Trapped at the Swap Clinic - Part Five

My jaw drops as I see myself, the reflection staring back at me being that of a tiny, slim, mousey nineteen-year-old with frazzled brown hair.

My voice catches in my throat as I stare at the young woman in the mirror, her face paralyzed in the same shocked expression as my own. Her long frazzled dark brown hair frames a small angular face, high cheekbones and a large nose seem to provide a sharp counterpoint to her soft supple lips and large hazel eyes.

Her skin is fair, with dark bags underneath her eyes and a smattering of dark freckles dotting her cheeks.

I shift in my seat, moving the piled up gowns around me to reveal more of myself to the mirror. I gasp as more and more of me comes into view, my heart hammering in my chest as I shiver in the cold morning air.

I was positively tiny, my slim torso and arms most likely making me seem smaller than I truly was. A pair of perky B-cup breasts rest on my chest, a series of dark beauty marks trailing down my neck and collar bone before ending on my left breast. My new small pale areolas are immediately contrasted by a pair of large eraser-like nipples, already standing at attention thanks to the frigid temperature.

As I wriggle, freeing myself from the makeshift blanket I had been trapped under, my eyes trail down my body. My waist cinches in sharply, my bottom ribs showing against my skin resting above my tight flat stomach. My hips, though small, appear to flair out widely in comparison to the rest of my body.

I begin to whimper, hearing my soft squeaky new voice for the first time as my eyes dart to my new groin. A small strip of neatly trimmed hair acts as an arrow, pointing down at the sweet tight pussy nestled in the gap between my supple thighs.

I tumble over, pulling my legs free of the gowns as I stick them into the air. A thin down of fine hair covers my slim short legs, goosebumps rising up as I expose them to the air.

Shivering in the cold I find my words catching in my throat, my desire to scream bloody murder being overpowered by my need to get warm. In a huff I quickly begin to gather up the hospital gowns, pulling on multiple sets as I try to insulate myself and cover my new body.

"K...Kayla...I c...c...can't believe she did...this" I hiss and stammer, my melodic voice shaking and pausing as I shiver and shake.

Slowly but surely I manage to get myself 'dressed' in a heavy pile of gowns, alternating front to back and back to front in the hopes of covering myself more completely. With a quivering lower lip I shuffle to the door, opening it and tentatively climbing out onto the road.

I yelp in surprise and pain as I feel the rocky road dig into my petite sensitive feet. Between the shock of waking up like this, the demoralizing cold and the pain in my feet I feel tears begin to well up in my eyes.

As I begin to weakly shuffle towards the house my eye line is drawn up, a plume of smoke coming out from a chimney on the outside of the roof. My pace quickens, causing my hips to rock and my new pert ass to bounce, as I rush to warm myself by whatever was being burnt.

Racing up onto the porch I let out a relieved sigh, preferring the feeling of the aging wood over the sharp stabbing of the road behind me. The whole place feels dauntingly massive as I walk towards the front door, my stomach sinking at the realization that I couldn't be much larger than 4'10".

With shaking hands I reach out to the front door, groaning a little as I pull the heavy old wood open with my weakened and numbed arms. My shoulders slump as I feel a rush of hot air billow out past the door frame, a desire to curl up and asleep beginning to overtake me as I head inside.

The entryway is rather tight and enclosed, with a large staircase leading to the second floor sitting straight ahead and two doorways leading off to the left and right. To the right is a small dining room, a large wooden table marred by stained rings from cups and plates sits in the center flanked by numerous chairs.

To the left is a far larger space, a small television sitting in the corner next to a massive series of windows overlooking the sea and the beach below. Listening out I hear the crackle of a fire coming from deeper within the left room, my legs carrying me on instinct to the source of the soothing heat and sound.

Inside the room I see it, a large soot-blackened, fireplace down at the far end of the room. I race past the windows, past the couch and the recliners facing the tv the view as I drop in front of the wood fire.

The fireplace itself was old, the large metal structure having been scarred from decades of use. A massive metal tube reaches up from it and into the ceiling, most likely being used to heat the rest of the house and to expel the black smoke I saw from outside.

From my seated position I begin to look around some more, taking in the house from the inside properly. The place seems to have been renovated within the past few years, a new coat of paint and render coating the interior in a way that simply didn't match the age from the outside. The eggshell white walls contrast sharply with the old yet freshly varnished wooden floorboards, the new element making the old reclaimed features pop.

As I look around my eyes fall onto a new room, the kitchen, as it mirrors the entryway and sits at the back of the house. A back door leads off from the sunflower yellow room, with rustic wooden cabinets and black countertops leading to a mismatched scene. It looks like some sort of change had been started but stopped partway through, leaving the old and new elements clashing.

I sit shivering by the fire as I try to collect myself, my addled mind racing in an attempt to work out what to do in my situation. Before I could come to a conclusion I hear the sound of footsteps behind me, my stomach sinking as I whip my head around.

I feel a large hand touch my head, my heart skipping a beat as it rubs my head affectionately.

"Who...what did you do to...to..." I begin to hiss, my voice trailing off as I stare up at the person behind me with wide eyes.

He was...gorgeous. I had never known a man could be beautiful like this but...was he? My face twitches and rapidly shifts in expression as my eyes dart over the grinning young man, my mind struggling to make sense of what I was seeing, feeling, and remembering from before this moment.

The man was around the same age as me, either nineteen or twenty. He was around 5'11" with the slightest of tans contrasting with the pale complexion beyond the tan line on his upper arm. He was fit, firm muscles laying beneath his skin along with the first hints of a six-pack being visible on his stomach.

I begin to wriggle and shuffle in my seat, my face turning a deep red as my heart races a mile a minute.

The man smiles down at me, flashing a pearly white smile that makes my heart melt and a heat rapidly build between my thighs. His eyes are as blue as the sky, with shaggy dirty blond hair hanging loosely around his head and dancing over his broad shoulders.

He is completely shirtless, a glistening sheen of sweat visible on his skin. His lower half is covered in an old pair of slightly baggy jeans, the mended tears and faded fabric being exactly like a pair I had owned.

"Those...they're my..." I squeak, trying to speak but finding myself too nervous to do so.

"Yeah...but they didn't fit you now...Julie" the young man says, running his hand through my hair as he flattens it down and removes tangles.

I stare at him in shock, the name Julie ringing out in my head and feeling...right. That wasn't my name, at least I don't remember it begin my name, but now that felt like it was correct.

In my momentary confusion I feel his large course hand slowly reach down, cupping my chin as he tilts my head up. His thumb runs over my soft lips, my heart pounding in my chest as the heat and desire between my legs builds and grows ever more intense.

"So...how do you feel Mr. Hughes?" the man says with a smirk, leaning down to get closer to my eye level.

"K...Kayla?!" I squeal, squeezing my supple thighs together as he draws closer to me.

"Kyle now, but you got me" Kayla chirps, looking down at herself. "What do you think? Pretty good right? Here..." she asks, trailing off as she reaches down with her free hand and grabs my wrist. Before I can protest she pulls my hand to her stomach, letting go as I find myself running my petite fingers over her new muscles.

I'm lost for a moment, the desires building inside of me and my dazed mind leaving me stroking the firm muscles lovingly.

Kayla looks down with a smirk, a subtle bulge stirring in her jeans as I caress her. "Like I need to ask what you think, I made sure to swap your 'type' with someone who would have been all over a guy like...well like me" she states gleefully, her words falling on deaf ears.

It was almost painful to try and work out what I was feeling. I knew I never would have felt like this before, at least not towards someone who looked like this, but now it was so different. I was head over heels, my stomach filled with butterflies and my heart racing as I stare up at the man who made me like this.

"You...you can't just...I'm..." I mewl gently, moaning softly as I shuffle closer to him.

"But I already have, all on the record and legitimate" Kayla coos, sliding her thumb past my lips with a wet pop. "Well...legitimate according to the files at least.

"New composite bodies, new composite lives" Kayla continues as I lap at her thumb absentmindedly with my tongue. "I see that new libido is settling in nicely" she giggles effeminately, pulling her hand away from my face as I'm left painfully unfulfilled.

"W...Wait...new lives..." I mutter through the heady mixture of arousal and residual anesthetic. "What about my...my job...teaching and..." I continue, being cut off quickly by Kayla.

"That? That's gone Julie. You're nineteen, what nineteen year old has a complete college education?" she asks knowingly, stepping away as she readjusts her pants. "These things have a mind of their own" she giggles, staring down at herself as I begin to lose myself in thought.

I could remember it all so vividly, my years in classes and the years spent lecturing. I remember my classmates' faces, the lecturers at the blackboard, the students including Kayla in my classes. However, as I try to remember their names, the subjects, the words I had spoken in those classes they all seem to slip through my mental fingers. It was like trying to hold mercury, the tighter I grasped for it the more I seemed to forget.

I sit on the warm floor for a moment, my lips pursing a twisting as I try to talk about my degrees. However, each time I try the words just get lost on the tip of my tongue. What had I studied, who did I teach? I knew Kayla's name, but that was from outside of class.

Seeing my frustration Kayla reaches back over to me, rubbing my head as I moan in relief. "Sorry, but you can't swap out memories. You'll be stuck...half remembering that stuff" she explains, smirking down at me as I tilt my head into her hand as I press against it.

"What...what did you make...me?" I ask, my voice shifting between the nervousness of a love struck schoolgirl and dripping with hatred and venom.

"Oh...well that's easy Julie" Kayla states, emphasizing my new name as she grins from ear to ear.

Trapped at the Swap Clinic - Part Four

As the world slowly returns to me I begin to hear the sounds of waves crashing against a nearby shore. Beyond the roaring of the ocean, the roiling of waves and flotsam, I begin to make out the cawing of seagulls over the low and deep background ambiance.

My body feels stiff, aching, and still quite numbed after whatever Kayla had put me through. I try to keep my eyes shut, to go back to sleep so I could wake from whatever nightmare I was currently trapped in.

However, even through my dulled senses I begin to become cognizant of my surroundings. The scent of sand and salt begins to creep its way inside my nostril, the pungent smell of the shoreline reaching me...wherever I was.

With a deep inhale I begin to shiver, the brisk morning air chilling me to the bone. I can feel something heavy on top of me, maybe a blanket or jacket of some sort, though it did little to keep out the chill I was experiencing.

As my eyes gently begin to flutter open I find myself seated in the back seat of some strange car with my back against up against a car door. My head lolls from side to side as I rest it against the window, my vision locked on the opposite window with bleary eyes.

The window has been wound down, allowing for some fresh sea air to creep into the musty interior of the cramped car. My sight line of the outside world suddenly drops off, the beach stretching out below after what appears to be some sort of cliff or an extremely steep hill.

I find myself staring at the waves as they roll in and pull out, the motion soothing my anesthetic addled yet panicked mind for a moment. After several minutes of staring absentmindedly at the shore and the sea I begin to glance around at my surroundings.

I gently tilt my head to the left, looking out the back window. A long gravel road leads up behind the car, revealing the steep incline the car was parked at the top of. Dry grasses and reeds line either side of the road as it stretches out down the hill and along the coastline.

The road vanishes from sight behind a series of trees as it turns off to the right. However, as my eyes trace along the treeline I see where it was lead. On the horizon I can see it, a collection of small wooden buildings clumped together between two large hills. The walls, while hard to make out at this distance, appear to be mostly painted white with a few standouts among the pack. In amongst this quaint collection of structures a few larger wooden, and even a few brick ones, buildings stick out like sore thumbs.

The hills themselves are dotted with partially obscured buildings, most likely houses outside of the main town. Many of these houses seem more modern, with larger amounts of glass and metal in their design.

With a guttural groan I flop my head to my right, my neck creaking and making me want to howl in pain as I look over out the front window.

Even with my vision partially obscured by the passenger's side seat in front of my face I can make out the old wooden building in front of me. It was a house, a rather large one perched at the top of the picturesque hill. It looked worn, though well-loved, with the white paint of the wooden boards having been chipped away and reapplied many times over as uneven layers had built up.

The building itself was two stories tall, though with the attic it could almost be considered three. A large porch wraps around the front, a carved wooden banister acts as the closest thing to a fence this house had out the front. On the porch by the aged wooden door rests a pair of boots, looking strangely familiar as some part of me recognizes them as my own or at least an identical pair.

The side facing away from the sea had a wooden fence running around the side of the house and expanding out quite a ways before wrapping around the back and out of sight. Between the gasps of the fence what looks like chicken wire can be seen, sealing the area from outside animals or potentially keeping animals in.

The side facing the sea appears far more open. However, it is nearly impossible to see much of that side from my unfortunate viewing position.

Taking a deep breath I try to return to my original position, rolling my head to face the ocean and most importantly my own body. I can feel sensation slowly returning to my limbs, my toes being able to twitch and move as my legs slowly begin to wake up in kind.

Glancing down I'm met with the sight of hospital gowns, dozens and dozens of them. Piles of the flimsy, almost see-through, material lay stacked up over my body as some sort of makeshift blanket. The random assortment and placement of the clothing make it practically impossible to make heads or tails of what lay beneath, though I could already feel that it wasn't the same as what I had woken up with yesterday.

With my head throbbing and vision blurring I begin to sit up, my bones creaking and muscles aching as I begin to shrug off the gowns. As I move to the center of the back seat I turn to look at the house, my eyes trailing off as they catch my reflection in the rear view mirror.

My jaw drops as I see myself, the reflection staring back at me being that of a...

Trapped at the Swap Clinic - Part Three

 "Oh, well you see I'll be needing a new girlfriend where I'm going" Kayla titters, her voice increasing in pitch excitedly at the thought.

My jaw falls agape as I process what she was saying, my dulled mind struggling to understand what she meant. As I work my way through her statement I begin to tug against the restraints with renewed vigor, pulling at the straps to the point they begin to painfully dig into my wrists and ankles.

"You...you can't...what are you..." I shout, my voice stopping and starting between panting breaths as I continue to exert myself.

"Urgh, you guys have it so easy. No periods, simple clothes, oh and the fucking pockets thing..." Kayla grumbles, momentarily losing her train of thought as she lists her complaints. "Where was I...oh yeah...Well at first I was just going to...borrow your manhood but I realized...I was going to miss you once I left" Kayla begins to explain, a sense of nervousness creeping into her voice.

"You...you were going to...to what!?" I stammer in shock, writhing against the table I was on in anger.

"You always wanted to help, I thought...you know...maybe you'd help me with this" Kayla mutters, pausing as the sound of my keystrokes click out through the speaker. "I mean...involuntarily, but you were...oh...never mind"

As more keystrokes come through the speakers the humming noise from inside the walls grows louder and louder, slowly threatening to drown out the sound coming through the speakers.

My vision is slowly filled with hundreds of tiny colored lights, spreading out like a constellation above my head. In their dim illumination I finally see what was above my head, a large metal cage filled with the twinkling lights and numerous wires spreading out over the top of my head.

As the twinkling lights grow in intensity I feel a subtle vibration in my skull, my dull headache growing numb as I begin to slowly lose sensation in my head and face.

"See I...I still want you around Mr. Hughes...just in a ...a different supporting role" Kayla mumbles anxiously, as though she was confessing to a crush for the first time.

I open my mouth to speak, however no words manage to come out. Instead, I find myself groaning out a garbled mess of guttural sounds as I feel a sharp pressure grow and dissipate inside my skull.

"Sorry...sorry, but I can't have you talking me out of this. I...I may have swapped out your ability to talk...not permanently! Just for a bit...until I work out how to do this" Kayla calls out in a flustered manner, slowly growing overwhelmed by the position she had found herself in.

"Maybe...maybe I should do mine first?...Then I can make you...perfect" Kayla whispers to herself, her voice barely coming through the speakers.

I continue to trash on the table, my eyes darting around wildly as I find my speech stripped from me.

Suddenly, a faint hissing begins to come from the ceiling as a faint mist begins to fill the room. My violent motions grow weaker and weaker with each droplet that touches my bare skin, a frigid numbness spreading through my limbs as the mist settles over me.

"Sorry, we can't have you moving around too much" Kayla says apologetically. "Just...uh...try to enjoy it" she continues, failing to convince even herself that this would be fun for me.

My mind grows less and less capable of holding complete trains of thought, the mixture of whatever I had been given to get me here and the anesthetic bringing me close to unconsciousness. I feel the pressure in my skull oscillate with the twinkly lights above me, my vision tunneling and my world going black as I stare up at the colorful stars.

After however long in the inky darkness I feel something burning my eyes. Stirring awake I groan as I feel the crimson rays of a sunrise against my face. Even without my open eyes I know wherever I am is cramped, a stale air hanging around me as I deeply inhale the musty air.

I wasn't in the Swap Clinic anymore, no longer in the sealed dark room.

As the world slowly returns to me I begin to hear the sounds of...

Trapped at the Swap Clinic - Part One

 

As I slowly come to I find myself in a darkened room. How I found myself here was foggy, a thick haze in my head slowing my thoughts as I begin to wake up. I let out a loud groan, a pulsing pounding sensation in my skull making me grit my teeth.

I try to adjust myself, to move my hands up to my head so I could cradle it in my hands. However, I find myself unable to move an inch. My wrists were bound along with my ankles, a set of thick adjustable bands pinning me on my back.

"H...Hello?" I croak hoarsely, my voice straining out of my dry throat.

I hear the subtle echo emanate in the darkness, whatever room I was in having some half-decent acoustics. I begin to strain my eyes, trying to make out shapes in the darkness. However, the room appears completely vacant aside from myself and whatever I was strapped to.

Suddenly as sharp static crackle sounds out in the room, the sharp sound causing me to wince as it aggravates my headache. A small green light blinks to life in the corner of my vision, the indicator of some sort of camera beginning to record.

From the small light I begin to get a better look at the room. Shiny metal plates run along the walls, glowing a subtle green as they reflect the only available light source. I had seen this sort of room before, the thought of where making my jaw drop.

"This is....this is a Swap Clinic!" I yell, writhing against my restraints yet again but to little effect.

I had seen it in an online ad, the metal room with a plush seeming table in the center. They were used for physical and mental swaps, the deluxe suite able to do both simultaneously or so the ad said.

"Hey...Help...Get me out of here!" I call out, each loud shout feeling like razor blades in my throat.

"And why would we want to do that?" a crackly voice asks, the speaker garbling their words near the point of being incomprehensible.

"Someone...someone can hear me? Good, get me out of here" I call back, weakly struggling against the restraints.

"But that would defeat the purpose" the voice responds, the static slowly getting better as the voice begins to come through with a little more clarity.

"Pur...Purpose? What...What did you do to me?" I ask, wincing as I feel the terrible throbbing headache pound within my skull.

"It's not what I've done, but what we're going to do" the voice explains, the initial static disappearing to the point I can start to make out the voice.

I furrow my brow, trying to concentrate through my aching head as I focus on the voice. Suddenly my eyes go wide, my jaw-dropping as I strain to lift my head.

"I...I can't believe it..."

Trapped at the Swap Clinic - Part Two

"I...I can't believe it...Kayla Roberts? The girl always at the back of my class?" I cry out in shock, a twinge of recognition striking my foggy and addled mind.

It had to be her, I'd heard for sullen and dispassionate voice so many times in my classes. The lanky tall girl who always sat up the back in those heavy baggy clothes, trying to lay low until class was over, dismissing my questions and claiming she just didn't know the answers.

Her grades reflected this too, having been in a steady decline since she moved to my college from the local community college out in the suburbs. My mother had spoken fondly of Kayla, telling me she was a bright student. However, since the move she had just grown more and more despondent and was now on the verge of flunking out of college altogether.

"Yeah, you got me Mr. Hughes" Kayla's voice chimes out over the speakers, a subtle buzz beginning to emanate from the walls.

"What...what are you doing?!" I shout, the loudness of my voice causing my head to throb with pain as it echos in the confined room.

"This was a mistake, it was all a mistake" Kayla grumbles distractedly, her mind obviously preoccupied by something else entirely.

"What...what was a mistake?" I ask, hoping to talk her down from whatever it was she was doing.

"College, transferring. I can't do this...I'm...I'm going to fail" she mutters frantically.

"You can...look I know it's hard work, but you can..." I begin to respond, a burst of static cutting me off as she begins to talk again.

"No...no this is better" Kayla titters excitedly. "My dorm mate works here as a receptionist. She told me the security system was being updated tonight, no cameras to catch us. I just lifted her keys from her bag and now...once I work out how to use these things...I can skim and swap traits from anywhere in the world" she explains, obviously growing frustrated at the controls.

"What are you..." I begin to ask, Kayla quickly interrupting me in a huff.

"I'm starting over, better than before. I'm going to have the life I wanted" she fumes, the sound of clicking keys subtly coming through the speakers.

I lay staring at the ceiling for a moment, taking in what she was saying. I thrash once again against my restraints to no avail, finding the soft material holding me in place about as tough as resilient as one would expect.

"But...but why am I here?" I stammer, straining my neck as I try to crane my head up.

"You...well you were always...you were a good teacher and...well I didn't want to just leave you behind" she mutters nervously. "You tried to help...more than my parents and the school ever did."

Through my foggy mind I'm pulled back to all the times I had tried to help the gloomy girl at the back of my class, all the times I remembered how hard it was in my undergraduate and had reached out to offer help only to be rejected or dismissed out of hand.

"Sorry about spiking your...never mind, either way you're here now" Kayla says, her apologetic tones rapidly shifting back to sounding firm and resolute.

"What...what are you planning to do with me?" I whimper, sounding pathetic as the whirring in the room begins to pick up.

I can almost hear the smile creep across Kayla's lips as she begins to speak.

"Oh, well you see..."