Equivalent* Exchange - Part Three

My mouth hangs open for a moment in a stupefied fashion, a low gurgle rising from my throat as I struggle to string even two thoughts together. Staring down at the tiled floor I watch as the dark lines between blur and fade together, my vision waning by the second. Coughing to clear my throat and focusing my sleepy mind, I finally manage to croak out "Tr...Tracy... I'll..."

"Fan-tastic" the technician muses in a chipper manner, her fingernails clicking against the plastic keyboard as she makes some new notes.

It was a tough choice, the idea of becoming far younger than my current body was all too enticing. However, each left me worried from the keywords mentioned.

'Easy' was hard to interpret, the fear of becoming some office slut overwhelming the idea that her life was simply easy.

Living with someone's parents was a no after over a decade of enjoying my independence. I cringed at the thought of asking for some allowance, living under the rules of another person, and playing by their rules.

Finally, the word 'Taken' sent chills down my spine. The other women had more neutral and less possessive terms, leaving me fearful of what being 'Taken' might entail.

With those worries in mind, the only option left was Tracy. Her job meant she had her own money, and living in a larger home meant she was hopefully somewhat well off. The 'Kinky' tag worried me, but certainly not as much as the rest or as much as having to deal with her fiancee.

Equivalent* Exchange - Part Two

"Don't worry love, I managed to track down some available folks that meet at least some of what you asked for" she explains, the sound of her heels clicking growing further away as she speaks. "I'm just going to step out for a smoke, I'll be back in a minute. Just give those a chance love, give a look at those five."

My gaze turns down towards the sheet of paper in my hand, my head banging lightly against the large device still covering me from the temples up. The text on the page is relatively small, a cost-cutting measure to save ink, and the descriptors are rather sparse.

When I had heard there would be five to choose from I had figured there would be more to go off of than this, a few little words designed to give just a brief glimpse into the lives of these people.

"I guess..." I mumble to myself, bringing the page closer to my face so I'd have even the slightest chance to read it. "I guess they don't want to be giving out too much information."

My eyes scan the page taking in what little I had been provided.

Equivalent* Exchange - Part One

"Alright" chirps the gravelly and tired voice behind me, likely a once bright and luscious tone slowly brought down by years of smoking and exhaustion. "Let's start with something easy, how about education"

I listen for a moment, the quiet room filling with the sound of typing at a keyboard. Nothing changes for me however, my gaze still largely filled with the sight of a large flat screen showing what I could only assume was brain activity. Blobs of color ebb and flow on the television, a reflection of what was occurring inside my skull as I sat inside the odd-looking device.

It looked more like one of those old-style salon hairdryers than anything else, a chair with a towering column of plastic in which I was to place my head. The whirring as it started had been distracting to say the least, but as the image had started to come through the device had grown whisper quiet.