Hybrid Helper - Part Two

I watch as Mrs Mawab takes a deep breath, her hazel eyes closing in deep thought for a moment. The whistling from the window grows sharp and loud as wind pounds the window, a slight pitter patter of rain beginning to build against the glass as well.

After almost a minute of sitting in silence I watch as Mrs Mawab's eyes snap open, her gaze darting to the needles as she searches for some kind of distinguishing marks. Finally she snatches one from the desk, giving it a more close reading before she hops to her feet with an unsteady jiggle rippling through her body.

"Okay..." she chuckles, waddling around the desk and towards me. "So... I think you would be great as our new embedded student support. We can't just hire back a teacher that we recently fired simply due to their... You know, you understand" she explains, waving her hand in a circular gesture as her words falter while the large needle jostles unnervingly close to my face. "And getting rid of Mr Lowe this way? No no, that was a terrible idea."

"Uh..." I wheeze, my eyes glued to the large shiny metal casing of the syringe. A string of numbers and letters are printed on the side, their meaning lost on me entirely as I struggle to read them in the poor light filling the room. "Can I... what about..."

"I suppose we could make you an assistant to one of the lecturers" she says with a smirk, glancing back over at the needles on the desk as she looks for one in particular. "I'm sure you'd love dong all of their photocopying and handing out papers or reading material day in day..."

"Fine fine, not that one I..." I begin to grumble back, only to be cut short by a phlegm filled chuckle from the older woman beside me.

"Well if you don't want to shuffle papers all day then we simply can't make you our new office administrator. And I suppose that would be a large part of working in the student hub and as a club officer for..." she explains, smiling the whole while as she seems to enjoy slowly breaking down my rapidly diminishing options.

Hybrid Helper - Part One

My feet tap against the wooden legs of my seat, the aging piece of furniture creaking under my weight after years and years of constant use. The fabric seat is worn down within an inch of its life, the once lustrous red material now dull and fraying to the point one can see the foam padding within.

The sound of whistling fills the pale yellow room, the windows within the cramped office not sealing properly against the elements outside. Books and papers pile up high on the cheap desk at the far end of the narrow room, the bookshelves flanking it sharing a similar overcrowded fate. Dust and the scent of rose water cling to the air, the smell of the usual occupant's perfume and the other self evident from the lack of cleaning.

Suddenly the door behind me creaks open, the floor board squeaking under the heavy footfalls that soon follow.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting Jordan" sighs the voice of my former manager, Mrs Mawab, her Turkish accent just barely slipping through after years away from her country of birth. "I swear, I don't know how they expect us to handle all these meetings after making us cut our..." she continues, pausing her complaint before clasping my shoulder with her soft and pudgy fingers in an attempt at comfort.

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Four

"Almost done..." I sigh, panting slightly as I plunge my hands beneath the surface of the water as I begin to scrub a pan caked in dried on cheese sauce. I jump with a start as I feel someone grab me from behind, a hard throbbing object pressing in between my plump behind as arms snake around my waist.

"Have I told you how wonderful you are lately?" croons the deep voice of Haley's Husband Alex, his stubbly face brushing against my cheek as he begins to plant soft and gently kisses on my face.

"I...uh..." I squeak and stammer, my mind reeling as I suddenly find my body burning at his touch and desperate for more. The dull and subtle itch suddenly ramps up into a deep and gnawing need, my body practically screaming its demand for more and more from the man behind me. "H...Hi..." I mumble, my hips beginning to rock and gyrate as I massage the thick and firm object pressed between my ass cheeks.

"Sorry I had to leave early today honeybun" he sighs, moaning out in a little gasps as my grinding seems to have a serious effect on him. "Mr Taylor booked the team meeting for... You know what..." he explains, stopping himself as his hands inch down and begin to fiddle with the button and zipper of my jeans. 

"How about I just make it up to you properly?" he whispers, nibbling at my ear and tugging at my jeans as my knees begin to shake and my breath grows sharp and short.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Five

"Okay..." Wendy coos, a loud clunk coming from the old wooden door over the sound of the nearby waves. "Here... we... are..." she giggles, pushing the door open before turning to look at us. "Okay, so bedrooms are on the second floor, bottom floor is living room and kitchen and bathroom and... well its the rest of the house" she explains, watching as everyone gears up to drop off their bags.

Everyone seems to look at her for a moment, a sense that we were all waiting to hear some more news filling the air before she throws her head back.

"Right right" she giggles, glancing at me for a second with a slight grin before looking to everyone else. "Sleeping arrangements. So, there's only three rooms and the sofa so we'll have to be bunking. Remember to shower guys, don't be gross when..."

"Wendy" Kelly groans, her arms beginning to shake with both our bags grasped in her hands.

"Right right" Wendy chirps back, grinning slightly with a knowing smirk before looking to me.

"Heather, I hope you don't mind but you'll be sharing a room with... Me" Wendy mumbles awkwardly with a nervous smile. "Tall with small, it makes sense right?" she continues, her tan cheeks slowly shifting to a reddened hue as she adjusts several strands of messy hair behind her ear.

Mind Taker - Part Four

Before long I find myself following the young goth woman out into the street, her whole body hunching down awkwardly as she begins to pace down the footpath with me in tow.

"I missed you..." she mutters, giving a weak smile as she wrings her free hand around her wrist. "Since I broke... I mean... I realized that I really..." she begins to ramble, cutting herself off again as she pauses her stride in thought.

"Okay..." Gracie muses, her eyes darting around as she looks up as if in search for something in the air. Her tongue pokes out the side of her mouth, another subtle mannerism of my ex suddenly appearing in my upstairs neighbor. "Look... I'll explain everything, but we've got to find you a new..."

"So...for you?... I'm thinking...Bare with me, but what about someone like... Bubbly and girly as a contrast to...Me?" she mumbles with her stolen voice, glancing down at her tattooed hand and biting at the steel ring in her bottom lip. Her eyes glance back at me for a moment, a flash of fear shining from behind them before becoming seemingly lost deeper within.

The slender goth girl stumbles along down the street, my own body staggering limply along behind her against my will. My gaze is locked to her, any attempt to look away from Gracie merely resulting in a slight shake from my eyes.

Gracie mutters slightly under her breath, her eyes narrowing to a squint as she slips into deep thought. "But that redhead's tits were... am I a... a boob girl now? I've never really... but I could..."

Suddenly, I watch as she perks up. With a snap of her finders a broad grin spreads across her lips as she look up at the nearly street signs. "Oh I know just who... Remember Millicent babe? What did Mrs Mawab used to call her? Millie Milkers?

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Four

The back office is positively tiny, having been used solely by Rachel prior to the accidental creation of her helpful school-skipping granddaughter. The slender rectangular room is flanked to the right side with a long desk, an old LCD display and piles of papers yet to be filed sit resting atop the flimsy and disposable piece of furniture. A phone hangs on the back wall, the old device and it's aging yellow plastic having been mounted there decades ago only to never really get updated.

The seat is the only nice piece of furniture in the office, the large and extremely well padded black leather seat being comfortable enough to sleep in and large enough to not be constantly bumping into the armrests. The cushioning along the back careful contort the spine, providing support and promote good posture. Rachel had originally bought it to help with pain and discomfort brought on by sitting all day with her slouched back, however, more recently it had simply been training 'her granddaughter' to set with perfect posture and with her chest press outward.

Booting up the aging computer beneath the desk, the white plastic shell and the purple buttons showing a multitude of scuffs and scrapes along with a mounting layer of dust, the screen flickers to life. Crossing my legs daintily I spin to look at the screen, shuffling myself closer as I try to navigate the cramped pace of the back room. With undo speed I quickly begin to tap at the keys, logging into the account Rachel had set up after my first accidental day as her youngest granddaughter. Navigating the old system had become second nature in this body, my delicate digits quickly whipping the mouse around to open up a multitude of programs and webpages in preparation for the day.

"Alright" I chirp, brushing some of my long and wild hair behind my ear. "Time to get to work."

Mind Taker - Part Three

Lost in thought at the sight before me I don't notice my grip slipping on the basket in my hand, the wicker container filled with clothes suddenly falling to the floor with a loud crack. The goth and I both jump in surprise, my ex not reacting at all as both Gracie and myself stare at each other in shock.

"H...Hi!" the young woman squeals, her eyes darting around as she clutches at her hand as though to keep it under control. "I mean... Hey Jordan... can I HELP you?" she blurts out, her voice taking on a panicked tone for just one word before returning to normal.

"I...uh..." I mutter, slowly picking up my basket and backing up slightly. "I was just gonna... laundry but, I mean, it seems kinda..." I mumble out, watching as the goth slowly inches closer to me on unsteady steps.

Her stride outpaces my own back peddling rather quickly. I watch as Gracie quickly approaches me before snapping the Mind Trainer to my neck. "I really did miss you, shame you're a little too old... but we can fix that."

Mind Taker - Part Two

As I approach the laundry in the basement the ad thankfully stops, the brief pause between the unskippable advert and video allowing me to hear the relatively quiet hallway through the cheap plastic of my ear buds.

The low rumble of the driers seem louder than normal, the rattling of metal on metal and the rubber feet against the tile floor causing me to remove my headphones. I cock my eyebrow as I listen to the machines from down the hallway, the discordant sound leaving me mildly confused.

"Are they all being..." I begin to mutter, freezing up as I hear a pain gasping and grunting coming from within the room. My heart catches in my throat, the dim flickering overhead light in the laundry and flowing out into the hallway only adding to the horror movie vibes that claw at the fringes of my mind.

As I approach I hear the gagging and gasping grow both louder and softer at the same time, the utterances growing weaker and weaker while I draw closer to their source. Steeling myself I poke my head around the corner, my heart skipping a beat and a cold sweat breaking out across my body as I spot my upstairs alt neighbor braced up against one of the washing machines.

Mind Taker - Part One

Wandering slowly down the stairs I balance my basket of dirty laundry under one arm, my strides slowing carefully with each step as to avoid any unintended trips or tumbles. My eyes dart anxiously as I make each footfall, shifting from my phone screen and the steps as I anxiously plod my way down to the laundry in the basement.

The sound of the creaking steps and the vague mumblings coming from the various apartments I pass are largely blocked by the small earbuds in each of my ears, the videos playing on my phone ringing out through the cheap set of headphones in a pathetically tinny fashion.

As I reach a landing I let out a sigh, watching as the video on my phone quickly switches to an unskippable ad. I slump a little, my dejected sigh causing my to nearly drop the wicker basket awkwardly wrapped up beneath my right arm.

"Come on..." I groan, rolling my eyes as the ad plays and the little bar at the bottom of the skip slowly creeps across the screen. "Why do you think I want to see this?"

Discounted Deals - Part Two

Suddenly, as my screen reloads the page I spot it. Rows upon rows of boxes each with a small description of the item on offer. Somewhere deeper in the system had the full descriptions, maybe even a blurb written by the person looking to swap, but not a soul in the room would ever take the time to read them.

Before long I notice items vanishing, my blood growing cold as my heart races at the thought of missing out and failing once more. I panic, tapping a box and quickly purchasing it.

My screen lags for a moment, the website seeming to struggle for just a second before I'm met with a delighted chime and a pop-up

Congratulations

You have agreed to a Life Swap with Toshiko Sato*

*Immigrant Offer

Changing Clothes: Emily - Part Four

"Look at the big man" she coos softly, keeping her voice to a breath whisper as I feel it tickle at my neck. "Maybe we can see who can lift more before we leave, winner gets to decide when Jordan comes back and how long Jess sticks around" she chuckles, releasing me from her embrace as she climbs on to the bench.

I shiver for a moment at her suggestion, my eyes going wide as she slides under the bar.

"I'm kidding" she laughs, rolling her shoulders and getting her hands in position. "Mostly... Hey can you keep count?"

Partnered with the Swap Clinic - Part Two

Suddenly, I feel my legs and legs snap to the arms and legs of the chair. A low hum comes from beneath me, an electrical whine that seems to power something beyond my sight. I strain weakly against my apparently bindings, my wrists and elbows appearing downright glued to the metal frame beneath me while my ankles and knees follow suit.

"Just need to make sure you don't move to much" the blonde mumbles, her typing starting up again as I feel my head lurch back into the headrest of the chair. "Now... let's see what we have in store for you..." she mutters to herself, pausing as she reads something beyond the darkness of my rubber mask.

As my head impacts the headrest of the seat I let out a guttural gurgling in shock, the sound of the rubber squeaking against the hard metallic backing filing my ears. The back of my head seems to deform as I'm pulled against the shining steel plate, pooling out behind me as the rubber flexes momentarily as though it was filled with jelly. A whirling soon kicks into gear inside my ears, the mask suddenly snapping into a more rigid shape as I faintly feel my head pool back out and into some roughly human shape once more.

"O...kay..." the blonde coos, the seat beneath her wheezing as she stands up from the aging padding. "Looks like you'll be getting one of the good ones" she explains, pacing around behind her desk as the sounds of drawers opening and closing barely reach me over the sound of the blood in my ears and the strange whirring.

Partnered with the Swap Clinic - Part One

I wriggle and shift in my uncomfortable metal seat, the cool steel beneath me stinging at my sensitive skin through the oddly soft and squishy bodysuit encasing me. I try to sit still, to simply wait for the doctor to return patiently. However, with each passing moment I feel the overly tight and clingy latex suit grow more and more uncomfortable.

The suit beneath me shimmers in the harsh lights blaring down from above me in the confined little office, glistening almost like oil as the suit itself ripples and jiggles with even the most subtle movements. The suit itself appears layered, the tight innards being protected by a soft and supple layer of what had been warm goo when I had first put the damned thing one. Slender segmented bands run up and down the arms and legs, the flexible strands of metal running perpendicular to the bands running around my waist the chest.

A small hood hangs behind me, a rubbery mask that lacks much more than a hole for a mouth to breathe through.