Twisted Testing - Part Two

Slumping forward I slowly crane my neck back up, my eyes falling on the grinning visage of the woman on the screen.

"I guess... when do we start?' I ask, the woman quickly responding with a giddy clap.

"Today!" she chirps, her whole body leaning forward as she begins to type and click at her computer. "I will have one of our couriers come to your apartment in the next hour or two.. Oh this is so exciting! Thank you Mr Hughes, I promise you won't regret this. Let me just..."

"Okay but what are you sending me?" I grumble, my lips pursed as I feel my stomach begin to sink.

"Oh... right..." the woman remarks, her eyes going wide as she realizes that she had just completely skipped over that part. "I was thinking we would get you to try X-Change Co-Ed, a pill designed to give you the body of an eighteen to twenty-two year old."

With a few more taps at the keyboard and a click of her mouse the woman beams a grin from ear to ear. Moments later my phone begins to buzz, rattling its way across the coffee tab briefly as it tries to alert me to a message.

"Done" the woman coos, her hazel eyes returning to look my way as I lean over to read the message on my dimming phone.

'Your Order 'IT-0001785" is on its way'

 

 "So... you want me to be a kid again?" I ask in a mild haze, slightly confused at what sounded like a rather conventional albeit perverted X-Change offering. The woman scoffs in response, seemingly taking of-fence to my question.

"Please Mr Hughes, we prefer young adult here..." she states, pausing for a moment as she looks away for a moment as if struck by the semantic nature of her words. "... Though yes... that does include teenagers... elder teenagers mind you."

"And these are meant to help with..." I begin to ask, leaving the end of the question hanging in the air as I create a rather pregnant pause. Once more a little color returns to the pale woman's lips, her eyes going wide as she adjusts her glasses.

"Oh there are many things these can help with" she states, muting and unmuting as she clears her throat before speaking again. "It can help parents keep an eye on their kids while on holiday. Not having to be followed around by their 'uncool' middle-aged parents, I mean if their child goes on a girls or guys trip a chaperone could even be one of those girls... or guys" she explains, hastily adding the 'guys' part as she seeming forgets for a moment that X-Change can go both ways.

"So... spying on your kids..." I muse, reaching out for my coffee as I take a sip. "And that's it?"

"No no Mr Hughes" the woman chirps back, giving her head a little shake. "It could also let teachers or school administrators a grounds eye view of their cohort. They could look for bullying first hand, they could get real feedback about classes from students regarding classes, they could talk as peers for once."

Pausing for a moment, I purse my lips and look up to the roof as my mind wanders. Sipping again at the coffee I swish it around with my tongue, the problem milling about in my head finally finding purchase and words as I look back at the screen.

"This just sounds like a rather specifically designed X-Change Custom" I state, pulling in my lips as I give the woman an awkward look. "Is that why you're sending it, just for measurements and seeing how it looks in the end?"

The woman on the monitor shakes her head as she grins ear to ear, her eyes wide in excitement as she shuffles her seat a little closer to the screen.

"Wrong again Mr Hughes, though I understand the reasoning there. This makes the user young gain, not just appear it" she explains, pausing for a moment as she begins to try and piece together an explanation in a way I can understand. "Structurally, you body degrades over time... oh that's not a nice way to put it..." she mutters, stopping before she can even begin as she begins to ruminate on the idea once more.

"It's fine" I weakly chuckle, waving my hand as though to move past the comment. "Keep going."

"Right... okay... So the body degrades, that is how we managed to make the experimental X-Change Milf and Dilf. Those work to hasten said damage and to wear out the body to artificially age them to the desired rough point in time. However, at that point we needed a way to turn people back to their original ages... following?" she states, taking a breath before checking in I was keeping up.

With another sip of coffee I give the woman a nod, leaving her to continue her explanation even if some of it might pass me by.

"Okay, so fixing cartilage and teeth and skin and... well everything required something closer to a base level overhaul. The body would repair itself if treated the right way, some adjustment to telomers and a rechecking of degraded DNA along with structural changes like reforming cartilage and refreshing worn wrinkled skin" the woman explains, her eyes practically sparkling as she describes the process. "We found we could just return a Milf user back to their original age, a DNA swab to help remember their genetic age along with a return pill custom made from that information, but we could also choose to overshoot it."

"By how much?" I ask, furrowing my brow as the woman jumps at the sound of my voice.

"Pardon?" she blurts out, seemingly having forgotten that I was even there during her explanation. 

"By how much could you..." I begin to ask, pausing for a second as I try to rephrase. "How much could you overshoot by?"

The woman's eyes go wide before she looks away from the screen, her eyes going wide as she looks down and away.

"Fairly far..." she squeaks, her image on the stream shuddering a little as a chill runs up her spine. "... But I promise, we've pinned the age range now. We're not sending any of our external testers back to finger painting or diapers" she chuckles weakly, the subject obviously being a sore spot.

"It sounds like you've had this thing tested in house" I state, thinking about how to phrase the next part without talking my way out of a job. "Why... do you need external testers like me then?"

"Simple" the woman chirps, eager to explain the experiment. "We haven't had a chance to test just how effective a disguise this is in public. We also haven't had a chance to test for any side effects of prolonged use, or if environmental factors may have an effect on the user. This X-Change is doing quite a lot of drastic changes 'under the hood' so to speak, we need to know that our customers aren't going to start bawling their eyes out from a sudden hormone imbalance or break out in the worlds worst case of acne once they touch a piece of fried chicken."

"So you want me to... blend in?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at the buried request in the woman's ramblings. She merely waves a dismissive hand at the question, huffing a little through her nose.

"Well yes, that sort of data would be helpful of course" she explains, a little frustrated that the key selling point she had mentioned was being questioned like this. "You live close to college yes? Taught there?"

"I mean... yes?" I respond, knowing full well that my address and job history was on the application I had submitted.

"So then you would be perfectly able to attend a class or two, maybe have lunch on campus every few days to see if anyone notices anything amiss. We're not asking for much in this department, just a... a sniff test" 

A small ping comes through the laptop speakers, the woman looking up to the corner of her screen before she quickly looks back to me.

"Now where has the time gone?" she laughs, adjusting herself in her desk chair as she prepares to stand. "I'm sorry Mr Hughes, but I have another appointment I have to attend to. Thank you for your cooperation in this program, I hope you enjoy this as much as our other products."

"I've... uh..." I mumble, my cheeks growing flush. "I've never really used X-Change before" I blurt out, the woman chuckling back in response.

"Oh... well it's simple, the instructions should come with the testing kit. You should be able to work it out, but please follow the instructions very carefully otherwise we may have trouble getting you back to the precise age you left."

The woman begins to stand in the image, her modest bust and dark plain bra being ever so slightly visible under her blouse thanks to the bright lights overhead. As she pats the creases out of her black pencil skirt she reaches to the computer, her hand moving to end the call.

"Wait!" I call out, the woman freezing as she hunches over slightly. "That bonus... how do I confirm I've taken the pill?" I ask, desperate for that sign-on incentive so that I can cover my rent.

"We will deposit it into your selected bank account, the same we will use for your salary, once you upload your first picture in the testing portal." she explains, moving to finally close the call. "Instructions will be emailed to you. Now I really must go, thank you for your time Mr Hughes and hopefully this is the start of a wonderful collaboration."

Before I can say another word the call ends, the silence of my apartment only being broken by the rattle of wind and rain on the kitchen window and the pounding of my heart in my ears.

 

The next hour and a bit feels like an eternity, with each notification on my phone letting me know just how far along the deliver is. From packaged to dispatched to nearing arrival it all takes place in a little under fifty minutes.

However, it's the last stretch that leave me hanging in the wind. With no way to track the driver I'm merely left to pace and wander around the apartment, unable to calm down or to do any other activity as I wait for the experimental X-Change to arrive.

Of course, the coffee doesn't help the situation as my heart pounds in my chest. My anxiety peaks, the thought of being used as one of if not the first person outside a lab to test this thing twisting my insides into knots.

Thankfully, I'm snapped from my pacing and fidgeting as a soft knocking comes from the door.

"Mr Hughes?" a quiet and sweet voice calls from outside and in the main hallway. "Are you home? Urgent delivery."

Racing over to the heavy wooden door I quickly undo the latches and chains, the various locks having been added to the decades old fixture without any ever really being replaced or removed. Pulling at the brass handle I pull the door open, my gaze falling to a short and fairly athletic Hispanic woman clad in a set of black pants and a dark non-descript polo. 

The woman, likely in her mid-twenties, looks up at me with a set of deep brown eyes, her five foot five frame forcing her to crane her head up harshly to make up the nearly a foot difference in our heights. Clutching in her hands is a small brown box, the cardboard having been wrapped in bright yellow warning tape.

"Mr Hughes?" she asks, her very slight accent slipping from her lips. She reaches back, a hand rifling around on her belt before suddenly producing a small touch screen. "Please sign here sir" she states, popping a small stylus from the side before passing it to me.

"Uh... yeah... sure..." I blurt out, my pulse quickening to a frightening pace a I take the little black pen into my shaking grip. With a quick scrawl I sign the screen, a small green light appearing on the top as the little black box confirms something with my handwriting.

"Thank you" the woman chirps, taking the tablet into one hand as she holds out the box for me. "For you" she continues, practically shoving the delivery into my hands before quickly turning to leave. "Have a good day sir!' she calls out, already halfway down the hall by the time she finishes her sentence.

"You.. too..." I call back in response, barely getting the second word out as she bounds down the stairs and out of sight. "Must have them on a tight schedule..." I muse, slowly backing into my apartment as I ease the poorly painted door shut.

 

Walking back towards the kitchen in search of something to open the delivery my phone buzzes and rumbles again. At set of notification pop up on the screen, my gaze darting over just in time to catch them before the screen goes dark.

'Your Order 'IT-0001785" has been delivered'

'You have been granted access to the X-Change Testing Portal'

You have new tasks in the X-Change Testing Portal' 

Pinning that in my mind I hasten my pace, lunging into the kitchen as I snatch up a knife and begin to slice through the tap surrounding the unlabelled box. As the cardboard is freed I quickly pull at the top, the folded sections unfurling as I'm left staring at a set of pill bottles wrapped in protective plastic and a small sheet of paper.

Picking up the wrapped bottles in one hand, a single pill sitting in the bottom of each, and the paper in the other I quickly begin to read the instructions I had been given.

1. Rinse mouth with clean water

2. Take swab from Container A

3. Swab mouth for thirty seconds

4. Add swab and carrier fluid to Container A with pill

5. Take pill in Container B to begin experiment  

"Simple enough" I muse, reaching up to the cupboards to get a glass. I quickly begin to follow the instructions to the letter, even timing out the swabbing using a stopwatch on my phone to make sure I'm as close as possible to the thirty second requirement. Before long I'm left staring awkwardly into the orange plastic pill bottle, the white pill at the bottom of a mixture of spit and 'science water' simply sloshing about as it faintly changes color minute by minute.

"Okay..." I mutter, sealing the bottle before placing it in the back of a draw for safe keeping. "... That's done... now..." I weakly croak, my voice catching as I grab the identical container in all but label that had come along in the package.

Rattling the bottle a bit I feel the large pill jostle and shake around, another confirmation that there was only a single pill inside. Swallowing hard I pop the cap, holding out my hand as I shake the pill out.

Watching as the contents roll out I find myself staring at the...