This choice: Swap some of his fellow tenants • Go Back...Chapter #5Roy swaps some of his fellow tenants? by: Juttuj   “Some things never change, huh?” Roy said to himself, chuckling. He was now alone, armed with nothing but a powerful reality altering device from another dimension. And, after a moment of thought, he decided that testing this powerful device was the only option... and who better than his neighbors?
Roy walked along for a while, eventually finding a bench near the entrance of his building to sit and wait for potential options. Earlier he briefly thought about going somewhere else to test his newfound power, but he quickly realized the problems there. The main issue on his mind being that if he did want to eventually change everyone back, it'd be a lot harder if it was just randos at some park that he'd have to track down later.
Nope, this was the better option, and Roy could take waiting for the fun. Like earlier with Sarah, Jack and Mrs. Sanchez, if he just waited then he'd be easily able to change them back... after all, he knew where they lived. Roy found himself chuckling a little though, as he thought about how the real Jack was Mrs. Sanchez, Mrs. Sanchez was living Sarah's life, and Sarah was living as Jack, and all none the wiser.
"Dang... I wonder how sex works with either of the new couples..." He started to think, getting hornier by the second, but soon his train of thought derailed as new "volunteers" appeared from around the corner.
Three people turned the corner, and it gave Roy plenty to work with. Two of them were a couple, in their fifties, and rather annoying neighbors. They were Bridget and Mason Walters, the neighbors directly above Roy's apartment. Mason was an old looking goober with a bushy white beard, with short still brown hair on his head, wrinkles all over, a short stature, and a big beer belly. Beside him was Bridget, a fake blonde old crone with a decent figure she's spent a lot of money on maintaining. A huge rack and a somewhat sagging fat ass which Roy couldn't help but peek at.
Behind them was Richie, a college aged stoner loser who was dating an older tenant on the other side of the building. He was skinny, pale, and always high. He had jet black hair and was wearing the typical beanie, hoodie, sagging jeans combo he always wore. Roy would always say hi to him, just because Richie thought they were buds. And of course, Roy was never happier than now to be "friends" with him.
Roy subtly aimed the role swapper, and in two quick zaps it was a very different scene.
There was Richie, his hair now past his shoulders, and dyed a bright blonde. His face was less pale, and was covered in lipstick and mascara. He wore Bridget's blue dress, which showed Rick why Richie's girlfriend Ursula liked him so much, as an obvious bulge protruded from the dress as Richie walked, swaying his nonexistent hips from side to side, casually clinging to the 50-year-old man he was now married to.
The odd duo walked by, ignoring Roy, before "Richie" walked up to casually greet Roy.
"Hey man." Bridget greeted Roy in the most embarrassing sounding gruff attempt at sounding like a man.
"Hey dude." Roy replied, stifling a laugh as he looked her over.
Bridget's hair was short, and black now, barely poking out from below the beanie. She looked years over, as she no longer had any makeup of face lifts to speak of. Her tits were also still large, but sagged heavily, pushing out of Richie's now slightly shrunken hoodie. The only clothing that seemed to work now were Richie's formerly loose jeans, which now hugged tightly around her large, fat ass.
"How's Ursula?" Roy inquired further.
Bridget grinned. "Ha, like, totally great. We fucked for like an hour. You know how good I am with my tongue right? I swear getting high sooooo helps." She chuckled, causing the real Richie to scoff as he walked off with Mason around the corner.
"Cool man, happy for you." Roy laughed. He couldn't help but note that "Richie" specified tongue stuff, implying that Bridget and Ursula's sex was more lesbian like than before... which to be fair, made sense. "So she's a fan of you, huh?" He inquired further.
"Totally." She said after a rather awkward pause, pretty much confirming she was high now. "She can't get enough of my big fat puss." He laughed before walking off without warning, as Richie always seemed to do.
"Alright, so that confirms that Juanita and Sarah are probably big scissoring and eating out fans now... oof, and poor Jack's ass has gotta be sore." Roy thought to himself, making a mental note to switch Jack back ASAP. It's not like he'd remember... but Roy would feel a little bad if Raoul had his way with him.
Roy then watched as the 50 year old woman now living the life of a 20 year old man walked around the bend, leaving him wondering how their days were about to go.
After that, there were a few more possible people to swap over the next few minutes, but only people on their own. Roy thought about swapping himself, but he decided against it. He wasn't sure yet if he was ready to swap himself into other people's lives. Besides, there was so much more he wanted to see! And, luckily, the perfect possibility presented itself.
Walking down the hall was Shyla Harrison. She was on the phone, and taking her time as she seemed frustrated on the call. She was African American, with dark, ebony skin. She had long hair always tied in dreads, long acrylic nails, fully done makeup, and small but bright rings and earrings. She was dressed for a jog, with tight blue yoga pants and halter top.
She was in her 30s, and still single. Because of that, she was always flirting with the older men of the apartment, and seemed to be a little desperate. Part of that, Roy guessed, was from her weight, as she had packed on a couple pounds. Though, ironically, it probably also boosted her confidence, as it pushed her breasts into the double D range, and made her ass look like it had its own orbit. Both of these were currently held back somewhat by her tight clothes, but with some sweat already accumulating and her obvious camel toe, there wasn't much left to the imagination.
"No... NO! Girl I am never seeing that hoe again. Mmmm mmm, do not give me that he's broke, A. F." She continued into her phone as she walked towards the exit.
Behind her was, surprisingly enough, Ursula! Ursula was your typical white girl, basic bitch. She had curly blonde hair, pale skin only slightly less pale than the stick she slept with, had moderate breasts and figure, though nothing to ride home about. She wore glasses, and currently was dressed in a nice sundress with sandals and a wide hat. With Starbucks in one hand, and her phone in the other, she casually was walking towards the exit as she appeared to browse Instagram.
Roy was pretty sure she worked with Sarah in the library, which made it even harder for him to picture her of all people having sex with Bridget Walters of all people. Still, this was something Roy was looking for. Sure, Mrs. Sanchez was a Latina, but Roy didn't really get to see any big ways that that affected her behavior... so this was too good to miss.
With another quick selection, in just another ZAP the two people were now standing in the other's place, and it was hilarious and hot, to say the least.
Now walking past Roy was the large Shyla, dressed in an ill-fitting yellow sundress which seemed to be buckling from her large breasts. Her hair was smooth, and curled gently down her shoulders, her skin still dark but seemed almost paler somehow. As she walked by, Roy heard her mutter something, sounding like a typical valley girl casually commenting on something she saw.
Across from them was the stranger of the two sights. Ursula now stood dressed in a tight pair of yoga pants, hugging her small but cute butt tightly as she walked aggressively back and forth. Her blonde hair was now in dreads, stretching down to said ass. She seemed to have a tan now, and was still sweating as she walked towards the exit.
"No girl, I'm serious." She said into her phone, causing Roy to tense up, as the kind of accent she put on sounded a little... bad, coming from some skinny white girl. "I'm for real. I'm not gonna put my ass out there right now. As a black woman, I gotta be careful out there. Yes... yeah, girl that's what I'm saying men can be all sorts of crazy! K-K, gotta go."
Ursula hung up the phone, expertly doing so despite her long nails, then turned, almost bumping into the real Shyla, now in her old life.
"Oops, like, excuse me ma'am." Shyla giggled, giving a strange amount of authority to the much younger Ursula.
"No problem honey, my fault." Ursula replied before the two took off in opposite directions.
Roy was amazed at this thing. Ursula, some skinny white girl, was living the life of an older black woman, and nobody seemed to bat an eye. Roy watched as Ursula jogged off, without anyone giving her a second eye... besides a few men gazing at her rear.
Roy sat back and chuckled, trying his best to cover the awkward boner now growing in his pants. This thing was amazing, and the surge of emotions he felt using it was electric. He could hear more people walking down the stairs, and that's when a thought entered his mind.
What would it be like to get himself involved? To be perceived as a different age or gender or race.... as a whole different person? Of course, he could find out... or just return to more swapping others around? After a few moments of thought, he made his decision.
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