After much thought, you decide to take a chance. Swapping clothes with the woman probably wouldn't be enough to get the employee off your back, and as much as the idea of swapping stuff with people excited you, you weren't quite sure you were ready to give up your life just yet. You were still too close to your friends, family, and girlfriend, and while there was probably an option to carry your relationships over to the woman's life when you swapped with her, you weren't sure how much would change with those relationships if you were supposed to be this older woman instead of Michael Jones. Gender swap also had potential, but you didn't really know how it would work, and trying it out while you were staring down the potential of getting thrown out didn't seem like the smartest move.
With a slightly hesitant finger, you tap on the "Head" option and drag it over to the image of yourself, before letting go. Immediately, the pictures change, depicting your head on top of the woman's body, and her head on top of yours. Your heart was racing with both excitement and anxiousness. You knew there was no real going back from this. The odds of running into this random woman again completely by chance weren't exactly high, so if you went through with this swap, and didn't swap back before either of your left, there was a good chance you'd never see your body again. The remote didn't seem to have any sort of undo or reset button, so you'd be stuck with this woman's body unless you swapped it out again. However, though the thought did scare you a bit, you manage to rationalise it to yourself. You were already coming out here to look for better targets to swap with, so you should have known there was a good chance you'd be swapping with strangers who might never meet again. And if you were going to keep using the remote, odds are you were going to end up going through a lot of different swaps, and losing track of parts of yourself along the way, so you may as well get started now.
"Confirm," you say aloud before you lose your nerve. And just like that, the screens disappear, and time started up again. In a rather disorienting fashion, you suddenly find yourself standing somewhere else, and with a whole slew of different sensations bombarding your senses. If front of you, you could see a pair of hands reaching towards the clothes rack in front of you, one holding a sundress, and the other thankfully still holding the remote as it pushed some of the other dresses aside. What was most important about said hands though, was that they were undeniably feminine looking.
Taking a deep breath, unintentionally exemplifying the feeling of the weight on your chest, you slowly tilt your gaze downward, and are greeted by a pair of breasts pushing out the front of the t-shirt you were wearing. Placing the sundress back on the rack, you slowly run a hand down your body, or rather the body you now possessed below your neck. Your hand finds a slightly chubby stomach, a wide set of hips with a large rear, and most notably, a flat crotch. There was no denying it, you had gained the body of the woman below your neck.
Before doing anything else, you tear your eyes away from the body you'd gained, and look up over at where you'd been previously been standing. There you see the woman you'd swapped with and the employee you'd swapped to get away from, though they weren't exactly where they had previously been. They both seemed to be walking away a little confused, the employee heading back towards the register, and the woman heading towards the entrance of the store. Presumably, the woman, now possessing your body and clothes, didn't know why she had come into a store that sold women's clothes, and the store employee had come over to help her, only to be confused as to how the woman could enter the store without knowing why. For a moment, you consider swapping back with the woman now that the employee was leaving her alone, but you knew the employee would probably come back if she saw you reentering the store with your own body and clothes. You'd come in here following the group of women, with the intent of swapping, you weren't about to leave unswapped now.
"Goodbye," you quietly say to yourself, watching the woman leave, disappearing into the crowd outside. Your old body was truly gone now. "And this is my body now," you mumble, completing your thought aloud. "Well, at least for now." You were somewhat at a loss for what to do now. Everything had happened so fast, and now you were standing at the far end of a women's clothing store with an older female body below your neck. For now, you decide to blend in, hoping your new body and taste in clothes, as well as your distance from the group of women, will do the trick in keeping the employee away. With one hand, you idly browse through the rack the woman had been looking at, while your other hand attempts to quietly slip the remote into your pocket, out of sight. Unfortunately, you seemed to have underestimated the size of the pockets on the woman's jeans, and found the remote would not fit. For a moment you were worried about someone spotting the remote, but it seemed that in the swap, you had not only inherited the woman's clothes, but also her handbag. You slip the remote inside, and take a peek at its contents. You thought you might have gotten some of the woman's possessions, perhaps something that could even show you who she was and where she lived, but only find it to contain your wallet and phone, which had previously been in your pockets. A quick check reveals that nothing major had changed about them, but you can spot a more feminine cut shirt at the bottom of your photo on your school ID, and your lockscreen, a photo of your and your girlfriend, now shows you with the female body you now possessed.
Now that you had a safe spot for your remote, you were able to more deeply think about what you wanted to do now as you continued browsing the rack. Your first thought is to simply do what you came here for. Thanks to your previous swap, you now clearly had a reason to be in this store, and could probably get closer to the group of women without anyone noticing anything odd. While you already had a female body below your neck, and were rather pleased with parts of it, she definitely wouldn't have been your first choice if you hadn't been in such a rush to get away from the employee. You could head over and swap with one of the women you'd followed instead, or perhaps use smaller swaps to mix and match parts, either improving your body or making your head more feminine to fit. Now that you weren't just trying to find an escape, you could take your time and figure out the best way to swap with them all, as long as you finished up before they left. Of course, you didn't need to simply swap with the women. You had an entire mall at your fingertips, and plenty of targets therein. While improving your body was certainly an option, you already had a female body, and you weren't sure that swapping with other women would be as interesting. Perhaps it would be better to go out and find a target more different from your current self.
Then again, you'd come here for swaps, and you'd already gone and swapped one of the biggest things you could. Maybe it would be better to take it easy for now and just see what things were like now with your new body. Part of your thinks it might be a good idea to just go home for now. You'd come to the mall after school, and while you weren't sure how long you'd spent here, you knew it probably wouldn't be too long until your mother finished dinner and started calling you to ask where you were. It would also allow you to see what else had changed at home, as you already could see from your phone and wallet that reality had changed to make it so that you'd always had this woman's body. You probably had her entire wardrobe now, and all the photos at home would probably be different. The idea of checking your baby photos suddenly crosses your mind, seeing as your current body was definitely older than your previous one. Speaking of your phone though, you also consider calling up one of your friends or your girlfriend. You weren't entirely sure if telling them about the remote would be the right call, but part of your felt like it would be fun to have someone come along for the swapping ride. The manual did say that other people could be aware of the swaps if they held the remote. You weren't sure if that included swaps that had already been performed though, so if you were going to tell anyone, it would probably be better to do it early on, before things got too mixed up. Of course, you didn't necessarily have to tell them about it. You could always just hang out at the mall and see whether they reacted any differently to your new body.
With your body practically on autopilot as the different options roll around in your mind, you find yourself picking a dress off the rack, the very same dress you'd been holding when you first swapped. Something within you told you that this was the kind of colour you wore often. A small grin appears on your face. The woman had come here to shop for a dress, so maybe you should shop too. Of course, it would be irresponsible to just buy the dress without trying it on to make sure it fit first, wouldn't it? There were dressing rooms nearby in the store, so maybe you could make a stop there to try on the dress, and perhaps get a better look at your new body at the same time.
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