Speed Dating, Part 1(MtF & FtM TG)

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By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for Babjie

Lex has had another boring year in a boring job with a boring lack of love life. Determined to make the new year better, he decides to try speed dating. To his surprise, he hits it off with a girl named Kasey, who is way out of his league. At least, that’s the case at first, but soon the pair begin to transform, becoming the ideal partner for the other. Only it turns out, this includes some gender changes as well!

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Part 1: Dating Swift

Lex sighed as the fireworks went off. Cheers echoed across the boardwalk and even from the boats out in the bay, but he could only give a half-hearted holler himself. The year 2024 was done, and ushering into its place was 2025, with seemingly just as few prospects as the year that had just passed. Lex was thirty three years old and hadn’t dated in years by this point. He made a living reviewing English translations for an overseas marketing company, and it was just as boring and pointless as it sounded. The mix of long hours of sitting in a chair and his own general malaise had left him becoming quite doughy and heavy set over time. He wasn’t, at least he hoped, fat, at least not yet, but he was threatening to become so if he continued to be sedentary and on the verge of depression. His once twinkling blue eyes now seemed to be faded, and even his blonde hair was starting to recede prematurely; he just hoped not to have a bald spot until he was at least twenty five.

Perhaps it wasn’t all that bad, he considered. Perhaps he just needed to take some time off and try to treat his body better. He was pretty average looking, but he wasn’t bad looking. Still, a small but fanciful part of himself had hoped to find a tipsy gal with a fun-loving personality, one who at the very least could give him a New Years’ kiss and fill him with life. No such luck on that front. Instead, he’d been surrounded by couples doing just that, with him looking a bit embarrassingly single in the throng of them.

“Don’t forget your New Year’s resolutions, everybody!” cried one woman in a bikini. She looked like she was about to jump into the water, though her girlfriend’s were trying to convince her that doing so drunk would be quite unfortunate. 

“New year’s resolutions, huh?” Lex muttered to himself. He looked over the boardwalk and the beach beyond, viewing the numerous couples holding one another, kissing one another, just plain being one another as the new year began.

“Yeah, maybe it’s time I made one.”

***

She was nervous. Of course she was. Kasey had never done speed dating before. In fact, she’d thought it was for losers and sad people. Or desperate ones. Or perverts. The last she was particularly wary of; she knew she was not bad looking, but some creeps really went for mixed-race women. “Best of both worlds,” one had told her. “You’ve got an Asian face but a big black ass. Shame about the tits, though.” She’d slapped him, of course. Quite spectacularly at that. But she never forgot that feeling; like being a piece of meat before a hungry, cruel dog.

It was a feeling that had followed her for a long time, and not just from that incident. Somehow, she just really knew how to pick ‘em. She’d had yelling boyfriends, absent boyfriends, boyfriends who wanted sex and no intimacy, and boyfriends who just wanted a mommy. The last were the worst, except perhaps for the ones who “liked them ethnic.” Then again, Brandon had liked them both: “I love a hot submissive chick,” he’d said.

She’s slapped him too, and didn’t regret a damn thing. The only problem was that it had seemingly become a habit for her. A few bad words around the neighbourhood, and some other foul rumours, and she’d found it hard to even get a date. Those dates she did get she just kept her guard up way too much. 

“Girl, you haven’t dated anyone in over a year!” her friend Jessica said.

“I’m just . . . taking a break from the entire male race,” she muttered.

Jessica had scoffed. “Hey, maybe you just haven’t found the right one, yet?”

“The ones I have found have been pretty bad.”

“You gotta diversify your portfolio, girl! Stop chasing after all these macho men who still need their mommies to tie their shoelaces. Drop any guy who can’t stop railing on about his manly podcast. Find someone soulful.”

Kasey was highly sceptical, but friends can be convincing, and so here she was now, having signed up to a speed dating service of all things, and ready to give it a try. Well, not ready. She got the feeling she’d overdressed: she was wearing a tight black dress that was tasteful and covered up, the sort of thing you took to a work dinner, but it certainly looked good on her. She’d fixed up her dark curls and made sure they were hanging just right, and with a nervous breath headed in. This one was just for Jessica. She wasn’t going to actually date a guy. Like she’d said, she’d had enough of the male race.

But damn, if she hadn’t been lonely lately too.

***

Lex was trying, he really was. It was a nice venue, and the seats were comfy. He’d done his best to dress up nicely; he’d even purchased a nice white button shirt that fit him well and had a nice smart casual look to it. He’d also gotten his hair done, an expense he usually didn’t go for. And in some ways, it had definitely boosted his confidence. After a shaky start where he’d stumbled over his work talking to some women, he’d started to develop his sea legs, so to speak.

“Hey, I’m Lex, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Sandy, nice to meet you Lex. What do you do?”

And that was the problem. What he did was boring. Sure, he had other passions: he loved poetry, he loved to delve into the world of imagination, he loved art in so many of its forms. But that wasn’t what people asked for. They wanted to know what you did, and what he did was mind-numbing, and the women could tell. It killed connections early, and dancing around the question only made it worse. 

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Lex,” Sandy said. She’d been the seventh person so far in the line, and had been quite beautiful at that. He doubted he’d had a chance with her anyway, but he had struggled to get it. He looked down at the Dating Swift app on his phone, the one that he’d had to download to join this surface. It listed him and Sandy and gave only a fifteen percent match. He grimaced, and looked up at the large sign in the venue.

Dating Swift: Guaranteed to Make Your Perfect Match

“Guaranteed my pasty white ass,” he murmured.

And then she sat down. She was quite pretty. Not knock out beautiful or anything, but with a strong girl next door quality and a nervous smile that made her immediately endearing to him. Besides, while he cleaned up well, he doubted he was going to be advertising for Calvin Klein anytime soon.

“Hi, I’m Kasey,” the woman said. She had dark skin and looked to be a mix of African and Asian heritage. Despite the initial smile, she had a kind of no-nonsense look to her, and she plonked into her seat as if she were forced to be here.

“Hey, I’m Lex.”

“Nice to meet you, Lex.”

“Yeah, s-same.”

“Full disclosure, Lex, I’m only here because my friend put me up to it. I highly doubt this promise of a ‘Guaranteed Perfect Match’ is actually redeemable. I’m not really looking for anything, especially anything series. I have been burnt way too many times.”

Lex nodded, trying to keep the disappointment off of his face. “I get that. Well, actually, I have to admit, I don’t get that. I would sort of like to be burnt a few times. It’s been, well, it’s been a bit of a dry spell in terms of relationships for me. That’s why I’m here.”

She sighed, putting a hand on her forehead. “Yeah, sorry to kill the mood. Look, we’ve got five minutes, right? What shall we talk about? What do you do for a living?”

There it was, the question. Lex bit the bullet.

“I, uh, you know those instructions you get on boxes and manuals? With the really obvious stuff on them? The ones you barely use because you already know how to fit the hammock together or use a simple baby toy?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I’m the guy that translates those into English when they come from a lot of foreign companies.”

There was a momentary silence, and he braced for the typical awkwardness. Instead, Kasey actually burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, that’s . . . that’s so boring!”

He laughed with her. “Right?”

“That’s gotta be the worst job ever!”

“It is!”

“Do you work from home?”

“Nope! Gotta be in the office, for some reason.”

“Typical. Holy shit, I had no idea this was a thing. I mean, no one thinks about this stuff, right? It’s not really, you know, important. No offence.”

He put up his hands, still grinning. “Trust me, no one knows this better than me! Pays well, at least.”

She shook her head. “Somehow, this is crazy interesting to me. Do you ever get the temptation to change the labels, just a little? Maybe translate it into a dumb message because you know no one will ever read it. You know, something like ‘Fuck You Ted’, because Ted is your asshole boss or something.”

Lex chuckled. “That’s not a bad idea! Maybe I’ll think about it. Can I ask what you do?”

“Construction. I work the diggers.”

“Woah, really?”

“No, you goof! Do I look like I’d last a day in construction? Naw, I work in the gym. I work the floor and sometimes help out as a fitness instructor.”

“That’s no fair, you can’t just go and flaunt your interesting job in my face, especially when I’m one of those guys who keeps talking about needing to go to the gym.”

She grinned sweetly. She had cute little dimples he had just started to notice.

“Well, you’re in luck, I can get you a discount, mister. Looking to Arnie up?”

“Oh, I could take Arnie. It’s just Stallone I’m worried about.”

“Well, Adrian, tell me something actually interesting about yourself. Because there’s no way a guy as witty as you has putting instructions on boxes as his only hobby.”

He put up a finger. “Ah, I’m not so highly qualified as that. I only translate the messages to go on boxes. The guys who write them, they’re the real heroes.

Another snort, but she gestured to him to continue.

“Well, this will sound rather lame, but . . .”

He told her about his love of poetry. He told her about his interest in art, and his own attempts to get into painting and graphic design, and how he hoped one day to get a proper drawing pad to do so. He found himself getting carried away without even thinking about it, and soon Kasey had placed her head in her hands, staring up at him with interest, a broad smile slowly forming on her features. He realised what he was doing and stopped.

“Sorry, I, uh, get carried away, I guess. People don’t usually ask me stuff like this.”

“Well, I’m glad I did.”

“And what about yourself?”

“Music.”

“Music?”

“Love music. Hip hop and classical. I know, that’s a wide gulf, huh? But it’s the same as with you, I love the artistry of it. It pumps me up when I’m doing my workout. I also like action movies and romance. Again, pretty wide gulf, right? People are complicated, who knew?”

“Exactly.”

The buzzer sounded. Had it really been five minutes?

***

Kasey looked down at her Date Swift app. Had it really been five minutes? It had gone so fast! This Lex guy was kinda cute, and had kind of gotten lost in his dreamy gaze as he talked about his hopes and dreams. She couldn’t exactly say she’d met a guy like him before. The app seemed to agree.

“Um, holy shit,” she said. “Is this a glitch or something?”

She held up her phone to him and his eyes went wide. They were listed as a one hundred percent match. Lex brought out his own phone; his app said the same.

“I guess we really connected, huh?” he said, hopefully.

“Y-yeah,” Kasey said hesitantly, even as she got up to go to the next person. “I - I guess we did. Look, I stand by what I said before, but-”

“One Hundred Percent Match Detected!”

It had come from their phones and a loudspeaker system somewhere.

“What the -!?”

“Initiating Change. Congratulations, you are to become each other’s ideal partner! Your perfect match is guaranteed with Date Swift!”

There was a series of whoops and cheers from various speed daters, and some playful music began to ring out from the speakers as well. Both Kasey and Lex exchanged a bemused, and then amused, look.

“Uh, I guess we won?” Lex said.

“Yeah, it must be some kind of rigged thing, no offence.”

“Look, so long as I win some chocolates.”

“Please, the chocolates are all mine. You take the flowers.”

The other speed daters were shuffling, and they big each other a little wave, preparing to move to their next date. But suddenly there was a loud ding from what sounded like an alarm system.

“No need to keep talking. You two are a perfect match! You’re done here! Enjoy your perfect lives! The change towards happiness begins now!”

To Kasey’s surprise, she was practically pushed out of the building, and Lex along with her. Members of staff gave their congratulations and wished them well. One even hoped that she wouldn’t “go through anything too extreme, but it always works out in the end, trust us!”

The door closed, and the two were left alone together, out in the cold.

“Okay, that was really fucking weird,” Kasey said. She looked up at the taller Lex. “I’m not wrong, right? That was really super fucking weird?”

“Absolutely,” he said. He gave her an awkward grin that made her smile in return; he had a kind of infectious quality that she liked. “I guess they’re really serious about their matches?”

“You don’t really believe that, right? About the perfect match?”

Lex fidgeted a little. “I mean, we did hit it off okay, didn’t we? We could always, you know, catch up again?”

Kasey considered this for a moment. She didn’t want a relationship, not after all her bad experiences with men, but that ‘Perfect Match’ moment still stuck with her, and she and Lex had gotten along so well, even for just five minutes . . .

“What the hell!” she said. “You got a pen and paper? Wait, what am I saying, we’ve got phones. Gimme yours.”

Lex handed it over, his hand shaking a little. It was kinda sweet. The phone was already unlocked, so she got into his contacts and added a new one:  KC, she labelled herself. 

She passed the phone back to him. 

“Give me a call in a day or two, why don’t you?”

His broad grin was, once again, infection.

“I will. Uh, definitely. Thank you. Thank you so much, Kasey.”

“Well, thanks for being a perfect match. See you around, Lex.”

She waved, and he waved back. She walked away, letting her hips sway just a little to tease him, something she ordinarily didn’t do, and made her way to her car. As she did, those words echoed through her mind

“Lex is your perfect match.”

She grunted a little. Something rippled through her body, and for a moment her muscles tensed. What followed was an incredibly soothing feeling, one that she had to assume was a good feeling from the date. It went all the way from the tip of her head to her curling toes, and she had to grab a nearby lamp pole just to steady herself. She didn’t realise it, but a greater change was just starting. Her height extended just an inch or so, and her face broadened just subtly. Her chest, mostly flat, flattened a little further, and her rather fine rear deflated almost imperceptibly. She bit her lips, which were partly thinner, then got back to her feet properly.

“He better call me,” she said, before getting into her car. She had to adjust the seat. Why had she set it so high?

***

Lex panted as he got to his car. He felt wonderful. A change was in the air, though one far more literal than he could have imagined. He shook his shoulders, tensing his muscles and relaxing into a wonderful, almost divine state. That had gone well. A date! A potential date with a beautiful woman. Kasey was . . . cheeky. Witty. Passionate. And pretty, he couldn’t deny. 

While these thoughts went through his mind, a sly change rolled through his form. It was, in many ways, the reverse of what was happening to Kasey around the corner at that very moment. His shoulders trembled and thinned, and his slightly pudgy middle began a retreat, shedding several pounds in mere moments. His eyelashes grew, and his eyebrows became more defined. Even his hips subtly expanded, while his rear tightened - still a little larger but now . . . almost peachy.

He caught himself, releasing a satisfied breath.

“Tonight is a good feeling,” he said aloud. “A really good feeling.”

With a mighty grin he got into the driver’s seat, pumped his fists in the air in victory, and thanked whatever force out there had given him this chance. He just hoped that Kasey would change her mind, and would be willing to look for something serious. If not, he was just glad to have met her. 

“I’ll call tomorrow,” he said. “Or is that too desperate? Two days. Shit, it’s been so long. I’m really out of practice here.”

He could think of what to do tomorrow. If he could even sleep, that was.

But he could feel it. A change in the air, alright.

He just had no idea how big of a change it would be.

To Be Continued . . .