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L.I. - The Melting Pot It was just another day in college to me or so I thought. The spring semester had started about two weeks ago and I was in a hurry again. I was just a normal guy in the mix of things. I am 5'10" with a medium frame. I had a flat stomach, but I was not cut; actually there was not much muscle to me at all. I have dark black hair that was only kept the first few days after I got a haircut. I come from a middle class family from northern Michigan. I was a gamer at heart and loved to spend my time indoors playing electronic games or building robots, but I was a little slow when it came to remembering where all my classes were held. I wish I had a better sense of direction. The campus was housed in the largest educational superstructure in the world. There were over 300 floors with the top 60 floors being used as class rooms. United States University was located in Louisiana and was the largest education establishment in the world. To combat the United States literacy rates and to make the next generation competitive in the world economy, the US build USU. The university was completely free. It had the ability to house, feed, and educate 250,000 students per semester. I know that sounds like a lot of people, but it was not the easiest place to get into. You could not buy your way into college here. I had done well on my entry exams and was awarded the opportunity to get a degree at USU. It was not considered glamorous to acquire a degree here, but it meant a chance at being more. I was grateful for my chance here and was putting all the effort I had, now if only I could find where physics II was being held. "Hey, Charlie wait up," Amanda called. I turned around and sighed as I saw Amanda approach me. She was from Alaska and was moderately pretty. She did have a large set of boobs that she claimed were all natural, but they did set well on her 5'3" frame. She jogged up to me and you would laugh if you could see it, but every guy in the vicinity would bob their heads in unison following Amanda's bust. "Are you lost again?" she asked. "Yeah I thought physics II was on the 134th floor in room 13," I explained. "Close, but it is the 113th floor in room 34," she said. "Do you mind if ride the air lift down with you to 113, I wanted to ask you what Luke is up to tonight?" Amanda asked. Luke was my roommate and a good bro. He was funny, but definitely a womanizer. I did not blame him one bit for it. He was born with some good looks and was very smooth when it came to talking to girls.....I could probably learn a thing or two from him. Amanda had been stalking Luke for some time and everybody seemed to notice, but Luke. The guy had all the skill but not a lick of situational awareness. "So what are you and Luke up to tonight," Amanda inquired. "I was planning on catching up on my homework, but knowing Luke he will probably go out to the McLundy's tonight. They are going to play live tonight," I said. "Thank you so much Charlie," Amanda said as we arrived on the 113th floor. Amanda gave me a kiss on the cheek and sent me on my way. My heart fluttered a bit. I stumbled out of the air lift and went to my class. I was only five minutes late. Maybe the professor would not make a scene. The rest of the day went on without much trouble. During my lunch break I used a navigation terminal to map out my classes. I downloaded the guide to my university issued holo-computer to try and prevent future tardiness. I made it back to my dorm room around 4pm and decided to watch some television. The US had secured it footing in the Middle East and we were getting the majority of the oil that was left. Economists were praising the foresight of our past leaders for being wise enough to see the importance oil would have on our future. I thought it was all crap. There are over 40 countries including China that had found alternatives to oil and they were enjoying a growing economy. I turned the channel to the university channel to keep myself from getting angry. There was a commercial on for Lasting Impression. The commercial claimed that supermodels had been hired to search all over the world for participants in their spring break swap. Most people have to pay to go to their resorts for a body vacation, but they would stock their swapping pool with young college age coeds to spice things up. A beautiful blonde appeared on the holo-viewer and made claims about how I could be next. I turned off the TV and started on my homework. I was not going to fantasize about the impossible. I spent four hours finishing up my calculus and psychology homework. I finally finished and put my books away. I took off my t-shirt and through it in the hamper. I pulled of my jeans and through them on the floor next to my bed so Luke would not drunkenly stumble over them when or if he gets home tonight. Besides I could wear my jeans for four days or more before they needed washed. I put on some flannel pajamas and climbed into bed. I was almost asleep when the lights to my room shot on. Amanda entered the room crying her eyes out. She was frantic and started to pick up Luke's stuff and throwing it at the walls. I jumped out of bed quickly and ran to her. She ran to me and gave me a hug crying all the more. "Amanda what is going on?" I asked. "He.......he......," Amanda tried to say through her sobs. I held Amanda for awhile telling her everything would be alright. I thought the worst in my mind. I feared that somebody had raped Amanda or assaulted her. I was bound and determined to try and find out what was going on. After what felt like hours Amanda quit crying, but she did not calm down. "Luke that lying sack of shit, told everyone that I was a slut and has nicknamed me the Alaskan Pipeline," Amanda said in a fury. I was shocked to hear her say this, but I certainly did not think this was beyond Luke. "Why would he do that," I inquired? "I finally worked up the nerve to tell Luke how I feel. I went down to the pub where you said his band was playing and sure enough he was there. I waited for him to finish. The whole time I was practicing how I was going to tell him....can you believe that I am so pathetic," Amanda shouted. "You are not pathetic," I reassured. "He finished his set and I approached him. He bought me a drink and said he noticed that I had watched the show. I told him how great it was and how I loved to hear him play. Everything was going great, but then his looser drummer started to hit on some girls at the bar and got them to come meet the rest of the band. I only had a short time to talk to Luke in private so I rushed things a little. The girls approached and Luke was being funny and sweet just like always. I could not take it anymore so I just told Luke how I felt," she said. I could see where this was going and I was pretty worried that Luke might have done something incredibly stupid. "Luke stared right at me and explained to me that he appreciated my sentiment, but we were just friends. Besides, I do not really date girls like you. I asked him what he meant by that and he told me that I was a slut, and he did not date loose woman. All his friends laughed and one even said why would Luke waste his time on the Alaskan Pipeline. He had told all his friends that I was a whore that would sleep with anyone," Amanda said as she started to sob again. "I am a virgin," she screamed as she cried out the worst of her pain. I did everything I could for Amanda. She cried for hours as we talked about how horrible of person Luke was. To tell the truth I did not do much talking at all I just listened to her pour her heart out. I was seriously pissed at Luke, but maybe I had a shot with Amanda now. I was too much of a gentleman to try anything now. I led Amanda back to her room. Her roommate was staying at her boyfriend's tonight. I was worried about Amanda so I stayed around for a while. Amanda had a stash of vodka in her room and started to drink it right from the bottle. I kept trying to take the bottle away, but all she thought was that I wanted a drink. After 1/3 of the bottle was gulped away she finally relinquished the bottle. I quickly took it and dumped it down her sink. She was so drunk by this point that she did not even notice. I sat back down next to her started to rub her back to try to get her to calm down and sleep the whole thing off. I rubbed her shoulders through her soft pink blouse. I could feel her bra straps on her shoulders as I massaged. Amanda moaned a little and tilted her head forward. I pressed into her back and moved my hands rhythmically up and down to try and alleviate her tension. I was getting a little from this too. Then something unexpected happened. "Charlie you have always been so nice to me. Do you have feeling for me?" Amanda asked. I was speechless, but even drunk Amanda could read the signs and could tell. "I think you are sweet and wonderful. Luke is fool if he does not see how wonderful of person you are," I somehow found the courage to say. Amanda turned to me and pressed her lips into mine with such force that I fell on my back. Amanda followed me to the floor and kept kissing....or should I say trying to kiss. She was pretty sloppy given her inebriated state. I returned her kiss at first happy to finally show Amanda how I felt, but Amanda had other intentions. "I am sick of being a virgin. If everyone thinks I am a slut I might as well get the enjoyment out of having the title," she said. I was not going to do anything like that with Amanda tonight. Amanda unbuttoned her blouse as I struggled free of her. "Amanda please stop," I begged! Amanda did not stop. She reached behind her back and pulled the molecular release to her bra. She slid her bra straps over her shoulders and let her boobs hang free. They were far prettier then I had ever imagined. She tried to stumble to her feet to push her skirt down, but tripped forward and fell on me. I had a face full of Amanda breasts. Amanda pushed herself up and smiled when she saw the positions we were in. She rolled to her back and started to push her skirt and panties down. "Amanda I really like you a lot, but I cannot do this," I said. Amanda stopped as she finished pulling off the last of her clothing. Like some sick joke, I was staring at the girl I had lusted after for over a year and yet I did not want her this way. Amanda stumbled to her feet. "What.....am I not goooood enough fo you either," she slurred. "It is not that," I tried to say. "Get out," she screamed! I tried to explain myself to Amanda, but she would have none of it. She was starting to get really loud now and was making a scene. I left her room in a hurry for fear of someone getting the wrong idea. I heard the door slam behind me, as I ran away from her. Suddenly I was all alone in the dark hallway. All I could hear were the automated cleaners moving down each of the hallways sanitizing the dorm. I lowered my shoulders and slowly walked back to my room. I cannot imagine things going any worse. I went back to my room and this time I cried a little. I drifted off to sleep feeling like I was the worst person on earth. The next week went by without any contact with Amanda. She avoided me in the hallways. I tried to talk to her friends, but they told me Amanda was too embarrassed to talk to me. Apparently after I left she picked some random guy in the hallway and screwed his brains out. Luke was extremely pissed off at me for letting Amanda break his stuff. I got into a pretty good shouting match with him. He was a little shorter then me so he did not pick a fight. Luke decided he could not be my roommate anymore and requested a transfer. Amanda was so embarrassed from all she had done that she opted to transfer as well. A week later I had a new roommate and two halls down a new neighbor. I was heartbroken and lonely. I went on autopilot over the next few weeks. I tried to look up Amanda in the database to see what hall she moved to, but I could not find her. Her friends told me she was on an all girls floor now and the listings were private. Even if I knew what floor she was on I would not be allowed to visit. I saw her from time to time in the air lifts and at the cafeteria, but she would have nothing to do with me. I went on autopilot for the next couple of weeks. You would think my grades would have slipped, but I buried myself in my school work to keep from thinking about her. My grades did the opposite of most and I was actually doing very well, but I was extremely depressed. I was going through my usual routines when the most amazing thing happened. It was two weeks till spring break and I was eating lunch in cafeteria D like I normally do, when I was approached by the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. "How are you doing sugar?" she asked through a thick southern accent? "I do not really want to talk about it," I said. "Well if you ask me really nicely I might have something that will cheer you up," she said. I was not in the mood for this. Usually these girls were trying to sell something...most likely something illegal and I was not interested, but for reasons unknown to me even now I played along. "If you have something that could cheer me up you would be my hero and probably the savior of mankind," I said. "That is just the thing I wanted to here, though I will not take credit from Jesus. This is for you. Hope you like," she said as she rushed off to another set of tables. As she left she took out a data transfer port and pushed it to my forehead. A flood of information about Lasting Impressions was transferred to my mind. The information had a decay rate of 3 days, and if I used the passcodes that were transferred to my mind on their website I would be given a free spring break vacation. I could hardly believe it. I went back to my dorm room to go on the net. I used the passcodes I was given and sure enough I was taken to a special part of the website. There were not a lot of details on the site, but the little that there was took me by surprise. The site told me to see the university's physician's office to make sure I was in good health and have them submit a report to the Lasting Impressions. I was told that if I passed there would be an airbus waiting for me on the second Friday from now at 4pm. I immediately downloaded the parameters for the physical and went down to the medical clinic. I passed my inspection and the doctor sent off the report. One hour later, I had an email confirming my date and time. There was a note at the top of the email and a list of packing items. Welcome to the Chicago Swapping Convention. You are our invited guest. You will need the following things below, and nothing else. * 10 Days worth of clothing * 1 set of Formal Attire * 1 swim suit * Personal Toiletries (disposable toiletries will be provided) * 1 Set of Outdoor Attire * 1 Healthy Human Body and Mind P.S. No money needed I was a little overtaken by it all. They certainly did not want me to bring much stuff. The no money needed part was a huge relief. I searched around on the web some more for information about the Chicago resort I was going to, but I could not find out much. Everybody knew what lasting impressions was so at least I knew I was in for some body swapping, but to tell the truth that was all I knew. I wondered if they went around to lots of colleges and just created a giant college age swap, but that did not make very good business sense. I could be in the body of a hot guy getting all the pussy I want or even in the body of a hot girl and get to explore her body to my heart's desire. The next week and a half went by painfully slow. I still saw glimpses of Amanda, but due to this distraction I was able to cope. The small amount of Amanda I saw showed that she was getting better, and I was glad for that. I called my parents and told them I was not coming home for spring break. It really upset my mother, but my father was proud that I was going out on my own. He did not like how much time I spent in front of my holocomputer. The second Friday arrived and I packed the night before because my last class ended at 4pm. I tried to sneak out ten minutes early, but the professor caught and made me look retarded as I stepped out. I ran to my room and grabbed my bag. I made it to the airbus with maybe five seconds to spare. A DNA scanner and mind map confirmed my identity. I was then allowed to enter the airbus. The airbus was full of all kinds of people, but one person in particular caught my attention. In the very last row in the back was Amanda. We both caught eyes and I managed to smile. She pulled her bag aside and offered to let me sit next to her. I was so grateful. I moved to the back of the airbus smacking unsuspecting people with my bag of clothes as I walked down the aisle. Amanda laughed at me and called me a goof as I stored my luggage above her. We chatted for the next 4 hours as the airbus made lots of stops all around the US. We got caught up on what we had been doing, but did not say anything about the last night we parted on. The only thing I got out of Amanda was that she was sorry. I did not even need to hear that. The airbus made came to stop as it had the last 30 times or more, but this time the doors opened and people started to depart. Amanda and I just decided to stay seated and chat. It would be ten minutes or more before we would be able to get out from the back. Our turn finally came and I helped Amanda with her luggage. We departed the airbus and stepped into a port. It was just like any commercial port except robot carriers were waiting to take peoples luggage. They were personalized and had our room keys and a holographic displaying watch locked behind a bio guard. Amanda and I parted saying we would meet up again and have a drink during this thing. Besides if we swapped with someone older we could legally drink. I pushed my thumb into the bio guard sensor and grabbed my room key. A personalized sound wave told me to place my left wrist into the watch fitting. I did as instructed and the banding was sized to me. The watch was so light weight and comfortable. After a couple of minutes I forgot I was even wearing it. There was a bio guarded bin to place all of our personal items we brought with us. Our wallets, rings, and personal jewelry were not to be taken into the facility. I went through the security processing line and was led to a magnetically aided tram that would take us in groups of 10 to the resort. The trams were very comfortably loaded and there was a window seat for everyone. I talked to some of the other passengers and found out that I was on the only one on the tram who did not pay for this convention. Everyone else paid $4000 to be there. I was awestruck. I started to wonder how nice of resort it could be. I did not have to wonder long. The tram emerged from its tunnel network and I saw a huge landscape with a giant three story mansion in the middle. The grounds were filled with holographic animals in an almost real looking jungle, a huge waterfall of artificial cliffs that fell into a gorgeous pool, a concert stadium, and so much more. I was overwhelmed. The tram pulled up to the side entrance of the mansion. We stepped out into a chilly but comfortable 65F weather. Spring in Chicago was very different from Louisiana.....not that I experienced the weather in Louisiana much. There was a nice breeze that blew off the Great Lakes. I had never seen such a large fresh water lake. There was a beach too. How much more could you ask for? A concierge met us as we departed the tram and asked us to follow him inside for a short data port infusion. We stepped into the mansion and were equally blown away with the details. Above the lobby entrance door there was a giant "A" carved out of gold. The inside was lavish. The floors were made of 4'x4' marble tiles and the grout lines were inlaid with silver. Sound dampeners kept the noise level comfortable which only added to my awe. The ceilings were vaulted and filled with a very futuristic looking art. Lots of flowing designs that were intriguing to study when they were alone, but when you step back and look at the whole, the colors combine to make a picture. The picture over me was of a naked man drawn in an oil canvass design. I was turned off by it, but still marveled at how they had combined new and old together so fluidly. The concierge was constantly coaxing us to follow him. I heard him mutter under his breath something to the effects of guiding us was like herding cats. We finally came up to the data ports and each of us took an infusion. I was instantly knowledgeable of the rules and everything that was expected of me. I was told that the information would decay in 10 days. My watch meant a lot more to me now. It was my way of interacting with everything in the resort. I did not have a limitless supply of fun at my finger tips, but there were plenty of credits to do what I wanted. This particular convention was designed for the middle class. This allowed people of less wealth to enjoy a resort like this, but with some moderating limits. We were allotted 10 credits a day. A credit could be cashed to go into the bar, swim at the pool, and take a jungle hike....ect. The only thing that sucked was that I had to waste a credit to eat at the restaurant. I liked to eat three meals a day, so realistically I had seven credits a day to work with. The mansion was divided into two sides for the purpose of this swap, and the swaps were divided into three phases. Our first swap would be tonight at 10pm. This means I only had one hour to get ready. My tram was one of the last to arrive and most of the guests had settled into their rooms. I went up to mine and was once again blow away at the quality. The robots had already dropped off my clothes and put them away in the dresser. My toothbrush was in a holder in the bathroom as well. They really went all out here. I sat down on the corner of my bed to go over all of the rules. The mansion was divided into two halves for the purpose of preventing conflict during swaps. Side A would swap with side B. This process was instituted so that nobody would witness someone performing ungainly activities in their body. Side A and B would alternate turns being allowed on the grounds as well. This process was only in effect till the last swap. The last swap would allow all parties to be combined. The center of the mansion had a semi-transparent barrier that allowed you to see figures on the other side, but not enough detail to make out anyone in particular. You could however look down at your holo display on your watch and see where you body was. A memory hold would be used during the swap to change names. You would swap with someone and take their name without remembering your old name at all. I guess they did that to make you assume the other person's identity better. At the end of each phase we would switch rooms and be mixed up again. My watch started to make a display on its own. I searched my memories and found that I had to make a preference in my first swap. The category was: What would you like the style of music the person you swap with to prefer? There was a myriad of choices, but how did they know what my favorite style of music is? Then I remembered that they could have extracted that during our data port transfer. I started to think and then noticed that some of my choices were disappearing. As people made their choices the variety thinned. I had decided that I wanted to swap with Amanda. I remembered that she loved Country music and made that my selection. After four minutes the selections were complete. "Please take the elevators to our basement for your first swap," a voice said invisibly from the walls. I stepped out of my room along with everyone else. I marveled at the variety of people here to swap. The age varied from what appeared to be 19 to 50 years old. There were both male and female and all types of ethnicities. I now understood why everyone was in good health. That made the swapping more enjoyable. I would not enjoy swapping with someone who was sick or had a broken bone. Thankfully science had cured birth defects and could, due to stem cell research, re-grow any body part lost. This meant that nobody was lame, crippled, or was mentally handicapped. The women, thankfully, were given medication when the first arrived to keep them from having their periods during their stay as well. I made my way to the elevator and waited for my turn to go down. I arrived in the basement and found that it was not nearly as sumptuous as the rest of the mansion. It was the business end of this operation. The room we were led into was a giant circle. The same barrier that divided the upper levels of the mansion divided this side as well except that it was transparent down here. The circular room was filled with inward facing recliners around the entire exterior. The machinery was carefully camouflaged. As I was walking the long half arc around to find an open seat I saw Amanda. Shit, I thought that means I cannot switch with her this phase. I found an open seat and sat down. I was instantly paralyzed when I sat down. The seat seemed to absorb me. I did not fear it because I knew that the seat used a reversed magnetic current to keep us still during the process. It also used state of the art massaging techniques to keep us at ease. I started to concentrate more on the memory infusion and found that it would take five hours to swap. A robot went by giving all of us a drink with a drug in it that would suppress our need to use the restroom to make us more comfortable. When the five hours our up we are to concentrate on our names and then we swap. I was told we would all then be given a sedative and placed in our respective rooms. We would then naturally wake up refreshed the next day. I fell asleep after only sitting in the chair for three minutes. The next thing I know a spark went off in my brain and I woke up. I was told to start concentrating on my name. I did as I was told and then I blacked out. I woke up the next morning under satin sheets. The room was extremely dark and I felt tremendously different. The memory infusion informed me that the lights would be raised 1% of illumination every minute, and that by 15% illumination it would begin to rise to 75% over a two minute period. At 75% illumination a mirror would appear and I would be allowed to see myself. It was too dark to see myself so I decided to use my ears. "Karrie," I said A soft feminine voice escaped my lips. I was very taken by tone and pictured myself in the body of very sexy woman. I let a soft moan, and even made some fake orgasm like sounds. This was a lot of fun. The lights came up a little, but not enough for details. I lifted up my arm, but found it to be very difficult to do. I guess woman have a lot weaker bodies then men do, but I did not expect this much of a difference. I reached out to touch my boobs and found that they were enormous. I was still wearing the clothing Karrie was in last night during the swap. With my bra on I could barely reach out far enough to touch the tips. The lights came up some more and I started to see a silhouette of myself. I was a little perplexed. I was either underneath a massive amount of pillows or I weighted over 250lbs. I tried to sit up and fell back down on the bed. I just laid there for awhile wondering what in the world have I gotten myself into. I once again tried to sit up. Using all my strength and a little bit of a rolling action I managed to pull my torso upright. I could feel my giant bra straining on my shoulders as it supported my oversized boobs. I turned my feet off the side of the bed and lights hit 15% illumination. I tried to look down to examine the rest of my body, but all I could see were my boobs and my fat arms. I felt each arm and the found massive amounts of soft tissue handing off them. I was so upset with this. I managed to get to my feet and felt horrible pain in my ankles and back. I ignored the pain as the lights came up to 75% and a mirror started to materialize on the far wall. I waddled to the mirror and saw myself. I was about 4'11" and the biggest difference was I was no longer Caucasian. I was African American. The mirror finished its unveiling and details about the body I was in started to appear holographic ally from my watch. My name was Karrie Matthews. I am a 47 year old woman who loves country music.....go figure, and I am from Mississippi. Karrie has an advanced degree in microbiology and she works for the EPA. I did not really expect to be in a body like this when I first came here, but the more I thought about it this was one of the things about these swapping conventions that made them so exciting. You never knew who you were going to swap with. My dreams of swapping with a sexy playboy bunny were probably not going to happen. Everyone at this convention was your average US citizen from all parts of America. I started to understand why people like me were brought here for free. It gives older men the chance to be young for three days and chase some young tail. I had no idea what I was going to do. I must admit that I had a lot of misconceptions about what it means to be overweight. The first thing I needed to do was shower and get cleaned up for the day. My watch said it was 8am and group A which I was in now had grounds till 3pm. There were a lot of things I wanted to do. My first plan was to hit the pool, but I was a little worried about what people would think about me in a swim suit. I walked into the bathroom and saw a scale sitting in the corner. I was extremely tempted to see how much I weighted, but then it hit me. These swaps were very personal and intimate. Karrie really put herself out there by coming to this convention to swap. I decided that it was not right for me to see how much I weighted. I decided on a bath. I had only been standing for 20 minutes, but my ankles and back were in immense pain. I started the water and started to undress myself. I had such a hard time getting my shirt off. My arms did not seem long enough. I finally succeeded at getting my shirt off, but had equally a hard time unsnapping my bra. I ended up using back scrub brush to pull the molecular bonding clasp release. My bra snapped off with a huge amount of force and I lifted my boobs out of the underwire support. I was so grateful to get that infernal contraption off. My boobs just lay on my stomach even while standing. I dropped my pants second and then worked off my underwear. I will save this woman some dignity and not tell you what size her clothes were. I got into the bath and enjoyed myself. I, as most guys who swap with women do, got curious with my new sex. I reached out to my left breast and massaged my nipple. It responded immediately and became erect. It felt very new and different, but pleasurable to say the least. I rolled the nipple between my finger tips and swirled my nails around my areola. I found myself letting out a soft sigh. I tried to be a little rougher with a pinch and almost leapt up out of the bath. It hurt and I could not touch that nipple to even rub it after that. I switched to the right side and started again. I felt good to do it, but it was nothing like I expected it to be. I thought it would be more rewarding and even get me off, but that was not the case. It definitely made me feel things down there, but nothing more than a soft warming and yearning. I tried to reach my vagina in the bath, but found that I could barely touch the outside. I thought to myself that cleaning up after using the toilet might be kind of difficult. I finished my bath and used three towels to get dried off. I walked naked, back into the bedroom to my dresser to pick out some clothes. I grabbed a pair of silk panties and white pants. I had a very difficult time getting my underwear situated. I had to lie down on the bed to put my pants on as well. I grabbed a bra from the drawer and found out that size E really does exist. At least I am well endowed, I thought. I put the bra straps over each shoulder than realized how far out of my league I really was. I had no idea how to do this. I pulled the bra down as far as it would go and barely got the underwire past my nipples. I decided to try a different approach. I would lift up each of my breasts and place them in the cups. This worked well except for the couple times one of my breasts would fall out while placing the other in its cup. It was difficult to overlap the straps behind my back so that the molecular bond would occur, but I managed. It took a lot of shifting and positioning to find a comfortable spot for the bra. I grabbed a blouse from my closet and buttoned it up. I then went into the bathroom again to apply some makeup and style my hair. The makeup was easy compared to doing anything with my hair. It was such a tangled mess. My hair was short and to tell the truth not much longer then it was on my original body. I used my driver's license picture as a styling guide. To get it right I had to use gel to give it volume in the middle and thin out to the sides. I then used a lot of hair spray to keep it that way. By the time I was done my hair looked nice, but felt harsh. I applied foundation, eye shadow, mascara, and lip stick. I really did have a very cute face. With all that I slipped on some sandals and headed out to see the resort. I found that people were staring at me strangely. I am willing to believe that Karrie always got this kind of treatment. I wanted to yell at most of them. I was not some kind of circus act for them to ogle at. The worst was when I went to the one of the three restaurants to eat. Some guy even had the nerve to tell me that I should try running more and shoveling a little less in. This is not even my body, and he was not even in his. What gives him the right to say those kinds of things? I spent the remainder of my day in the library reading a real book in quiet. I sipped on a Mai Tai while I finished a romance novel. Women have a very elegant mind that really allows someone to fully experience emotion. The best part to me was the ability to cry without remorse or fear of looking weak. The rest of my time went by in a similar fashion, but I found it easier to cope the longer I was in this body. I tried to do the jungle hikes, but found it to be far too stressful on my body. I really wished I could just change back to my old self, but that was not how this works. I would transfer to another body and another before I would be back in my own. I tried to masturbate three times and failed each time. It was really frustrating. What if this was my only chance to experience being a woman? I tried to understand why a woman would let herself get this big. The genetic diseases that caused people to become unnaturally overweight had all been cured. Is there something enjoyable about being this big? My last day as Karrie to me took too long, but I did feel some sympathy for her troubles. Everyday tasks that I take for granted became monstrous chores. I went to the bar my last night as Karrie. I was approached by a man in his mid 20s. He offered to buy me a drink. I thought he had to be joking. He was a good looking guy from most perspectives, but I had to remind myself not to judge a book by its cover. It could be anybody inside. After a drink or two we were really getting along. I was just so glad to find somebody I could socialize with. He then did something I did not expect. He invited me back to his room. I knew the rules stated we were allowed sexual intercourse. We had all been scanned for STDs and the drugs they gave the woman to suppress their periods also kept them from getting pregnant. I decided this might be my only chance and went with him. The man explained that he liked large woman. The larger the girl the more turned on he was. I really could not understand it, but I was appreciative that men like him existed. His room had little difference from the rest of ours. It did not contain the feminine decorum mine did, but it was not without its charm. As the man started to kiss me I realized I did not know his name. I stopped him in the middle of his advances and asked him who he was. He opted to be honest with me. He was a woman who now swapped into the body of a man. His name was Carl. He did not remember what his previous name was just like the rest of us. Carl told me that he really just wanted to see what it was like to have sex with such a beautiful woman. I truly did not understand any of Carl's feelings and emotions, and in any other situation I would not have allowed this. Reality however dictated to me that if I was going to experience my fantasy and have sex as a woman this might be my only choice. Carl started to kiss me again. He undid my blouse and bra and stripped my upper half naked. The cold air of the room felt so nice. This body managed to produce a lot of heat. He asked me to lie down on his bed. I did as he asked while he stripped off all of his clothes. I did not feel the slightest bit of sexual attraction to Carl at all. Carl removed my pants and underwear with ease and placed himself between my legs. I could not see what he was doing at all. He reached up and started to rub my breasts. It felt a little better then when I had done it, but I was very disappointed. Carl could see it in my face. "Close your eyes, and imagine the sexiest thing you can. Woman's bodies need their mind to be turned on to get the body turned on," he said. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine images from my playboy collection. It started to work a little. I felt a warms growing in my nether region, but nothing substantial. I felt Carl's hand start to rub the outside of my vagina. The newness of the sensation really helped to stimulate me. Carl had an expert touch and before long I felt something incredible start to build from within. I kept my eyes closed and imagined more and more until a picture of Amanda appeared in my mind. I remember seeing her naked that night and how much I wanted her. Carl felt me get wet and penetrated me. I felt insides of my vagina stretch and pull. It hurt quite a bit at first, but that was slowly replaced with more pleasure building inside me. My thoughts on Amanda grew stronger and I started to lose control. Floods of energy poured out from vagina and swept over my whole body. I was screaming with each climax. Carl grew very hard and the released his semen inside me. I came down slowly from my sexual high. "Who is Amanda?" Carl asked. "Why do you ask that?" I inquired. "You were shouting her name during sex," Carl replied. We both got dressed and relaxed after our bit of fun. I explained to Carl who Amanda is and my feelings for her. Carl promised that if he swapped into her body he would find me we would try having sex again. I thanked him, but told him it was the person inside I cared about the most. He seemed to understand. Just then both of our watches started to beep. I looked at the time and found that we had used up the last of this day. It was almost time for the next swap. I do not want to sound like I have a prejudice against overweight people, but I was eager to move to the next body. Two categories appeared this time to choose from. The first was, what ethnicity do you wish to swap with? I was really slow to pick this time and consequently the system auto selected Italian for me. The second question was do you prefer someone richer or poorer and there was a line that you could drag a pointer up or down toward your preference. I did not waste any time and slid the gauge to the far end of wealthier. The hologram disappeared and a few minutes later a voice told us to head down to the basement. I approached the elevator and as I entered I heard some people scoff like I was poisoning their air or something. This poor woman I thought. I looked down at my watch and found that I did not use up my assigned points. The good part was that they stacked up and rolled over to the next day. The only thing that worried me was whether or not they transferred with me to my next swap. I was one of the first people down the elevator this time and found a recliner pretty quickly. As I walked to the recliner I felt the remains of my love making session between my legs. Whoever swaps with this body next is not going to like that, I thought. I was eager to sit down again and get my weight off my aching feet. The recliner did its things and made my body feel heavenly. I did not fall asleep this time. I was happy to see my body safe and sound on the other side of the barrier. Then the recliners began to move. There magnetic coils that charged the seats hummed. They unplugged from their stations and the barrier went down. The reverse magnetic field running through our bodies kept us from coming out of the chairs so the company remained in control of their process. As we rearranged you would not believe who was sitting directly to my left......Amanda or at least her body. Once again I had no chance of swapping with her, but the more I thought about it due to my preferences I did not have a chance anyway. All the recliners plugged back into different stations and the barrier was erected again. We were all given our drugs to suppress our byproduct needs and waited for five hours. It took forever this time. I was so happy to feel the spark in my mind again and hear the voice tell me to concentrate on my name. I did as before and everything went black. I woke up again on the A side of the mansion. I found myself in a pitch black room as before. I lifted my arm to see how it felt. It was effortless. I was in a much stronger or lighter body this time. Some quick exploration confirmed that I was in a man's body this time. I decided to hold off on using my voice and feel my way around. I figured that is why they brought the lights up slowly. I was very muscular and tone. I sat up and decided to see how strong I had become. I put my arms out in from on me and lay down on the floor to do pushups. I stopped why I got to 80. I could barely do 30 in my old body. It felt truly invigorating. I was a bit harrier then I had been in my old body. The lights finally made their way to 75% and a mirror started to form on the wall. It finished and I saw a very handsome man in his 30s staring back at me. He was definitely Italian and showed most of the predominant features. I had long jet black hair that was pulled to a pony tail behind me. I thought it would look a bit gay, but this body was able to pull off the look. I had very light hazel eyes and it looked like this guy tried for the stubble look. I could not wait any longer. I chose to speak my name. "Dante," I said in very New York style accent. I liked the name a lot. I wonder how many woman this man has had in his life. He had the looks, apparently the wealth, and the accent. I figured I could really enjoy this part of the body swap. I looked down at my watch and found that the credits transferred with me. I had all I could want and more to spend. I took a shower and cleaned up. Dante owned the nicest clothing. I wore a silk shirt and a pair of Armani slacks. I choose to leave the shirt unbuttoned some to show off my chiseled chest. I began cashing in my unspent credits like candy. I did the jungle hike with ease and then jumped off the waterfall into the pool. There were oodles of hot women at the pool and all of them seem interested in how I looked. I got some drinks for a few and they were very chatty. I never really pursued any of them. I was a little embarrassed, but I had never had sex as a man. My first sexual experience was in the body of an overweight female. I was having so much fun throughout the day I missed lunch and used the credit for that meal to go bungee jumping. At dinner that night I met a gorgeous blonde who asked if she could sit with me. I allowed it and learned that she was a 55 year old woman now swapped into the body of a 22 year old goddess. I laughed, but she was at the table with an agenda. During our meal she kept using her bare foot to stroke my crotch. I was very enticed. I decided the evening was too young to retire the bedroom just yet. She seemed happy that I had some restraint. "I misjudged you. You may be a young man inside that body, but you have a lot of self control. I am impressed," she said. "What is the name of the body you are in," I inquired. "My bodies name is Pleasance or Miss October," she said. "What a fitting name and from Playboy, huh. Well, Pleasance, how would you like to go to a show tonight at the stadium theater on me?" I asked. "I would love to under one condition that we sit in the back row" Pleasance said. I agreed to her wishes and wondered what game she was playing. We went to see a Broadway style musical. I was impressed with the quality of the show......well the little bit of it I got to see. Pleasance was constantly digging into my pants and feeling me up. I was in heaven. It was like the woman next to me had been starved of sex her whole life and going to do anything she could to get her fill. Being a man was so much better than being a woman I thought. The bra and boobs were such a pain in the ass. Men are so much stronger and robust. There was really only one way to be stimulated and it was so much stronger then the dull sense I got as a woman. My penis was rock hard and throbbing and lucky for me no one could see what was going on. Pleasance took it upon herself to take our fun to the next level. She slowly dropped down in her seat and moved stealthily over in front of me. She moved my legs apart and unzipped my pants. I got to see my borrowed penis for the first time in detail. It was a little bit larger than mine, but not noticeably so. The appearance of my body was not the best part of what was happening. Pleasance had skills you could not imagine. She used her delicate hands to caress my balls and played with them so gently. I was on cloud nine. She used the tips of her soft fingers to draw swirls up and down the shaft of my penis and blew a thin stream of air across the tip. Once I started to relax and enjoy what she was doing, she dove in with her mouth. I could feel her tongue as it moved up and down my shaft and she sucked hard on my tip. She still used her hands to apply pressure to my shaft whenever she could. She deep throated me a couple of time and I started to feel the pleasure growing. It started inside me just behind my penis and grew outward up the shaft. My balls pulled slightly closer to my body and then I felt my release. I felt my penis tense with each pump as it blew my sperm into her mouth. She swallowed each ejection effortlessly and even sucked on is some more to make sure she got it all. The male ejaculation was so much better than the female orgasm I experienced earlier. The female orgasm did have its perks like the afterglow and how it spread throughout your whole body, but the male ejaculation, though localized, was so much more powerful. It literally took my breath away. I do not think men scream out because we physically cannot. Pleasance and I sat back and enjoyed the rest of the show while I ran my hand up her dress and played around the silk covering her thatch. We hurried back to my room as fast as we could. Once we entered the room we started to passionately kiss and pull on each other's clothes. My shirt was darn near ripped of me, so I used my superior strength to spin Pleasance around and unzip her dress. As soon as it was unzipped it fell to the floor revealing a black lacey strapless bra and a matching pair of G-string panties. Pleasance pushed me onto the bed and began to rub her crotch up and down my penis through my slacks. It was not doing too much for me, but she was really getting off. Once she had her fill of dry humping me she moved down and pulled my pants and boxers off. I was completely naked and at her mercy. She licked her lips as she stared at me. Apparently I was juicy piece of meat she was ready to devour. I reached behind her and found metal clasps on her bra. It took me a minute to figure it out (who uses metal clasps anymore?), but it was worth it. Pleasance had the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Her body was the modern ideal of perfection. I rolled her on her back and pulled her g-string off. I used my fingers to move around the inside of her pussy. "You do not really know what you are doing, do you," Pleasance inferred. "This is my first time," I admitted. "Let me teach how to do this right then," she said. Pleasance grabbed my fingers and guided them to the top of her vagina and made quick circles on a bump. The texture of the bump was so soft and delicate I could feel each ripple of my fingerprint slide over it. She started to buck her hips as my fingers moved applying friction across her clit. I continued to do it and with my other hand followed her leads up her body to her breasts. "Pull and suck on my nipples," she instructed. I did as I was told and she began to arch her back and moan out loud. I pressed a little harder on the bump above her vaginal opening and she came. I was so excited I almost came too. "Now give it to me....hard," Pleasance said. I slid my crotch up to meet hers. I placed my penis at her opening, but I could not really figure out how I got this thing in there. I tried just pushing it in there, but I seemed to get caught on the skin at opening of her vagina. When I tried to push through it she winced in pain. Her vaginal opening was hardly larger then thickness of my fingers. Once again she took over and guided my penis into her. I felt her warm juices surround my tip. I started to slide easy for a bit and then stop. The pressure her vagina was putting on my penis was too much and I had to think of the least sexy things possible to keep from blowing my load. She moved my penis back and forth in short movements to lubricate it and then slide me in a little deeper. It took a couple of tries, but finally I felt myself go all the way in. Her vagina no longer resisted my penis as I pushed it in and out. I started by just pumping her, but once I got started Pleasance wrapped her legs around me and using her arms reached behind me to pull me into her hard. Together we found a rhythm that worked and I was slamming my dick inside her as hard as I could. Her body moved up the bed until she had to use her arms to keep her head from slamming in to the headboard. I felt everything I did before as a man, but on a larger scale. When I sensed myself coming I felt the pleasure radiate from my prostate all the way to the tip of my penis. I loved the sensations as each pump spewed more semen deep inside her belly. I tried to continue after I came, but my penis was far too sensitive. I needed time to reset. I finished and collapsed to her side. She did not stick around though. I was a little taken by the whole experience, but she seemed to have gotten what she wanted and was moving on. She picked up her clothing and went into the bathroom. She came out five minutes later all dressed and with her makeup reapplied. "Thank you for the good time," Pleasance said. With that she opened up the door and left. I was left alone in my room. That was fine with me I was asleep in no time. The next two days went by in a similar fashion. I was drunk most of the time hitting on girls and able to score with most of them I hit on. I learned a lot about how a small amount of self confidence can go a long way. On that last night I had two girls in bed with me at the same time. I had cum in both of them and was exhausted, but the two of them were still going at each other. I started to envy multiple orgasms. Maybe there was something to being a girl, I thought. In the middle of our fourth love making session our watches started to beep. The final three day swap was about to occur. The holo-display began to populate with our choices. I was determined to try to be in Amanda's body this time. We had promised to have a drink with each other here, but truthfully I do not know if I would meet Amanda. We did not remember our real names so it was impossible to tell each other who we were. The first category appeared. At what age do you wish the body of your next swap to be? I quickly chose 20 and just as my answer was locked in that option disappeared. Some of the ages went as high at 59.....the poor soul who got that body would not be happy. I could not imagine who would have that good of a time in an old person's body. The next category appeared. What sex do you wish your next body to be? I picked female in the nick of time. I started to think that I had narrowed my selection down to about 10 different girls now. The final category appeared. From what state do you wish your next body to be from? I picked Alaska with joy. I was excited to see that I got this so quickly, but started to wonder if I really would end up in Amanda's body. There were a lot of people here from all over. The girls in my bed were complaining like crazy. They were more interested in pleasuring each other than making their next selections. One of them was stuck turning into a 40 year old woman and the other was going to be in the body of a 51 year old man. I thought to myself they would be perfect for making love to each other again....with Viagra. A voice told us to proceed to the elevators for our swaps. I was extremely excited and made it to the elevators before everyone else. I found the first recliner I could. I saw Amanda's body as it walked past me to find an open recliner. She is so beautiful, I thought. I was hoping and praying for her body. We were given our blocks to keep us from soiling ourselves and the chairs started to move again. The barrier came down and I lost sight of Amanda's body during the whole mess. I stared intently, but found my vision blurring. The chair was doing its job and I was falling asleep I fought it for as long as I could, but I passed out. A spark in the back of mind woke me like an alarm clock. I was alert and trying to find Amanda's body, but I had to focus on my name again. I started to concentrate when I think I spotted Amanda's body on my side of the barrier. I felt disappointed as I passed out. The lights were out like usual and I could feel my sex change beneath the silk sheets. I raised my hand up to my chest and felt breasts as I expected, but as I ran my fingers down south I felt a bit of a muffin top pooch from my stomach. Amanda as I recalled had a flat stomach. I felt really disappointed now. I moved my fingers further south and found a silky thong covering my vagina. I sat up and felt the weight of my breasts pull on my bra straps. I was apparently already wearing pajamas. Whoever had this body last time had the foresight to set me up with sleepwear. I could now make out how small and delicate my hands and feet had become as the lights moved to their next increment. If I turned my hand to the side just right I could even make out the red nail polish on my fingers. I put my small dainty feet on the cold floor and started to walk around. It was nothing like I had experienced before. In this body it felt great being a woman.....minus the bra straps digging into my shoulders. I reached behind my back and undid my bra. My breasts fell a good two inches from their release with an unexpected tug. I pulled the shoulder straps under my tank top straps and off each arm. Then I pulled the bra out from underneath the bottom of my tank top. My boobs bounced free and it felt a lot better, but at the same time it felt very different. Gravity pulled on each of my boobs and the fabric from my tank top was a lot harsher on my nipples then the bra was. With each step my breasts moved a good inch or two and the jiggles were a little annoying. My nipples became erect from rubbing against my top. I reached up to touch them and they responded back with extremely strong pulses of energy and pleasure. I guess the sensitivity of girl's breasts varies. The illumination hit 75% and the mirror started to form. I decided I could not wait any longer. "My name is Amanda," I said. I looked up in the mirror and Amanda's body was staring back at me. Her nipples were showing clearly through her thin tank-top. I jumped up in joy. Her boobs bounced up with me a little behind my jump and then dropped with gravity to the floor. My feet and legs stopped my body and held it up, but my boobs kept dropping and tugging on my chest. As they pulled down it hurt incredibly badly. I reached up to hold them in support. I can definitely see why the bra is needed. I ran my hand up and down my smooth skin and enjoyed the hairless soft skin that covered my body. My legs were dynamite and I kept posing in front of the mirror. I decided to take a bath and get ready to really enjoy myself. I stepped out of my pajama bottoms and did a little dance in front of the full body mirror in the bathroom. I moved my ass up and down and even shook it like I had seen girls do while dancing. I did notice that Amanda had put on a little weight since she lived in my dorm hall. She certainly did have a muffin top pooch coming from her stomach. Oh well, I thought. I took off my tank top and marveled at her breasts once again. They were not perfect. Her areolas were oversized and her nipples stuck out a little further then some woman's, but it was their sensitivity I liked. By caressing them and rubbing them I became very wet. Being wet is so different then having an erection. My vagina seemed to respond invisibly to the world, I found that I could be extremely turned on and no one would know but me. I rubbed my nipples till I felt my juices from my vagina running down my legs. That really took me by surprise. I wonder if girls leak fluids often. I started the bath and kept ogling my body in the mirror. I stepped into the bath and used everything Pleasance taught me about pleasuring a girl on my body. I changed my mind about who had the better orgasms at that point. Amanda's body was amazing. I felt huge floods of energy build in my abdomen and then explode with a wave of ecstasy. I played with myself in the bath so long my skin was pruney for an hour afterward. Rubbing my clit and tits was the only way for me to experience an orgasm. I tried running my fingers up my vagina, but even though I could sense what I was doing; the deeper I rubbed inside me the less I felt. Woman must possess most of their pleasure receptive nerves near the opening of their vagina and on their clit. Getting dressed for the day was so much fun. I took all of the clothes she brought and laid them out in organized piles. All her clothes smelled and felt so feminine. She must use some frilly smelling softeners or something. I had air dried while laying out all of the clothes and brushed my hair to prevent a tangled mess later. I liberally applied some raspberry smelling lotion, and basked in how great the scent made me feel. I decided I needed underwear first, and I had a splendid selection to choose from. Amanda had a pink lacey thong, a black silky g-string, plain white panties, and a variety of boy-cut panties with phrases or words across the butt. I laughed when I found a bikini cut pair with a cherry over the vagina and a cute bow on the front. I held each of them up and admired them. I decided to try the bikini cut panties first. I bent over to pull them up and felt my breasts swing with gravity. "So different," I thought. The bikini cut panties were made of cotton and easily slid up my legs. I hesitated pulling them tight against my vagina, but after remembering I do not have balls to injure I pulled them up flush. The elastic bands hugged the curves of my hips and I was surprised to feel additional elastic bands holding the panties around my legs. The cotton fabric covered my soft trimmed thatch. I walked around the room dumbfounded. It felt so different having fabric move over your vagina leading to your butt and expanding to cover your butt. That region on men never felt fabric, and yet that portion on my current body felt covered and dry. I did notice that the panties were slowly creeping up my butt crack. Due to this discovery I decided the thong was next. The pink thong was extravagant. It felt like satin, but was very stretchy. It had fake jewels that hung from it and it appeared that this was a pair of panties that Amanda wanted shown off. I pulled the cotton bikini cut panties off and began sliding the thong up my legs. The thong rolled over itself as I pulled it up and I found that I had to untangle it just prior to pulling it up to my vagina and over my hips. It felt the same as the bikini in the front, but far different in the back. I felt the thong fabric meet up against my thatch as well as the thin strip material in the back take its position up my butt crack. From the front the thong looked and felt the same, but my ass could feel the cool air travel against it. When I bent over the thong tightened up my ass and really turned me on. I decided I could really like this. I walked around the room admiring how much my butt giggled with each step. Girls certainly have more padding in the back then guys do. I looked around the floor for my next article of clothing and my watch beeped. It informed me that the grounds were now opening. I decided I had more time for the clothes later, and put on my swim suit with a tank top and shorts over it. I decided to go the pool first and sun bathe. I wore the skimpiest bikini and I loved it. I walked out to the beach and lay out on a lawn chair with the straps of my top undone to not leave a tan line. Men approached me all the time to ask if they could apply some sun tan lotion to my back. I let a few of the cuter ones and told them to look me up later. After pampering myself in the sun and getting drunk on "sex on the beach" drinks I wanted a massage and to try out the spa. I used my credit from missing breakfast to get the full treatment. They started with a mud bath and a clay bake. After that my skin felt dry like all the oils had been removed and I did not really like it. From there I was taken to a massaging bed. I was instructed to strip down to my birthday suit and lay a towel over my butt. I laid on the massage bed naked waiting for some girl to come in and rub my back, but to my surprise a very strong man entered instead. "Do you want the standard massage or my special massage," he said. "I think I will take your special," I said. The man worked every muscle in my body to complete relaxation. He used scented lotions and oils that helped me feel like I was made of clay and he could shape me how he liked. The special part came next as he asked me to roll over. He used his same skills at working my back muscles to massage my breasts and clit. I had three of four orgasms in a matter of minutes. I could barely breathe when he stopped. My chest was heaving from the pleasure I experienced and my tits were jumping up and down with each large breath. I got dressed and went down to the salon. I got a manicure and a pedicure from two people at the same time. I had no idea a pedicure was so wonderful. First they wash your feet and then they massage them as the work your toes over. By the time they were