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The Exchange Clinic
By Morpheus
I was in the Exchange Clinic, sitting across the desk from a
professionally dressed woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties. I sat
up straight, trying to look calm and confident, though I was actually so
filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement that I was half
afraid I was going to explode.
I'd found the Exchange Clinic last week, which hadn't been easy since
they don't really advertise. When I'd come in to check it out and see if
they could help me, I'd been a bit surprised that they hadn't just thrown
me out on my ass. After all, not only could I not afford to pay for
their services but I was also under age.
But to my surprise, Mrs. Carver, the same woman who was in front of me
right now had taken me seriously and had asked me fill out some of their
applications and questionnaires. Afterwards, she'd told me to think
about whether this was really what I wanted, and if so, to come back in a
week. So here I was, having spent the last week thinking about this and
becoming more certain than ever that it was indeed what I wanted.
Mrs. Carver opened a folder on her desk and I could see that it contained
a picture of me which had been taken last week along with the
questionnaire and application I'd filled out at that time. She glanced
at the contents for just a moment, not long enough to really read through
it all though.
"James...Jimmy Williams," Mrs. Carver said. "Age fifteen. This is
correct."
"Yes," I responded, trying to hide my nervousness.
"Your request has been accepted," Mrs. Carver told me with a smile. "You
do understand however that this is extremely unusual. Our usual policy
is that we do not take anyone under the age of eighteen as a client." I
let out a sigh of relief while she picked up a second folder and held it.
"However, one of our important clients requested a body swap into someone
very much like you. This is the person who would like to exchange with
you. I believe you'll find this just what you are looking for as well."
I accepted the folder from Mrs. Carver and looked at the contests,
gasping as I did so. Right on top there was a picture of a very
beautiful woman with dark hair. I looked at her application and
questionnaire, quickly reading through what she'd put down. It said that
her name was Tanya Robins...Mrs. Tanya Robins and that she was a twenty-
eight year old housewife to a young business executive. But from what I
was seeing, she didn't exactly fit what I normally thought of when I
thought of housewife since she and her husband had a good amount of
money.
"And she wants to be me?" I asked in amazement.
"Yes," Mrs. Carver told me with a faint look of amusement. "Mrs. Robins
contacted us several months ago, saying that she was looking to exchange
places with a young man under the age of eighteen. You are perhaps a
couple years younger than what she'd originally been looking for but she
is actually quite excited about becoming you. That is, if you agree to
this exchange."
"Of course," I blurted out excitedly, staring down at her file and
thinking that this was even better than I'd hoped. She was everything
I'd hoped for and more.
Mrs. Carver was acting polite and professional but I wondered what she
really thought about a teenage boy wanting to exchange bodies and lives
with a grown woman. I knew that most people wouldn't understand this and
would probably make fun of me for it. However there was absolutely no
doubt in my mind that I wanted this.
Ever since I first started noticing girls a few years ago, I found myself
more interested in adult women than girls my age. They seemed much more
confident and in control, not to mention sexier. However it didn't take
long before I realized that I wasn't attracted to these women so much as
I envied them. I wanted to BE them. And that desire had only grown
stronger. Of course I knew that I couldn't tell this to any of my
friends or family. None of them could possibly understand.
"In that case, I need you to verify that you have not told anyone about
this exchange," Mrs. Carver told me. "Last week when you were here, you
signed a confidentiality agreement where you swore that you hadn't told
anyone about coming to see us and that you would not do so. I need you
to confirm that you still haven't told anyone and to sign here." She
pointed to a spot at the bottom of the confidentiality agreement that I'd
already sighed.
"I haven't told anyone," I assured her, signing the document as I did so.
"No one would understand."
"I hope you understand the reason for this secrecy," Mrs. Carver told me
with a serious look. "All of our clients deserve their privacy and
having other people know about the exchanges can make it difficult and
awkward for them to assimilate into their new lives."
With a nod I responded, "I understand." I certainly wouldn't be happy
about starting a new life only to find out other people knew about the
exchange and treated me like an impostor because of it.
"There is no need for you to worry about any payment either," Mrs. Carver
said, pushing several more papers towards me. "Mrs. Robins has already
paid for the entire procedure in advance."
Next Mrs. Carver had me sign the contract where I agreed to surrender all
rights and claims to my body in life to Mrs. Robins in exchange for hers.
I also had so sign an agreement where the Exchange Clinic wasn't
responsible for whether or not I was fully happy or satisfied with my new
life since they only facilitated an agreed upon exchange between two
individuals.
Once the paperwork was all taken care of, Mrs. Carver led me to another
room where I saw two large chairs set up near each other. They reminded
me of dentist chairs in that they leaned back but what caught my
attention more was the large machine between the two chairs and the
helmets which were connected to the machine with cables. I was so busy
staring at this machine that I barely even noticed when Mrs. Carver
introduced me to the man who'd be performing the procedure, a dark
skinned man named Dr. Kuniwe.
Then Mrs. Carver left the room while another woman came in, one whom I
immediately recognized from the picture in her file. This was Tanya
Robins, the woman I was to trade places with. She was tall, about an
inch taller than me which put her at 5 foot 10. Of course, that was with
her wearing the pair of sexy high heels on her feet. She was also
dressed very nicely with shirt and skirt that were obviously very
expensive, though her jewelry certainly didn't look cheap either. I
realized that I was staring at her but that didn't seem to matter much
because she was staring at me with a look of hunger and eagerness as
well.
"Hello," Mrs. Robins greeted me in a sexy voice. She gave me another
appraising look and added, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You too," I responded, feeling extremely self-conscious.
"Please have a seat," Dr. Kuniwe told us, gesturing for each of us to sit
in one of the chairs.
I sat down in the chair and leaned back while Dr. Kuniwe put the large
helmet over my head. I felt nervous about this and couldn't help but
wondering why Mrs. Robins would possibly be interested in exchanging with
me. She was absolutely gorgeous, had plenty of money, and in her
questionnaire she'd even said her husband adored her completely and would
do just about anything for her. Of course, she'd also put down that her
reasons were that she wanted to start over again as a young man. I still
had a hard time seeing why anyone would want to be me but I certainly
wasn't about to complain.
A minute later, everything was set up and Dr. Kuniwe said that it was
about to begin. There was a loud hum coming from the machine and it soon
filled my ears and then my very being. Everything suddenly became very
dizzy and confusing but I scarcely noticed as I quickly fell asleep.
My awareness and sense of self returned in almost the exact opposite
order from how it had all vanished. I slowly became aware of my
surroundings, as though I was just waking up from a long nap. My senses
and thoughts were all confused and blurred at first but then they began
to reform and make sense again. Once I was fully awake and thinking
clearly, I looked around and blinked in amazement.
"Did it work?" I asked, already knowing the answer as soon as I heard my
female voice.
With that thought came the realization that my body felt different, very
different. I was now aware of an extra weight on my chest not to mention
that absolutely everything felt off.
I held my hands up and stared at them, seeing that they weren't my
familiar hands but were a woman's hands with manicured nails. Then I
used my new hands to reach down and feel my new breasts, amazed as I did
so. However, remembering that I wasn't alone, I quickly pulled my hands
away.
"It worked," a boy's voice exclaimed from the other chair.
I looked over at my old body which was currently reaching between his
legs. Mrs. Robins was obviously just as excited about this as I was and
was starting to reach for her helmet.
"Not yet," Dr. Kuniwe told us. "This is just phase one...the first
half."
"But we switched bodies," I exclaimed in surprise. "What more do we need
to do?"
Dr. Kuniwe positioned himself so we could both see him as he explained,
"I have performed a complete exchange of information between your
physical brains, so in that sense, the process is complete. However if
you were to leave at this moment you would both discover that there are a
number of problems resulting from this. Specifically, your sense of body
dimensions and balance will still be set to your old body which would
leave you both very awkward and clumsy. It would take several months to
fully adjust and that isn't even taking into account the difficulty of
taking over your new lives when you don't know enough about each other."
"That is true," Mrs. Robins responded from my old body. "But I was
assured that you would help me adjust quickly and easily."
"Indeed," Dr. Kuniwe responded. "Phase two is to help acclimate you to
your new bodies, to help synchronize body and mind. While the contents
of your brains were being exchanged, they were also mapped and a filter
developed. For the next step, I will copy some of these contents from
several specific areas back to the original brains. This will overwrite
some of the current information with some that is a little more
relevant."
"I don't really understand," I said, feeling a little lost from his
explanation.
However, Dr. Kuniwe just sighed and said, "This will also help you adjust
to your new lives and identities."
With that, Dr. Kuniwe went and pushed some more buttons on the machine
and it began humming again. Just like last time, the strange humming
began to echo through my very being and I felt myself becoming extremely
dizzy and confused. I couldn't really form a single thought though I
didn't really lose consciousness again either.
A minute later, the humming went away and the dizziness and confusion
slowly began to recede as well. However it didn't go away nearly as fast
as the last time and I felt a strange sense of conflict inside my own
head.
"Just relax," Dr. Kuniwe told us. "Your minds are just integrating the
new information."
I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, amazed when sudden
flashes of memory came to mind. These were memories that weren't my
own...or at least hadn't been before now.
A memory of learning to ride a horse as a little girl came to mind
followed by one of my roommate in college. Other memories flashed
through as well, surprising me at first but then I couldn't help but
thinking, 'how could I have forgotten that?'
After several minutes, the storm inside my head began to settle down. I
took several deep breaths then opened my eyes and removed the helmet.
There was no doubt in my mind that the procedure had now been fully
completed.
I climbed out of the chair and stood there for a moment, feeling just a
little off balance for just a few seconds before everything settled into
place. I slowly walked across the room, hearing the click click of my
heels on the floor. After the first two steps, I had absolutely no
problem walking in them at all.
"The new information," I thought aloud, now realizing exactly what phase
two entailed. It had given me absolutely everything I needed to not only
be in Mrs. Robin's body but to actually be her...to live her life.
However, some of this new information was still settling into place.
"How do you feel?" Dr. Kuniwe asked us.
"I feel quite well," I told him with a smile.
"Awesome," exclaimed the teenage boy who was climbing out of his own
chair.
The boy looked over himself and felt his body up a bit, grinning
excitedly as he did so. I felt no real need to do so quite yet, not when
it was my body now and it felt so comfortable and familiar. In a way, it
felt as though this had always been my body.
"I see everything went well," Mrs. Carver said as she came back into the
room to check on us. "How are you feeling Mrs. Robins?"
It took me a moment to realize that she was talking to me though I
realized that I'd have to get used to being called Mrs. Robins...or Tanya.
"As I told Doctor Kuniwe," I responded carefully, "I feel quite well.
This all feels so normal."
"As it should," Dr. Kuniwe said. "You each spent a lifetime being
familiar with your old bodies so I simply exchanged that between you.
Your physical sense of self and even your mannerisms have been copied
over. All of your original information is still present but the new
information is taking precedence. You may find yourselves feeling
slightly conflicted on occasion for the next week or so as the new
information becomes dominant and the obsolete information fades further
into the background."
I just nodded at that and looked at the former Mrs. Robins, suddenly
having a flash of understanding. With the new memories and perspective
I'd just gained, I now understood exactly why she'd wanted to become a
teenage boy.
My new memories were still coming into place but for now I had enough to
know that Tanya had grown up in a family that believed women were
supposed to support their husbands in their careers, not have careers of
their own. She loved her husband Edgar and he loved her back, but her
role was to support him in his own success not to seek it herself.
I knew now that Tanya had been frustrated at always having a support
role, in never having a chance to do achieve anything of her own. That
was why she wanted to start over as a teenage boy, because it left her
with a whole future in front of her and the challenge of having to make
something of it herself.
It was strange to realize that not only did I have access to most of
Tanya's memories but I still had my own...though they now feel distant. It
was almost as though my old life had happened a long time ago...or to
someone else.
"Is there anything else I need to do?" I asked Mrs. Carver.
"Just a quick signature from each of you that the procedure has been
completed," Mrs. Carver responded with a polite smile. "Of course, all
records of this transaction will be sealed away afterwards and will
remain confidential."
A minute later I signed the contract again, this time writing in a smooth
feminine script as I put down the name Tanya Robins. I felt a chill of
excitement as I realized that was me now. I was now Tanya Robins.
I noticed a mirror on the wall and caught sight of my own reflection,
smiling as I did so. Instead of a teenage boy looking back, it was the
image of a beautiful and sophisticated adult woman. It was everything
I'd ever dreamed of.
"Then it looks like our business is complete," Mrs. Carver said as the
former Mrs. Robins and I left. "I hope you both enjoy your new lives."
"I know I will," the teenage boy beside me exclaimed with a grin. Then
he turned to me and said, "Goodbye...Mrs. Robins."
"Goodbye Jimmy," I told him. "And good luck with your new life."
"You too Mrs. Robins," he responded before turning and walking down the
street towards the bus station.
I stood where I was for a moment before reaching into my purse. I pulled
out a slim metal cigarette case and removed a slender cigarette. I
casually lit the cigarette and took a deep drag and then casually blew
the smoke of to the side as though I'd been smoking for years. Of
course, in this life I had been smoking for years. It was an old and
comfortable habit.
After taking a second drag from my cigarette, I started walking in the
opposite direction from where Jimmy had gone, heading towards where my
Lexus was parked. I smiled at the click click sound my heels made with
each step and then glanced down at my generous breasts. I smiled even
more as I thought about going home to my husband Edgar and trying out my
body in all the ways I remembered in my new memories.
"Finally," I whispered with a feeling of immense satisfaction. "I
finally have the life I was meant for."
THE END
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