In Vegas

Jenny nervously walked the floor of the casino. She was visiting Las Vegas and had seen an ad for a service where you could spend the night in someone else’s body. She selected a guy’s body, thinking it would be interested to be treated as a man for a little while. The swap was quick and painless, but getting used to being a guy was weird. She was taller now, and the feeling between her legs as she walked was truly strange.

She had fun at a few games, and felt like she was being treated with more respect -- thought she honestly realized she couldn’t be sure of that. Then a sight at the casino bar caught her eye. It had been hard to recognize it at first because of the outfit, but that was her body sitting there! She approached feeling indignant.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jenny asked.

“Getting a drink. What does it look like?” Her body retorted.

“But you’ve dressed me up like a slut! Where did you even get those clothes?”

“They aren’t THAT bad! I went shopping. Well, YOU went shopping. You also got a brand new tattoo.”

“But you can’t DO that to my body!”

“What are you going to do about it? Unless you want me to keep it.”

“I’l report you to your boss?”

“Ha! Do you think they hire people to swap for their business? No, they find two people both shelling out dough to swap with each other. The way I see it, I paid for this body; I’m going to do what I want with it.”