Chapter 2

I was pinned against the wall as Jasmine started kissing my neck. She was firmly in control and deliberate with her actions. I came to the conclusion that she knew exactly what she was doing to me. My back arched as I moaned her name, “Jasmine.” 

I wanted this so badly. Ever since Morgan made me fantasize about the two of them being intimate, my arousal has been steadily growing. Now that I was Morgan, and what was originally just a fantasy was about to become reality, I could barely contain it. I could feel a smoldering heat all over my borrowed body and it was getting hotter.

My breathing was becoming more rapid and shallow as we kissed. Jasmine noticed my heightened arousal and took my hand, leading me through the darkened apartment. I could barely make out anything, but the ambient light from the windows provided enough illumination to allow me to see the bed that we were now standing next to. She gave me a playful shove backwards onto the bed and I found myself looking up at her.

“I…,” I moaned. “I’m a…virgin.”

Jasmine let out a cute chuckle. “Oh, girl, not in that body!”

“Oh, fuck,” I said as she pounced on top of me.

I’d never had sex as a man. I’d never had sex with a woman. My only frame of reference was sex education back in 6th grade - and porn websites. The idea that this body was going to lead me through my first lesbian sex experience was both comforting and exhilarating.

Jasmine reached into my dress and gently pulled one of my breasts free from the bra. The cool air instantly made my nipple erect. It sent a very welcome shiver through my body. I was jealous because I hadn’t even yet seen my own breasts but Jasmine was looking right at one. Any more thoughts on the matter were cut short when she started tracing my nipple with her tongue and it sent more electricity through my body.

This has got to be a dream right? There’s no way this is happening to me. I’m going to wake up in my own bed in a few moments, I just know it.

As she started suckling on my tit, a wave of ecstasy rippled through my body. I never knew that was an erogenous zone.

We shared a moment of eye contact. Her needy eyes twinkled in whatever ambient light was in the room. Just that look in her eyes was making me quiver.

I bit my lip as she worked her magic. Without thinking, I uncovered my other breast and began squeezing and rolling the rock-hard nipple. 

Jasmine noticed and moved over so she could suck on my other nipple. Sucking turned into nibbling.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands now, but I found that I wanted to caress her. To hold her. So, I started running one hand up and down her waist and back, and the other one to cradle her head, running fingers through her hair.

I felt her hands slip under my dress and in between my thighs. My legs naturally spread apart to welcome them. At this point, my dress and bra were bunched up around my midsection, so I grabbed the dress and pulled it over my head. I then in one fluid motion reached around and expertly unclipped the bra, a skill that would’ve been foreign to Daniel, but felt as automatic as breathing to me in Morgan’s body.

I laid on the bed in only my panties with my legs spread open waiting for my lover. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I reminded Jasmine. Granted, so far she was doing all of the work.

“You’re doing great, Kitten,” she said to me. My new pet name made me even hungrier. “Let your body do the leading. You’ll know what to do.” She then slowly started rubbing her fingers up my inner thigh, stopping short of my panties. 

When she stopped I let out an involuntary whimper. I cupped my mouth, embarrassed I made such a sound.

Her hands went to my upper thighs and grabbed at the waistband of my panties.

My back automatically arched, lifting my ass in the air as she slowly pulled my panties off. I could feel the wet fabric cling to my pussy with my sticky juices as she slowly peeled it off. 

For a split second I felt self-conscious about how wet I was, but I remembered I’m her girlfriend and she knows what turns me on. She’s done this before, and so has this body. That gave me a burst of confidence as I smiled and opened my legs wide like I would a set of double doors. Come inside, lover.

It occurred to me again that only a few hours ago, I was Daniel, a loner who was only imagining Morgan and Jasmine having sex. Now, I am Morgan living out that fantasy. It’s not quite what I dreamt up… no, it was far better!

She slowly crept closer to my sex and I could feel her hot breath mere inches away. Her hands slid further up my thighs. She finally gave my sex a kiss. I didn’t know the terms - I didn’t know my own anatomy. It felt like the tip of my penis - but it wasn’t. It was my… my… was it my clit?

As she pulled the folds away I felt her tongue trace it like she did with my nipples. I jumped from the sensation. Oh, yeah, that was my clit. She was suckling at my clit. This is unbelievable! I have a clit, and my girlfriend is sucking it.

Every touch was like a crash course in my anatomy, as I suddenly knew what she was doing and where. Synapses in my brain were lighting up. It was like a computer when you plug new hardware in. “New hardware found, installing drivers.”

It was then I felt her finger caress my labia. Then it entered me and slipped right into my wet pussy. 

“Oh, God!” I moaned.

As she flicked my clit with her tongue, her finger continually thrust into me. I felt a building pressure as my body trembled. 

A second finger entered me and I gasped. I gripped the comforter on the bed and balled it into my fists. A barely-constrained moan escaped my mouth and I bit my own lip to prevent myself from screaming.

Her fingers sped up and so did my breathing. My mind was going blank and all I knew was I wanted more.

I looked down at her, and all I could see was her raven hair between my legs, her face buried in my pussy. My hand reached down and ran fingers through her hair, then pushed her head further into my needy sex. I could feel her smooth face against my thigh, her lips expertly lapping over my clit.

My body started to tense. I could feel a tsunami of pleasure building. My lips quivered. My legs shook. My toes curled. My mouth opened wide as I let out a primal scream, “Fuuuuck!”

She stopped to allow the wave of pleasure to wash over me.

I released her head and lay there panting and unable to move. Paralyzed from my first orgasm as a woman.

Jasmine stood up, pleased with her work. “How was your first time? Were you taking notes?” she asked coyly.

My legs still tingled and I struggled to catch my breath. “It… was… amazing. Will there be a quiz?”

“Absolutely,” she giggled as she climbed onto the bed beside me. “In fact, it’s right now.” She then hiked up her dress, slid down her own panties, tossed them aside, and splayed open her legs. “Don’t worry,” she assured me, “it’s open book.”

My mouth was agape at the sexy minx opening herself to me. A smirk formed on my face as I crawled closer to her. 

This was the first time I had seen a pussy up close. God, she had a beautiful one. Earlier in the night I wouldn’t have been able to find the clit, but now I felt like an expert as I reached over and parted her folds. It was there waiting for me, glistening in the faint light.

I teased her with my finger, sliding it up and down and making small circles around the clit. I could hear my lover start to breathe heavier. That is when I leaned over and repeated what she did for me. My tongue touched her warm clit and slowly played with it.

I ran my tongue up and down her folds, lapping up her sweet juices.

She wrapped her legs around me, squeezing me and pulling me further in. My nose grazed her clit as my tongue went deeper.

I buried my head into her pussy and licked her silky folds slowly in a rhythm.

Her thighs tightened and covered my ears. It was like a sensory deprivation chamber. I couldn’t see nor hear. My whole world was Jasmine’s pussy.

She was so wet and I let her juices pool onto my tongue as I drank from her.

Her body started to buck and she squeezed me tighter.

I wrapped my hands around her thighs to hold my position mounted to her pussy. I then sped up my tongue.

She shook and writhed and I could hear her muffled moans. Her moans were making me want more. “Oh, my God!” she moaned. Finally, I could feel her entire body tense up and freeze. “Fuck me, Morgan!”

When she called me Morgan I could feel my own sex quiver. I could feel her body go limp and I was finally able to pull away as I laid back against the wall. My hand automatically went to my own pussy and started rubbing. It was soaking wet. I looked at my lover. “Did I pass?”

“A-plus, girl, you nailed it,” she panted. She then removed her dress and her bra, before crawling over to me seductively. She dangled her bare breast just beyond my lips inviting me to take it.

I opened my mouth waiting to receive her. As she gently placed her nipple in my mouth I slowly took her in. I wrapped my arms around her, to bring her to sit on my lap.

Her wet cunt was on top of my clit and she started slowly grinding her pelvis into mine. 

She let out a moan as I continued to play with her nipple. I found my hips grinding into her as well. Our sticky folds mashing together was pushing me closer to the edge.

I let out a squeal as I came for a second time.

This time there was no chance to calm down. Jasmine got up, then tugged at my legs to pull me into a lying position. She turned around and backed over so we would be in a 69 position. 

Her pussy came back to my face and I eagerly accepted it. Now her juices were flowing right into my mouth as I lapped them up and played with her clit.

I felt one - two fingers enter me. “I want you to come with me,” she breathlessly moaned.

I wrapped my arms around her back, burying my face into her pussy again. I wanted her juices. I needed it. I was addicted.

As she did the same to me, I could feel a nibble on my folds and it sent electricity through my body. She kept thrusting her fingers into me. She was looking for something- she found it. A shock was sent through my body as she tickled what had to have been my G-spot.

“Yes, right there,” I cried.

Our bodies tensed up, but she didn’t stop thrusting into me - and I didn’t stop licking her. We both shook and trembled. I felt one wave, then another. Then another, before I was paralyzed again, and could no longer operate any part of my body.

I laid there panting as Jasmine climbed back around. 

She offered her fingers. 

I opened my mouth, and took both fingers in. I slowly cleaned them up, tasting my own juices for the first time.

Jasmine laid beside me and nuzzled her head into my neck.

My mind felt blank. I almost forgot what led me here. I almost forgot that I was Daniel, a virgin male. 

When my thoughts finally returned, I wondered if this was in the brochure for joining their exclusive club? Was this an initiation? I wanted to know more. Morgan was right. She couldn’t tell me. They could only show me. Now my eyes were truly opened. But why me? What could Daniel offer this group that they didn’t already have?

* * *

We laid there for at least twenty minutes in post-coital bliss. Our bodies glistened under sheens of sweat. Our breathing eventually returned to normal. I wanted to confirm how amazing that experience was, but she knew. I just hoped I performed well enough for her.

She got up out of bed and reached over to a dresser. I watched her open a drawer and in the faint light put a T-shirt and clean panties on. She then disappeared into another room in the apartment and came back with clothes for me.

“Thank you,” I said, as I slid on the clean panties, T-shirt and shorts.

She walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. 

I stood there awkwardly, not sure what I should do. After all, I’m in someone else’s apartment. In someone else’s body. In some weird way, I feel like Jasmine was showing me through her actions.

When she came out of the bathroom, I took her lead and used the bathroom as well. It was a good idea too because after all of that drinking and the sex, it was like a waterfall.

I next found Jasmine at the shared vanity. She turned on the light and it blinded me for a moment.

She started by taking off the necklace she was wearing. Then the earrings.

I did the same. Honestly, I had forgotten all about them during sex.

Next was washing off the makeup. She offered me wipes. There were two sinks, so I just took the hint and followed her lead.

Lastly, she picked up her toothbrush and applied toothpaste. She quietly pointed to another set, which must be mine. I picked it up and did the same.

We stood there in front of the mirror brushing our teeth. It was so mundane, but I loved every moment of it. It was so simple. It felt so right. Is that what it’s like to be in a relationship? I could totally get used to this life.

* * *

There was a knock at the door.

I groaned but didn’t get up. 

I was dreaming about that book I was reading, except I was the heroine. I had just got done battling a dragon when I saved the princess and made love to her.

I opened my eyes and realized I wasn’t in my dorm room. The events of last night came flooding back to the forefront of my mind. Which would explain where I was… and why I was being little-spooned by Jasmine. The memories gave me such a giddy smile.

Another knock at the door.

Jasmine groaned. “Tell him it’s too early.”

Him?

I lifted Jasmine's arm off me and climbed out of bed. Slowly I pattered barefoot through the apartment. One that I really didn’t know the layout to, but I remember being led through it last night, plus I had a good feeling my body remembers where the front door is.

Another knock.

I peered through the peephole only to see my original body standing there. Opening the door for him, I announced, “Jasmine said to tell you it’s too early.”

“Well, this body seems to be an early riser,” Daniel replied with a hint of annoyance. 

It was a curious thing seeing myself standing in the doorway. While he was dressed in my clothes, he was wearing a shirt I hadn’t worn in a while. In fairness, I was also wearing clothes I had not picked out.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “I thought you said this afternoon at the library.”

He chuckled. “Not so eager to swap back, are we? Sounds like someone had a good time.”

“No, I’m just confused, and not quite awake, yet.” That was a lie, and I’ll bet he could tell from my blushing cheeks the real reason.

He then held up a white paper bag and a paper coffee cup. “Then this will help. I brought you breakfast.”

He walked past me into the kitchen and helped himself to paper plates and napkins and sat down. 

Then Jasmine slowly walked into the room with us. “Good morning, Daniel,” she said to him. “Good morning, Morgan,” she said to me sensually as she came over and gave me a long passionate morning kiss. Memories from last night came rushing back and I was quickly swept away again.

Daniel cleared his throat. “I take it last night was… enjoyable?”

Jasmine broke off the kiss as I stood there dumbfounded and very giddy.

“She was amazing,” Jasmine gushed.

I blushed again. They’re talking about this so casually. I slept with Morgan’s girlfriend and she was bragging about it. Since Morgan set this up, I suppose I should give him the satisfaction of knowing. “It was… mind blowing.”

He smiled as he dug through the breakfast bag. He laid the plate in front of himself - a sausage breakfast sandwich with coffee. My usual.

“How did you know what I wanted for breakfast?” I asked.

“It was saved to your online order app,” he explained. “When you’ve been a body swapper for as long as we have, you learn tips and tricks. Context clues to help with adapting to the life of the body you’re in.”

“Oh,” I replied. I thought about that. He said “we” which implied Jasmine too was a body-swapper. I kinda assumed that, but this was the first time it was confirmed.

Jasmine then came over and gave Daniel the glowing green stone. Daniel took it, faced me, and held out his hand. “Are you ready?”

Honestly, no. But I sighed and nodded and grabbed his hand with the stone in it anyway.

Five seconds passed before the apartment kitchen spun around like last night at the nightclub. I held onto Daniel's hand tightly and grabbed the table with my other hand.

When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at the girl who I was for the past eight or so hours. I was Daniel again, and she was Morgan. The sensation again was unreal. I was now wide awake, and not as groggy. And I was hungry - the scent of my breakfast filled the air.

“Aw,” Morgan said, looking at my facial expression. “You look so sad.” She took her hand away and gave the stone back to Jasmine. She got up, walked to the stove and turned on the tea kettle. As I watched her saunter around the kitchen, in the T-shirt and cotton shorts I put on last night, I was amazed that less than a minute ago, that was my body.

“I’m not sad, it’s just early,” I lied again. 

“You don’t need to deny it,” she said. “We’ve all had our first time.”

“It was his first time in more ways than one,” Jasmine giggled.

I turned bright red. It was uncomfortable to talk about sex so casually.

Morgan’s mouth dropped. “I had no idea! Congrats, D!” 

I tried to change the subject. “What about the library today?”

“Oh, that’s still on,” she said, pulling a tea bag out of the cabinet. “If you still want to. I take from your expression just now that this is something you want. So I wanted to give you the rest of the morning to reflect on last night. Meet us at the library at 2 after you’ve properly reflected. This is a big deal and you need to be in your original body to make those decisions. We don’t want you thinking you’re under any undue influence from this body when you make that decision.”

I nodded. I sipped my coffee and opened my sandwich wrapper.

The three of us ate our breakfast. I was mostly silent. After all, I was Daniel again. I didn’t know what to say nor had the confidence to bring up anything. 

I was replaying the events of last night in my mind, when I chuckled out loud. Both Jasmine and Morgan looked at me, wondering what was suddenly so funny. I looked at Morgan and explained, “I was just thinking about when we met last night.”

“Go on,” she urged. “What about it?”

“Well, you came over to where I was sitting. And the way you all were acting. You seemed so hungry and then you were seductively trying to get me to join an exclusive club.”

“That’s funny?”

“Well, the way you were acting. It was almost as if - I mean - then you leaned in for what I thought was a bite on my neck. I thought you were vampires!”

Morgan had picked that moment to take a drink of her tea, and it came spurting out of her nose. Jasmine just burst out laughing. I handed Morgan a napkin so she could clean up.

“You certainly have a vivid imagination, Daniel,” Jasmine said. “But I admit we did come off kinda aggressive. And I could use a tan.”

Morgan finally stopped coughing long enough to add, “I am willing to bite, but you have to ask nicely.”

After a few more snickers, Jasmine and Morgan talked about people whose names I didn’t recognize. I noticed Jasmine had curled up on the couch, writing in a composition notebook.

When I was done eating I looked up at Morgan. “Thank you for breakfast.”

“You bought it,” she giggled and winked at me.

“Of course,” I chuckled. I wondered what else she bought while she was in my body. I should check my accounts when I get back to my dorm.

“I’m assuming I haven't showered yet, right?” she asked me, reaching up and feeling her bed head.

“Umm... no,'' I replied. “We just woke up.” I looked over at Jasmine, who only 20 minutes ago I was cuddling next to.

“OK, I’m going to shower. You should head back to your dorm and reflect. We’re going to be asking you some serious questions later.”

“OK,” I nodded again. “Did… I shower?”

Morgan smirked at me. “Of course.” She then got up and left me and Jasmine alone.

Jasmine put down her notebook, stood up, and stretched. God, she was beautiful. Then she walked over to the door to see me out. It was a little awkward. I didn’t know what to say to her.

“I… don’t know what to say,” I admitted.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jasmine replied.

“Last night. That was…”

“Amazing?”

“Yeah. Amazing.”

“I know,” she smiled. “It was for me too.”

I wanted to say I wanted to do it again. How do I ask that? We’re not in a real relationship. Hell, even if we were in a relationship, I wouldn’t know how to ask.

She then kissed me on the forehead. “You should head out, Daniel. We’ll see you later this afternoon.” Her friendly kiss on the forehead was like a bucket of cold water. A reminder that Jasmine didn’t have sex with Daniel last night - she had sex with Morgan. And I wasn’t Morgan anymore.

With that, I bid her goodbye, left their apartment, found my car, and headed back to my dorm. I had a lot to think about.

* * *

When I returned home everything was pretty much how I left it. My bed was made like how I usually make it. If I had Morgan’s muscle memory last night, that must mean Morgan had mine as well. I wonder what kind of skills she obtained while she was me.

The book I was reading was still sitting on my desk. Along with my own bookmark, there was another piece of paper sticking out from it. I opened the book to the bookmark. It was at the beginning of Chapter 4. Handwritten on the paper was a note. “D, you’re right, this is a good book.”

I propped open my door like I usually do and walked down the hall. Sal had his door open and I knocked on the door frame to announce my presence.

“Hey, Danny Boy!” he said looking up from watching TV. “What’s going on?”

“Hey,” I replied. “Was I acting out of the ordinary last night?”

“What? No,” he said, thinking back. “What’s up?”

“Just nothing,” I said. “I just…don’t remember much from last night.”

“We went to two clubs. You drove us there. You drove us home.”

I didn’t remember the second club. “Did I… drink?”

“A Coke, maybe,” he laughed. “You take being a designated driver very seriously. And we all appreciate it.”

I nodded.

“You OK, buddy?”

“I’m fine. I think maybe I’m just studying too hard.”

“You do study too hard. You should drink with us sometime. We could always find another DD.”

“Thanks, Sal, maybe towards the end of the semester,” I half-heartedly promised. “I’m a lightweight, and I usually fall asleep after one.”

Sal shrugged.

I actually wanted to tell him about my night - what really happened to me. Maybe I should go knock on Mike's door and brag that I did hook up with one of those girls. Of course neither of them would believe me. I wouldn’t believe me. “All right,” I said. “Thanks, I’m heading back.”

“Take it easy!”

I walked back to my room. I don’t know why I was concerned. But it would appear Morgan did nothing crazy with my body. I half expected her to start drinking, but she didn’t. She acted like me and no one was the wiser.

I considered that this was a test. She wanted me to see my room. She wanted me to go talk to my friends. She wanted me to know that body swapping was all about trust. She trusted me with her life last night, and she proved that I could trust her with mine.

I wondered about this exclusive club. How did it work? How often did they swap? How long did they swap for? What did they do during classes? And holidays? Did they swap for trips home? Could they fool each other’s families?

Then of course I had a nagging thought. How much of last night was me? There was a moment I felt like I was really Morgan. If a person remains swapped do they eventually lose their identity? I don't want that to happen to me… although last night provided enough temptation to wonder if losing “Daniel” was a bad thing.

* * *

I walked to the campus library. A place I only really went to when a professor said not to use Google and find real reference books.

As such, aside from the computer lab, the place was mostly empty. Plus, it was a Sunday afternoon. The 6th floor is mostly Special Collections, and even fewer students went up there. I found Morgan sitting by herself at a table near the microfilms.

“So,” she said, looking at me. “Have a seat. I’m sure you have questions. Ask away.”

I pulled out a chair and sat down across from her. “OK. Last night - how much of that was me? How much was you?”

“That was all you. The only thing that stays with the body is muscle memory. Repetitive tasks the body always does. An auto-pilot if you will.”

“So, I was still me?”

“Yup. There was no mind control at play.”

“But, I did things I never thought possible. I knew things I never knew as Daniel.”

“D, we role play. That’s all we do. All of that stuff you told us last night about living vicariously through fiction - through other people - that's why we knew you’d be a great fit. You just finally got the opportunity to do it in real life. And from what Jasmine told me, you did great. She showed you what to do, and you pulled from your own experiences - whether it was a book or movie or porn and you applied it using your body’s muscle memory.”

“But, in that moment, I believed I was you.”

“Congratulations, D! That’s awesome! You were living in the moment. You were immersed in the character you created. It takes us many tries to achieve that and you got it on the first try.”

“Wait - so I wasn’t Morgan?”

“No, you were Daniel playing who you thought Morgan was. You only talked to me for twenty minutes. You couldn’t possibly play the real Morgan in that short time. But in those twenty minutes, I was bold and flirtatious with you. I told you Jasmine was my girlfriend. When you became Morgan, you had that information and you extrapolated a character from there.”

“Wait - so Jasmine is…”

“Just my roommate.”

I was stunned at that revelation. “But… but I had sex with your roommate last night!”

“So have I. It wasn’t the first time.”

“OK, fine, so how would I know who the real Morgan is?”

“If you join the group, you’ll get to know who each of us are, so when you swap with them, you don’t have to guess and create a character in your head.”

Now my head was swirling. “So you guys only role play?”

“Yup.”

“And last night - I did all of that?”

“Yup.”

I sat back on my chair amazed. “Wow.”

“D, there was a reason I said you couldn’t be told. That you had to be shown. Our group is the ultimate playground for role players.”

“OK, how many people in the group?”

“We’re currently at five. If you join, six.”

I nodded. “Is there a minimum or maximum amount of time to be someone?”

“Minimum of an hour. That’s a limitation of the stone. There is no maximum.”

“Are there… um… rules about what we can and cannot do?”

“Absolutely. The body’s original owner sets the rules for that body’s life. You can change some things, but you have to live within those boundaries. You can of course ask the body’s original owner to amend or change those rules.”

I took that all in. She answered my biggest questions. “Those are all the questions I can think of right now.”

“So,” she said, coyly. “Are you in or out?”

“I’m in,” I said without hesitation.

“All right,” she said with a smile. “But not so fast. I now have a few questions for you. Questions we ask every new member.”

“OK. Go for it.”

“How was last night? Was there any dysphoria or dysmorphia?”

I knew those words - at least I think I did. “Umm… none that I can recall.”

“Did you get sick? Nauseous?”

“No.”

“Before last night,” she emphasized, “did you have any type of dysphoria or dysmorphia?”

“No.”

“So we’re clear - are there any concerns about being in a body that is not your own, not your gender, and that doesn’t match with your own self image?”

“Umm… No. Shouldn’t you have asked me that last night?”

“Even if I did ask, we needed that first swap to know for sure.”

I nodded. Being a woman for those 10 or so hours was strange at first, but I quickly felt at home in Morgan’s body. If I had been asked that question before the swap I wonder what I would’ve said.

“Are you bisexual?” she asked.

I paused. Sexuality. It was a question I hadn’t considered. I was straight. But I swapped with a lesbian. 

She noticed my concern. “You have more questions. You can still ask them.”

“So, is this group co-ed?”

“Yes, it is. Three women, two men, not including you.”

“I swapped with you last night - a lesbian, right? But what if you were straight?”

“That’s why I asked about your sexuality. Your attraction does not change. If you were attracted to women as Daniel, you would still be attracted to women as Morgan. But each of our bodies has an already established sexual identity- a character sheet if you will. Being bisexual just allows you to be comfortable in any body, male or female, straight or gay.”

“Is not being bi a deal-breaker?”

“No, not at all, not everyone in the group is bi. It just limits what you will be comfortable doing while you are swapped.”

“What if I find myself inside a straight girl?”

She giggled at me. “Abstain from sex with men, obviously. Same thing if you find yourself inside a gay guy. Or, you can take a walk on the wild side and experiment. Totally up to you. You are in control of whatever body you are in. You aren’t forced to do anything - but remember each body has rules.”

“So, do I get a choice who I swap with? Can I turn down a swap if I just don’t feel like it at the time?”

“Absolutely. Think of it like a part time job. We often take shifts and we trade with people.”

“And the swaps are inclusive?” I queried. “Only among the members?”

“First,” she reminded me, “that’s what makes it a secret group. And second, we would never initiate a swap on anyone outside the group without permission first from at least half of the group, and the outside person. Totally unethical, and it would violate our rules.”

“What about me?”

“We were out recruiting last night. The three of us agreed to give you a test drive. And you agreed to it.”

“How long have you been doing this? What is that stone?”

“Each of us joined at different times. The Guild itself is over 10 years old. Obviously the original members have since graduated. I actually don't know where they found the stone.”

I was curious how this all worked and the offer seemed too good to pass up. “Is that all the questions?”