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— Oh my Goooood... whaaat... the fuuuck is... where... what the actual fuck am I — I tried to articulate something coherent as my trembling fingers, adorned with a hastily applied, chipped manicure, fumbled with a burgundy handbag. I wish I could say I was rummaging through it frantically because, deep down, I knew I needed to get back to my own body quickly. But no, my movements were smooth and, in a disgustingly feminine way, graceful, as if the air had become denser.
I found this remote about a month ago, just stumbled upon it on my way home. Or maybe it found me. Who the hell knows what this thing is. But it allowed... body swapping. Just like in those stupid sci-fi comedies, only here, no one was laughing. At the time, I thought it was some Chinese knockoff or a joke—a shiny piece of junk with a cheap plastic button featuring an icon of two arrows forming a loop, like the "refresh" symbol on a computer. But when I pressed it at home, an app opened on my phone by itself. No installations, just—bam, and there was the interface. Something called "BodySwap™ Pro." No registration, no SMS. Just a map with nearby markers and cameras—you could choose the person you wanted to "switch" with.
And then... I was drunk, just got curious, and it actually worked. First, I swapped bodies with some office fatso, then with a fitness trainer, and later tried it with chicks. Well, why not? It was fun. Always, even when I was in someone else's body, the remote and the app stayed with me, and those who were in my body acted like me, and afterward, no one remembered anything. Just an awesome thing.
So today, while strolling through the park, I saw this red-haired babe. She was lying on the lawn, staring at the sky, and I had this clear urge to feel her tits. Fortunately, the remote was always with me, so without much thought, I pressed the swap button, already familiar and easy.
Yeah... who knew she was apparently high. And not just high, but as if the universe within her was layered—and each layer pulsed with light, sound, smell, causing nauseating awe and tears in the eyes simultaneously. Everything around shimmered and wavered like a heat haze over asphalt in the July heat, and I think I heard the grass beneath me whispering. I exhaled... and immediately realized how unusually high-pitched that exhale sounded.
I felt everything much more acutely than usual when...