I lean back in my seat, sipping between the two profiles as I look at their display pictures inquisitively. One sweet looking and cute with a simply unreal amount of hair and what seemed to be a troublesomely wide set of hips, the other a little more slender and manageable build though with more of a grungy or somewhat trashy looking background.
"They're not... too different in age at least..." muse, thankfully not having to make a choice as to which younger or older was really all that better in a new body and life. "And at least one of them lives out of home... can't say much about the other aside from... she's a baker? Maybe?" I mutter, returning to the image of the short and bottom heavy freckled brunette as she stands with who I could only assume was her new boss.
"Still... is that better that shelf staking?" I continue, sipping more of my coffee as I think about just what working at a bakery entails. The early mornings, waking up before dawn to start ovens and fill mixers with ingredients for mixing. "... I mean I guess overnight stocking isn't much better... Bi is an interesting selling point though" I chuckle, the mystery of just what Ms Gouelle was leaving me a little concerned.
Sipping down the last of my coffee with a heavy gulp I look back at the two messages, my lips pursing as I decide to wait a little longer as I wait for some more messages before reaching out.
Hopping up and out of my seat I give a little stretch, the early morning sun streaming in through the kitchen window invitingly. Snatching up the empty mug I shuffle lazily back towards the kitchen, the images of the two young women who had reached out to me swirling in my minds eyes as I begin to make myself another coffee and a bit of breakfast.
Eggs sizzle in the pan and butter melts against toasted bread, the simple and humble breakfast being basically all I could afford at the moment. With a plume of steam I pull the lid of the fry pan, the golden yolks of the egg having cooked to a gelatinous goo while the bottom fried to a nice crisp. Tossing the eggs onto the toast I quickly finish making my second coffee of the morning before carefully carrying my haul back to the coffee table.
This time I place the items down before dropping into the seat, my body hunching over as I sit as to reach the food as I quickly begin to eat.
The breakfast and coffee are downed at a leisurely pace, the eggs in fact going cold before I can even finish them. Over an hour passes as I basically lose myself to the videos playing on the television, the curse of vaguely interesting long-form video essay content stealing even more of my time.
Stretching out, laying down on the couch as I bask in the late morning sun, I lazily pick up my phone as I navigate back to the messing app. My eyes go wide as I open it up, not only had I received two messages over night but somehow I had there more unread since I checked this morning.
Slightly taken aback I tap at the first one, shifting into the cushions as I get comfortable before reading.
Adrianna-Moore: "Hey, I saw your message! I'm really interested in taking your degrees, because why go through college if someone else will do it for me haha. I'm 24, and I live with my two younger sisters. We're pretty rich, and our parents died, which will give you some freedom. Also you'd be going through life as a straight girl, which you've never down before I'm guessing. I'd really love to live in the city, it just seems magical and different. I'm sure you'd love it out here in the country. We've got a fair bit of land, which you also won't get in the city hehe. You also wouldn't have to worry about a job or taking care of my sisters, because they're both pretty independent as well. Send me a response!"
Looking at the lengthy message I'm forced to read it a few times, the lack of any paragraphs making it all blur together a little as I go through. "Rich..." I think to myself, a faint smirk flickering across my face as I momentarily revel in the idea of simply swapping my way into wealth.
I quickly navigate over to the Swap Clinic app, the full name in the message helping me to find the young woman's profile with ease.
Name: Adrianna Moore
DOB: 27/04/2000 (24)
Location: Shaw County
As I open up the profile picture I'm met with the sight of a rather tall young blonde woman, her six foot one frame leaning against a marble kitchen counter as she smiles anxiously for the camera. Her long dark blonde hair appears windswept and messy, the long strands cascading down her narrow shoulders and coming to rest around the small of her back. Her sparkling hazel eyes look out from behind a set of large wire-framed glasses, the lens magnifying the soft brown-green pools behind them. She has soft and delicate features, from a weak jaw-line and chin to a dainty slightly upturned nose and soft reddened cheeks.
Her tall and willowy frame in clad in a set of muddy jeans and an open puffy black down jacket, a pair of muddy boot being clutched in her delicate slender hands as she stands in a set of thick black socks. Hoisted high, her jeans cling tightly to the blondes wide generous hips as her thick and squishy thighs are compressed by the taut tight denim. Though the open jacket she appears to be wearing a light blue low-cut t-shirt, her rather sizeable chest being held tightly beneath the sweaty cotton and a well-fitted bra beneath.
Beyond the kitchen window behind her rests a series of undulating rolling green hills, the gaps filled with no small amount of morning fog. Trees line the left side, running well into the distance as a windbreak while a scant few trees dot the hills to act as shade for whatever cattle or livestock they had penned around the hills.
L-Powling: "Hey! there im Lucy Powling, ive been debating for a while to try out the swap clinic and as my birthday was coming up i decided to take a look and possibly try someone elses life for six months or possibly indefinite if i like it!! i know you said something boring/ lazy but id be willing for the time to give up all my education as well to help you blend in seamlessly at my job at the Cardio vascular department at the hospital i work at as a nurse it might not be quiet but it would certainly be different. However i do happily own a small one floor house on the outskirts of town thats about a mile from the nearest neighbours and is surrounded by some new growth forest on all sides its quiet and how i manage to cope with the stress and just life its my own refugee so i think that suits you perfectly. Now i am currently visiting family as i built up a LOADDD of paid vacation time that i have to use up before the end of the year so youll have 2 weeks to adjust to my life before you need to get back in there then another week of time you can take if things get too much! so if we did swap youd have to drive back to my home which is about 3 hours from the nearest swap clinic. Now to the lassst two things i think are important is im bisexual with a heavy leaning towards women and that im wanting a full swap but am open to negotiation on certain "body parts" if we wanted to leave anything behind!"
Once more I'm taken back by the wall of text, my hand reaching for the bridge of my nose as I read over the massive block. My lips purse as I catch the job the young woman has, my brow furrowing as I shudder at the thought of having such a stressful job. "Probably pays well..." I think to myself, turning to the Swap Clinic app as I search for the woman's profile.
Name: Lucy Powling
DOB: 16/11/2000 (23)
Location: Latham City visiting family atm before my birthday and kinda wanted to try been someone on the other side of the gender fence for a while youd get to enjoy my birthday turning 24!
Standing in what appears to be a white tiled bathroom the profile picture shows a tan and relatively tall young woman with wavy shoulder length dark brown hair. A dark blue hair-tie holds the voluminous locks back into a ponytail, the small band matching the set of scrubs covering the young woman's surprisingly top heavy body. Her eyes mirror her hair, motes of dark muddy brown sitting a little further apart than one might expect on her tan face. Her face takes on a somewhat oval shape, from her rounded jawline to her high forehead, her plush pink lips forming a small smile as she turns slightly to her left.
Her tan frame stands fairly tall for a woman, though without seeing her shoes it is hard to tell whether her five foot eleven build is aided with any sort of heel. Based on her arms she appears to be fairly average, not too slim and not too plush or plump. Her chest however stands out as her defining feature, the bulbous rack standing high and firm thanks to a tight and well-fitted sports bra as it tents out her scrubs and makes it hard to gauge much else about her torso.
The bathroom around her looks larger than any most would have at home, the emergency call button sitting next to the toilet in the back right corner immediately letting the viewer know that this was taken at some sort of medical setting.
Kiara-Akana: Heyy,
I’m Kiana, 19, from Maui. People always think Hawaii is like paradise or somethin, but working at a hotel SUCKS. All I do is like run around for rich ppl while I’m broke af and can’t even enjoy the beach most days.
I just wanna get outta here, even if its just for a bit. Idc where, ur life’s probly way cooler than mine. U can come chill in my body, lay on the beach, drink mai tais or whatever while I go see wat it’s like to not be stuck here.
Hit me up if ur down to swap!”
"Well..." I mutter under my breath, looking over the message and its shortened sometimes cutesy speak. "... This is... definitely different..." I continue to muse, re-reading the message one last time as I confirm just where the young woman lived. Tropical was certainly a far cry from where I lived now, and from the other women. As I muse over the idea of living on some warm and sunny tropical island I move over to the app, the profile being easy enough to find thanks in part to the rather unique location.
Name: Kiara Akana
DOB: 11/11/2005 (19)
Location: Maui
The display picture shows a pretty and rather athletic young woman leaning against a tall wooden table, the two standing in picturesque white stands as pure blue waters and waves roil in the background. Long and frizzy dark brown hair flutters in the light winds around her, the longest strands reaching down just past her somewhat broad shoulders. Her light brown skin is dotted with freckles around her nose and cheeks, with some appearing in more dense patterns due to years of baking in the islands harsh sun. Her hazel eyes appear half open, the dull dark bags resting beneath them screaming exhaustion and lack of sleep.
Her athletic build stands at around five foot six, the fairly average height being hard to make out as she leans against the table for support. Long and very well toned legs stretch down from beneath a green floral sarong skirt, the powerful limbs screaming either a runners lifestyle or perhaps a swimmer. The faint hint of a set of black bikini bottoms peek out from the long slit in the side of her loose and airy skirt, the set matching the outline of the bulging black shape beneath the woman's loose white short-sleeved crop top. Her taut and tight stomach is on full display, the light brown skin being just as sun-kissed as the rest of her, with the faintest hint of abs and obliques sitting beneath her warm toned flesh.
The beach behind her appears rather sparsely packed, the long curved shoreline either being well hidden or simply being used by the young woman in the office season on a decently sunny day. Only a few faint clouds dot the sky, the warm sun being free to beat down on the woman as she sweats slightly with a tall ice filled drink resting on the table beside her.
"I really don't want to be in-charge of peoples' health..." I muse, wincing as I think about how stressful it would be keeping people alive and well as they manage cardio vascular conditions or prepare for surgery.
My mind turns to the other jobs or careers of the bodies on offer. "Baker... those are some early starts, but could be fun to learn how to make that stuff. Though shelf-stacking or hotel work could just be some mind-numbing tasks that I could zone out during, and they seem to live in... well... cheap places I guess?" I mutter, trying my best to decide which job was best.
"Then again... I could always just have no job... there's the rich girl..." I state, pursing my lips as I look at her image and the mud caked boots and jeans once again. "Though I guess just because she doesn't have a job doesn't mean she doesn't work... and she wants all degrees so... could be uneducated I suppose..."
I let out a huff, reaching over to my coffee before draining the cold milking beverage away as I heave myself back up into a seated position. With phone in hand I lurch up from my seat, walking back to the kitchen with my mug in order to make yet one more coffee as I mull over my answers.
"Gotta really think this over..." I sigh, my thumb flicking across the screen as I send the Swap Clinic app lunging between profiles. "This could be... for quite a long time..."
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