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Trudy realised it was finally time to do something. She'd been through her whole wardrobe, and none of her shirts fitted anymore. She'd tried time and again to commit to a diet, but it wasn't working. She sat, chewing on a left over McDonalds burger, and realised it was time to take the plunge

She'd looked into the swap clinic before, but it was rare for people to want to take on her kind of weight without giving something back, or demanding money she didn't have. Which is why she was on one of the dodgy illegal sites - no returns, what you see if what you get, and the tech they used would lock you out of using official swap clinics in future.

She posted her pics, and was surprised to get a response within the hour. "xxRosexx" had sent her a message, and attached pictures

Trudy loved how in shape the body looked, but wasn't sure about losing all her curves... but to be that thin... she asked if they could talk. She received a videocall, and a shy, cute voice said

"Um, yes, this is Rose."

Trudy was relieved, she just wanted to check she wasn't being cat fished, but seeing her slim arms and adorable face on vid, she was convinced fully

"Hey Rose, this is Trudy, I just... needed to be sure, you know?"

She was met with an adorable giggle in response 

"Yeah I get it, so you ready to swap?" 

Trudy gulped, nodded, and hung up the call. She entered all the details on the site, she took a moment to say goodbye to her tits and ass, even her belly, and prepared for the swap. The idea of going from being so large to so petite was getting her hot and bothered. 

That feeling continued as her vision blurred, and suddenly she was in a different room. She felt so light, but was a bit confused. This girl must have a massive clit cos her arousal was causing a feeling of friction against her shorts. She finally got more orientated, and the feeling got more defined. She realised that wasn't a clit at all

But... but this didn't make any sense. Her crotch was flat in the pictures... wasn't it? And... and the voice. 

"What the fuck" She said, and gasped, clutching at her throat. Not the cute, shy voice she'd heard on video, but a deep bassy male tone. She felt tears forming, looked down at her new phone. The icon for the app that had been used for a video call, and right next to it, "Voice Changer App"

She was struggling to come to terms with her mistake when she received a message

"Thanks for the pussy you dumb bitch", and then notification she'd been blocked

Trudy couldn't believe it, she should've known something was off, but she was so desperate to get out of her old body. She tentatively touched her new member, it seemed so large compared to the rest of her effeminate, slim body.

She tried to ignore it, hope she'd wake up from this nightmare, but as she shifted on her new bed, she felt it grind against her shorts. She knew the best way to get rid of it, she'd had boyfriends before she'd started piling on the weight. 

She cringed as she involuntarily grunted, she hated the feeling of this cock being attached to her, she hated the pleasure her slow clumsy masturbation with unfamiliar hands was giving her. She finally climaxed, not remembering to grab any clean up tools, instead just shooting thick ropes of jizz over her new bed. And then washed over with a new feeling, one men had described but she'd never felt, the post masturbation shame and malaise. 

She was too overwhelmed to do anything, she simply laid down for a while. Eventually she decided to check her new life. The collection of wigs and clothes should've told her the answer, but she did present fully female on social media at least. But it didn't help her. She didn't want to deal with hard ons, or where to put her new cock. She decided to shower and freshen up. She did her best to ignore her crotch, tried to pretend her slim, pale limbs were actually female. 

But when she got out of the shower and tried on new clothes, there was no denying it again. She grabbed the only underwear she could find on short notice, but the feeling of it's light cloth against her crotch sent new, unpleasant arousal rippling through her

Trudy refused to address it. Refused to believe it was real. She crawled into bed, exhausted from the day, and fell asleep.

The next day, she decided to simply go on the illegal site again, to swap out. Someone must want a body like this, she reasoned. To her horror, the site was gone. In it's place, a notification from the authorities

"NON-AUTHORISED SWAPPING ACTIVITY DETECTED

WEBSITE REMOVED AS ALLOWED UNDER SWAPPING ACT OF 2021"

She was stuck.

After the initial shock wore off, she realised she had to deal with it. This was her now. She had to get used to it.

She would try to find new ways of dressing herself up, of ignoring the foreign object in her crotch, with some higher successes than other. For some reason the combination of shame and completely new sensory input was making it... react

She soon realised skirts were completely out for her for now

And settled eventually on holding it back as much as she could with help of fishnets

She was relieved to find she worked from home, and wasn't required to use a webcam or come into the office. She was still struggling to dress herself.

But as the days went on, and the... thing... in between her legs demanded more and more attention, she realised self pleasure wasn't enough. She needed to... put it places... The thought made her flush with shame, and excitement. 

And so now she was doing her best to angle herself, to look as cute as possible, and find someone willing to help her out, hoping that as much as she looked like a bottom, they'd let her top