumble back, his inquisitive gaze turning back to the nurse and thankfully off of me.
"This is my office Harold" the nurse snaps, placing her hands on her wide hips. "Ms. Fletcher is my patient and she goes where I say, is that clear?" she states, narrowing her eyes up at the man. For a second he freezes up, his tan face growing red with embarrassment.
"I...of course Ms. Arch... Molly..." he states, giving the nurse a slight nod. The older man's gaze snaps back to me in an instant, causing me to jump a little in my seat. "You'd better listen to Ms. Archer, make sure you follow her direction to a T."
Before either myself or the nurse can respond the older man quickly makes his exit, racing from the room in which it was apparent he lacked the power he so craved. The nurse perks up as the man leaves, a pleased grin spreading across her face after defending her domain from the grumpy intrusive force.
"You just sit tight dear" she chuckles, flashing me a big smile. "I'll write you up a note for when you want to head home."
After the sudden intrusion into the pseudo-secluded space I simply focus on recovery, the urge to explore my stolen form being overpowered by how easily I could be walked in on. I try my best to simply relax, the twitching and quivering of my muscles as my downloaded mind tries to correct the thousands of newly formed connections doing little to help with the healing process.
Before long the overheating soon turns to a cold and freezing sensation, the wet sweaty t-shirt becoming downright freezing as I'm left shivering on the bed.
With my stomach only a little better, my mind still struggling with being crammed into the underdeveloped mind of some eighteen or nineteen-year-old, I slowly roll myself from the bed. The world spins for a moment as I feel my sneaker-clad feet make contact with the floor, the disorienting difference in the size of everything around me making my nausea worse by the second.
As I take my first unassisted set forward I expect it to be stumbling and flailing, my mind being unused to the mechanics of the body it now inhabited. However, despite my struggles I find my body practically gliding across the floor with each prancing step. I slow my cutesy stride, my eyes going wide as I look down at my perfectly practiced movements.
Yo, im just signing up for a swap class an got paired with a chik. how fuck am i?
Depends on how much you want to be fucked ;)
Nah like i dont know how to walk like a chick or nothing
You'll be fine, they don't take everything so you'll be a bit of a mix in the end
walking should be second nature to you no matter where you wind up
oh awesone
i won;t want to be fuck right
...right?
As I stagger out from behind the curtain I watch as the nurse spins in a small plastic seat, her doughy hands wrapped around a pen as she signs various forms.
"Oh Clarie, are you wanting to head off?" she asks, her voice making my mind melt like butter. "It's only another hour until lunch, and then you could..."
"I'd..." I begin to speak, coughing as I grapple with my extremely delicate new voice. "I mean, I'd like to go home please" I whimper, my new voice leaving me sounding pathetic and pitiful.
"Of course, of course" the nurse coos, wriggling up from her seat as she dislodges her wide hips and oversized rear. "Here, here take this" she muses, passing me a small yellow note with her signature "just in case someone asks."
As I take the note I glance over it before folding it up, struggling to fight back the smirk at getting this delightful get-out-of-jail-free card.
"Thanks Ms. Arch..." I begin to whimper, giving a weak little smile as I cram the note into my pocket.
"Please, call me Moll" chirps the nurse as she places a hand on my shoulder. She glances over me with a critical eye in kind, looking for sickness and abnormalities where she can find them. My blood runs cold and my breath catches in my chest, she can't tell I'm not Claire can she?
"I... sorry Moll..." I mutter, slumping where I stand. "Just feeling..." I continue, holding a hand to my mouth as if to fight back the urge to vomit. The older woman seems to step back, her mind turning to the immediate worry. She quickly gathers up the hoodie and sweater, passing them to me with a faint smile.
"Do you need anything more dear? Maybe another drink? How about..." she asks, only to be cut off by me.
"I'm fine Moll, I just need to rest my head" I respond, clutching the clothes to my chest as I glance between the note in my pocket and the door.
"Right..." the nurse states with a subtle smirk, her face telling me that she didn't quite believe me. "Well... take it easy you hear, can't have you missing too many rehearsals."
I'm thankfully able to slip out of the nurse's office without much more of a delay, a simple nod and insincere promise letting me escape out into the hallway. My eyes go wide as I look it over, the pale yellow walls and white tiled floor seeming both familiar and new all at once.
Lockers line the walls, thick chip-board wood framed within black steel making up the various cubbyholes for students' books and bags. As I look them all over from the distance, my back still standing to the door to the nurse's office, I feel my stomach sink further.
"Fuck..." I wheeze, the word sounding almost too harsh in my sweet gentle voice. "Which is..."
Realizing the futility of my endeavor, finding the one locker that was Claire's out of the hundreds around the school, I turn my mind to what I could do. Looking to the left I see an unfamiliar hallway filled with doors and locker, to the right I spy the same wires and multi-purpose room I had crept into the night before.
With my tongue stuck between my teeth I creep over towards the door, checking for any students or staff guarding the room. Thankfully, the coast is clear with the staff either on break and the teachers back in their respective classrooms.
Ducking down low I slide pass the door, the heavily diminished size of my frame helping me squeeze past the narrowly opened doorway.
With a smirk on my face I drop to my knees before the Swap Clinic device, a free hand roaming up under my loose top as I paw at my sweaty bare chest. With my other hand I reach to the main panel of the console, feebly struggling to peel it pack before sliding my slender arm in through the gap.
"Thank you for the body Ms. Fletcher" I moan softly, pinching at my firm and perky nipple with my right hand as my left blindly slaps around inside the machine. "Let's... Just..." I groan, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort building in my tone as I...
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