Loving the upgraded me - Part 1 (Patreon)

After just coming back home, Rebekah stood in her bathroom while she ran her fingers through her soft, red hair again. She wasn’t even out of breath when she darted inside. She felt light and quick as her eyes became glued to the mirror. The reflection that stared back wasn’t the one she remembered from days ago. It was a new face, one that had high cheekbones, a narrow face, and dark doe-like eyes that made the spot between her firm breasts gush with excitement. They were smaller than her old ones, but she could tell that her boyfriend liked them when he picked her up.

She couldn’t believe how quickly she had been released. After all, she was apparently sedated for a week straight before being released. Of course, the Body Swap Shop was a renowned facility at this point, so she knew she was in good hands. There were nothing but good reviews about the place, and since she was the one mutually agreeing to the body swap, there weren’t any opportunities for any mess-ups.

The overall process was a phenomenon that took the world by storm. Located in select cities, these places offered what many thought impossible. It was originally made to help people switch to their preferred sex, but it became a way for people unhappy with their physical bodies. For a nominal fee and paperwork, one could change a person's body for another. For some, it was about experiencing a new life – there were temporary options available with temporary catalogs to look through. For others, it was escaping from a life they never liked. 

Sadly, Rebekah fell into this category. She had always been self-conscious. Even as a child, she’d hide from cameras, skip pool parties, and opt for clothes that covered her up. The weight of her own dissatisfaction seemed to always hold her back. It wasn't just about looks either. It was about how she felt inside that body. She felt trapped, unhappy, and yearned for a change. She constantly tried to lose weight, but it was never enough for her.

Rebekah’s boyfriend, Bruce, had been her rock from the very beginning. He always saw past her body, looking deep into her soul whenever he was with her. He’d tell her every day how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. But love didn’t fix how she felt about herself. She yearned for change, a desire so strong that it seemed to consume her from the inside.

She spent nights researching, reading testimonials, and even speaking to those who had swapped. Bruce, noticing her obsession, grew worried. But when he saw just how sad she was about herself, he couldn't bear it. He wanted Rebekah to be happy. And if this was the way, then so be it. They made the decision together, pooling in their savings and even taking out a loan. The deposit was hefty to get the machine ready since it was so resource intensive. 

But to them, Rebekah’s happiness was worth every penny. Of course, while this was something she desperately wanted after finally picking out her future body, it didn’t make things less stressful. The day at the body swap shop was actually overwhelming since the girl agreeing to switch bodies with her could revoke her willingness to swap at any time. Thankfully, for whatever reason, the girl named “Kyra” wanted her body for some reason. She signed all the necessary paperwork so they could swap bodies (but not swap names).

Rebekah remembered the rest of the process well. Bright lights, rows of pods, and a heavy air of anticipation all weighed down on her. Rebekah was asked to fill out even more forms, understand the risks, and make her choice. Then, she was led into a pod, where she'd undergo the swap with wires sticking into her neck and head.

Emerging from it was like waking from a dream. Every sensation felt new and different as something squeezed and pulled at the center of her head. And now, days later, she stood in her bathroom, taking in every inch of her new self.

The door creaked open, and there stood Bruce. He looked at her, his eyes filled with the same emotion he always had. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into his touch and watched him kiss her cheek. “You’re faster than me in this body,” he said softly. “You ran up the stairs faster than I could catch up.”

She giggled. “Sorry, I just wanted to see myself again. In my own mirror.” She ran her hands along his strong, masculine hands. She was feeling secure and loved, but she was also feeling a little excited about trying her new body out. She pushed her hands away, turned around, and planted a timid kiss on his lips. “Here, come with me…”