As I find my wallet, quickly patting down my pockets after sliding it into my black jeans, I mutter to myself.
"Phone, wallet, keys, all good" I mumble with a sigh, adjusting my moss green cable-knit sweater over my black t-shirt as I try to get them to neatly line up. Slipping on a pair of large and well-worn dark brown boots I quickly head out the front door of my apartment, stopping for a moment to turn off the TV and to save on electricity.
As I pace towards the stairwell my mind ruminates on the ad I had just seen, the images of the Duo lingering in my head. X-Change had been on the market for some time now, I had even used a very short-term one a while back. However, after seeing my 'alternate self' I hadn't really found the drive to use it again.
Being a tall and slender man I had figured I would be a tall and slender woman. However, I had not expected to look that slender with my female form appearing to be more lanky, pasty, and awkward than I wanted. Not only that but my massive cock didn't translate into much at all in this new form, my body being flat and lacking any sort of curves.
Spending an awkward evening like that had been enough for me, leaving me to swear off X-Change ever since, but the thought of what was possible with the Duo simply kept piquing my interest.
As I reach the landing I still had no clue just how my day was going to pan out, having no idea that I would end up finding someone's 'Duo' as I went about my night.
Bright flashes of light pulse overhead, filling the dark cramped basement with bursts of highly directional color through a thin artificial mist emanating from the dance floor. The whole place is filled with an awful humid heat, the sweat and breath of all the patrons hanging in the air thanks to the poor ventilation.
The floors and walls rumble with the hefty base coming from the main stage, a back corner of the club lacking any seating but making up for it with a large dance floor surrounded by towering speakers. Warm bodies jostle and grind against one another even beyond the dance floor, the desperate need for space in the overcrowded room leaving everyone getting overly familiar with those around them.
I, thankfully, sit awkwardly in the corner at a small booth amongst equally exhausted friends. We normally wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, at least for most of us our clubbing scene being a decent ways behind us at this point. However, we had been dragged along out of necessity and to humor one of our younger friends.I glance around at the swarm of people, looking out for my friends amongst the horde.
Towards the center of the dank dark club is a hub of white light, glowing strips of LEDs illuminating the wall of spirit bottles at the center of the bar. A black counter top wraps around the shelves, a writhing swarm of people standing and jostling against it as the bar staff race around to serve the rabid customers. I spot one of my friends attempting to hail one of the scant few bartenders, the sweaty man in his thirties failing to get the attention of the bombshell women behind the bar.
My eyes fall to one such young woman as she taps at the counter top with long black nails impatiently, her icy blue eyes rolling as she waits for the customer to put in their order. Her skin is ghostly pale and flawless, her exposed shoulders and mid-section revealing her heavily tattooed form. Piercings cover her ears, rings, bars, and stretchers all in varies shades of purple and black. Silky inky black hair frames her sharply defined face in a wolf cut, the thick lustrous locks bouncing slightly with each pounding blast of base from the speakers.
Her outfit can barely be considered clothing. While her lower body is hidden from view, her upper body is nearly on full display with only a single strap of leather binding her overflowing bust. The strings at the back of her black top are pulled overly tight, helping to stabilize her massive chest while creating a great deal of cleavage and under-boob for earning those all important tips.
Looking to the side I find just why the order is taking so long. A towering muscle-bound man in a tight button up shirt stands turned toward a lightly tan young woman with wild and fiery red wavy hair. Her plush crimson lips shift between a pout and an being nervously nibbled upon by the redheaded bombshell. She is dressed far more conservatively than those around her, though that does little to hide her killer body. She appears to be in her early twenties, likely fresh from the office as her white button-up blouse strains over her curves. The buttons strain and gaps form between them, revealing the lack of any bra containing her bust.
The redhead stands eyeing up the menu, a perplexed look flickering across her face as she reads each and every option with a sense of confusion. The man says something, repeating himself as the redhead leans in to listen over the music and the crowd. Finally, she nods turning to the bartender before pointing at the menu as the bartender finally perks back up.
Buried partially in the crowd I notice a flicker of neon pink, a jumping and bouncing mass of dyed hair drawing my attention away from the bar. I watch as the tiny curvy mixed raced girl staggers out of the crowd on a set of massive black leather platform shows, the footwear helping to make up for her sub-five-foot height. Her large green almond shaped eyes dart around the room for a moment, a wicked smile spreading across her lips as she adjusts her low cut pale purple top. Despite her diminutive stature her curves where still more than eye-catching, her perky check soon being put on display as she carefully keeps her nipples just out of view.
She slowly begins to canvass the crowd, tapping men and women on the back before asking them something. With each words she shakes her wide hips a little and bounces on her feet, causing her chest to jiggle dangerously close to escaping her top while her juicy behind strains at her tight latex short shorts. Before lone she finds her mark, a giddy grin spreading across the half-Japanese girls face as she is practically carried through the crowd and towards the front of the queue by a heavily tan Hispanic man.
My attention is rocked and snatched away from the bar as the bass drops on the dance floor, my gaze twisting the the now jumping and jostling crowd as they seemingly lose their collective minds. Standing atop a raised platform is a Chinese woman in her mid-twenties, the slender woman bouncing along to the beat as she moves between various screens and a laptop behind her mixing desk. Her dark hair is styled into a side-shave, with some Mandarin characters etched into the buzzed section of hair on the left side of her skull.
Her long legs are practically poured into a set of shiny latex pants, the clingy material revealing her thick juicy thighs and her taut plump rear.Her toned belly is on full display beneath what appears to be a simple neon yellow sports bra acting as a top, the straining material struggling to keep her chest held steady as she dances around to her own music.
Out on the dance floor I spot two young women grinding and toying with their chosen men for the night.
A dark haired woman in her early twenties backs herself up against her partner, a black man in what remains from his suit. She is ghostly pale and extremely slender, the size difference between the two making it seem like he could carry her off with one hand. Her curves, while modest, are heavily accentuated by the fetish gear covering her body. Latex stockings cover her legs, linking up to corset so cinched in at the waist it makes m eyes water. A latex one-piece covers her upper body, binding tightly around her next and her modest bust while leaving her milky white arms out in the open.
I watch as not a few feet away from her a luscious blonde bimbo sandwiches herself between two men, her plumped and puffed up lips leaving pink lipstick on one of her partner's neck as she lavishes him with affection. She is heavily tan, her exposed flesh lacking any visible tan lines and leaving the impression she must sunbathe in the nude. Her chest is overly perky and firm, the head-sized mounds more than likely being fake as they hold her silver sequined top up and reveal a heady amount of under boob. Her tiny black skirt fares no better, with her massive rear deforming the material an leaving her pink g-string for the world to see.
I twist my head away just as the second man slides in behind her, the blonde reaching back to grab for something in the man's jeans.
Hoping to not be forced to watch soft-core porn I glance over to the booths, only for my hopes to be dashed almost immediately. I soon find myself staring at a man and a woman both in their mid-twenties, both perfect specimens with the brunette bombshell bouncing and wriggling in the broad-shouldered muscular dark-haired man lifts and drops her onto his cock.
The young woman's eyes flutter and struggle to focus, the dark brown chocolatey motes rolling back as the man expertly nibbles at her ear and neck while his free hand snakes up under her poorly fitted peach colored ruffled blouse. It seems a size or so too large around the waist and stomach, while it bulges and strains seemingly uncomfortably over her chest, the man easily using the extra space beneath to reach up to tease and grope her bountiful breasts.
Her lightly tan face burns red, sweat dripping down her face and drool dribbling from her parted panting lips as the man soon brings her to orgasm. Her screams of pleasure are lost in the loud blasting noise of the club, the man smirking as he feels her quiver in his lap while he continues to fuck her senseless.
My heart sinks as the man notices me watching, his smirk growing as he sizes me up. "Pathetic" he mouths at me, reaching to the woman's chin as he brings her around into a sloppy kiss.
I quickly down my drink, the cheap vodka burning the whole way down. My stomach churns, saliva filling my mouth in anticipation as to what was to come next. I feel the color drain from my face, my body lurching from its seat as I feel myself growing green at the gills.
I quickly race to the bathroom, clamping a hand over my mouth as I try to fight back the tide of vomit begging to be released. I round the booth and rush down into a narrow corridor, forcing my way past the various couples making out in the only area of the club with a semblance of privacy. Door after door is locked, each and every bathroom being occupied for what I suspect is less than savory purposes. Finally, I reach the end of the corridor, a small door leading to a back office sitting at the very end while the fire exit rests close by.
Swallowing hard I feel the spittle immediate come back up with a mouthful of liquor, my eyes watering as I stagger out through the fire exit and into the stairwell beyond. I stumble up the steps, erupting out into the alley behind the building as I drop to my knees beside a dumpster. I sit in the rain as I hurl up a mixture of that nights dinner and the shots I had been forced to have along with the rest of my friends, a birthday tradition my aging body was getting worse and worse at enduring.
Wiping my mouth on my sleeve I try to get my feet back under me, my hand reaching out to find something to grab hold of that wasn't covered in puke. I feel my hand touch some kind of fabric, my gaze soon turning to a cheap black backpack sitting nestled tightly behind the dumpster. Rather than standing up I instead pull back on the bag, falling back on my drunken ass as the bag comes free with a ripping noise. The contents bulge and tumble part way out, the clattering of empty plastic vials and a small pill labeled 'Duo' soon capturing my attention.
It takes a moment for my drunken mind to catch up to what I was looking at, my free hand reaching out to the pill as I hold it to my face.
"That's a..." I mutter, blinking rapidly as I search for the word. It suddenly hits me, the idiotic thought slipping out from my lips as soon as I think of it. "Did someone in there use a... are they not normally like..." I stammer, somehow missing the idea that people may use an X-Change while out to perfect themselves or even appear as someone else.
I turn and rotate the pill between my fingers, ideas slowly worming their way into my inebriated brain. What if I took this? It's not like I had anything to do since I started my lengthy stint without employment. I could use a vacation, just a day or so, then I could just buy another set and dump the bag back here for its owner to find.
I feel a rush of adrenaline at the thought, the excitement of the unknown flooding me as I pull a few hairs from my head before placing them inside some of the empty vials. To cover my bases I spit inside as well, hoping to well and truly capture the required material in order to create an X-Change to bring me back to my soon-to-be former self. I drunkenly shove the vials back into the torn bag, not noticing one clatter to the vomit covered ground as I stagger backwards.
The trip back to my apartment is relatively short and uneventful, my drunken hands constantly fumbling with the bag as I struggle to keep everything inside despite the massive tear. I practically race inside my front door, closing it quickly behind me as I drop the bag to the floor and turn my attention to the pill.
Swallowing hard I place the pill into my mouth, wincing as I feel the small tablet slide down my throat thanks to a mixture of spit and the strange chemical used to infuse the pill with a person's template. My already sickened stomach revolts against the new intrusion, my body soon breaking out in a sweat as I feel my blood begin to boil.
"Just a..." I blurt out, my voice catching in my throat as I feel my vocal chords strain and snap with a painful pop. My legs give out from underneath me, sending my body tumbling to the floor with a loud crack. I heave and wheeze as I feel my skin bubble and my bones break, my gaze locked to the sight of the cheap bag as it fills my vision.
For the first time I find myself looking into the tear, my gaze soon fixating on the items spilling out. My mind races as I stare at the...
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