Re: The Swap Meet - Part Four

The world around me slowly bleeds back into my consciousness, the whirring and rumbling of the large device surrounding me being the first thing to force itself way into bombarding my senses. My mind reels, thoughts and feelings roiling and churning inside my skull as the mess slowly begins to settle.

My body feels numb, the vibrations running through the metal walls of the machine causing my arm and the side of my face to jostle and shake. As my eyes slowly open the vibrations leave my vision faltering, the dim steel room blurring severely as my eyes rattle inside my skull.

Bright red strands of hair soon begin to fall into view, the constant shaking of the machine shifting the heavily dyed strands out of their messy yet well-parted bob as my eye line is quickly filled with shades of bright neon red.

Re: The Swap Meet - Part Three

"Next!" calls a man from the stage, his gaze falling to the small set of steps leading up to the raised wooden platform. The queue stands empty, the lab coat-adorned man soon looking around at those standing around the stage in an effort to find the next set of swappers. Our eyes meet for a moment, the man in his early thirties nodding towards myself and Monica as she hangs from my arm to talk down to Sally beside us.

I nod to the attendant, turning around to face Monica reaffirming my original choice to take over her life whatever that may be.

I watch as the pale and curvy young woman with bright and undoubtedly artificially red hair talks down to the natural and diminutive redhead beside us. A subtle tinge of jealousy creeps across my mind, a mixture of long held anxieties of rejection blending with a want to be desired. The look in Sally's eyes as Monica questions her, entertaining the idea of a swap, awakens a desire to be looked at in the same way.

Re: The Swap Meet - Part Two

With a deep breath I look over at Monica, my gaze darting between her cute lightly freckled face and her large prominently displayed chest. The gears in my head spin and turn as I try to piece together what to do. I had only come here to check out the Swap Meet, maybe to do a temporary swap, but here I was considering giving up being me permanently.

A slight hiss escapes my lips, the subtle noise failing to get any of the girl's attention as they bicker and fight over who would be swapping with who. Before I can get out a word I watch as the very tired and increasingly frustrated Mckenzie throws up her hands in a weak surrender.

"Know what? I'm just gonna let you all work this out" she grumbles, shuffling away towards the crowd around the center in search for some people experiencing less drama.

Taking my chance I clear my throat, struggling to look at the pierced young woman in her bottle-green eyes.

"Uh, so Monica... were you still..." I croak out, my blood running cold as I realize just what I was suggesting.

Re: The Swap Meet - Part One

"Just this once" I mutter under my breath, steeling my nerves as I pull the doors open. "What's the chances of anyone wanting to be me and me wanting to be...well them" I chuckle softly, ducking a little and slouching my shoulders nervously as I slip into the entryway.

​As I walk into the modest community center I find myself in the threshold of a short hallway, a shiny polished concrete floor reflecting the harsh florescent lights which flicker above me. The walls are relatively far apart, leaving for a large enough space for multiple to wander the hallway, with multiple doors leading off into smaller breakout rooms. Small sheets of paper hang on the stark white walls nearby every doorway, each containing a series of names on the simple but effective signup sheets.

"Just this once" I mutter to myself once again, my heart pounding in my chest and ringing in my ears. "I'll just some lunch and I'll be out of here before..." I continue to rationalize, pausing as I pull one of the large doors open.