Eventually, just as Lynda was sitting down, Tim decided what to do.
It could be potentially risky, but if he was ever going to straighten all of this mess out then he'd have to experiment. Who knew what could happen, so at the least he should try to involve the least number of people as possible, so he'd need to be the guinea pig. Lynda, in his wife's life role, had taken a seat at one of the inner/outer thigh machines, so she's be too preoccupied to notice what he was up to.
After a quick scan around the gym, he spotted someone he might actually PREFER to swap with. He was a tall, Scandinavian wall of a man. He had thick muscles which bulged with every minuscule movement whilst he lifted his weights. He was taller than Tim was, and was more fit as well, obviously. Other than him being bald, Tim saw no flaws. The man stopped his lifting, using his blue tank top to wipe his brow.
"Okay... now or never." Tim thought nervously as he focused on the man and activated the watch.
Once again, the room shifted, but slightly. Tim was standing right where the man had been, near the weights. Just like before, he felt tired upon entering the life of someone who had just been working out, though far less tired than his wife had been. Tim then looked down, and was amazed to see just how fit he was.
While still wearing the same blue tank top and shorts as the man, it was his body under there... and it was FIT. Tim flexed his muscles, laughing to himself while he did so. He turned back towards the all, eager to see himself.
In the mirror stood a sweaty bald man, but it was undeniably him. The man he swapped with was much taller, and more heavily built, and while Tim had become as healthy as the man, living his life after all, he still was his height and general build. Tim figured he was closer to his peak in college than the Scandinavian looking man had.
"Damn, but what a price." He thought, rubbing his shiny head. That's when the thought of the real guy whose life he was now occupying came back into his mind.
After pulling himself away from the mirror, Tim saw an odd sight.
Sitting on one of the machines for leg musculature building was the man, though looking very different. For one, his tank top was now purple, and instead of shorts he wore tight, dark yoga pants which stretched down to his girly purple sneakers. He now also had hair, which was bright blonde, tied in a neat bun at the back of his head.
He wore a bit of foundation and lipstick, and was clearly struggling on the machine. While he was still well over 6 foot something, his muscles were practically gone, replaced with a more realistic body shape, if not slightly out of shape. Tim couldn't help but listen into the conversation between Lynda, who thought she was Tim's wife Jennifer, and this burly man who thought that HE was Lynda.
"And then I told her... *huff* if you want to use MY pan then why don't I get some credit right?" The man whined, struggling to move his legs.
"Ugh, I know Lyn don't get me started." Lynda giggled. "Greta is SUCH a bitch. She's lucky she's fun to drink with." She agreed.
The two giggled, in an extremely girlish manner, then continued their workout.
Tim was amazed. "This thing really is amazing." He laughed. "I wonder who's life I'm in right now?"
Tim reached into "his" wallet and pulled out the driver's license. He quickly skimmed through the important parts...
Name: Johansson, Arles
DOB: 01/04/1991
Sex: M
"Huh, guess I was right about that Scandinavia guess. And I'm a bit younger... or considered younger somehow?" He muttered. After checking himself over again, he decided he didn't want to swap himself right away, liking the healthy feeling he now had. "I wonder if I could swap others without including myself..." He thought.
While staring at Arles and Lynda, who thought they were Lynda and Jennifer respectively, he began to glance around the room. Tim found another potential swap partner, this time a college aged Latino man. The man was somewhat scrawny, looking a little like a pot head with messy black hair and an unshaven face. He was shirtless, attempting to focus on his music as he lifted some smaller weights with both hands.
Tim had a slightly cheeky thought, then decided to just go for it. He did his best to focus on Lynda, then on the Latino man, and finally activated his watch.
Unlike before, his view was not disoriented, likely due to the fact that he was not swapped this time. Instead, Tim was left to gawk as he stared at the weirdness he had created.
Where the Latino had once stood was now Lynda, but clearly living as though she was that man. Most obviously for Tim was that she was now shirtless. Her C cups dangled freely in the air, jiggling slightly with every lift of her arm. She was now thinner too, seemingly having lost some of her thickness. Her mens' shorts hung tightly to her still rather curvaceous legs, and strangest of all was her head. Her dark hair was now a short, messy mop, and she even had facial hair!
"Oh. My. God." Tim couldn't help but audibly gasp at the sight.
"Yeah I know, hot right?" A deep voice startled Tim from behind.
"Hu-huh?" Tim asked back, concerned that someone else saw what he did. Standing behind him was a strong looking black man. He was as muscular as Arles was, maybe more so. He had short tough hair and a light five o'clock shadow. He was sweating as he approached Tim, sliding his white shirt back on before speaking again. For some reason, Tim knew his name was Bill... how did he know that? Did he get info along with this life?
"Aww come on Arles you know man, we've been over this before. Those two fine pieces of ass over there." Bill chuckled, subtly gesturing towards Arles and the Latino man.
Tim saw Arles was still the same, looking slimmed down, and cosplaying as Lynda, meanwhile next to him was new to Tim. The Latino college student was no sitting on the machine, looking very different. His hair was longer, but looked very curly and tied up in a bun behind him. Along with that his face was now baby smooth. His body seemed... like it got some meat on it, almost giving him thighs which looked feminine, especially appearing so in his new outfit.
His slightly chubby figure was wrapped around the gray tank top that Tim had bought for his wife, and his legs were tightly against his, or rather Jennifer's, yoga pants. He stopped working out for a moment to catch his breath, then began to gossip with Arles in Lynda's life. Tim couldn't believe what he was seeing, or what everyone else was seeing.
"Damn, I'd love to pound that blonde babe all night long... damn I wish she wasn't married." He huffed.
"Wait... babe? The real Arles is definitely still a guy... but what does everyone else see?" He thought.
"Hey, Bill." Tim began, still weirded out by how he knew this man's name. "Weird question... probably."
"Uh, sure dude shoot." Bill replied, confused.
"That uh... girl, over there" Tim pointed at Arles "what would you say her height is... roughly?"
"Her... hmm, Idunno man like 6 foot 4?" He guessed.
Tim just blinked in confusion. "And, 'her' hair color is blonde right?" He asked, struggling to make sense of this.
"Yeah, duh? Why are you asking me man you can see her yourself. Like I said stop staring anyway they're taken... pretty sure at least." Bill grumbled.
Tim was astounded. It appeared that it really didn't mess with perception. Bill new how Arles actually looked, but despite the obvious male appearance he thought of the big guy as a woman, seeing Arles the same way he would have seen Lydia, if everyone's lives were correct anyway.
That's when he realized that the two men living the lives of women had stood up, seemingly stretching in preparation to leave. At the same time, Lydia living the life of a Latino college boy had carelessly covered her breasts with a dirty shirt and had begun to walk towards the exit. Tim realized that whatever he was gonna do next, he had to decide soon.