"...day officially marks the first year since the the first case of the Random Exchange Virus or, as many people across the globe have come to call it, REV, was recorded in the United Kingdom..”
Sabine lay down sideways on the sofa, her sleek legs splayed wide and her bunny-slippers drooping lazily over the armrest, watching the local Rotherham news with fluctuating bouts of interest. Her right hand rummaged through the bowl of popcorn she'd prepared for her mid-evening movie binge earlier on, its contents already half-spilled onto the carpeted floor, beside her, all whilst her left hand's dainty digits idly scrolled through the Instagram feed on her phone.
It was a slow night again in the town of Rotherham, as per usual, and there was little for the German native to do apart from laying about and contemplate her place in the world as she piled lumps of processed sh*t down her gullet.
She thumbed her ears out of boredom, admiring the tinkle noise that came from the six concentric silver rings, of varied size as you went along, that lined up across her right earlobe. A bold choice, at least compared to the single black cross swinging to and fro from her left.
She paused her phone surfing for a moment to toss a single popcorn from the bow into the air, her maw unhooking like a cobra's to scarf it down.
”…Though it is still quite a sore spot for many who have been negatively impacted by the changes wrought upon them, I and my team at the Rotherham Council have done as much as we possibly could’ve to promote and support inclusivity across each area of our community, regardless of the consequences of REV to each individual. I believe we all, as one people of one town, can agree that the time for pity and self-loathing has long since passed!"
Claps erupted from the screen as the tubby town Mayor cut a comically large red ribbon emblazoned with the words 'Merry Swapserversary!"
He himself though was relatively unchanged (at least from what she could tell), but admittedly he did look an absolute sight in his full mayoral attire- sash and all-, looking smug as cameras flashed on his piggy cheeks.
Suddenly, the screen flickered off.
"Verdammte Scheiße," Sabine whined, rolling her eyes, "I was watching that."
Sabine could hear the mischievous giggle long before the ensuing thunderous footsteps had even begun to echo around the apartment's living room. A moment later and an arm, thick as a tree trunk and lacquered a rich brown, with ornate tattoos writhing around the veins popping on its side, trickled into Sabine's line of sight, clutching the TV remote tight within its whitened knuckles and dangling it mockingly before her eyes.
"Welp, too bad, b*tch."
Allie grumbled playfully, panting heavily while lifting Sabine's outstretched legs from behind the sofa so she could slip beside her on the upholstery and shift herself into a comfortable seating position.
Sabine rolled her eyes as Allie waded in from behind, each step plump with masculine braggadocio (not that the first word meant much these days). It was clear she'd just come back from her morning run, due to both her raging B.O. and her excessive, dog-like panting. Her cute, pale face was flushed red as she wiped herself down with a towel, the perspiration streaking spilling over her cheeks and neck, and eventually down to the incomprehensibly chiselled torso lay underneath.
In all honesty, Allie hadn't had much in the breasts department prior to the Random Exchange Virus afflicting the town. Now though, sitting there on her chest in their stead were a juicy set of bodybuilding manboobs, slick with sweat and seemingly sagging under their own weight, with glistening copper skin and pencil-lead nipples. A keen observer might've even been able to spot the petite metal studs inserted into the brown nipple-flesh from either side, piercings that Allie had decided to insert after exchanging everything below her neck with the buff Bahamian man that'd been unfortunate enough to search for barbecue supplies on that fateful day.
Sabine gasped as Allie flopped carelessly onto the chair, initiating a low reverberation that rattled the crockery by the sink and would no doubt have their neighbours in the apartment below complaining yet again.
"Toss me the bowl, Beanie," Allie chirped as she tossed the towel aside and slipped on a much-too-tight tank top.
Sabine shot her a disgusted look and peered downwards.
"What?"
"It's digging into my leg, Allie."
Allie grinned profusely in response. She huffed loudly, as if it wasn't her fault that she was sporting a throbbing boner underneath her tight gym sweatpants, before shifting across and spreading her legs wide once more.
Obviously she hadn't had her customary morning wank, Sabine remarked mentally as she watched Allie idly rearrange her junk unobstructed. She chukled knowingly as she snatched the remote back from Allie's paw and flicked on the television once more, only to see that the Mayor was waving off the crowd that was now handing him a standing ovation.
"Großartig," she muttered under her breath. "Thanks, Allie..."
A low growl escaped Nat's lips, betraying her coy entrance.
"Chill...with the snark...okay?" She reclined further into the sofa, unintentionally thrusting her engorged junk further towards the skylight. "I just can't stand...when those damn...Munies don't accept their privilege...and act like they had to suffer...through the worst stretches...of this damn pandemic with all of us."
Sabine sighed.
"Y'know, I'm a Munie too, Allie."
'Munie' being a not-so-subtly derogatory term for those currently unaffected by the Virus, Sabine reminded herself. A rare breed these days, would you believe it. There existed only one such specimen among every ten-thousand people on the planet.
Many had come to Sabine over the course of the last year, displaying various degrees of unrequited jealousy or subtle rage.
"You can't imagine how lucky you are."
They would always say those same words as she handed out lattes from behind the Continental's café counter, their cheeks clenched and eyes narrowed, as if they weren't sure whether to compliment her good fortune or punch her in her perfectly sculpted, untouched Bavarian nose because of it.
The faces that came with each encounter had begun to blur in her mind with each successive reoccurrence, with neither women with impressive bulges tucked into their plaid skirts, or handsome young lads with fat pairs of f*cking mummy milkers on their chests being able to cast much of an impression in her mind.
Nonetheless, though it often came up as a topic of discussion during her mental monologues, she wasn't at all sure how valid their statements were. Being 'special' had only been a hindrance so far. After all, it'd made her the most freakish in a world almost entirely populated by freaks of nature.
It does have its perks though, she thought to herself as she rolled off the sofa and slunk her way over to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. After all, who'd want to have to have to scrape their ballsack just to have sex with their wife every bloody week?
She cast a furtive glance in Allie's direction. Sabine shuddered at the mere thought.
"So what, Sabine?" Allie hollered from the living room above the violent hum of the boiling kettle. "You started off at the bottom of the totem pole, being a beautiful, gay woman after all."
"Pansexual, actually," Sabine called back as she chucked two teabags into mugs and stirred the hot water delicately. She came back into the room a moment later, cradling each cup with her skull-ringed fingers, frowning as her heat-induced discomfort growing by the second.
"Same difference, b*ch. You can at least understand the struggle to be different somewhat."
Allie chuckled at her own tidbit of 'self-wisdom' and took her mug. Before she began drinking she rifled through her pocket, pulling out a tiny baggie with fluorescent blue pills nestled inside. She popped one in her mouth and gulped some tea to gargle it down. Instantly afterwards a visible relief washed over her face.
Sabine settled back into her spot, her legs crossing over one another like a schoolgirl. She blew tenderly at the rim of her mug before sipping softly.
"Since when was being beautiful a disadvantage?"
"...Since that damn virus came and f*cked up our world, for the better might I add, and made it so the concept of beauty is now entirely subjective, girl."
Sabine jumped, almost spilling her tea over herself due to her being startled by the sudden addition of Nat's dulcet American tones to the conversation. Nat giggled softly, finding the idea of getting the normally restrained gothic girl to almost piss her pants quite humorous.
Sabine'd soon flipped around to face Nat, her black lips pulled into a scowl as she gave one half of her lesbian benefactors the once over.
Truthfully, Nat was...
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