For a second I feel like I'm seeing double, the rather plain and simple Swap Clinic around me flickering with the image of one that felt far more lavish. The unspooling of my brain finally runs it's course as I feel the last of myself slide out of my skull with a wet plop, the long single strand of thoughts and experiences soon landing rather haphazardly inside someplace else.
My eyes struggle to
focus, the warm dribble running down my chin feeling as though it was
different than mere moments ago. A soft voice calls out to me from the
haze, my throbbing head making it hard to focus on just who it was
coming from.
"How are you feeling Ms Akana?"
The soft and gentle tones reverberate inside my head, the name Akana causing a faint twinge of recognition somewhere deep inside the squishy mass I could feel myself pouring into. I barely manage to gurgle out a response before slumping forward, my body landing with a thud into a set of grasping hands.
My view of the world is shrouded by a curtain of long dark hair, the curtain of frizzy strands smelling of sea salt and lightly of artificial coconut. My dimmed vision snaps to my nose as I feel myself slow get dragged forward, the slight hazy sight of the light brown bridge leaving me going cross eyed in an attempt to get a better look.
As the door to the room opens, the young woman holding me up huffing with the effort of juggling my limp body as she shoves the door, I let out a pained groan. The sound of the hinges rings horridly in my ears and skull, a terrible throbbing and burning sensation filling my head as I feel more and more of myself shift and settle into place.
"My... head..." I whine, my drool filled mouth spluttering out the scant few words in a hoarse yet delicate voice. Demure and almost sickly sweet, the sound feels all too foreign to me as I linger on the sound for far too long.
"You have..." the soft-spoken woman huffs quietly, her words pausing between deep breaths. "... A far... less experienced... brain..." she explains, forcing another door open with her body as I'm met with the sound of soft piano music.
With a sudden surge I feel myself almost begin thrown onto a rather plush sofa, my whole body sinking into it as I collapse limply into the cushions.
"Please..." the soft voice pants, obviously a little out of breath. "Please just rest for a moment, we can dis... discharge you in an hour or so..."
I quickly lose track of time as I shudder and whimper on the couch, the sound of the sweet and gentle music being overpowered by the mewling whines escaping my brand-new lips. I slowly raise my hands to my head, soft and unmistakably feminine fingers clutching at my scalp as I feel a set of fairly long nails dig into my sweaty skin.
My head positively pounds, my heart beat causing my skull to feel as though it was about to split in two. As the the long strand of my consciousness slowly worms into the soft and supple gray matter sudden bursts of static ripple through my brain, thousands of new connections forming in the young woman's under utilized mind.
"It huuuuuuurts..." I blubber, the room filling with the pathetic whines of the teenage girl I appeared to be.
As I'm wracked with yet another bolt of mind numbing pain I convulse, my body lurching off the couch as I tumble to the soft carpeted floor beneath. Splayed out on the ground I slowly begin to take stock of myself, my long and power legs resting bare to the open air from beneath a short skirt while something else clings to my thighs. My sweaty skin clings to a light yet form fitting long sleeved top that sits buttoned up all the way to my neck.
As I lay on the ground, my hands still clutching at my head, I slowly begin to slide my fingers up through my hair. Clearing my vision my watering yes go wide, my gaze falling onto the soft slender dark skinned hands contrasting with the stark white ceiling above me.
"Holy..." I gasp, swallowing down hard as I lurch up. "... Shit..." I continue with a huff, my arms shooting down beneath me as I heave myself up a little to get a better look at myself.
A shiny set of dress shoes sit on my feet, the glint of the polished fake leather quickly catching my eyes. However, it doesn't take long before I'm left staring slack jawed at my long and athletic legs. I flex my calves, watching the firm taut muscles firm up beneath my light brown skin in awe as my head continues to pound faster and faster as my heart rate rises. As I flex my pert tight rear and thighs I feel the thick trunks of my legs strain against some sort of short and elastic shorts beneath my skirt.
The plain black skirt rests just a little above my knee, enticing enough to catch the eye while remaining somewhat professional. The lower portion of a plain white button-up shirt slides beneath the waist of the skirt, my taut and narrow waist being painted by the light synthetic fabric as it clings to my body. My eyes lock to the soft and perky bust pressing out against the white top, the faintest hint of gray popping through the white as my new bra lifts my rather sizable chest.
As the thoughts on my outfit run through my head my lips begin to twist into a bit of a grin, the fact I was able to critique the outfit in terms greater than 'Oh that's cute..." leaving me rather confidant in my retained knowledge and experiences.
As the door to the room opens I swing around with a start, my eyes wide and my heart racing as a short and somewhat doughy young woman in her early twenties shuffles in. Light brown skin contrasts with her own white shirt and long black dress pants, her squishy upper arms and thighs straining the inflexible material.
"Ms Akana?" the young woman asks meekly, looking down at a clip board clutched in her pudgy grasp as she adjusts a set of reading glasses. "Your... Your time at the Clinic has expired. Could you... could you please follow me?" the short young woman asks as she gestures towards the door behind her, the questioning tone not really matching the more forceful intent behind it.
"I..." I bleat, blinking rapidly as strands of deep dark brown hair slowly fall into my vision. "Yeah... sure..." I manage to squeak out, my hands panting at my skirt in search for... well anything of my own that Kiara had left on her body.
Thankfully, I soon feel my hands smack against something firm in the shorts beneath my skirt and another set of pointed pieces of metal in a back pocket. Prancing towards the door, my body naturally moving with a spring in its step, I fumble with my skirt in an effort to fetch the items from the skirt beneath.
Sliding the items out I soon find myself hold a small entry-level budget smart phone with a cracked and damaged screen along with a set of keys to... well I'm not quite sure.
The doughy young woman, now likely close to half a decade my senior, quickly ushers me out of the room and down a long hallway. Dozens of room branch off from either side, the well kept hall with fresh and clean bright white paint feeling far more luxurious than the dingy suburban clinic I had been in only recently.
Th waiting carries on the premium feel, between the higher class furniture and the flat screens for checking in and calling up customers being far nicer than the simple plastic seats and front desk of most clinics. Old, unfit, and otherwise unperfected folks sit around waiting for their turn to head inside, their dream holiday and beach body only a swap and a few thousand dollars away from a weekend in the sun.
Eyes linger on my fit young form, mixes of lust, envy and just simple appraisal soon flooding in from the waiting customers as I skip my way to the exit with glee. They wanted something from me, either pieces or to be inside me one way or another, the thought sending a perverse shiver down my spine as I push open the door and step out into the late afternoon sun.
I'm forced to shield my eyes as I adjust to the bright rays, the heat of the tropical paradise quickly making itself known as I find myself baking in the sea air. Sweat beads on my forehead as I wander out into the street, a series of boutique stores catering to the islands tourist population lining the road, the mounting warmth soon leaving me eager to strip down to something less covering.
Looking down at my key I glance around, looking up and down the street in search of a car that matched the make listed on my key. Before long I find something, an old beat up and rather rusted pickup trunk that looked so heavily used I'd be surprised if it even ran sitting in an extremely sloppy parking job.
"You've got to be kidding..." I mutter, shivering as I listen to my sweet and soft voice sigh in one of it's first full sentences. Biting firmly at my lips I approach the white truck, my shoulders slumping as I push the key in and turn it with a slight click.
As the door swings open I'm met with a wave of suffocating warmth, the cabin of the shitty two-seater having turned into an oven as I had waited in the clinic.
"God damn..." I huff, carefully climbing into the drivers seat as I desperately try to avoid anything metal. Waiting for a moment with the door open to try to cool the interior down I pull out my phone, unlocking the damaged device with my new thumb as I try to bring up the GPS and a route home.
"This had better be worth it..."
Driving through the city makes one thing known, this is a town for tourists. Hotels, short term rentals, and all manner of shops catering to the islands guests pass by a I struggle to drive the spluttering manual pickup down the street with unfamiliar arms and legs.
It doesn't take long however to find cheaper and more rundown houses and businesses flying past my windows, the uneven roads appearing to have been left to degrade in favor of the tourism hubs at the expense of those who actually lived here.
My stomach sinks as I find the GPS guiding me out beyond the suburbs, houses soon growing further and further apart as dense trees and the beach begin to flank the road. Mansions and holiday homes sit interspersed with tiny shacks, the last hold outs against the mounting gentrification of the island's fringes.
As even these houses grow even more spread out I'm soon told to take a harsh turn off the main road and onto a dirt path, the whole car lurching with the grinding of metal as I take the right-angle a little too fast for the failing vehicles liking.
The dirt road wraps around behind a curtain of palms, the line of trees blocking the wire fence and the small studio cabins behind it from sight. Standing on concrete blocks, the various cabins look like they were intended for short terms visitors, though despite this it seems that Ms Akana had lived here prior to our swap.
My lips quiver as I slowly pull up beside one of the newly built robin's egg blue shacks, my breath growing short as I stare at my new home in shock before bringing the car to a stop.
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