New Body, New World - Part Three

"Are we interested in any?..." it asks, slowing to a stop as it stands beside the towering orc woman we had originally started with. "Perhaps Rarghosh't... Bane of Havoc Ridge again..." it states, looking to me as if expecting a response.

"Oh I... I don't know..." I respond, looking over the nearly seven foot tall green skinned woman as my pulse quickens. "I mean... does she have magic or... what am I even saying..." I blurt out, the figure not wasting any time in its response.

"No magic..." it states, pointing at one of the orc woman's bulging biceps. "Just physical prowess... Head of Goretusk Tribe via combat... Social power too..." the figure continues, it's hood slowly inching closer as it draws in towards me.

"Again... Are we interested in any?..." the figure asks, getting close enough that I can almost make out the withered features hidden beneath the voluminous patches of cloth. "... Do you wish to see more... or can we make deal?" 

Pausing for a moment I look over the aisles of dimly lit fantastical forms, the other patrons quickly finding their chosen bodies among them from aristocrat to zebra-folk. Inhaling deeply I try to race back through all I had seen before, my mind rushing through all the stops along the way and any cursory glance I may have made between each stop.

"Um..." I cough, clearing my throat as I glance towards one of the closer aisles. My gaze falls on the black silky hair and pale purple skin of the horned woman, my heart catching in my chest as I begin to ask a question. "How long do... Succubus-Borne live? 

New Body, New World - Part Two

 "Shall we...?" the figure croaks, its towering form heading back towards the rows of men and woman before I weakly join in behind it.

Shuffling along I look out through the rows of slumped and seemingly lifeless forms of all shapes and sizes. My eyes go wide as the balding man a few rows down approaches the slumbering snake woman, his hand reaching out to her fanged maw. In an instant he is gone, the woman lunging forward on instinct as her jaw hinges and her lips rapidly slide down the mans torso and past his legs and feet.

I let out a cry of shock, my embarrassing shriek soon being followed by various other 'patrons' around the warehouse as we watch the bulge that was the middle aged man slide down the dark haired woman's throat and into the bulk of her long scaled body.

Suddenly, her eyes flash with a faint sickly green light as her whole body shudders. Before long her fit seems to die down, the wide eyed stare stemming from her predatory eyes being far removed from the vacant stare of the rest of the bodies around us.

"Thissssss..." she hisses, her naked upper body lurching backwards and forward as if struggling to stay upright. "Will take ssssssome getting usssed to" she cackles, a long forked tongue flickering from her lips as her hands quickly set out fondling her sizeable chest gleefully.

"Each require filling... different body... different means" the robed figure ahead of me explains, pausing for a moment as he gestures to a nearby coffin. "We start here, yes?"

New Body, New World - Part One

Winds howls through the streets as I push against my car door, the rumbling soon shifting to a sharp whistle as I try to force the door open against the buffeting wind. With a harsh and somewhat pained grunt I lurch forward, the door catching a wild gust before swinging open on its own with a loud metallic crunch.

For a moment the sound of bend metal and plastic echos through the industrial district before disappearing beneath the roar of the wind around me and the dull hum and thud of the factories in the distance.

In an instant my teeth are set chattering, the wind chill immediately cutting to my bones. I begin to shake, my hands sliding quickly into my pockets in search of warmth as my torso is left to fight for itself beneath its simple shirt and threadbare sweater. Trudging forward I shove the car door with my hip only to find it stuck, the stubborn thing only slamming shut with the help of one good kick. 

"Fu... fuck this..." I huff, my breath turning to a thick fog as I speak with a shudder. "Couldn't it have been a different night?"

Wanderer's Wardrobe - Part Two

After a short break I slowly come to my feet, my arms shaking slightly as I walk up to shift the damn thing across the room. As I reach out to grapple with the massive thing once more time I pause, my head shaking from side to side.

"There has to be something inside this thing" I grumble, trying to justify why I was struggling to move the giant piece of furniture. Reaching down to the handles I pull it open, my eyes going wide as I stare at the racks of well hung outfits.

"I knew it, I..." I cheer, my excitement turning to a low groan as my shoulders slump. "Why didn't I check before I moved this fucking..." I grumble, my head perking up as I look at the clothes dangling inside.

Jostling as if freshly hung up I glance between four rather complete sets of clothes, the slight swing in the hangers lasting longer for some than for others as dangling pairs of shoes swing and lurch from the old wooden frames.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Six

"Okay... okay..." I pant, taking a series of deep breaths as I get the car started. "Step one, I need to get out of here. This girl was a cheerleader, at least in college so... somewhere without a local college I guess..."

As I carefully reverse out of the parking lot I strain to get a sense of the steering wheel, my dainty fingers fumbling with the thick plastic ring as I'm forced to relearn to drive or at least how the damn thing handles with this new body.

"... Donovan Ranges were always nice this time of year..." I muse, nibbling my lip as I slowly pull out into the quiet suburban street before mentally mapping out the quickest way to the highway. "Small towns... plenty of people coming and going for hikes and camping and..." I continue, biting down hard as I squeeze my thighs together and relish the sensation of athleticism and fitness that I had lacked for over a decade at this point.

"... and I suppose I could enjoy the exercise too" I laugh, my voice coming out in a cutesy giggle as I finally get onto a main road and on the way out of the city as a whole.

Wanderer's Wardrobe - Part One

Sweat drips from my forehead as my arms wrap around the towering piece of furniture pressing itself against my chest. My breath is short and sharp, my back pressed between my door frame and my chest compressed by over a century old variable wall of varnish hardwood.

With the help of a set of steel-capped boots I had slowly waddled the damn thing out from the street and up four flights of stairs, the process having taken hours after finding this beauty out on the street during my morning walk.

Now, stuck between my bedroom door and the massive wardrobe, I'm forced to wiggle it fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch along with me. My arms and legs beg for relief, my core aching and my body exhausted to the point of nausea. 

However, knowing that I wouldn't be able to wriggle back into position if I quit now I slowly and carefully shift the massive piece of furniture into the room. With a loud asp of relief I feel the slat of wood wedged into my back deflect off of a shoulder blade, the legs of the wardrobe crunching into the floorboards slightly as I manage to drag the thing with me into the bedroom proper.

 

"Why..." I pant, taking a deep breath as I twist the wardrobe around and shove it roughly into a corner. "... Why did I think I could do this by... by myself..." I huff and puff, inhaling and exhaling deeply as I tumble back onto my bed.

While the wardrobe wouldn't exactly live where I left it, the tall and wide deep red-ish brown centerpiece still sitting partially up against the doorway and blocking the entrance, I am still able to take it in.

As tall and it is wide, the wardrobe itself looks more like a built-in piece of furniture. The piece simply must have been a custom commission, the sheer size alone making it impractical to have in most bedrooms.

However, despite this, the wardrobe itself was simply nothing short of a masterpiece. From carrying the damn thing it was easy to tell the wood was old growth, the sheer heft and density to it being beyond what you could likely find available today. With this in mind the carving work seems to have been done with an amazing eye-for-detail.

The whole thing is framed by a set of thick wooden beams, the sides having been etched with practically life-like depictions of songbirds and insects. Nests sit filled with carved in eggs, bugs emerge from cocoons and winged inspects appear as though they are mere moments from escaping the wood itself.

The two massive doors have not been spared the carpenter's touch, with rings running around the wood in layers as though to create a sense of depth to the carving. The staggered layers of art work appear to form the depiction of a path, or really two with one curving off from each door and towards the hinges. Trees line the outer edge, their branches reaching over to form a canopy and to form a frame with their mirror image on the other side.

Two wooden handles sit side by side in the doors of the wardrobe, a simple indent with a curved handle resting inside. Tiny fluttering creatures rest on the ring of runed wood surrounding each of the indents, the small fantastical beings appearing to look directly at me with wide dark eyes and giggling faces.

"Fairies?" I muse, cocking an eyebrow as I look at the inch tall creatures resting and flying around the handles in the carving. "I guess they match the forest theme and... how old is this thing anyway?" I ask no one in particular, falling back onto the bed with a groan as I rest my pained arms and legs.

 

How could I have known just how old the wardrobe was, a gift from a fair folk for a favor given.

Centuries old, the Wanderer's Wardrobe had been crafted for a noble couple centuries ago. The lord of the land had rights over who could and could not hunt on his lands, and when granting those rights on a section of old growth in exchange for silks and furs the local residents had offered him and his wife something to help clothe them instead.

In exchange for barring entry to the forest, allowing this vestige of the old world to remain alive and thriving beyond the prying eyes of mortals, the lord and his young wife would be gifted the most magnificent wardrobe. Designed by the fae, crafted by master gnomish artisans and made from the fallen tree of a dryad the piece was something beyond what any man or woman alive could hope to replicate.

Inside was clothes for all occasions, the enchanted wardrobe summoning forth a collection of clothes whenever it is opened to give its owner variety.

Upon seeing it the lord had immediately accepted, with no small amount of urging from his wife as she stared enamored with the fine silks and warm furs hanging inside the wardrobe. However, it only took a week before the Lord sold the rights to hunt in that forest once more, the powerful gentlemen not liking the idea of being told how to manage his own property.

It was then the wardrobe's malicious nature finally emerged. For that one week it had given clothes without any issue, the lady of the house prancing about the halls in a new refined and lavish outfit every day. However, on the day the hunting rights were bartered for the young lady was no where to be found.

Searching high and low the Lord returned to his chambers, his gaze turning to the open wardrobe. Shuffling over, exhausted from his search for his lawful wedded wife, he reached out to a rather strange muddy piece of commoner's garb. As he snatched it in his hand the clothes whipped deeper into the wardrobe, dragging him in along with it. 

In an instant the Lord was gone, the world changing to be as though he had never existed. On the other side of the country a young homesteader stumbled out of her wardrobe, the aching and exhausted young woman tired from a day in the local lord's field and shivering in the cold as a burly man motioned for her to come to their 'bed'.

By morning the wardrobe was sold, the man of the house not even knowing where the lavish furniture had come from. His 'new' wife hadn't even woken to the noise of the wardrobe's removal, the rough fucking from the night before and the sudden impact of a day's hard labor leaving her exhausted body longing for the pile of rags that gave the dirt floor some semblance of comfort.

From then on the wardrobe had simply traveled the world, coming into people's lives and quickly changing things for the amusement of those who had commissioned it.

 

After a short break I slowly come to my feet, my arms shaking slightly as I walk up to shift the damn thing across the room. As I reach out to grapple with the massive thing once more time I pause, my head shaking from side to side.

"There has to be something inside this thing" I grumble, trying to justify why I was struggling to move the giant piece of furniture. Reaching down to the handles I pull it open, my eyes going wide as I stare at the racks of well hung outfits.

"I knew it, I..." I cheer, my excitement turning to a low groan as my shoulders slump. "Why didn't I check before I moved this fucking..." I grumble, my head perking up as I look at the clothes dangling inside.

 

 

Making it with the Medallion - Part Five

With a deep breath I begin to eye up the clothes on the floor, my heart hammering in my chest and ringing in my ears as I try to plan out my next steps.

"Okay... tough choice..." I huff, biting down firmly on the inside of my cheek as I try to piece together my thoughts. "I still have the car... for now..." I muse, realizing just how much I would be losing in this exchange. "No ID... no education... going to the bank is going to be..." I continue, patting at my pocket as I think about how managing things was going to be far harder than before.

A smile slowly forms on my lips as I squeeze my wallet, my mind turning to the cash scattered through the boxes in my back seat.

"I guess that cash is going into the mattress for a bit" I giggle, bouncing a little in excitement as I feel my heaving bust and plump rear jiggle along with the movement. "Though I guess $250,000 is more of a mattress in an of itself..."

Running my tongue across my plump lips I glance over the clothes scattered around the room, my gaze drifting to my own oversized outfit as I slowly begin to formulate my plan.

"Well..." I mutter, reaching for the stretchy set of shorts that made up part of a cheer uniform. As I grab the medallion for a brief moment I feel my whole body shudder as a static buzz crawls across my skin. "... This should have some options" I wheeze, my voice pitching up from what was once rich and full to a soft bubbly coo.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Four

"Okay..." I mutter, taking a mental note as I lean in to the mirror and look over my delicate lightly tan face. "Tall young woman... at least I could use some of my clothes I guess..." I muse, reaching over to the medallion as I grab it along with another item of clothing with baited breath.

"But what else..." I continue, my heart racing as the static charge rapidly shoots up my arm. "... Could I be..." 

As my grab the medallion I reach over to a bundle of stretch elastic beige fabric, the breathable material brushing against my long and delicate fingers. In an instant I feel my skin begin to burn, the light tan growing more and more pronounced by the second as the pale streaks on my shoulder rapidly vanish while the paleness below my waist heightens to a ghostly level.

My hips pop loudly, the pelvis rapidly flaring out as the waist band of my sweat pants stretch and side up and over the growing mass in my lower body. I can practically hear my thighs and ass gargle as soft squish fat pools into them, the taut skin fighting to contain the juicy flab and hold it in a delightfully plump and perky state.

As I hold up my t-shirt I watch as the defined abdominals vanish into a slim tan belly, my waist soon cinching in tightly as the air is forced from my lungs. My chest bubbles and grows, the fatty mounds growing more prominent as they push out at the dyed blue cotton before sagging just ever so slightly.

 I watch as the once delicate and slight youthful face in the mirror rounds out slightly, her cheeks growing more full and flushing as my eyes shift to a muddled hazel and grow to a delightful doe-like stare. My lips plump up, the pink cushions growing soft and enticing while the dark shoulder length hair curls slightly as it shifts to an auburn hue and rapidly descends down to my lower back.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Three

As I carefully navigate the narrow city streets I turn my mind to the plan once again, my options having been narrowed down slightly after having completed my spur of the moment heist.

I simply wasn't going to be able to return to the apartment, not even temporarily to borrow someone else's life for a bit. I couldn't risk it, not with what I had just done. With my thoughts turning back to what I had done I quickly snatch up the medallion and grab the purse, tossing the black bag from the car as I turn down a side street as I clutch the medallion to my sagging chest.

"Okay..." I croak, wincing as I listen to the raspy feminine voice slip from my thin dry lips. "I need a better body than..." I mutter, shuddering s I glance down at my elderly form for but a moment. "... This"

Pulling the car over I quickly take my phone from my pocket, my withered delicate fingers tapping loudly and slowly at the screen as I begin to look something up.

"I'm going to need to find a decent thrift store nearby. I mean between the city, airport and the university nearby there are plenty of people ditching old clothes that can work as a new body"

Making it with the Medallion - Part Two

My eyes go wide as I move to touch the face of the ancient necklace, my hand quickly retreating as I remember just what this was meant to be and what it could be capable of.

Taking a deep breath I try to focus, my thoughts turning from the pounding rhythm of my heart to the plan I had been cooking up for the past few days.

"Okay..." I sigh, trying to calm myself down through the haze of caffeine and excitement. "It's time to..." I mutter, my mind torn between the sheer scale of the options the medallion had just opened up for me.

Taking the last of my boxes into my arms, the grasp I hold on the medallion suring up to the point my knuckles practically glow white, I slowly begin to trudge out of the apartment and towards my car turned temporary home-to-be and storage unit.

There wasn't much left when all was said and done, mostly just books and old sentimental items along with the games I had collected for years that I had been unable to bring myself to sell. I listening to the jostling of old game cartridges as I reach the stairs, the sound of plastic clattering against plastic soon, giving way to the low rumble of the washing machines and dryers.

Making it with the Medallion - Part One

My heavy footfalls thud against the old wooden floorboards of my apartment, my constant pacing only being broken up as the steps occasionally fall upon the old worn carpet in the center of the living room.

My hands clasp a large mug of dark steaming coffee. My fourth of the day, the sheer amount of caffeine likely being the cause or at least heightening my anxiety as I struggle to to spill the overfilled mug in my shaking grasp.

Bringing the cup to my mouth I gulp down a searing mouthful, a gasp for air soon following from my lips as I feel the coffee burn my throat. My eyes begin to water as I swallow again, desperate to get the coffee down as I feel it snake down into my stomach.

Blinking rapidly I try to clear the tears from my eyes, my gaze falling to my coffee table as my vision clears only to leave me staring at the letter sitting pride of place at the center of the table.

 Notice of Eviction

Dear Mr Hughes, due to defaults with regards to your rent we regret inform... 

 

Before I can read any further or relive the terror that had gripped me when I had received the letter a loud knocking echos through the apartment. My heart flutters and my eyes go wide, my head whipping around as I mutter to myself.

"It's here..." 

New Moon, New Life - Part One

Candles flicker around the forest clearing, the thick wax cylinders holding down the crinkling blue tarp beneath me. Even with the weak flicking flames being nearly useless to read by I'm still easily able to read the sheets of paper strewn about at my feet, the pale light of moon flooding the glade light a spotlight from the heavens.

The moon seemed impossibly large, the sort of bright glow in the night sky that looked more akin the a photoshop image than reality itself. Tides were thrown off, birds cawed and crowed outside as they thought it was day time.The world seemed alomst turned upside down as the largest moon any of us had ever seen loomed overhead.

It was the event of the century, the sort of full moon that no one alive today would ever have a chance of seeing for the rest of their lives. For some it was a chance to watch the marvels of the natural world, others a time to party. However, for many around the world it was a time to tempt fate and try to weave magics while beneath the light of the fullest moon.

Some sought riches, others love, I had come out into the deep forest with a different reason entirely. Reaching for my pock I pool out a tiny vial, the dusty glass capped with gold as the viscous red liquid inside roils and splashes about in a remarkably lively state.

'Magical blood' I had been told, in part a reason it hadn't simply turned to a tried caked on brick of crimson coagulant. While I, along with practically everyone on the face of the Earth, were simply numb to the world of magic, there were those who were not only attuned to it but had the very essence of the arcane in their veins.

Mr Marigold's Magician's Box - Part Three

"Do I... need to pick something?" I ask, adjusting my jeans as I feel my mighty ten-inch cock shift in my boxers. "I... there wasn't anything there that I really... you know... it's hard to pick them just from looking at the... right?" I bleat and blubber, unable to really form a coherent answer.

Mr Marigold pauses for a moment, stroking his chin in thought as he glances to my and then to the magical stage equipment with a discerning eye. After a brief pause he shakes his head, the massive top hat jostling in a worrying fashion as he begins to speak.

"Well... I..."Am afraid I must insist you pick something, otherwise you may wind up with nothing... below deck at it were, and we can't have that" Mr Marigold sighs, giving me a little shrug. "Each compartment needs to be filled I'm afraid, why don't you explore a little more good sir? I'm certain you will find something to your liking soon enough."

I give a short sigh myself as I look down, the thought of giving up my cock making my stomach sink. However, as I glance back to the rather attractive assortment of parts in the boxes the urge to finish what I started becomes all to great to avoid.

"Fine..." I mutter, spinning around and heading back towards the shelves once more. "I'll be back soon" I call out behind me, hurrying along as I delve back into the strange selection.

Mr Marigold's Magician's Box - Part Two

After a short pause he flicks his wrist, producing the purple ticket I had place in the door before repeating the motion as it vanishes again.

"...You however, have been gifted one free session" he explains, gesturing to the many racks and shelves. "Most outside of the community don't get such an opportunity, do you perhaps have a family member who is a part of the pro..." he begins to ask, pausing and cutting himself off as he waves his hand.

"Never mind that..." he states, not letting me get a word in edge wise. "Simply pick out what you would like from the shelves and bring them to the boxes, once you're ready simply climb inside the empty set and I will start the show!"

I stare blankly at him for a moment, blinking in disbelief as he looks down at me with a delighted grin. Slowly but surely his smile begins to fade, his joy being replaced with a look of confusion.

"Well dear fellow?" he mutters, gesturing towards the shelves and racks with a flick of his wrist and a wave of his hand. "Explore, indulge, cavort, and enjoy the..." he begins to state, only to finally get get off by me.

"What do you mean by..." I huff, my eyes going wide as I look to the various neatly packed or stacked body parts. "Are you telling me these are people and.. and I'm meant to be?... Wear?... I mean..." I blabber, the older gentlemen looking at me in a mixture of frustration and confusion.

"Why yes my good fellow" he states, cocking a thick black eyebrow. "Theses did in fact belong to others, and you may in fact take them for yourself should you so..." he explains shortly, his words tense and tightly packed. "Did the one who granted you this boon not explain this to..." he begins to huff, revealing the ticket once more as he holds it between his hands.

"I got that at a bar from some guy who..." I blurt back, my heart hammering in my chest as the reality of the strange situation begins to set in.

Mr Marigold's Magician's Box - Part One

Shivering in the evening chill I trudge down the dim dank alleyway, my boots splashing in foul sour-scented pools of what I can only hope is water. My clammy hands clutch at a small purple ticket tightly, my knuckles white as I grip the cheap plastic rectangle.

The alley itself is much like any other, graffiti and tags sprayed against the brick walls while large dumpsters force me to weave and squeeze my way down the narrow path. I freeze as I hear something squeak and skitter in the darkness, a flash of fur diving down beneath one of the dumpsters as a long pink tail thrashes about behind it.

A simple light sits a decent way up the plain brick wall at the far end of the alley, the squat and long broken green plastic revealing the fluorescent bar within. As I draw closer I cock an eyebrow, my gaze shifting over the plain brick wall in confusion.

"I could have swor..." I mutter, looking back towards the entrance to the alley. I bite at my bottom lip, wracking my brain as I try to remember what I had been told only a few days ago. Sure, I may have been more than a little drunk at the time, but I should have remembered a simple set of directions.

As I approach the wall something begins to stand out in the plain and simple red brick wall. An arch of bricks, still layered in the same pattern as the rest, fail to really blend in with the rest thanks to their slightly darker and muddy hue. Squinting at it, purposely blurring my vision, it almost looks like a door frame inlaid into into the brickwork.

With a little burst of speed I approach the wall, my right hand patting the bricks in search of something... different. However, despite seemingly having found the right place it still looks and feels just like any other wall. Before long I find something, a slight gap in the mortar at around waist height. Sizing it up for a moment I hold out the ticket, measuring it up as I read the overly dramatic and cursive text.

The Marvelous Mr Marigold's

Menagerie of Magical 'Mishaps'

Magician's Boxes - One Free Use

A Swap With A View - Part Two

Claire bounds to her feet with a squeal of excitement, the brunette downing the rest of her glass before she races back into the kitchen and then to the other side of the house. "He agreed!" the older woman cackles, a thudding set of footsteps soon bound upstairs as she goes to retrieve something.

I sit in silence, shivering with anxiety as I drink the wine in an effort to steel myself. Before long I hear the footsteps begin to grow louder again, the sound of Claire's voice soon echoing out from over the mezzanine.

"So I was thinking..." she calls out, excitement dripping from each word. "You could...Swap bodies and lives with Mei, my daughter's bestie. I swear, that girl is a terrible influence, has been ever since they met in college" Claire huffs, her excitement waning as she grumbles at the thought of this frustrating thorn in her family's side. 

A Swap With A View - Part One

Standing outside the suburban 'McMansion' I quickly check the odd series of messages on my phone, the large and well-maintained property seeming well beyond what I had expected when I was contacted out of the blue about a certain little offer.

I don't have to wait long however, before I can even load the app itself I jump with a start as of half of the large wooden doors swing open as quickly as their hinges and heft will allow. I watch as a tan brunette in her mid-forties quickly peers around the frame, her pale green eyes wide and magnified by a set of red framed glasses. Her hair is a wiry mess, a scrunched up purple band holding the lion share of the dry and heavy tangle behind her in a ponytail reaching down to the middle of her back.

As she smiles up at me I watch as crow's feet and laugh lines quickly etch themselves into her face, a set of slightly coffee and wine stained teeth flashing up at me from her five foot six frame.

"Are you..." she coos excitedly, her voice a little hoarse as though she had just fought off a cold. "I saw you on the door camera and..." she blurts out, looking down at herself and the 'cozy at home' clothes that adorned her. A baggy white t-shirt hangs from her slender frame, the neck sliding down one of her shoulders as the faintest hint of her perky chest inches into view along with a link of chunky looking beads. A large set of tracksuit pants and a set of comfy wool-lined slippers adorn her lower half, her delicate feet wiggling in the shoes as she seems to try to let the excitement out somewhere.

"Come in! Come in!" she croaks, heaving the door open more as she grabs my arm with a little tug. "I just dropped the kids off at school and I was about to clean before..." she blabbers, her brain barely keeping up with her mouth as she drags me into the tall and narrow foyer.

The Swap Cafe - Part Four

Patting down my pockets I quickly find a little blue rubber band, the clingy strap containing some kind of RFID chip in a rounded bulbous mound. Reaching up to the black box with it I hear a little digital beep, a loud click soon following as the gate swings back a little under it's own weight. With a shove I push it open, shuffling inside as I spot a large hand written sign on the side of the block of units.

PLEASE CLOSE THE GATE <3

Pouting a little at the need for the sign I gently push the gate behind me, listening out as I hear it bounce back into place before rattling against its lock. Shuffling along, fiddling with the blue band between my delicate fingers, I approach the first apartment. The corner unit features a little window beside the door, the view likely having been much better before the car park and eventual fence.

I wrack my brain as I try to remember if I had seen any other windows, the exhausted malaise gripping me making it hard to remember how I even got here.

"I need a coffee..." I mutter softly, reaching out to a familiar black box beside the door as it chimes just as the gate had. I grab the door handle and quickly twist it, a musty and unclean scent seeping out of the gap as I shuffle inside.

The Swap Cafe - Part Three

"Right" the dark haired woman snaps, stepping up beside the redhead with a glare. "You two are done and dusted right? Good..." she huffs, not even letting us give our response. "Thirty days, You..." she declares, pointing to Bronwyn in my body. "You will be back here at this time in thirty days. And You..." she continues, pointing back at me. "You can be back in thirty days to reclaim your body,  otherwise enjoy your new life Bronwyn" she states in a matter of fact tone.

We all watch as the dark haired woman storms off to the door, opening it up as the world beyond shows a rather bright street filled with trees along the median strip.

"You!" She snaps, pointing at me. "This is your stop, off ya go."

My heart leaps into my throat, my eyes darting around behind the clarifying glass lens as I look over the others standing around expectantly. My head buzzes as I look up at them all, even the other women in the cafe being at least an inch taller than my new self as my mind strains to accept my new height.

"Wa... wait..." I squeak, eliciting a giggle from the redhead as she seems to relish my panic and confusion. "I don't know where I... where I even live, or how to put on makeup, or how to wear..." I blabber, clamming up as the dark haired woman storms over with a scowl.

"Ya body will remember that stuff okay" she huffs, reaching out to grab my wrist before yanking my forward and placing a hand against the small of my back. My hips rock from side to side, my chest bouncing violently as I'm raced towards the door.

"Now hurry up and get!" the dark haired woman yaps, finishing our little march with a hard shove. "We've got to set up for the..."

The Swap Cafe - Part Two

A little chime rings out as a set of footsteps stagger inside, heavy panting breathes following as the redhead practically skips up towards the front door.

"Sorry I'm late!" cries a shaking voice, her words fighting to come out between deep breathes. "I have my..."

"Thank you for showing up sweetie" the redhead coos, her words dripping with a painfully sweet tinge. "He's still here, I'll... just... take..." she chirps giddily, a giggle coming from her as I hear a two sets of footsteps begin to grow near.

"I'll see if Candace is ready with the tea, you two just wait... right... here..." the redhead chirps, pulling out a chair as I spin around to see a rather pale and soft young woman with ruffled brightly colored hair trudge tiredly towards the seat.