L is for Lucky (Patreon)

When the switch happened some where lucky, others not so lucky. We were all instructed to snap a selfie and send it on a government app so we could all try to identify who we were now. They said to post a picture of whatever the body was up to when you got it, or what you thought the body’s fetish was and a hand gesture. A L like me meant lucky, some opted for an X, crossing both their hands, which meant they felt unlucky, others had to just show their hand which meant they didn't feel lucky or unlucky.

The intention was then to try and match everyone up which is why they wanted the images. They already knew they couldn't swap is back into our own bodies, they said they had unsuccessfully trailed it, bit they could repeat the swap with the entire population or just a select few, however, their intention was they wanted to now try to make sure everyone was happy. They said that people who thought they had been lucky in the swap would only be affected if there simply was no other swap possible.

The only issue with this attempt to make everyone happy was that no one was going to be safe and some people would be doing through their third body in the same number of weeks. The government also would not offer further help after this swap. So it meant if we weren't happy now and still weren't happy we would be stuck like this with no official help. I'm sure there would be black markets and such though.

My pic, it showed was ‘lucky’ because I had landed in a younger body than my original and I was happy with the way I looked, more than happy. However, my face showed a little disgust! I had landed in a body of a guy with a foot fetish. He loved sucking on guys toes, licking their soles and sneakers. That's what he was doing when I arrived in his body. Naturally I carried on for a few moments before I realised what was happening but the guy I was doing it too didn't like it and left.

In the next moment I received a text. It was a picture message. I looked at the time, it was the time the government had said it would be sending the second body swap pulse. I knew exactly what it meant. I was being transferred. The pic was of a tattoed guy showing his hand. No l, no crossed hands. The message said I had 30 seconds to deny the request and I was tempted to deny it, but the picture looked amazing. Moments later I felt the pulse hit my current body and I felt the pains.

The pain soon dissipated and I was lay in bed in my new hunk of a body.

Wow, I'm really pleased I didn't deny the swap. I wonder if my last body will come and worship my new body?