Early Reitrement - Part Two

Unfortunately, I couldn't see the prices the Swap Clinic was offering without going into one of their branches. There was no way to tell just how much I would need to add to the rather ample sum I had been left as a part of my grandmother's inheritance. When she had passed, her large family home had been sold off as a part of the estate, the multi-story home having been bought for a reasonable sum in the 1940's now easily drawing in well over a million dollars.

For my part, my grandma had left me a sizeable chunk of the funds from that sale. The wayward grandson, the one seeming to flounder in his thirties apparently needing the leg up even more than her own daughters. 

I had left the lawyer's offices $750,000 dollars richer, and having drawn the ire and jealousy of many of my own family. Still, it was not enough to merely retire on, not without a home to call my own. However, a trip to Swap Clinic could easily solve that issue.

 

"O... kay..." I mutter to myself under my breath, the landing page of the Swap Clinic catalogue soon loading onto the tablet's screen. Names and even pictures of various traits begin to pop up around the center of the device, each with a brief name followed by a simple costing.

Honey Blonde - $550

Moss Green Eyes - $750

Healthy Tan - $200

Clicking my tongue at the prices I shake my head a little, my hand sliding down into my pocket as I pull out my phone. 

"Not trying to... spend..." I muse, continuing my mumbling as I quickly pull up the calculator app along with a notes application. "... Now let's... see... three point eight for... term deposits... and five point two for savings accounts..."

As I fiddle with the calculator I punch in the starting sum, hemming and hawing for a minute as I try to work out just how much I could stomach spending from this amount to get some kind or really any kind of house.

"Maybe... I don't know... four hundred... four fifty?" I grumble, more than halving the stating about as I wince at the sight of the rapidly diminishing figure. "I might need more than that..." I huff, gently placing my phone on my lap as I turn my attention back to the tablet. As I tap the menu in the top left I quickly switch the 'Selling' menu.

In a moment the app goes blank before flickering back to life, a pop up suddenly filling the white space.

'Summer Body Blowout

Sell three or more traits in one transaction to earn a 50% bonus on your transaction'

I blink is disbelief for a few moments before swiping the advert away, a small grin forming on my lips as the rest of the screen boots in. A simple search bar fills the top of the screen, the center rather than being filled with advertised traits instead being filled with the apps best guesses of what I was intending to sell.

Swallowing hard and with a short huff of breath I quickly being to look up my own, or at least as similar a trait as I can find, in the search bar as the screen quickly populates with potential categories as well as their sale prices.

It doesn't take long for me to discover that quite a few of my traits simply aren't worth all that much, a mere $60 for my hair color or $90 for my complexion. For the most part, selling a trait like this just didn't seem worth it, the idea of selling something just to buy a replacement seemed like putting a band aid over a bullet wound.

"Maybe if I can't find more than three things to..." I mutter, my eyes going wide as I type in something I definitely figured would be worth at least something. Being over six feet tall, a chance for someone with more money than sense to escape their 'short man syndrome'.

"Thirteen thousand!?" I practically croak, the shock soon passing as I quickly dump the trait into my cart. My heart races as I rub my feet against the rough fraying synthetic carpet beneath me, my mind turning momentarily to the thought of just how tall I might be by the end of this before being snapped back as another pop-up jumps to the forefront of the screen.

'Trait sold without replacement

Please select a replacement [Height] before checkout'

 

Much of the remaining traits go the same way, my focus starting on the more desirable features I can find before shifting to really anything and everything I can think of as I search for things worth selling at all.

My heart skips a beat as I add my cock to the firing line, the $11,000 for the thick ten inches in my jeans sitting in the cart practically beginning for just one more item to be added to add that promotional multiplier. It's then that it its me, my thumbs typing away as I try to search for how much being 'Male' was worth at the clinic.

Thousands were up on offer, a valuable price to pay to break through the glass ceiling for some or enjoy the privileges of manhood. My heart races as I feel my brow begin to sweat, my lips pursing before being sucked in as I contemplate my decision.

"I mean... I don't plan to work after this..." I mutter, tilting my head to the side. "And women do live longer, maybe I can sell a few years as well... it'd be win-win..." I continuing, my shaky voice displaying little confidence as I sell off my own sex in exchange for cold hard cash. I watch gleefully as the number displayed above the little shopping cart jumps up by fifty-percent, the three items alone being worth nearly fifty-thousand on their own.

With the thought of living long already on my mind I quickly search for 'Age' in an effort to see just what I could get for the extra few years I would be theoretically tacking on with my switch to the fairer sex. Thousands for a year or two alone, tens of thousands the stepper the asking amount of time back on the clock got.

With a long slow exhale I try to do the quick mental math. The older I was the less money I would need in my retirement, though that was due to the simple fact I would be closer to the grave than ever before. After shifting between various options over and over I quickly offer up a decade of my life in exchange for quite a heft sum.

"Okay... so I guess I'm going to be a... Forty-One year old woman..." I mutter, my heart rate spiking as I squeeze my cock between my firm thighs. "Fuck me I guess, what else can I sell..."

 

Over an hour passes as I as I sell off my body and mind piece by painful piece. My education and skills fetch a rather high price, decades of study and graduate education quickly evaporating as well into the hundreds of thousands of dollars are left in the cart. I try not to think about just how much I was hollowing out my life as I fill the cart, the ever growing number keeping me fixated on the task at hand as I quickly surpass $500,000 is potential gains from my sold traits.

However, as I sit back and admire my ghoulish handy work I soon find myself stuck with a more grueling task. 

'Traits Requiring Replacement

[Height]

[Sex]

[Sexual Attraction]

[Ass]

[Hair Style]

Tap For Full List'

For a moment I consider reassessing my choices. However, the large sum of potential money is too tempting to pass up. With grim determination I switch back to the purchasing menu, the screen flooding with traits along with a new option to find 'replacements' for the items currently in my cart.

Thankfully, most are easy to find replacements for with some even adding further funds to my cart. "Men are trash I suppose..." I mutter under my breath as I tap [Sexual Attraction - Men], my cart quickly accepting the addition $50 credit for playing catcher for the rest of my life. I cringe a little as I increase my own [Sexual Sensitivity] to [High], even as the cost difference leaves me in a net credit.

"Fuck me..." I groan, the thought of being plowed and actually loving it making my stomach do somersaults as I look at further options. A shudder runs up my spine as I quickly add a few additional changes, a couple of bonus erogenous zones as I hammer a few thousand dollars into my plentiful credit.

"It's worth it..." I mutter to myself, quickly switch out as I begin to browse more bodily traits. "It's I'm going to get fucked I at least want to cum..."

Looking at physical traits I soon find myself eyeing up those that would leave me more or less a bombshell in this new life, my stomach sinking as I quickly come to realize that even being a petite or slender woman would cost more than some of the traits I was already trading away.

"If I'm moving..." I muse, my gaze turning to the [Body Weight - Chubby} and [Body Type - Pear] along with their plentiful credits. "A bombshell coming to town would draw attention, a softer... rounder woman would just blend into the background..." 

I quickly add in physical traits on the cheaper end of the scale, from a five foot six height to rear that the app will only describe as [Huge]. With the sudden surge of new traits I shift to adding in some new skills and education to replace what I had lost. Gardening, cooking, and various arts and crafts quickly flood my cart, each at a fairly decent level of proficiency.

"Hopefully... I can save money growing and cooking my own food..." I sigh, my thoughts turning to the insane amount of money I had spent on takeout over the past few years. "And knitting?... painting?... those are cheap hobbies... I think..."

My three degrees and my postgraduate are quickly replaced with the education of a high school dropout and the simple English degree someone was wanting to get rid of due to their own middling marks.

"Worth the money..." I whimper under my breath as I watch the credit from the terrible high school education send another surge of credit into my account. With the newly added capital I'm suddenly struck by a brilliant idea, my thumbs typing away as I hastily add a great set of financial skills and feminine hygiene along with yoga and running as hobbies.

"Definitely worth it..." I chuckle, scrolling down to the more miscellaneous traits. "It'll cover the costs of a better metabolism and flexibility, and I'll have that chub melted away in a matter of months... it's free money..."

Between glasses and a few minor cosmetic changes I quickly finish off, my eyes darting up to my cart as I add it to my calculator app. My lips quiver as I quickly begin to type away on the device, my pounding heart leaving my hands shaky as I try to avoid any sort of miscalculation.

"Five-forty-five... plus the three-hundred..." I huff, working out how much I would have left at the end of things and after buying my hypothetical house. "That between a high yield... and term deposits should equal...thirty-six thousand in income... so like... seven hundred a week..." I muse, slumping back in the seat as I stare at the cart in disbelief.

Biting my lower lip I reach up to the cart, slowly exhaling as I tap through to proceed wit the sales and purchases.

"I've lived off of less... and without rent... that's basically..." I ramble, trying to justify my decision only to be cut short the moment I tap 'Confirm'

"Mr Hughes!" shouts the woman from reception, the short middle-aged receptionist looking out around the room. "Mr Hughes, please come to the counter"