Traits R Us

Jack admired his buff reflection in the bedroom mirror.

“Oh yeah,” he said, flexing, winking at himself.

The Traits R Us notification chimed on his phone. Annoyed, Jack picked it up and read…

Mr. Jack Henderson,
Your payment for your “Beach Bod” is six months over due. In compliance with our company policy, your changes will be revoked and you will be charged an additional two thousand dollar fee. All changes and fees can be averted if you volunteer for a random trait swap with the help of one of our customer service representatives.

“Changes revoked? Two thousand bucks? That’s bullshit,” Jack angrily hit the CALL SERVICE REP on his phone and waited.

“Traits R Us, this is Trina, how can I help you today, Mr. Henderson,” a cheerful young voice asked on the other line.

“Yeah, what’s this thing about NOT giving up my changes and avoiding getting charged more money? Cancelling it with a ‘random trait swap’,” Jack asked while flexing his six pack abs.

“My screen shows that you’ve been late with your payments for over half a year, Mr. Henderson. We can wipe away the debt if you volunteer for a random trait swap with one of our customers. If not, I’m obligated to take back your “Beach Bod” if you can’t pay…“

“No, wait,” Jack said quickly. Ever since he had gotten this body, he was a knockout with the ladies. Unfortunately, he couldn’t afford Traits R Us’ unreasonable prices. No way he was going back to his old shrimpy body. He’d have to swap.

“I’ll swap,” he said dreading the worst.

“Excellent choice, sir,” said Trina. Jack could hear rapid typing on a keyboard.

“So, do I get to choose,” he asked lamely.

“The current selection I have is a client who wants to swap out her femininity with masculinity. Please hold.”

“Wait, swap ‘femininity’?”

A small jolt of electricity shot out of Jack’s phone and quickly rippled around and through his body.

“Whoa,” Jack whispered. He felt light headed.

“Hey, what kinda of service is this,” he barked into the phone but he was met with a dial tone.

Jack looked at his reflection in the mirror and did a double take. To his horror, his muscle beach body began to shrink and deflate right before his eyes.

His large muscles began to lose their rock hard definition. He brought up an arm and gave his usual bicep curl. The boulder of a muscle he was used to was now skinny with only the smallest bulge.

Unseen forces began to compress his body. His legs shortened and his body mass decreased. Hairy hands and feet turned smooth and dainty. His face shrunk and morphed into more womanly cute than ruggedly handsome.

“I didn’t sign up for this,” he cried and grabbed at his evaporating dick and balls. He clutched onto the large package but it pulled away from him like an opposing magnet, shrinking and melting until an open wetness formed between his legs.

He looked back at his reflection and gasped. He didn’t recognize the slim, curvy woman before him but he knew it was him when he brought her hand to her breast. The new sensations sent chills through his body.

Jack’s phone chimed again. He knew who it was from:

Congrats, Jack! You are debt free. Enjoy your new female beach bod!