As you eagerly peered over the hem of the woman’s shorts, it took a moment for you to fully parse what exactly you were seeing. Rather than the male genitalia that you expected the bulge to entail, or even any genitalia at all, a somewhat large, slightly curved nose poked out from the area where her pubic mound should be just beneath a well-kempt tuft of red pubic hair.
“Uh, that’s um—that’s not, uh,” you stammered out, trying to find the words to express your surprise without causing offense.
“Not quite what you were expecting?” she asked, audibly grinning. Not able to hold back anymore, she burst out laughing. “Bahahaha! I should probably have warned you first, but I couldn’t help myself. You should have seen the look on your face!”
“Hah, I bet,” you said while recovering from the initial shock. “Sorry, I knew that things could get a bit unusual here, but I guess I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. By the bulge I’d just assumed that… you know…”
“That I’d be packing some dick?”
“Yeah,” you said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry, you’re already the third person I’ve surprised like this today, and you took it way better than the first guy,” she reassured. “I don’t quite understand it, but from what I’ve seen, the clothes they gave us seem to be almost impossibly flattering. It makes the bulge down there look to be a bit more than it is. However, speaking of, your shorts are doing a lot less work than I expected. You’re looking pretty good!”
“Oh wow, thanks!”
“Yeah, you could definitely make some solid trades for that if you wanted.”
“Oh, huh. I hadn’t really considered that as an option yet,” you said, processing the potential implications, “I mean, I guess I, you know, knew that that was something that I could or might do while I’m here, but it wasn’t quite real yet. I’m still trying to take all of this in. But what about you? What’s your story down there?”
“Oh, I came here with a group of friends this morning. This is their whole grand opening of this facility, but my friend Ashley has been frequenting a fetish club that has made use of the tech for awhile now and brought us to check it out. She made similar trades with several of us for some party they’re throwing to celebrate the opening before we all split up to look around. We’re trading back before we all leave this evening.”
“You said several similar trades?” you asked in surprise.
“Ha! Yeah, she was pretty crazy looking before she went to the party, and there are a few other friends of mine off wandering around the clinic with some random bits between their legs. The scene’s a little bit too hardcore for my tastes and I wanted to see more of what this place had to offer. I thought I would be too shy to need it today anyway. However, after spending some time here, I’m kind of regretting it.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve only just gotten in, but everyone just seems so comfortable here in spite of the clothing and implications of what people are doing around us. I definitely didn’t expect to show my dick off to the first girl I talked to,” you said with a chuckle. “Though speaking of regretting it, I have to ask—is having a nose in your crotch not at least kind of unpleasant?”
“I was worried about that when Ashley first proposed it too, but the staff assured me that with the help of their tech, the body is surprisingly accommodating of strange trades like this. For instance, if you traded your hands for feet, you’d find the new feet-hands to be a bit more dexterous than they would be on the ends of your legs, though they still wouldn’t measure up to actual hands,” she explained.
“Huh, that’s good to know. Though what exactly does that mean in your case?”
“Oh, it’s pretty interesting actually. I can’t really smell all that much through it—especially not myself, thankfully—but it’s a bit more sensitive to touch than I expected. It’s closer to like, a nipple. I don’t know if I could actually cum from the stimulation or even at all now that I think about it, but it feels surprisingly nice to run my fingers along. The technician that did the trade said he’d seen a similar one before and heard that the person found it to be really sensitive to, like, musk and pheromones and stuff. I haven’t really had the chance to find out for myself yet though.”
“Wow, there’s even more to this than the lady at the front counter explained.”
“Yeah, but at least a lot of it is covered in the info packets and forms that they gave you when you got in,” she said.
“Oh, I kind of just skimmed those. I was a bit distracted.”
“Oh, so you’re like, really fresh to all this,” she said, seemingly reconsidering you as she idly tugged at a lock of red hair.
“Well, seeing as how we’re both pretty new to all this, and you’ve been the easiest guy to talk to since I’ve gotten here, AND that’s even after you’ve seen what I’m working with down there, what would you say to…