This choice: paper, you get to be swapped. • Go Back... "Awww, best two out of three?" Whines Erica.
You fist pump and make a little victory dance. "Fair is fair, sis!"
Walking into the men's washroom, you check that nobody else is inside before giving your older sister an all-clear signal. She follows you into one of the stalls and takes out a length of rope from your backpack. You sit down while she ties together your wrists and ankles, and ties your body and legs to the toilet.
"Can you tell me the plan again, sis?" You ask, trying to struggle out of the restraints once Erica finishes with each section. Quietly and, again, ensuring nobody else is in the washroom, she begins:
"Okay, so... When I swap you into one of the banker's bodies, I'm giving you one hour to get to the bank, send a wire from my company's accounts, and make off with as much cash and monetary instruments as you can. You know -- cashier's checks, traveler's checks, money orders, and so on. You brought the other items we need, right?"
You nod. Included in your backpack is a black garbage bag, a scrap of paper with the account numbers and routing number of the business she works at, and a Metro card. You're thankful that Erica used to work at a bank in high school; she seems to know a lot about this sort of thing.
"Why am I sending the money electronically from your company's account? Why not straight from the bank?" You ask.
"Because it's much safer if there's no paper trail leading directly to us." Explains Erica. "My company regularly makes deposits and withdrawals in millions at the bank. It also has a line of credit with the bank. Just tap into that line of credit, disburse the money through a dummy account I have already created in the Cayman Islands, and it will transfer from there into my actual deposit account here at home. The process is automatic once you send the international wire."
"Can we really get all this done in an hour? We could get into a lot of trouble if we get caught, sis." You mumble quietly.
"You're the one who wanted to swap!" She replies tersely, then continues. "Once you have the cash and leave the bank, take the metro to get back to our house and toss the bag over the fence. Then get back on the metro and get as far away as you can. Change lines too... if you have enough time. That way, when I swap you back, the banker will have no idea where you went or what you did. The metro card will have a record of where you stopped at, which is why you need to destroy it when you get back on. You understand everything you need to do?"
You nod again.
"Good, no more talking." Whispers Erica, pouring some of the water into the golden bowl and giving you a drink. Then, she tears off a chunk of duct tape and presses it over your mouth tightly. You know it's going to hurt like hell to tear it off again, but it was a small price to pay for a successful heist!
Erica looks you over once more to ensure you're tied down. She puts the water bottle and golden bowl back into the backpack and zips it up. Another man comes into the washroom and uses the urinal, so she has to wait silently for him to finish and leave before she leaves as well.
A few minutes pass while you silently wonder where your sister is and who she might find to swap with you.
That's when you realize the first (and hopefully ONLY) crack in the plan. The stall door can only be locked from the inside... but with you tied up like this, you can't slide the lock! Fuck! You breathe heavily through your nose. The door is closed, but if anyone barges in on you besides Erica, things could get complicated. Hopefully it won't take her long to find a suitab
"Come on, drink it already!!!" A familiar voice mutters.
"Mmffff..."
You feel yourself choking and spluttering on liquid running down your throat.
Someone's hand is on your neck, pressing you against a hard counter top. You feel smaller and weaker. Long, brown hair is splayed over your eyes and face. Besides the contents of the golden bowl emptying itself into your mouth, you see bright, white linoleum lighting above. You feel yourself tottering unsteadily on heels and it's all you can do to stop from falling over, buttressed as you were against the counter top.
Your vision clears and Erica takes the bowl away from your face. Eyeing you curiously.
"John? Is that you in there?" She asks.
You cough again and wipe your mouth. Brushing strands of hair out of your face, you notice Erica standing opposite you in what looks like the women's washroom. She's taller than you now. She looks a little flustered.
"Yeah, it's me." You say, hearing a lilting, sugary voice coming out of your mouth. Erica's complexion changes to one of relief. She sighs, "Whew. That woman really put up a fight. Good thing it worked. Why don't you take a look at yourself, bro?"
You look down and are greeted by two ENORMOUS breasts ballooning out of YOUR chest. They are even bigger than Erica's, and constrained by a revealing white blouse. The woman whose body you possessed is also wearing a white suit jacket with gray pinstripes; a darker gray pencil skirt, 4-inch patent pumps, and (you could feel) a tiny thong stretched tight over your new luscious ass. A badge on her jacket reads Laura -- Teller.
But it is her pendulous boobs that draw your attention first and foremost. Grabbing the melon-sized orbs and feeling the bra cups supporting them on your chest. Feeling the sensitive nubs of her nipples as you circle your new, petite hands over them.
"There's no way these are natural..." You mumble in awe.
"We don't have time to find out!" Erica says. She gives you the account information scrawled on paper, the Metro card, and garbage bag from the backpack, which you place in her purse lying on the washroom sink counter top.
That is when you see yourself in the mirror for the first time. In the body of a complete bombshell. A Latina in her late 20s by the looks of it. A vixen with the God-given (or surgeon-given) power to pop boners in any man she passes by. http://i.imgur.com/gSihOfN.png
"Her name is Laura Delgado. I recognize her as one of the tellers at the bank right next to this coffee shop." Mentions Erica. You inform her that the stall door leading back to your old body is unlocked, which she agrees is a risk worth keeping tabs on.
She pours you one more drink from the golden bowl before placing it into the backpack. As you drink, she adds, "Remember bro: One hour. Don't call me or try to contact me in any way until then, or else it will look suspicious."
"Roger that!" You nod, mincing out of the washroom first. Needing to hold onto the walls occasionally to avoid falling over! Damn, how do women walk in heels these big?? You think to yourself... even though you do appreciate the extra few inches in height they give your new, smaller frame.
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