The Play Box attracted its share of fine looking people, Lindsey had to admit to herself. More than their fare share, really, as this was a place where the rich, powerful, or just well connected could meet and play without consequence. And she was a person who had connections, and definitely played.

Which while this would be normal for her, today, she found herself in a very enviable position. Standing against a wall, relaxing while waiting for something to come by and interest her, she was almost disturbed by what was beside her.

Lindsey was definitely confident in herself. You had to be to do what she did here. But this?

She was standing beside a Ten. A Perfect Then that made her normal Eight feel like a Six. The woman was casual, elegant and sexy, all in one perfect package. And it just annoyed Lindsey that someone could just be so much more sexy than her in all those ways!

It was inevitable, really. But the worst part was the the Model, as Lindsey called her in her mind, was just so... unconcerned with anything! She was just standing there, within arm's reach, just as easy as you please, like she wasn't a walking invitation to do anything with her!

"Hey," the Model said, without looking around.

"Yes?" Lindsey replied, equally looking forward.

"You wanna do something?" The Model didn't so much as glance at her as she spoke.

"Me?" Lindsey asked.

"Yeah, you. You've been standing there for way too long, and usually someone in your position would have propositioned me by now."

"That's true," Lindsey had to agree. "You look the part."

The Model let loose a simple sigh. "Tell me about it." She crossed her hands over her stomach. "I come to places like this, and all the guys can think about is conquering me, and all the women can do is be jealous."

"Well, I'm not going to say no to either gender," Lindsey said, "but I'm more of the magic side of this Box. Not to say I'm not down for a good ravishing," she added.

The Model huffed at that. "If you do some magic to me, can you not make it a sexual display?" she asked.

Lindsey almost didn't recognize the nature of the request. "You do know where we are, right?"

"I do, and the last time I was here, I was here for less than five minutes before fucked me then carved me up like a turkey while he was still hard."

"You have a problem with that?"

"Just that he had all the fun?" The Model replied. "Guys are so quick to blow their load on me, I'm too much for them." She groaned at that. "But you've resisted my charms from just standing there."

Lindsey didn't say that it was because she was too stubborn and annoyed to give in to that. "I was just standing here, minding my own business," she said.

"And that business is keeping others away," the Model told her. "So thanks for that."

Lindsey could allow for that. This place could be intense on occasion, and taking a break was just as important. Relax, enjoy the ambiance. Still, being told that she was too ugly in comparison to Miss Model beside her was just grating. "Well," she said after a few moment's thought. "I do know something I could do. It would be sensual, not sexual. And it would make sure that you don't get bothered for being too hot to handle for the rest of your stay. I assure you that I won't change your body in any way," she promised.

"Sensual?"

"A kiss," Lindsey said. "That's what it will take to work my magic."

The Model looked at her suspiciously. "A kiss? Really?"

Lindsey nodded. "Yep, can't get away with no contact, and it's the least I can do."

The Model considered it. "What are you going to do? Turn me invisible?" she asked.

"I hadn't thought of that, actually. But that would mean that you wouldn't have any further fun, you'd just watch and maybe do interesting things to people who wouldn't know there was an invisible woman before them." Lindsey considered the fun she could have doing that, but decided against that. That was a ... later idea.

"Then what are you planning?" The Model asked of her.

"That's a surprise," Lindsey told her. "I can do it, and you can trust that you'll have a refreshing evening, or you can walk away."

The Model shook her head clear of any doubts. "OK, one chaste kiss, and that will be that."

"That will be that," Lindsey agreed.

The Model turned and leaned forward, bridging the gap between them. Lindsey folded her arms behind her back, and leaned in to match her, making sure their lips touched. She closed her eyes at the last moment. They did, and Lindsey breathed in, drawing something along with breath, then breathed out.

Lindsey felt a moment's disorientation, but it passed with the blink of an eye. She pulled back from the kiss. "There, done," she said in a voice not her own.

"What?" the Model replied in someone else's voice.

Lindsey smirked as she opened her eyes, seeing her face. "This was the magic!" she said quietly as the other woman opened her own eyes. "We switched."

"We... You changed how we looked?" the Model asked.

"Nope!" Lindsey stood straight and stretched out, her borrowed body taller and firmer. Oh, the Model was definitely a full Ten! "We switched!" she reminded the Model. "You're me now and I'm you."

"You...!" The Model looked angry for a moment before realization hit her. A knowing smirk crossed hers - Lindsey's - face. "Oh ho," she added. "You want to know what it's like to look at good as that, and I get to be anonymous."

"Something like that," Lindsey agreed without agreeing to anything. She ran her hands along her sides, getting a feel for her newfound flexibility. "Any advice for someone who wants to get everything she can out of this?"

"Not really," the Model said as she rolled her new shoulders. "If I told you things, you wouldn't have the fun of new experience, would you?"

"Very true," Lindsey agreed. "But let me give you a parting gift, for the fun." She stepped in with her new body, and pressed herself against the Model in her old one. She hugged her tightly and then kissed her on the forehead.

"What is that supposed to do?" the Model asked as they separated, rubbing her forehead from the kiss.

"That's going to make people jealous," Lindsey replied. "That someone who looks like me kissed someone like you twice, and walked away. They're going to want some of that now, aren't they?"

"Or," the Model replied, crossing her arms over Lindsey's chest, "knowing some of the people around here, they'll think to punish the person standing here for their impudence."

"You won't know until you find out!" Lindsey replied with a cheery wave, and then strolled away from the woman in her body. She knew that if she wanted to, she could just vanish from her sight, and never be seen again until they left the Box and were returned to normal. But where was the fun in that? She spotted a group that was looking at her intently, and she put on the best smile she could as she walked right up to them. "Hello!" she greeted them with a wave. "Can one of you guys do me a favor?"

"Sure!" one of the men spoke up, ignoring the elbow to his side from the woman at his side. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"Not to me," she said. "You saw my friend back there?"

"The one you kissed? Yeah. What about her?"

"Well, first time and all that. I'd appreciate it if you went over there and did fun and wonderful things with her," she asked with a coy smirk. "Break her in for me?"

"And if I do that," another man asked, "what do I get out of it?"

"Oh, that?" Lindsey faked thinking. "After you're done with her, I'll do for you what you did for her."

"And if it's a group project?" one of the women asked, just as interested.

"I don't mind," Lindsey replied. "Now, if you're going to take me up on my offer, you better get moving. She's looking bored and might leave at any moment."

"If you'll excuse me," one man announced as he walked away from Lindsey and toward the Model, "I have an appointment to keep. You want to come along to watch? Make sure I don't lie about what I do?" he asked Lindsey?

"No!" Lindsey replied with a wave. "I'll trust you!"