Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Eight

My jaw drops as I read the messages, a small gasp of shock escaping my lips. Realizing I was being watched I begin to fiddle with my low cut shirt, straining with the plunging neckline as I try to hide the large mounds of milky flesh I had on display.

Skye4Real: Pfffffffft
Skye4Real: I've seen it b4 babe
Skye4Real: Fuck that shirt is just what i wanted
Skye4Real: Oh how r the shorts???

My cheeks grow red out of embarrassment, finding it impossible to hide my new assets from their old owners critical eyes. I twist my torso away from the camera, hiding some of my cleavage but instead showing how far my breasts stuck out now that they were supported in this curve hugging shirt.

Skye4Real: Yessssss
Skye4Real: Solid perkiness
Skye4Real: Though some fans like my hangers
Skye4Real: Sorry your hangers haha

I whimper as I see the comments, realizing my actions merely gave her more angles to view me from. I look at the 'End Session' button, my hand taking the mouse as I begin to move over to it.

"What...what do you want?! Why did you do this to me?!" I squeal in anger, again finding my new voice to appear more cute than threatening. As I continue to move the mouse closer to ending the session a flurry of messages begin to pour in.

Skye4Real: Because :P
Skye4Real: Hey!
Skye4Real: What r u doing?
Skye4Real: Wait!
Skye4Real: Waaait!!!
Skye4Real: Give me a sec
Skye4Real: My job became work
Skye4Real: I mean like it became work
Skye4Real: Planning shoots, ordering outfits, editing videos
Skye4Real: Wooooooooork
Skye4Real: When i saw your life Mr college lecturer I snapped 

           it up
Skye4Real: Its like what i do but without 

           taking off my clothes or fuckign myself

My eyes dart over the screen, growing wide as I see her reasoning. My stomach churns in horror as I see why she purchased my life, the flaws in her plan immediately overrunning my train of thought.

"I...you...you can't teach! Did you even finish college?" I ask, staring into the camera as if I were looking into her eyes. "And the kitchen...and the living room...the bathroom...why were they like...like that?!"

There is a pause in the chat, possibly due to Scarlett trying to think over her answers or possibly just her getting distracted by something in my old apartment.

Skye4Real: Srry
Skye4Real: Got hard thinking bout my old set up
Skye4Real: Did you see the set yet?
Skye4Real: Im gonna miss it
Skye4Real: Tho not as much as i bet you miss the 

           monster in your pants :P

My bottom lip trembles, my mind quickly casting itself to my missing ten inch cock now in the hands of the girl who had stolen my life.

Skye4Real: Like how come u dont have a girlfriend? 

Skye4Real: Hell i would hav been all over this thing lol

She continues in an almost taunting fashion, my blood boiling as I read the messages. "Answer....Answer my damn questions" I grumble, visibly shaking and causing my breasts to jiggle lightly in my top.

Skye4Real: Alrite 

Skye4Real: Dont get your panties in a twist 

Skye4Real: You r wearing some 

Skye4Real: Right? ;)

As the next set of messages come in I sigh, moving the mouse again. "Goodbye Scarlett" I groan, inches away from turning off the private stream.

Skye4Real: Wait! 

Skye4Real: Ill answer the questions! 

Skye4Real: I never even went to college! 

Skye4Real: I just wanted to live ya know? 

Skye4Real: Wait! Skye4Real: No i cant fucking teach!!! 

Skye4Real: I didn't clean cause its boooooring 

Skye4Real: Plz dont go!!!

I hover the mouse over the button, chewing at my lip nervously as I decide whether to shut her off or not. "You...you stole my life...without even being able to live it properly?" I huff, fuming with anger as I read her pleas.

Skye4Real: Your the 1 who sold it 

Skye4Real: And you dont seem able to handle your new job either 

Skye4Real: That apartment is prety expensive 

Skye4Real: Maybe we can help each other

My face twists into a look of confusion, wary of her suggestion of helping each other. "What...what are you talking about?" I ask, trying to folding my arms over my chest as I wind up placing them over my new bust.

Skye4Real: I need your work knowledge 

Skye4Real: Like a bit of your education 

Skye4Real: How you do public speaking 

Skye4Real: Writing nerd shit 

Skye4Real: You know professor stuff 

Skye4Real: You need to know how to edit 

Skye4Real: How to play for the camera 

Skye4Real: Milking fans for cash 

Skye4Real: The Swap Clinic can help us

As she explains herself my eyes go wide. "I...I know how to edit film...I mean I learnt it and..." I trail off, as another deluge of messages pour in

Skye4Real: Fine you can do that 

Skye4Real: But can you tie binding 2 yourself? 

Skye4Real: Use all my props? 

Skye4Real: We should trade this shit! 

Skye4Real: I get the minimum education and skills I need 

Skye4Real: And you get what you need to earn $$$

My mouth hangs open as I read the suggest, my heart racing at the thought of letting her strip away parts of my education to correct her stupid mistake.

Skye4Real: Ooooooor 

Skye4Real: Maybe we could swap sexu 

Skye4Real: Sorry sexuality 

Skye4Real: I promise it'll be more fun getting 

           fucked by rubber dick is you like... 

Skye4Real: Cock 

Skye4Real: Stupid character limit 

Skye4Real: Think about it, enjoying what you do 

Skye4Real: Liking the thought of the guys watching you 

           just have fun ;) 

Skye4Real: And that way I'd get to use this snake of 

           yours on hot chicks 

Skye4Real: Win fucking win

My mind can barely process what she was asking for as she types out her next suggestion. The memory of turning myself on in the shower creeps into my head as I look at my stacked yet petite body in the preview image, another pulse of warmth spreading up between my legs

Skye4Real: Oh oh 

Skye4Real: Oooooor we could trade names 

Skye4Real: Like identity sorta stuff 

Skye4Real: Do you really want to react to your old name 

Skye4Real: Your old age? 

Skye4Real: Address? 

Skye4Real: Wont it be easier to recognizze scarlett as your name? 

Skye4Real: Itd help me too 

Skye4Real: When i go do your job 

Skye4Real: My job i mean

A sharp squeak escapes my lips at her next suggestion, my heart skipping a bit out of terror at the types of changes she thought would help me and more importantly help herself. "You...you can't be serious...you just want my...my..." I stammer, trying to find the words.

Skye4Real: Yeh it helps me more 

Skye4Real: Its wat you get for swapping into a girl 

           who never did much 

Skye4Real: Education wise i mean 

Skye4Real: But you know itll make your new life easier 

Skye4Real: So come on 

Skye4Real: Help me help you help me :P 

Skye4Real: Ill even pay you 

Skye4Real: You paid $20,000 to buy Mr Hughes life 

Skye4Real: Ill give you a months rent if you help

I whimper as I read the offer, having yet to check her finances beyond the notifications of purchases and donations I had seen on her phone. A months rent would help give me time to settle in, to get used to how things were without having to push myself.

She was also right though. While it would help her far more, stripping away a lot of hard earned knowledge from me in the process, it would also make living this new life easier. I let out a sigh, hanging my head as I look down past my massive chest to the visible camel toe in the front of my shorts as a shiver of arousal runs down my spine.

"I'll...I'll swap..."