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by Killaz Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #1848970
One day 90% of the population swaps bodies including you.
This choice: Brazil  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Brazil

    by: Mr. George Author IconMail Icon
The Sun dazzles you, blinding you to your surroundings. But the screams are the same and not too. Squinting, you can make out that there's people charging about all around you. Someone seems to have knocked you to the ground in the melee. Or, maybe you just fell. The heat's incredible too. The ground is almost burning hot. It takes you a moment to allow it to run through your fingers. Holding it up to your face, you confirm that it's sand.

With that piece of information, it's easier to pick out the noise of the seagulls as confirmation. Sitting up, you feel the towel shift beneath you. At least, you assume it's your towel... It feels like a towel. Even as the sensations still jar. Shielding your eyes with an outstretched hand, you can spot the sea. Again the glare ripples and makes your vision dance.

Standing up, you feel the odd wrongness tickle your senses. You feel like a mile of skin is exposed, as you bake in the heat. Turning your back to the Sun, allows you the final confirmation of what you dreaded. The niggling wrongness just adding up to one conclusion.

You're sunbathing, but the part the jars is that you're wearing a bikini and it fits your new body!

It's very Brazilian in its design. Barely three tiny patches of cloth to cover the least flesh possible just secured together by the brightest yellow thongs to make what must be recognised as clothes (at least legally). However, it's like nothing you've ever worn before.

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As the panic grips you too. You fight the urge to attempt to flee. This woman... you (now) must have something nearby that says who you are... At least you hope so. You spot a tiny purse beside the towel, and a cutesy mobile phone there too.

You never realised how impractical womens clothes were before. Already feeling exposed and vulnerable like never before, it's the pockets you miss. Well, that and not having an ass that belongs on a damned horse!
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