Cool Redhead

— Oh my Goooood... whaaat... the fuuuck is... where... what the actual fuck am I — I tried to articulate something coherent as my trembling fingers, adorned with a hastily applied, chipped manicure, fumbled with a burgundy handbag. I wish I could say I was rummaging through it frantically because, deep down, I knew I needed to get back to my own body quickly. But no, my movements were smooth and, in a disgustingly feminine way, graceful, as if the air had become denser.

I found this remote about a month ago, just stumbled upon it on my way home. Or maybe it found me. Who the hell knows what this thing is. But it allowed... body swapping. Just like in those stupid sci-fi comedies, only here, no one was laughing. At the time, I thought it was some Chinese knockoff or a joke—a shiny piece of junk with a cheap plastic button featuring an icon of two arrows forming a loop, like the "refresh" symbol on a computer. But when I pressed it at home, an app opened on my phone by itself. No installations, just—bam, and there was the interface. Something called "BodySwap™ Pro." No registration, no SMS. Just a map with nearby markers and cameras—you could choose the person you wanted to "switch" with.

And then... I was drunk, just got curious, and it actually worked. First, I swapped bodies with some office fatso, then with a fitness trainer, and later tried it with chicks. Well, why not? It was fun. Always, even when I was in someone else's body, the remote and the app stayed with me, and those who were in my body acted like me, and afterward, no one remembered anything. Just an awesome thing.

So today, while strolling through the park, I saw this red-haired babe. She was lying on the lawn, staring at the sky, and I had this clear urge to feel her tits. Fortunately, the remote was always with me, so without much thought, I pressed the swap button, already familiar and easy.

Yeah... who knew she was apparently high. And not just high, but as if the universe within her was layered—and each layer pulsed with light, sound, smell, causing nauseating awe and tears in the eyes simultaneously. Everything around shimmered and wavered like a heat haze over asphalt in the July heat, and I think I heard the grass beneath me whispering. I exhaled... and immediately realized how unusually high-pitched that exhale sounded.

I felt everything much more acutely than usual when swapping bodies with girls—as if every cell of the skin had suddenly developed its own tiny heart, and now everything pulsed like a living map of sensitivity, sending electric jolts from the thin straps of the dress, from the cool air sliding over the sweat-dampened skin between the breasts, from the soft grass under the bare thighs. And yes, the breasts... Oh my God. These full, heavy, yet resiliently lively mounds didn't just hang under the neckline—they lived. I felt the fabric of the dress barely touching the nipples, each of which was much... no, MUCH more sensitive than one could ever imagine. Even a light breeze... affected them in such a way that a warm wave immediately ran through the body, starting from the nipples and intensifying the strange warmth between the legs, making me want to reach down there and...

No, I need to get back to my body. Otherwise... what otherwise?! It's even hard to think in this body. What did she take that's making her... me so trippy?

— Are you alright, miss? — a voice sounded, from somewhere far away and simultaneously nearby. It was a male voice, authoritative and at the same time... alluring? Probably alluring, it's so hard to think. I slowly raised my gaze upward, feeling a thin trickle of warmth slide between my legs, and couldn't understand—was it sweat, arousal, or remnants of some damn trip. In front of me stood... some giant, and he blocked out half the sky, as if his height was commanded not by genes, but by the Olympian gods in a bad mood. The police uniform stretched over his shoulders as if it was about to burst at the seams, and it seemed to me that the pulsating waves from my chest suddenly synchronized with the tense line of his jaw.

— Oh. My. God! — I uttered, feeling an incredible attraction and instinctively biting my lip, while my gaze involuntarily dropped lower to his waistline. I didn't even notice how I sat in such a way that my legs spread before him, revealing even more of the white lace panties, the sight of which and my swaying had drawn him over here.

I couldn’t tell where I ended and where this… trembling inside began. Something heavy and molten spread between my legs, like someone had poured hot honey down there—too hot to just ignore. My tits, those two wild, meaty pillows, were reacting—swelling, stiffening at the tips, and as soon as I leaned forward a bit, I felt the dress stretch over my nipples, pulling a shaky gasp out of me. The air around his figure shimmered like through the prism of an acid trip—his shape warped into rainbow streaks, then condensed into overgrown muscles that stole my breath, and his voice…

— Are you sure you’re alright? — his voice… fuck, that voice. It sounded like it came from inside my bones, my pelvis, my stomach. Like it wasn’t him speaking, but something inside me begging him to speak forever, to command, to order… to touch. I grabbed the burgundy handbag in panic, praying to find salvation. The remote was in there. It had to be. Please, please…

My fingers trembled, slid over the glossy leather, found the clasp. Everything felt like slow motion as I saw something round shoot out of the bag—plastic clicked on the ground—pills. A few white ones, one pink, one capsule the color of a sunset. They scattered in the grass, and I froze, watching them roll in slow-mo, like each one had its own gravity.

— What’s this? — his hand reached for the nearest pill, and I stayed frozen, watching his fingers—huge, veiny—pinch that tiny pink circle. His voice grew deeper, more commanding, sinking right into my gut, spreading a sticky heat. — Have you taken anything, miss?

‘No, it’s not me, it’s her body, her pills,’ — I wanted to scream, but instead let out a weird moan when our eyes met. His eyes… they shimmered like sunlight on water, and his face… his features softened, became perfectly feminine—big eyes, smooth skin, plump lips, those same big eyes begging for a kiss. He... she didn’t look like a threat anymore. She was… a goddess, with an insane pair of boobs barely held in by the police uniform. And I had to touch her.

— Wait… — the cop whispered, but I was already up—or rather, my body leapt at him, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing his neck. This wasn’t a cop—it was a goddess calling me, begging for kisses. In my eyes it was slow and tender, but in reality, I was clinging to him like some crazy chick, legs and arms wrapped around him, kissing his neck, his cheek, wherever I could reach. And when his hands grabbed my thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh so hard that pain mixed with pleasure, I moaned, feeling everything between my legs clench and pulse, demanding more.

— Stop! — either a rough masculine growl or a soft feminine “keep going” that blurred in my head into something even more seductive. He threw me to the ground, and as I fell, I caught a glimpse of the remote—it had been under my ass the whole time?! Oh God, I need to, I need to… My gaze flicked again toward the beautiful nymph who was no longer in uniform, but standing before me smiling, inviting me into her arms. Her tits, her hips. A straight-up sex goddess! And now she was pulling out handcuffs! Oh yeah, baby… oh yeah, take me.

— You are under arrest for sexual assault and possession of… — his voice faltered as my hand reached for his fly. I couldn’t stop. Every cell of this body was on fire, craving him, and the remote… the remote could wait?! I was crying, laughing, scratching at his chest while he twisted my arms behind my back, the cold metal locking around my wrists. Fuck, this isn’t real! I need to stop.

— This isn’t mine! Let me go! — I screamed, but he was already lifting me up, pulling me in so close I could feel his breath on my lips.

— You can explain that at the station, — he hissed, and even the anger in his voice made me shiver with arousal.

And then he dragged me through the park, past faces blending into a single blur of color, and I thought this would all be over soon. The important thing was, I knew where the remote was, and now it would all end quickly and I’d go back, grab the remote…