The Inheritance - Part Two

 Clearing my throat, I look down at the suited man from over the copy of the contract

"Um...how much was this deposit?" I ask nervously, passing the sheet of paper back to Simon.

"Oh, of course. Due to the extensive nature of the services Mrs. Davies required, we needed to secure five million dollars in order to ensure all the swaps could be saved and held for her until we had collected all the...um...clients" Simon explains, stumbling over his words not at the reference to the immense sum of money but rather at the reference to other people.

My jaw drops at hearing the sum on deposit, the subtle din of the city beyond my apartment fading away along with much of my rational thought. I had never even seen that much money in my life, I could hardly imagine what I would do if I had it all.

Any train of thought I could muster quickly derailed, the gears in my head grinding to a halt. My expression was vacant and glazed over, the contract hanging weakly from my fingertips. Catching my thousand-yard stare Simon clears his throat yet again, slowing getting louder as he tries to snap me back to our conversation.

"Mr. Hughes?" he pipes up, a mild amount of concern filling his voice as he peers up at me.

Shaking my head violently I bring myself back to the present situation, my heart pounding in my chest so vigorously that I can hear it in my ears. "Um...so what are these..." I mumble, my voice catching in my throat as I remember just how much money was on offer to me.

"Oh sir, I'm sorry but we really can't divulge that for confidentiality reasons" Simon explains in a matter-of-fact tone, one of his doughy fingers pointing at a line in the contract. "You will be given an itemized bill at the end containing all swaps that have taken place that should suffice."

"So I have to do this..." I begin to cough back, my words getting cut off by Simon.

"Blind? Unfortunately yes, unless Mrs. Davies divulged that information to you before her passing" Simon explains, shaking his head in some conciliatory attempt at sorrow. "However, if you'd rather forfeit..." he begins to offer, a faint smile appearing on his own lips at the thought of the penalty money.

"No!" I snap, jumping a little at the loudness of my own voice. "I mean..." I blurt out, trailing off as I look back into my practically empty apartment and the last boxes that were heading to my car. With five million dollars I could do... well I could do anything, my housing and employment issues would disappear overnight. My stomach turned at the thought of what my Great Aunt could have ordered from the Swap Clinic in her old age, but it's not like she would make anything unpleasant or monstrous.

"Mr..." Simon begins to mutter, sensing my hesitation and state of deep thought.

"I'll do it, just..." I say, glancing between him and my boxes. "Just let me get these down to my car."

Thankfully, moving the last of the boxes to my car only takes a single trip. Simon, despite being winded solely by the stairs alone, warmly offered to help carry some of the smaller articles down to the car cutting the number of trips down immensely.

The look on Simon's face is priceless as he first spies my overloaded sedan, a creeping sense of realization overcoming his soft rounded features as he works out just why I would be so eager to make this leap of faith.

"You...won't be living out of your car...for much longer..." Simon pants as he passes me the last few boxes, the sweat glistening on his forehead only having grown worse over time.

"I never lived out of..." I mutter defensively, knowing full well I was one night away from that.

"Of course sir" Simon chirps back, noting the offence his comment caused. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a small handkerchief, pausing for a moment to pat away the errant sweat around his face. "If you have any errand you need to run I can let the Clinic know..." he explains, looking to a sleek black car sitting in one of the guest parking spaces.

"Yeah, I..." I begin to say, pausing as I try to carefully pick my words. "I just need to drop something off, I guess...is today..." I mutter, struggling to get the words out.

"Today is best sir, otherwise there will be a further holding fee for keeping all these swaps off the market and available for you. It is a rather hefty..." Simon begins to explain, his own sentence being cut short as I close the door to my car rather loudly.

"Got it" I grumble, glancing down at myself with a sigh. "I'll be there soon."

The drive from my old apartment to the real estate agent's office is a quiet one. I stew in the silence of my car, not even turning on the radio or any sort of music as I shift uncomfortably in my poorly padded seat. The air inside is oppressive, the sheer number of boxes making the car extremely closed in as they create the sense of an overwhelmingly cramped space.

Dropping the keys off is a rather somber experience. While the receptionist at the counter maintains a happy and cheery mood the more senior personal can't help but wince and cringe at the sight of my box-filled aging sedan in the parking lot out front. The process itself however is quick and painless, letting me leave quickly as I head to the heart of the city in search of the Swap Clinic's main office here.

While finding the Swap Clinic itself is rather easy to find, with the large signage outside giving it away, finding a park is far more difficult. After tracking down a park a few blocks away I quickly stride down towards the main office, my body and clothing still covered in sweat thanks to the exertion of the move and the rate I am racing towards my destination.

As I reach the large automatic doors leading into the foyer of the main office I slow my walk down, taking a moment to collect myself. I dab and wipe the sweat from my face, wincing slightly as I look at the heavy pit stains that have formed in my t-shirt over the course of this seemingly endless day.

Taking one last step towards the large imposing building causes the large doors to quickly slide open, a wave of refreshingly cool air rushing out to meet me as I'm practically drawn inside. While I had seen some smaller Swap Clinics around, mostly in pictures online, this one office appeared far nicer. Gone was the central waiting room, instead replaced with small white-walled cozy closed-off rooms to preserve the privacy of clients while they wait. A central walkway is lined with shiny black tiles with an extremely high roof and walls that run towards a front desk with two elevators on either side.

Looking at the gorgeously designed lobby in a dumbfounded manner I hear a little bell ring out towards the desk, drawing my attention to it. A faint giggle quickly follows from a pair of twins standing behind the desk, the two obviously being amused by my reaction.

"Are you alright there sir?" chirps one, tilting her head and jostling her long glossy black hair.

"Do you need directions?" squeaks the other, sizing me up as someone who wouldn't be within their clientele.

"Um...Yeah...I mean no, Simon said he'd be..." I explain, slowing approaching the desk as I marvel at the lovely piece of carved stone furniture.

As I bring up Simon the two young women have polar opposite responses, one racing to the phone and fumbling with the computer as if to check the appointment or to tell Simon I had arrived while the other stares in disbelief. Her soft plush lips twitch slightly as if struggling to decide upon an expression as her steely gray eyes dart over my current slender masculine form.

"Floor two sir" chimes the young woman on the phone, glancing up at me with a broad smile. "Jane will take you from there." Noticing her twin's reaction to me the one at the computer quickly presses an elbow into the other's ribs, the action quickly causing those quivering lips to shift into a mirroring smile.

"Thanks, just..." I mutter, nodding towards one of the large elevators with shimmering steel doors.

"Yes!" pipes up the twin that had looked at me so oddly, trying desperately to make up for the interaction. "Just up to floor two."

Nodding to the two of them I head over to the elevator, finding the wait to be practically non-existent as the double doors slide open invitingly. Hopping inside I take one last look at the twins, reveling in the sight of the busty petite women in such tight business shirts and pencil skirts.

The trip up to the second floor is extremely short. What little time I spend inside is spent largely wondering if finding and taking the stairs would have been a quicker trip. Before I can even come to a solid conclusion on that the doors slide open once again, revealing a tall brunette in her late thirties looking straight at me.

Much like the twins downstairs she is downright beautiful, the realization that the employees here must also use the Swap Clinic's services hitting me like a tonne of bricks.

"Are they even really twins?" I think to myself, my eyes briefly glancing over the brunette as she waits for me expectantly.

Her hair dances and shines vibrantly around her ears and slightly tanned face in a neat little bob, the lighting inside the hallway causing each strand to look almost like copper or gold on occasion. Her face is perfect, so much so that it almost looks unreal. From the perfectly straight and narrow nose to her soft pillowy lips, if she ever lost her job here she could easily find work as a model. Glistening hazel eyes run up and down my body, glancing down at a clipboard on occasion as if to check for something.

Her body is lithe yet well-endowed, her chest and hips looking just slightly disproportionate on her 5'9" frame.

"Mr. Hughes?" asks the woman, her voice deep for a woman yet still sounding soft and feminine. "I'm Jane, I believe Kelsey and Keely told you I'd be waiting for you?" she explains, smirking slightly as she says the names of the two receptionists.

Snapping to attention I finally meet her gaze, blushing slightly as I grapple with being in the presence of someone so good looking.

"Sorry, yeah they..." I begin to say, pausing as the names sink in. Chuckling to herself Jane gestures down the hallway, ushering me onward.

"This way" she coos gently, guiding me down a series of winding hallways. Doors branch off from the walls rather sparsely, likely leading to large and expansive rooms beyond. As we walk in silence I try to get a better sense of what lay inside each room, however, beyond the sound of our footfalls on the short dark blue carpet and the air-conditioner above there was little to hear and less to see.

"They swapped for those names" Jane whispers, trying to break the silence after noticing my reaction to the twin's names. "And they didn't used to be twins either" she continues with a wink.

"Seriously? Wait, do they just look..." I respond, a little more loudly than Jane.

"They're twins now" she explains, holding up a hand. "And inside voices please, can't have people saying I'm an office gossip."

I chuckle lightly at her comments, simply nodding back in response as I try to avoid any loud noises After a little more walking Jane stops in place, turning to face me as she stands in front of a door. It appears plain and nondescript, much like all the other polished wooden doors we had passed on the way in. If she hadn't been leading the way I never would have known this was the destination.

"End of the line" she says softly with a slight chuckle. Glancing down at her clipboard once again she turns it to me, revealing a revised contract with the Swap Clinic. The same provisions as my Great Aunt are present, the list of general attributes that may be changed and the provisions relating to the security deposit, except my name now occupies the client section.

"So this is..." I mutter, sliding the pen from the top of the clipboard.

"Your contract" Jane says sweetly, finishing my sentence. "We'll need your bank details as well, to return the deposit. Remember who your friends are when you get your hands on that thing" she jokes, throwing me another wink.

As my eyes dart over the dense legalese I slowly fill it all in, wincing and cringing painfully as I finish my last signature with a shaky flourish. Jane quickly takes the clipboard back, reading over it to make sure I hadn't missed a space before smiling back at me.

"Alright, looks like we're good to go" she exclaims brightly, opening the door for me.

Looking inside I'm met with a room that looked more industrial than anything else, with walls and floors made up of surgical steel tiles. Despite the severity of the space there were some nicer elements, namely a rather comfortable-looking chair in the center of the room. As I walk inside tentatively I hear the door creaking shut behind me, the sound causing me to jump around to face Jane.

"I'm just heading to the next room to set up the swaps" Jane says with a wave of her hand. "We're coordinating with dozens of other clinics around the world, so the sooner we start the better." With take Jane quickly leaves my views, the sound of her footsteps not going far before the sound of another door opening reaches me only a few feet away.

With a sigh I begin to shuffle towards the seat, the lovely soft material looking downright delightful after my long and exhausting day. As I reach the high arm of the chair I hear the door finally slam behind me, my head slumping forward drearily as I shuffle around to get into the seat.

"Clothes off please!" calls a crackling voice over some unseen speaker, causing me to jump with a start. After a moment of processing I recognize the voice despite the coarse static as Jane tries to continue her instruction. "It's best practice to do this naked, to prevent injury" she continues, no small amount of concern in her voice.

Looking down at the soft, almost velvet feeling, chair I wince at the thought of other people having sat in it naked. As if reading my thoughts the voice of Jane calls out once again.

"We deep clean them after each and every use, don't worry about...other people" she explains, her soothing voice doing well to calm my nerves and my discomfort over the seat. It only takes a matter of moments for me to disrobe, the longest part being getting my old boots off due to the tight lacing. Before long a pile of sweaty clothes lay at the foot of the chair as I stand in the cool room completely naked.

"Oooooh we could find a good home for those traits" coos Jane over the speakers, obviously being able to see my naked form. "Height, build, and that cock will definitely get snatched up quickly. You should be proud" she says with a chuckle, noticing my blushing cheeks.

Shivering a little I shift into the seat, my aching body sinking into the soft plush material as if it were trying to envelop me. For a second I feel as though I'm about to fall asleep, however, the sound of a loud hissing quickly snaps me from my relaxation. The walls themselves soon begin to hum along with the new sound, the vibrations rattling my teeth and setting my hairs on end.

"Don't worry" shouts Jane in an attempt to be heard over the various sounds surrounding me. "Just and anesthetic and something to...well..." she says, trailing off for a minute as I'm left to feel the effects of the room.

What starts as a gentle tingling quickly turns to full-blown numbness, my fingers and toes soon losing sensation only to quickly followed by my arms and legs. My head lists to the side as it rests on my shoulder, the seat adjusting as it adapts to my limp form in the luscious pillowy cushions.

Beyond the creeping numbness I can feel something else, something closer to a deep tissue massage as the vibrations hammer my body from all angles.

"...I mean..." Jane continues from earlier, done with her hemming and hawing. "Soften you up."