The Swap Meet - Part Fourteen

I barely listen to the end of her sentence, my blistering headache and distracting form taking my mind away from her words. I'd already swapped so many times today, the idea of doing one more and what it could do to my mind sent chills down my spine. Besides, I'd be giving up close to a decade of age, though it would make me closer to my original age again.

The thought of talking like this, of being some tiny and overly sexualized bartender was off-putting. However, was being some cute and social awkward woman in her late twenties any better in the grand scheme of things.

I reach up to rub my eyes, groaning in frustration as I accept her offer.

"Fine..." I find myself whining, rubbing my eyes as they begin to water under the barrage of pain filling my head. The aching gears grind inside my head as I fight back the urge to smirk at the offer, the demure nerdy-looking woman having served me up the perfect out.

"Okay, I under..." she mutters, my response not seeming to seep in for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes go wide behind her glasses in shock. "Wait, did you say..."

"Yeah, I mean fine let's just do it" I weakly chirp, wincing as I listen to my vapid and dim sounding voice struggle to sound cheery.

As I begin to walk my way back towards the entrance Sandra soon matches my pace, her longer legs more than compensating for her restrictive pencil skirt. She simply splutters for a moment, wringing her hands as she inadvertently squeezes her large yet proportionate chest with her upper arms.

I grit my teeth as I stare directly at her chest and the dark shadow of the tight sports bra underneath her blouse, a realization crashing down on me. I felt no attraction or arousal as I stare at the large juicy mounds on her chest, instead finding myself swelling with pride as my mind turns to the heft jiggling I feel with each and every step.

"Please be gay or somethin'..." I mutter under my breath, sighing as I strut back inside the hall for the third time today.

"Did you say..." Sandra begins to ask, her voice struggling to hide her excitement as she looks me up and down hungrily.

"I... like..." I blurt out, finding it hard to think of a believable lie with my severely hampered mind. "Said it's been a looooong day" I groan, slumping my shoulders as the straps of the tank top threaten to fall down.

"But..." Sandra interjects, pausing as sh thinks for a moment. "Yeah... I guess it has been..."

As we head back into the main hall it is deathly quiet, the sound of our heels being the only thing that echos through the sparse space. Up on the main stage sits the looming machine I had seen all too many times today, the staff seemingly absent along with much of the cabling being unplugged.

For a moment I wonder if this was all a trick, if I had been lead here for some other reason. However, I soon watch as Sandra races ahead swing her arms daintily by her side. Looking to where she is running to I watch as she approaches the young man who had frustrated me as Lillian, my new eyes roaming over her surprisingly fit frame with disconcerting interest.

I watch as Sandra fishes for something in her breast pocket, pulling a small money clip free before counting out a couple of hundred dollars. As she places it in his hands he gives her a nervous nod, racing up to the machines to plug in some of the cables again.

Watching as Sandra follows behind him I lock my gaze to her plump perfectly heart shaped behind, the tight fabric of her black skirt straining over the full checks. Squinting I notice the faintest of panty lines beneath, the fabric bunching up as she minces up the steps.

"This is... too perfect..." I mutter, smirking as I approach the steps myself. "I totally can't believe she's this desperate."

Educated, near my former ages, and seemingly with a least some money. While it was hard to give up all the extra years I had gained in this exchange with Jennifer, the aching in my head and the disturbing changes in my vocab left me more than eager to leave it to someone else.

Unregistered, it may as well be as though it never happened. While all interactions with the Swap Meet were final, people could still usually drum up some evidence of foul play even if it didn't help win righting what had gone wrong. But this, unless she chose to screw over Jennifer and steal her body Sandra would be trapped in Lillian's skin soon enough and with all involved thinking she was simply me.

The climb to the machines leaves my heart fluttering, m tiny legs pumping to force me up the large wide steps one at a time. I watch as Sandra eagerly climbs into the nearest booth, her face burning red as it reflects her embarrassing thoughts of her next three months.

Passing the main console I watch as the young man struggles to set up what exactly is to be swapped, the inexperienced attendant trying to set things up from memory in terms of what we would need to survive in our new lives.

Sweat builds on his brow as he selects various traits, his gaze darting between the screen the doorways behind the stage as he keeps an eye out for the other staff that might stumble upon his little side-gig.

As I climb inside the booth at the far end I drop into the seat, hunching over immediately as I cup my head in my hands. My chest tugs me forward, the only thing keeping me from keeling over being the door as it closes on my head with a hefty thud.

"Ouchie.." I mumble, cringing as I hear the word slip from my lips. "Soon... I won't sound like a total..." I grumble, my senses snapping to black almost as soon as the machine whirs to life.

As I come back to consciousness I feel like I'm floating, my whole body feeling relatively numb and distant as my loosened mind tries to settle into it's new home. The lack of the pain rattling my brain feel unimaginably relieving, a long draw out sigh slipping from my lips as I list my head back.

Despite mentally feeling calm my body is a buzz with nerves, my heart beating in my chest so hard and fast that I can feel it in my ears. My palms are drenched in sweat, my fingers interlocked as my hands rest in my lap.

"I..." I begin to sigh, enjoying the freeing sensation of being free of that intense headache. I pause as I hear the soft and gentle voice escaping my lips, my tongue soon moving to run over them as they twist into a smirk.

My mind slowly becomes flooded with the sensations of this new body as I begin to settle in, each new things snapping me from the last. My legs feel overly warm in the stockings, my plush thighs and rear are pinned and somewhat numb thanks to the combination of the tight skirt and hard seat beneath me. My chest feels compressed, the large fatty mounds being held far too tightly in their bra, and my head feels oddly heavy.

Slumping up in my seat I find myself thrusting out my chest against my will, my back and shoulders straightening as I sit with oddly perfect posture. The sudden correction send a long and heavy trail of hair to collide with my back, a gasp escaping my lips as I feel my ponytail rub against the silky soft material of my blouse.

"Oh my..." I mutter softly, struggling to change my posture without active mental effort. My hands remain placed in my lap, my legs pressing together as I feel my sheer covered thighs rub against each other. Some silky satin material lays firmly against my crotch, my heart fluttering as I stare down at my chest and envision what lay beneath it all.

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing the hall to me in a new light. I quickly notice the thick black plastic frames resting at the tip of my nose, my jostling having caused Sandra's glasses to slide down to within risk of falling. While trough the lens the room looks fine I find the world beyond them warping and blurring into a series of colored blobs.

Tilting my head side to side I notice the machine itself thankfully blurring far less, those closer objects seeming to be crisper and easier to see with these practically blind eyes.

"This is totally..." comes a familiar voice, the squealing tones of the dim young Jennifer reaching me from my own seat. "Why does my head.. like, fucking hurt so bad?" Sandra moans, obviously struggling with the side effects of cramming herself into Jennifer's dim body.

I ease myself from my seat, finding myself naturally moving slowly and with a great deal of feminine grace. With a clicking of my heels I mince out of the booth, my hands remaining held together in front of me as a emerge from the machine.

"Oh gosh..." I mutter, reaching up to adjust my glasses as I stand with perfect posture. I blink a little as I listen to myself, the swear word disappearing into a sanitized form. "I mean... wow" I sigh with relief, finding this at least preferable to sounding like some bimbo.

"What the fuck was wrong with..." Sandra whines from her new body, her eyes partially closed and she clutches the side of her head. "And... like..." she mutters, struggling to look me in the eyes. "Why am I... like... totally still..." she whimpers, sniffling as her eyes begin to water.

"What do you..." I coo back to her, cocking an eyebrow as I notice something as well. The longer I was inside Sandra's body the calmer I felt, her nervousness apparently being absent now that I was crammed inside. I still find myself standing in a prim and proper fashion, my hands wringing demurely as I focus on the issue, though my mind feels free of what had been a crippling anxiety.

"You said you wanted to learn to be more confident" the young attendant murmurs, keeping his voice low and trying to hush the rather loud tiny Asian girl. "How would you learn if you just..."

His thoughts are cut short as the sound of voices begins to emerge from the rear doors, the familiar sound of the older Indian man reaching me as the young attendant grows pale.

"Uh, sorry but we're closed for this event!" he practically shouts, trying to make sure his superiors hear him. "You'll have to come back for our next event or visit one of our many Swap Clinic locations in order to..."

"Thank you kindly" I coos softly, nodding my head a little lower than I wanted to. "I suppose we'll have to come back later" I sigh, putting up a facade of disappointment as I watch the staff come back up from the back of the building.

"But... like..." Sandra mutters, her eyes darting around between the attendant and me in a panic. "What about..."

Before she can finish I begin to mince away, grimacing as I feel how dainty my stride was thanks to the skirt. I bite as my lip as my arms drop to my side, my delicate hands fidgeting as I wonder how much of my hyper feminine stride was the skirt and how much was ingrained like the posture.

Sandra, watching my slowly walk towards the stairs, soon races after me. the grumbles and groans as she plods along on her smaller legs, the once relatively tall woman now being shorter than she had been in years.

As we descend the stairs to the stage, getting down into the hall once more, I give her a warm smile.

"Sorry about all this" I coos, my gentle and soft voice sounding far more vibrant now that I was behind it compared to the original Sandra. "Apparently Jennifer's mind needed some... work done on it, hopefully you'll be feeling better..."

"It's... fucking fine..." she grumbles, her lip quivering as she swears against her will. "Urgh, this is so fucking... fucking... urghhhhhh" she huffs, devolving into a groan as we slip out through the front doors and into the entryway.

As we waltz down the wood walkway, our clicking heels being the only noise to accompany us, our relative silence is suddenly broken. A loud EDM rhythm begins to pump from Sandra's pocket, the large brick-like shape of her phone vibrating against her leg.

With a loud squeal she practically jumps out of her skin, fumbling wildly with her slender finger and long finger nails as she tries to remove the phone from her overly tight jeans. As she finally pulls it free she shows me the screen, an incoming call from 'Ty' causing all the commotion.

"Like... what do I..." she wheezes, closing one eye as the pain in her head doesn't play well with the sound.

"Well... answer it" I state matter-of-factly, my gentle tone soundly more like her fake authoritative one without much effort. Wincing at the thought she slowly swipes at the screen, the sound of the ring tone quickly getting replaced with the sound of a shrill young woman.

"Bitch, where are you?" she cries, her jovial and bright tone ringing through the hall despite not even being on speaker. Sandra looks at me expectantly as I open the front door, only getting an expectant look from me in return.

"I... you know..." she mutters, swallowing hard as 'Ty' begins to speak again.

"Like, never mind. We're headin' to Collin's thing, hoping to get pres at Chess and need your discount" the girl on the phone explains, much of the conversation going over my and Sandra's head. She seems to freeze up, her hand shaking a little before speaking up again.

"Like, of course" she croaks, her new voice quivering as she tries to fake confidence. "I've already..."

"Got an Uber? Greeeeeat!" cheers the girl on the phone, the sound of other cheers filling the background. "Can you come get us from home?" she pleads, her high pitched voice sounding overly sweet.

I give Sandra a look, my eyes looking to Jennifer's phone in her petite grip. My smile turns weaker, a cluck coming from my tongue as I think offer of a lift. I certainly wasn't eager to driver her around, I didn't want to be seen with her any more than necessary so I could just slip into this new life with less ties between us.

"Uber..." I mouth to her, raising my eyebrows as I adjust my glasses once more. She fidgets for a second, biting her lip as she minimizes the call with a slight whimper. She quickly begins to navigate the phone, looking through apps to find the right one.

"Huh?" 'Ty' grunts, obviously hearing the whimper and thinking Sandra had said something.

"...Sure..." Sandra squeaks, tapping frantically at the screen as she tries to order an Uber on her unfamiliar phone. "I'll totally be there soon" she continues, her phone vibrating as her card is pre-charged for the ride.

The prattling from the phone quietens down, though the constant shrill voice continues. I struggle to make out the words, the words shifting into a buzz through the small speaker. Sandra looks close to tears, the pain in her head likely not pairing well with the idea of a night out.

I slowly walk up to her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "I'll just drive to my home now" I coos softly, grinning perversely as I call her home my own. "Maybe some drinks will help the headache."

Sandra's mouth falls open as she tries to speak back, struggling with the two conversations and the implications of my statement. A low whine slips out from her mouth as I begin to strut away, walking to the parking lot with a series of clicks following my footfalls against the pavement.

Leaving the poor shy woman, now stuck as either a tiny Chinese sex-pot or a wealthy MILF depending on how she played her cards, I reach up to my chest. The large rack, tightly bound inside the increasingly sweaty bra, jiggles only ever so slightly with each step. It feels almost normal, the thought causing me to pout slightly as I wonder how much the attendant had tinkered with my mind.

My slender fingers glide up my bust, the sensation of the gentle caress sending shivers down my spine before finally I reach the pocket. Reaching inside I begin to fish around, soon finding a small fob with two keys hanging from the end.

Thankfully, I don't have to rely on any intrinsic knowledge to find Sandra's car, the beeping of the doors as I remotely unlock them signalling where I needed to go. Before long I find myself approaching a small white sedan, the shiny exterior masking a fairly messy interior.

The front seat was fine, though the passenger side had a loose takeaway coffee cup sitting in it. The back however was a relative disaster, with a mixture of various books and bundles of loose papers making it seem like the car was a second office to her.

"What does sh..." I begin to mutter, opening the driver's side door as the scent of hot leather hits my nose. I flinch at the hot interior, with everything from the black seats to the steering wheel radiating a days worth of searing heat.

Despite the wave of exhausting heat I slowly drop into the front seat, racing to get the engine started as soon as I can. As the car rumbles to life a slow wave of cool air begins to creep out of the various vents along the dashboard, the many vents all pointing as closely as they can to the driver's seat.

Sweat begins to rapidly build across my pale form, my arm pits becoming drenched and my face soon dripping in the heat. Reaching up to my chest once more I begin to unbutton my blouse, soon revealing my chest and the slightest hint of the cleavage housed in the warmly warm fabric bra. Thankfully, the force of the cold air only grows by the second, the refreshing streams soon finding their way up my skirt and into my sweat filled bra.

Letting out a sigh I loosely grip the steering wheel, not wanting to burn my hands. A grin spreads across my lips as I catch my sweet bespectacled face in the rear view mirror, the relatively young and intelligent woman looking back at me being the best choice I could have made after being tricked so terribly.

 

"Okay..." I coos, nibbling at my lip as I watch the cute sweaty brunette in the mirror writhe in her seat not from arousal but from the cloying heat around her. "Home first" I mutter, throwing the gear into reverse as I begin to pull out.

"Where ever that is now..."