"I give you my arms." The thin little piece of plastic marked with a "G" clattered to the floor. Gene scowled at it, his slim torso bending over before realizing he was now ill-equiped to pick it up. "Well, fuck. Pick that up would you, and give it to me?"

Patty smiled, testing the use of one of her two new arms. She snatched it off the floor and tossed it onto Gene's lap. "There you go." She flexed all four of her arms, posing in front of him. "Do you think this makes me look like some kind of exotic goddess?"

Gene sized her up. She was normally quite fit - Gene had borrowed her muscles previously, and they had left him with a deep respect for them that lasted long since he gave them back - and now that she had two sets of arms, both covered in her rippling muscles he had to admit that she did look stunning.

"Yeah," he finally managed. "You look great."

"Thanks! I gotta get the rest of my costume on, no one will be able to figure out how I can use all four of these together!* She dashed off, leaving Gene alone in the living room watching tv again.

"Hey, Gene!" Gene sighed and turned toward the source of his name being called out. Todd and Jake stood there, both grinning at home and holding the fat plastic triangle with an "R" on it.

Today would be a giving day, it seemed.

Gene had volunteered long ago, when his household of strange roommates first discovered the equally strange devices called the Swapper Set, to be the household body part donor. He usually didn't receive much from his roommates other than a few pounds here or there, or sometimes a limb or two for a prank; instead, Gene was the generous one that let others borrow pieces of his own body.

The requests usually came in droves, and today was likely to be one of those days where Gene ended up with most - if not all - of his body missing.

"What's up, guys?"

The twins looked back and forth at each other, before breaking out into grins. One of them - probably Todd, though it was hard to be certain - finally answered after a long moment of silence.

"Can we each get one of your eyes? Our dates want to do a meditation class and we thought having a legitimate third eye would be really funny."

To the twins credit, Gene could see the humor in it. It seemed like something they would do. "Sure, I give you my eye." He watches as one of the twins - Jake, maybe - suddenly had another eye above his own two.

"Woah, trippy." Both Jake and Gene uttered at the same time, looking around in their altered perspectives. Gene’s vision was now monoscopic, and everything was slightly different. After a long moment, he realized the world was now almost flatter, as though someone had removed the distance between things. It was like the difference between looking outdoors, and looking at a picture of the same scene, where a certain amount of depth was missing.

Once Gene confirmed that the other twin had the receiving piece, he uttered the phrase again. Instead of the darkness Gene expected, his world around him ceased to exist. He leaned back on the couch, listening as everything grew a little louder and a little more intense, his senses magically compensating for the lack of sight that he now had. He could hear the twins walking off, talking between themselves all the way into the hallway outside of their apartment. He settled back to listen to the tv, when he suddenly heard the door open again.

Sharp cologne, heavy footsteps, out of breath. Gene immediately could tell it was his best friend, Frank. “Woah, dude, looks like you’ve been picked over.” Yep, definitely Frank.

“It’s good man. Kinda hard to hang out today, but if you need something I’m game.”

Frank must have been grinning, because his voice sounded gleeful. “Remember that chick I met last week, Alison? Well, she’s got this friend of hers, and they want to have a threesome!”

“Dude, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, one thing though… can I borrow your… you know? If I have two sausages for the two chicks… dude, it’s gonna be great.”

Gene sighed. He knew something odd was coming. At least it was his best friend asking for his junk… not that he wouldn’t provide it if asked by his other friends and roommates, he just would rather know it was in good hands. “I give you my male anatomy.” A slight shift of position on Gene’s part as a doll like void formed between his legs, while his friend has to shift his entire posture to accommodate the new load.

A quick unzip of a zipper filled the air, and Frank was inspecting his new additions. “Damn, they’re both the same, as if I always had two.”

Gene nodded. “Yep. Now, I can still hear you, so why don’t you go elsewhere for the rest of your check. I have a feeling someone will be by soon for more from me.” Frank nodded and scurried back out of the apartment after making himself decent again, and as if on cue, another person entered.

“Hey Gene, can I borrow your name?”

“What? What do you mean, borrow my name? Who even is this?”

“This is Alex, man, come on. Oh wait… you don’t have eyes. My bad. Yeah, you name. I’m meeting this girl from work tonight for drinks, and her name is Gina. I wanted to have a similar name as her, so that she thinks it’s cute or something.”

“So… just tell her your name is Gene? Why do you need to take it from me?”

“Because if we’re getting drinks, she might see my ID. We know that the swapper

 stuff rewrites reality, it should fix it.”

“Ugh, fine. I give you my name.”

The sound of rustling, probably Gene checking his wallet. The man on the couch realized he thought of his friend as Gene, but then that’s what makes sense. He tried to think of his own name, only to realize he didn’t have one anymore.

“Yeah, it says Gene Alex now, great, thanks… uh… you!”

The giving man sighed, relaxing back on the couch. He didn’t have a whole lot left to give but he was sure his friends would find a way to get more from him. Not that he minded. The idea of being spread out across so many people while also technically having next to nothing to his name - well, not even to his name anymore - was such a turn on he couldn’t resist giving up anything asked of him.

“Hey, you still with me?”

The giving man snapped to attention. “Huh? Who’s there?”

A woman sighed. “It’s me, Jackie. You’re really out of it, you know.” The giving man just sighed and shrugged. “Look, I just need your torso and legs for this centaur costume, this chick bailed on me ok?”

The giving man didn’t really like her tone, but at the same time, she was someone that wanted to use him and his parts which was enough for him. “I give you my body, from my neck down.” The giving head tumbled down on the couch, landing in contact with the plastic piece that had been propped on his lap.

Jackie took an awkward couple steps before finding her gait out the door to put on her costume, and was quickly replaced by a surprised friend of the giving man’s.

“Dude, you look like you’ve given up a lot. I have a weird favor to ask of you… I have a test coming up, and you’re so much smarter than me. Any way I can borrow all your brain power?”

“Woah now, last time we did that, I was stuck like that for a while. You gonna give it right back?”

“Of course! I work after class, but when I get home I’ll give you all your smarts back.”

The giving head sighed. “Alright, I give you all my brain power.”

The head went still, unable to give anymore, while his friend went off to take her test. The last thought that went through the head was that this was a great way to spend a day, all given out.