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The trip back into the city is rather quick given how fast Corey drives. He does it for the fun, though he does cause my heart to race when he slaloms through late-night traffic. We arrive at an apartment in the hills. I get out and like a gentleman, or how I perceive a gentleman should act, lets me lead, even though I have not been to his place before. He at least directs me where to go.

I'm directed to the top floor of the apartment block and at his apartment's door, he unlocks it, allowing Carter and I inside. The floor plan is rather open and bigger than any apartment I've ever seen. It's more like a loft, with an incredible panoramic view of the city skyline.

I spend my first moment just admiring the view of the lights while Corey sets up a laptop and connects it to his flat-screen television via HDMI cable and Carter is spotted browsing through what Corey has in his fridge. “So,” Corey speaks up and I turn to see him standing behind me.

“Yeah?” I ask, not at all startled by his sudden appearance.

“Do I call you Brianna?” he asks.

I nod in confirmation. “Brianna is fine,” I state.

“I mean, you can call yourself anything at this point. It's not like you'll be like this for the rest of your life,” Corey mentions.

“That's true. If I think of anything else to name me, I'll let you know. For now, Brianna is fine with me,” I say.

“Cool. So, Brianna, if you'll join me in the den where I have my setup,” Corey says, allowing me to walk over to where the TV is at. I'm feeling very comfortable around Corey as each minute passes. Maybe it's because he didn't spike my drink and hand-cuffed me to a door. And he has not crossed the line at all and is very polite towards me. Knowing what a gentleman should be, Corey is definitely playing that role. It's refreshing and causes me to forget I'm in this unfamiliar body and a guy in real life.

I spot his mischievous smile as I take a seat on the couch opposite the screen. On the screen-mirrored desktop of his laptop, he accesses a folder filled with video files, all named with peculiar titles. The first one has a filename, 'CarrieMissionary027.mov,' and once Corey opens the file, a loud moan fills the room through the surround-sound speakers that causes Carter to call out “Fuck me!” from the kitchen.

“This is me fucking you, dude,” Corey says without a care in the world that it might sound like he's a homosexual. On the screen, there is a white girl with long brunette hair laying on what looks like a table, mashing her medium-sized breasts with an expression of lustful arousal on her face. The camera momentarily tilts down to show a dark-skinned man plowing her pussy with enough **** that the skin of the girl's legs ripple from the pounding.

“This is Carter?” I ask.

Corey sits next to me with a mouse in his hand. He pauses the video as the video tilts up, so that view is again on the woman's front. “Notice the tattoo under her left breast? I think it's 1995 in Roman numerals--” Corey points out, but Carter comes into the room correcting his friend.

“It's 1996,” Carter says and removes his jacket and then takes off his shirt, revealing a toned torso. In the light, I spot the same tattoo, located in the very same area on his torso.

“If you spot the tattoos, then you'll know it's us,” Corey says.

“Alright, my turn,“ Carter says and goes up to the computer and selects a video with the filename, 'CoraGangbang.mov.' When it's open, the shot is of a black girl with long, straight black hair on her hands and knees and being penetrated from behind by none other than Carter. I know it's him because of the same tattoo under his left breast. The girl is eagerly servicing two cocks with her mouth, one of which is connected to the holder of the camera.

“You guys do this to pass the time?” I ask.

“It's one of the things we do while some of us are on X-Change. Pink Basics is what we usually do,” Corey adds. “It's conveniently 24 hours, so we can girls one day, then guys the rest of the time.”

“Manny did have an idea of taking an X-tra Strength on one of his extended vacations. I think it's a good thing he isn't tied down,” Carter chimes in.

“On X-tra Strength, the transformation lasts for 30 days,” Corey tells me.

“So, do you have any videos where everyone is on a Basic?” I ask, curious.

“Not on my computer, but Cora, me, has an Instagram account with our past all-girls trips,” Corey says and pulls out his phone and looks up Cora's account and hands me the phone to browse. I see mainly trips in the great outdoors, including, but not limited to, camping trips, hiking trips, outings to a beach. There are several clips of them on a cruise ship. “That cruise was last year. Remember how crazy that was?”

“What happened?” I ask.

Carter takes the armchair to the outside of me and adds, “We all took a Pink basic that was custom-made with the Continue flavor. This causes the transformation to be extended for another 24 hours if the user climaxes or orgasms.”

“We all took time in the mornings to get each other off, so the transformation could last for the whole 7-day trip,” Corey mentions. “There is a risk it could become permanent, but in our experience, you'd have to be continuously extending it for a long time. We felt 7 days at the most would be relatively safe.”

I turn to Carter and boldly ask, “You don't have me on that, do you, Carter.”

He expressly shakes his head, “Hell no. I may have been a jerk spiking you on a pink basic, but I wouldn't do that to you. Not for your first time.”

“Well, we could... you know... test to see if it does happen,” Corey suggests and I pick up on his meaning and push on his shoulder, clearly offended. Carter and Corey laugh at what was meant as a joke. “Sorry, we wouldn't do that to you. There is one thing that you'll always get from us is that we take consent seriously. We wouldn't do to you what you wouldn't agree and consent to doing.”

“I didn't consent to be spiked on X-Change,” I immediately add.

“And yes, that very, very true. What Carter did, he didn't ask you beforehand,” Corey states.

“Didn't you want me to make it up to you, somehow? To make it fair?” Carter boldly brings up.

“What would you do to make this right?” I ask.