Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Two

Looking over the profile again I purse and pout my lips.

"Maybe I could get rid of some of those hyphens" I mutter to myself, wondering what else I could fit in if I did so. "Maybe tomorrow or something..." I sigh, sipping at my coffee as I place the mug down on the coffee table. "I'll tr and think of something tomorrow..."

Reading it one more time I close the app, opening the secure messaging app as I check for any responses to my profile. Raising my eyes brows in surprise I find myself actually looking at something more than a blank screen, the messaging app finally sporting two notifications for unread messages.

I tap at the first, the messaging app hanging for a moment before it suddenly fills the screen.

Astrid-Gouelle: "Hi, I saw you were looking for something different, and I think I'm different enough. I'd be interested in taking your degrees in the swap. I live out in the country, so I'm a good while away from the city."

I'm taken aback by the formality of the message, even the fact that it ended in a full-spot giving me pause. Returning to the Swap Clinic app I quickly try to search for the profile, the rather unique name making it rather easy to find what limited information that app even stored for people.

 

Name: Astrid Gouelle

DOB: 13/07/2001 (23) 

Location: Beaufort

 

As I bring up the profile picture, the screen flashing black for a moment before the image finally enlarges, I'm net with the sight of a short mousey young woman with rosy cheeks smiling sweetly albeit nervously for the camera.

Long wiry hair drapes over her tiny delicate shoulders and down past her large juicy rear, her long locks only faintly obscuring her surprisingly wide hips. Her pale face is smattering with a heavy dusting of light brown freckles that complement her deep brown eyes. She doesn't show her teeth as she smiles, rather her soft pink lips simply curve as she simply exudes warmth regardless.

She is dressed in a long off-white dress that drapes over her five foot four frame, the long sleeves encasing her slender narrow arms as her subtle modest bust press out against the light material. A warm looking dark green and teal checked sweater vest adheres tightly to her torso, her tiny waist only being accentuated by the woolen vest before her hips flare out violently beneath.

Behind her stand a small redbrick building, warm lights flooding out of the window as the interior is lit from some unseen source. Glass cases filled with cakes and sweet baked good stand next to a cash register, a back shelf behind it all being stacked high with loaves of bread. Beside her stands a taller woman in her fifties, the rail thin blonde grinning ear to ear as she holds up a sign reading 'Welcome to the Team'.

 

S-Tompkins: "Hi I saw your profile, I'm Stephanie Tompkins, I'm 24, I live in Terry county about 2 hours north of you, I think it'd be a nice change of scenery. Terry is pretty nice and calm, there isn't a road for miles that isn't scenic, especially further out from the highway and truck stops. I've always thought the whole city life sounded so exciting and I'd love to see and live it.

I currently live with 2 friends, a couple, in a 4 bedroom house we rent, rent is cheap my part time job at the big lots covers my share. I grew up here and just feel a bit smothered in familiarity, I want a body and life swap. I'm in shape, no allergies, no disabilities/conditions, I'm 5'3 150lbs. Quit smoking 3 years ago, no drug use. Bi and single"

Reading over the message takes a surprising deal of time, the length of the response and the detail she had added leading me to read it more carefully. As I bring up the Swap Clinic app I quickly look up store she works at, soon finding results for the discount retailer filling my results.

 

Name: Stephanie Tompkins

DOB: 07/02/2000 (24)

Location: Terry County

 

Enlarging the profile picture I'm met with a short and somewhat plain young woman, her flat strawberry blonde leaning more to the blonde side hair plastering her sweaty forehead in a messy fringe. A set of brilliant emerald green eyes shimmer in the early evening sunset, a poorly applied black eyeliner helping a little to make them pop, clashing and contrasting with the subtle red hues filling the frame. She's pretty in a 'Girl-Next-Door' way, the young woman smile widely at the camera as she reveals her slightly misaligned teeth and a small black ring in the right side of her bottom lip.

Her rather average to somewhat slim build is clad in a loose red and navy blue flannel and a set of ill-fitting loose jeans, the ill-fitting and somewhat torn garments screaming goodwill with a hint of grunge. The heavy flannel tents out a little around her chest, the decently sizeable bust making itself known as the wind presses the top against her.

Her hands clutch at two bottles of beer, the cheap bottle of the barrel brand barely visible thanks to the torn sticks. One is nearly empty while the other seems to have a few swings taken from it, a faint redness in the young woman's cheeks letting the world know just where the booze had gone. Behind her is a rather large backyard, the grass a blend of poorly cut green and yellowing patches beneath her boot covered feet. Behind her sits a small picnic blanket, a cooler sitting in the center to hold it down while plates of cheap cheese and crackers sit lazily placed around it.

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...