Random swaps

You passed the remote to Zoe.

“Be careful!” she whispered, “If we mess about it might randomly change us!”

“Thatll be fun though” you said, “Go on. Make a change!”

Zoe looked at you, and fired the remote off.

“There you go. Happy?” She asked you.

“Ish” you replied, “I mean, I saw you fire the remote, but I wasnt touching it. So I have no idea what you changed.”

“Oh.” Zoe giggled, “I forgot about that.”

“You going to tell me what you did then?”

“Nope” she giggled again. Putting the remote on the floor.

What she swapped was the irish race of a random passer by with Tamara, a british girl. Tamara is a very tall girl, but not as thin as Franchesca. She has curves in all the right places, a nice arse matched with a pair of 36G cup breasts which were always shown off perfectly. Right now, however, she was wearing a jumper. Odd choice of clothing for a beach but noone seemed to care. Tamara had long straight black hair, which was now a mess of sexy, curly, ginger hair. Her accent was a strong irish one, which many men seemed to enjoy, mixed with her flirty attitude.

“Well, where is the fun in that.” you humphed.

“Its my fun.”

“Well, in that case, give me the remote. My turn.”