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An expanded Wilko sees more trait swapping madness.
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Chapter #5

...Before she carpools with them both and David.

    by: Unknown
"...as a feminist, I feel like the war on gender discrimination is far from over, both in normal society and in the workplace."

Nat sighed wistfully, her mind trapped in thought as her black varnished nails skillfully swivelled the steering wheel towards the left, in turn manoeuvring the clunky Ford Fiesta she and Allie both shared around a bend and onto a relatively quiet side-road.

Today she'd opted for a simple outfit; nothing too flashy was required today at the salon, hence the teal blouse blanketing her slight torso with the billowing sleeves and the high midriff. On her neck was a trendy little Maori-inspired bead necklace, with a trio of jade rings strung atop it and a replica shark's tooth lolling around above her breast. A pair of apple-bottom jeans, stained a neat baby blue with vociferous rips slashed on and around the kneecaps, swathed her manly lower half, adding a much desired definition to her shapeless backside that wouldn't have otherwise existed.

"But," Nat continued, "As the world is right now, it'd be impossible to give more opportunities to traditional women when there are millions, no, billions of similarly disadvantaged men and young boys out there, wishing for the same opportunities and rights as we once campaigned for, and are still campaigning for today."

She briefly turned to her passenger sighed, expecting a response from Allie (who had the misfortune of being caught red-handed browsing through her phone instead of listening while her wife spoke to her).

"Y-Yeah," Allie replied meekly, her cheeks flushing as she tucked her phone back into her lap, "T-That's so true, babe."

Allie shot Nat an apologetic smile. Unlike Nat, Allie wasn't allowed the same sense of self expression at the hardware store she was employed at. Though Allie'd never been much of a fan of looking, quote unquote, 'womanly' before her change, it'd become a daily ritual for her to dress as effeminately as she possibly could in spite of her glaring physical masculinity, an ironic sort of rebellion that only seemed funny to her.

As a result, in addition to her face being meticulously touched up- with a near excess of blush, bronzer and deep red lippie- she'd gone out of her way. Of course, within the Wilko employee dress code there was little leeway in terms of what choices she had available. Still, Allie found little ways to subtly have her way nonetheless.

On her chest sat a red Wilko blouse, loose at the bottom but obstinately tight to her toned pecs. Beneath that sat a skirt, much too short, that held powerful, unshaved calves that led to uber-feminine (though, admittedly, somewhat dangerous in her line of work) four-inch gladiator stilettos, which weren't too uncommon to find on the feet of a lot of women (and men) post the onset of REV. Not to mention the silver rings- of different size, shape and purpose (with the crown jewel, barring her wedding ring, being an eerie skull with rhinestone eyes)- adorning her coppery fingers.

Unisex clothing had quickly become a necessity for all clothing outlets, with all manner of clothing options becoming available in male and female sizes. You needed a bra for your man-tits? Talk to an employee inside your local M&S and you're good to go. Panties with a cock-cubby? Check aisle four, you want it, it's provided. You want jeggings? Well, er...no-one had those.

Nat groaned but didn't seem too perturbed as she turned to face the road again.

"Bloody hell," she muttered, "You can't listen to me talk without getting bored for five minutes, Allie?"

It's not just her, Sabine sighed mentally as she pressed her ear further into the glass window beside her. She too was bored, more so in fact.

It was Allie's and Nat's fault. They'd practically left Sabine deserted on an island in the backseat, leaving her with David as her only company. To be fair, they were both probably as equally stranded as the other, forced to exchange awkward niceties between themselves lest they'd sully the politeness of Nat to allow them to pool in with her.

Sabine sighed outwardly, her face drooping and her lips pouting as blood-red hair wilted onto her eyes. Today she'd decided to mix it up a bit, wearing a loose top with a medium-length lacy plaid skirt above dark lace tights, as well as a short puffer jacket and a pair of high lace-up shoes with a modest heels. Other assorted accessories included a narrow belt, a bulky choker with thumb-thick spikes, and a bat ring with a mood crystal embedded inside.

She'd managed to avoid much conversation with David so far by plugging her earphones in. Though she genuinely did enjoy the discordant drum solos and the screeching vocals of the much-exuberant, female-voiced frontman, Sabine made sure to put just a little more oomph than necessary when nodding her head to the German punk rock blasting through her ears.

"S-Sorry," Allie mumbled, "It's just PumpProteins have cut down the price of all their protein powders by fifty percent..."

Sabine's listening was suddenly interrupted by a gentle tapping on her shoulder. She turned around and immediately had to bite her bottom lip, that's how close she was to exploding into a fit of giggles.

David was looking cute, as always, wearing a custom-made Wilko blouse and black leggings, with cute little booties that swung back and forth off the chair, his legs much too short to even reach the car floor.

"So..." he aked, rubbing his scalp nervously, "...How's...everything?"

"G-Good," Sabine squeaked, her cheeks already swelling with barely restrained laughter. "I'm, er...enjoying myself."

"Nice...nice, yeah." A silence settled once more. "S-So, how's...how's England treating you?" "

"It's..." Sabine mulled it over in her head, "...Cold."

"Yeah, that's definitely true." David chuckled knowingly. "God, the first day I came here it was awful. Almost froze my balls off, that's how freezing it was." His chuckles turned sour all of a sudden, but he shrugged it off nonchalantly. "Sounds like a good day in retrospect, seeing as I actually had balls to complain about."

Sabine let out a light giggle, still not sure if it would be weird to openly laugh at David's expense.

"Oh, you don't believe me?" David kicked the driver's chair from behind. "Nat, tell her how big my balls used to be!"

"F*cking massive, Sabine," Nat giggled, rolling her eyes & nodding her head in agreement. "Like f*cking watermelons."

"More like chickpeas..." Allie muttered.

"Honestly, it's hard to imagine any of you guys not looking how you do today," Sabine said honestly. "Like...it's impossible for me to imagine a world where Allie didn't look like a testosterone fuelled, steroid junkie with a mammoth d*ck stuffed into her poor little skirt."

"F*ck off, Sabine," Allie retorted, giving Sabine the finger for good measure, "And, for your information, I work the f*ck out of this damn skirt, and you can't tell me otherwise."

"Don't worry about her," David whispered a tad too loud. "She was delusional even before she got swapped, so..."

"I heard that!"

"Yeah, I know." He chuckled. "Anyways, I hope these two aren't making you feel uncomfortable in any way."

"No, no they could never," Sabine said. "They've been so hospitable to me since I came down from Frankfurt. They're like the two gay mothers I always wished I had growing up."

"Aw..." Nat cooed.

"...If the two mothers had penises and couldn't resist the temptation to constantly have sex right in front of me."

"...Oh." Nat harrumphed, only half-seriously. "Could've left that last bit out, just saying..."

"Stop talking the poor girl's ear off, David," Allie spat, a bit annoyed at the personal jabs coming her way. "She's not known you long enough to know you bullsh*t your way through every conversation."

"Hey, f*ck you, I'm perfectly adequate at holding interesting conversation."

Allie sneered. "Like how you're perfectly adequate at 'filching' too."

David's face drooped. Sabine raised an eyebrow in turn.

"'Filch'?"

"It's slang for stealing traits," Nat explained. "When the majority of us Changed purposefully don't take our Stoppers- y'know, the blue drugs that temporarily prevent us from losing or gaining any unwanted traits due to REV- after a day or two, the viral particles in our systems get stimulated, and start multiplying, and yadda-yadda-yadda..."

"...Badda-bing, badda-boom, and bam!" Allie emphasised with explosive finger gestures. "You've made yourself the prime target for any potential swapping candidates. Sh*t, only thing left is to go to some type of large gathering and cross your fingers that you get something good."

"...Which David unfortunately hasn't experienced yet." Nat caught a pouting David in the rear mirror. "Sorry."

"I've no idea what the f*ck's wrong with me," David sighed. "I've not taken a Stopper in...at least a month?"

"Didn't they say that REV worked at a reduced rate in those with bodies aged eighteen and below?" Nat shrugged sympathetically. "Sorry to say, bud, but you might be waiting a while longer to get anything substantial."

"I hope not," David said, "Jess says she'll stay with me no matter what but eventually you've just got to wonder if you're doing her more harm than good keeping her on a leash like this."

Sabine patted his back. "It'll get better soon."

David shrugged. "Yeah..."

"I hope so too, Sabine," Allie agreed. "Jess's ass is way too fine to stay unpegged for too long."

Allie giggled until Nat punched her on the arm.

"Ow!" Allie yelped. "I'm just saying!"

Nat kissed her teeth. "Sometimes I wonder if that gigantic body of yours is siphoning all the blood meant for your brain."

"Nah, that's not it." Allie grinned. "It just all goes to my d*ck when I think of you."

Nat's cheeks flushed.

"Let's just all stay quiet until we get to the plaza, huh?"
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