INTRODUCTION: If you have never watched Futurama

Fry was just a normal pizza delivery boy, until he got cryogenically frozen and sent to the future. Now he works for a space delivery company, owned by one of his distant indirect descendants, Prof.Fansworth. He works with Leela, his busty girlfriend and ship captain, and Bender, a foul-mouthed robot. There are several other employees in the company, called Planet Express, but for this story the only members that matters is Amy, a petite Asian woman, very promiscuous in nature.

Warning: for narrative exigence characters are slightly out of character in this story

PART 1: AMY'S BODY

« So what did you want to show me, Amy?» Fry asks, while his colleague brings him to the professor's lab.

« Oh, just a new machine the professor is working on. I have promised I will help him test it, and you are just what I need » she smiles, while leading Fry by the hand.

Arrived at the lab, they both behold the machine that was there. Two vertical vats with lasers beamers and bio printers, with fluid tanks and biomass funnels, interconnected by cables to a computer with a bare-bone interface.

« This is the new head swap machine » Amy explains « It reads the data about bodies, destroys them and uses it to rebuild them anew, with the specifics given»

« So you want me to swap heads? With who? » Fry stupidly asks.

« Who do you think, Fry? Me, of course » Amy chuckles

« I don't know Amy. I don't know if Leela would approve of this » Fry doubts.

« Oh come on. There is going to be nobody for the entire weekend.» Amy argues « Bender and Leela are on a mission, the professor is at home, and you can stay in the spare living quarters of the office. Nobody's gonna know.»

« Alright, if it's to help you with credits for your university » Fry concedes, still a bit unsure if it is a good idea.

Amy begins to type on the keyboard and clicks a couple of icons on the screen « Alright, flag to keep backup, name1: Amy_Wong.bod, name2:Phillip_Fry.bod and... done. You can step in one of the vats, Fry ». They both take position in the vats, after which the frosted glass fronts close automatically. A semi-transparent green fluid starts to fill the vats, and as it goes over Fry's mouth and nostrils, he realizes he can breathe normally in the liquid, like it was made of air. They both begin to float in the liquid, as the scanning tools begin to rotate and flash their bodies with a blue light. Fry feels a strange taste in the fluid in his mouth, after which he loses consciousness. If he would have been still conscious, he would have seen his entire body and clothes liquefying and mix in the green fluid, as his head was held in place by a helmet, scanning his mind for safekeeping. As soon as his body completely vanished in the fluid, and a metal lid with an aperture was pressed to the bottom of his neck stump, the vat started to empty of all the fluid. Through the flexible pipes that connect the two vats, the two watery contents of the vats get swapped, after which the laser beamers get to work. They shoot some lasers to the beginning of the aperture, instantly attracting the cells dissolved in the water to condense into flesh. As new flesh appear, the aperture opens more and more, and in a couple of seconds there is no need for the cover anymore, thus the mechanical arm retracts it into the rest position. The reconstruction of the bodies and the clothes takes quite some time, but in half an hour the process is complete. The vats open and the robotic arms administer a low voltage shock to wake the participants, that groggily stumble out of the chambers.

« Ah, uh. Wha-? Oh, the swap. Did it- » Amy murmurs, confused, before letting out an excited cry of triumph « Oh yeah! It worked. Look Fry, I have your body now! And you have mine! »

« Huh? » Fry utters, before looking down. He instantly notices two moderate sized lumps of flesh under his pink midriff hoodie. Raising his hands to investigate, he notices his skin color is slightly different, his hands are small and slender, and a metal bracelet computer is attached to his right wrist. « Oh wow. It really worked. I have a woman's body. Man this feels weird » he says, touching his chest, before realizing Amy is still in the same room with him. « Hem, hem. Sorry » he stammers, but Amy smiles at him reassuringly

« Don't worry Fry, you can use my body as you want, and I am going to do the same with yours » she extends her new hand forward, asking for a handshake « Deal? »

Fry shakes her hand « Deal » he accepts, with a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

« Yahoo » she cries, « See ya Fry, gonna go fuck some bitches, please don't get me pregnant, I won't make anyone pregnant either ok byeeeee » and she runs out of the lab. Fry is left there, speechless, before he can say anything.

« Well, girls » he says, grabbing Amy's boobs « looks like your mama gave us the green card to do some exploring. Time to head to the bedroom I suppose ».

While he walks to the bedroom, he can't help but notice the tone and leanness of Amy's body, the sway of its hips as it takes every step, the bounce of its boobs in the bra, the sensitivity of its rock hard nipples rubbing against the fabric, and the emptiness between its legs. He is a bit annoyed by the panties digging in its butt crack, and by the iron of the bra pushing against its ribs.

As he enters the bedroom, he eagerly closes the door, not even bothering to lock it since he is going to be likely alone for the entire weekend. Catching a glimpse of his body in the mirror, he walks in front of it to strike some feminine poses. He can't believe this body is his for the time being. He runs his fingers through his hair, appreciating the easiness the smaller fingers glide on his scalp. The only thing that ruins the look is his head, that looks a bit comical on Amy's smaller frame, but his gaze is soon attracted downward to the rest of her body. He tries to imitate the way Amy moves, but it feels awkward and unfamiliar. Slowly, he starts to undress his new body.

He starts from the brown boots, feeling the softness of the carpet under his sock covered dainty feet, then he continues by taking off the pink midriff hoodie, enjoying the sensation of the fabric rubbing against his smooth arms as he does. Next comes the white tank top, that he has to raise over his head. He notices the jiggle of his breasts as he does so, after which he admires and touches his lavender colored bra, finally freed from its cottony prison.

His pink low-rise sweatpants follow suit, revealing the lavender panties hiding underneath. He gushes at the sight of the curve of his hips, swaying them around tentatively, feeling his ass jiggle slightly as he does. Taking off the lavender ankle socks proves to be easy, contrarily to unclasping the bra, but after a bit of struggling the reveal of his nipples feels that much more of a reward. His hands tremble a bit as he grabs the rim of his panties, slowly lowering them down to unveil the neatly trimmed bush on his otherwise barren crotch. The hair of the bush are a dark black, and with the color of the body's skin tending to a more flaxen hue, delivers the idea that this is not his old body anymore. He tentatively reaches down to feel his empty crotch, his fingers instantly driven to the area slight beneath, where the insides of his womanhood are covered by two flaps of tantalizing skin.

The beauty of her naked body fully exposed to him, he decides to test this body's flexibility, finding a heightened agility and limberness. He spread his legs, one on the front and one on the back, doing a perfect split. He is surprised by the unfamiliar sensation of his sex rubbing against the fibers of the carpet. Standing up, he tries to do a vertical split, and he surprisingly manages to do it easily, shocked by Amy's flexibility. His thighs fully stretched, he can't help but stare at his pussy, now the labia a bit more separated by the tension. The level of arousal is becoming hard to resist, as he lowers back his leg and starts to head for the bed, noticing the relaxing and contracting of his every muscle as he walks to the bed and crawls over the bed sheets.

His hands tremble again as he begins to grope his boobs and caress his body, his hands slowly teasing every inch of his body as the spiral toward his wetness. The sensations are familiar and very alien at the same time, like playing a completely new and different game mode on a familiar video game genre. As his hands reach his pussy, the movements become more inexperienced, prodding and massaging and penetrating in search of the points that are more pleasurable. As he continues exploring, the heat emanating from his body increases, his back arches, his moans become more and more girly, as a slow but inexorable tide of pleasure start to invade his body in waves. His gestures become more rhythmic and urgent as the erotic satisfaction rises, his breath start to become more frenetic and his body starts shaking, as he gets closer and closer to the apex. the middle and ring finger are curled inside himself to stimulate the point of maximal pleasure in the vaginal channel, while the other hand is teasing and massaging the clitoris. The moans become louder and louder, until a tsunami of relief crashes through Fry's new body, his pelvic muscles spasming in quick contractions. The pressure inside him releases, and his mind abandons itself to a moment of total peace and satisfaction.

As he lays there, enjoying the aftermath of pleasure and breathing heavily, he doesn't notice the knob of the bedroom door opening, and a face with a singular giant eye poking inside the room.

A woman voice he instantly recognizes wakes him up from his nirvana of sexual self-satisfaction « Fry! What the hell???!! »

« Ah! » he gasps, trying to reach for the bed sheets to cover himself, but it's far too late « Leela! Oh!» he quickly pats his breasts, almost yelping for the unexpected sting of pain. He quickly scrambles to cover them with her left hand, closing and bending his legs, while he uses the other hand to help himself to a sitting position. His feet are now pointing to the side, in a pose worthy of the centerfold page of a dirty magazine « I can explain! »