The Gadgeteer

September 29th 1946. St Kilda.

Elliot “Goggles” Taylor didn’t know for sure that he was an ace. At eighteen he was pretty clueless. He read a lot of trashy pulps and liked to tinker in the backyard shed and make stuff using his dad’s welding gear. His dad was dead. Died in the war in New Guinea and his mum, Flo, was working all the time. He’d finished school but wasn’t bright enough to go to university - that would cost too much anyways. He still did his paper route but needed a real job. That left him lots of times to make machines and he created stuff straight out of his Amazing Tales magazines. He’d made battle armour which was bullet proof, was armed with wrist mounted rayguns that could stun bad guys and, best of all, had antigravity flight.

He’d only shown it to Shazza, Sharon Long, a cute girl whose parents owned the milk bar on the corner. She’d been super impressed, just like he’d hoped. His mum didn’t like Shazza, said she was a tramp, a woman of ill repute - whatever that meant, but she didn’t know Shazza like he did.

There was a knock on the shed door. He excitedly put down the soldering iron and opened the locked door. “Hey Shaz!”

“Hey goggles! Is the thingamajig done!?” She asked excitedly.

“You bet! Just finished it then. See,” he held up the two helms. They were a modified hard hat and welding mask, festooned with parts from an old wireless radiator and a broken electric fan, linked by a profusion of wires to a box with lights, switches and dials on it. The thing looked straight out of one of his magazines. He’d made this specially for Shazza, just like she’d asked. It was a helmet with a complex lattice of wires and sensors.

“Wow! You’re so smart Elliot!” She praised him as she hugged him. He blushed as her breasts pressed against him. “I can’t believe how brainy you are!” Shazza gushed. It looked ridiculous and Shazza would have laughed at the pathetic simp except she knew he was an ace. And so she praised him and flirted with him. She had him wrapped around her little finger. Some of the John’s she saw regularly were like that. Gullible and niave, confusing a fuck for love. They were the best. Because she wasn’t just a whore for the money. She was addicted to the sex - and when she was thinking right she really didn’t like that. But when she was fucking she was insatiable and when she wasn’t fucking she wanted to be. It was her curse. But she didn’t even need to sleep with Goggles, just stroke his ego and press her body against his every now and then. And after seeing his other ace creation she’d asked him to make this, convincing him it was his idea.

“I call it the Mind Bridge, it works just like I said it would!” He explained. He was sure it would work.

Shazza looked impressed, “you’re amazing Elliot! Are you sure it works? We should test it! This will be like… those flying brothers?” She said acting coy.

“The Wright brothers, the first guys to fly! You think?” He asked excitedly.

“You bet! You’ll be in the history books with this! Elliot Taylor, first… what did you call it?” She asked, trying not to laugh at the stupi word he’d used. She had to act inferior to his superior in order to manipulate him. At least until she got what she wanted. She wanted out of her life as a cheap whore. She wanted to be an ace.

“Pyschonaut!” He said and nodded enthusiastically with visions of fame and fortune clouding his better sense. Eliot grinned. "Let’s do it then Shazzza," he said. "We're going to change the world."

She looked up, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah! I’m so lucky to see history being made! Maybe I’ll be mentioned in the history books too!" She leaned over him, her red hair brushing against his cheek, and he could smell her sweet perfume.

“Um… maybe we should find some test subjects…?” He said nervously. If he swapped with Shazza he’d be a girl. That scared him.

“I know it’s a body swapper… and so do you… but if you told people it was a body swapper they’d laugh at you and tell you to pull the other one cause it plays jingle bells…” Shazza said. “And if you were in my body you could look at it… naked!” She said.

Elliot’s eyees widened as she pressed her body against his. She was a pocket rocket, petite, busty, blonde haired and blue eyed, cute as a button. He could see her naked!?

Eliot Frame’s cheeks flushed with excitement as he adjusted the Mind Bridge’s wiring. “I guess we can switch our minds into each other’s bodies. For science… as long as it’s only for a little while… if you are okay with me seeing you naked.” He agreed.

"Of course… just no naughty stuff," she nodded. In truth one of the things she disliked about her body was how intense sex was… it was more than addictive. She craved it. More than a woman should. "Let's give it a whirl."

Eliot's hands trembled as he placed the Mind Bridge on her head, the cold metal pressing against her temples. He adjusted the dials, put the Mind Bridge on his own head and flipped the switch. The room filled with an electric hum that seemed to penetrate their very bones. Shazza’s eyes widened in surprise, and then... they swapped!

Suddenly, Eliot was staring through Shazza’s eyes up at his own body, the sensation overwhelming. He reached out with trembling fingers to touch his petite new form. The softness of Shazza's skin, the curves of her body—he had breasts!!! It was all so alien yet exhilarating. He unbuttoned his dress and looked at his new breasts in their bra in awe. “Is it okay?” He asked, removing the helm.

Shazza nodded. “Go ahead, I said it was,” she replied. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Elliot grinned and slid out of the dress, wearing panties, bra and heels. He struggled for a moment with the bra until Shazza unclipped it herself and his rounded breasts with pertly pointed nipples swung free. Then he gripped his panties and pushed them down. “Wow…” he said as he stared at himself. Herself… it was the first time she’d seen a naked woman. Ever! It was incredible. And she was getting quite turned on, unaware that Shazza’s sexual needs were now very much hers.

Meanwhile, Shazza, now in Eliot's body, chuckled, the sound deep and foreign in his own ears. He was aroused but in control. And his old body looked extremely fuckable.

Removing the helm Shazza's gaze grew hungry as she looked at her old body with her Elliot in it. Small, weak and sexy. Naked and cute. He had always been curious about the other side, and here it was, a gift wrapped in the flesh of the man he had used and manipulated. With a wicked smile, he sauntered over to Eliot.

"Now, let's see how you handle this," he said, his voice still unmistakably Eliot's, but the tone was all Shazza.

“Huh? Handle what?” Elliot asked.

Shazza looked down at the suddenly bewildered Eliot, who was still trying to get a grip on her new reality. He grabbed some electrical tape from a box in the corner of the room. “What are you doing. We should swap back,” Eliot said, aware of her small size and female body. Were her nipples growing hard? What was that moist tingling between her legs? What was happening?!

But Shazza had other plans. He was tired of being seen as the pretty face, the weak and powerless whore. He had the brains now and craved power and control. “Not yet, darl,” he said with a smirk, his voice deep and unsettlingly masculine coming from his new body.

He grabbed Eliot by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the couch, his newfound strength surprising even himself. Eliot’s mind raced with confusion and anticipation as she felt the couch cushions compress beneath her naked ass cheeks. Shazza’s touch was firm, almost brutal, as he bound her wrists with the electrical tape. He took his time, enjoying every second of her helplessness. The room spun around her as she tried to make sense of her new predicament. “Wait! What are you doing!” Eliot asked.

Shazza just smirked and whispered, “Were going to see what I can do with a male body. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” He unbuttoned his own pants and stepped closer, the bulge in his trousers growing. Eliot’s heart hammered in her chest as she realized what was about to happen. It was… exciting! What the heck!?

He flipped her over, pressing her sensitive breasts down into the couch cushions, her ass up - and she felt the weight of his body on her back. Shazza’s hands were rough and demanding as they gripped her hips, turning her onto all fours. She had never experienced this kind of power play, and she found it thrilling despite the fear and confusion. He was going to take her as a woman?! Fuck no… but fuck yeah?!

Eliot’s mind reeled as Shazza’s cock entered her pussy from behind, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt or imagined. It was a strange mix of pleasure and disbelief. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, her body trembling with the **** of each thrust reminding her that she was no longer in control.

The room was a blur, the only clear focus the sensation of Shazza’s body moving rhythmically against hers. Eliot felt every inch of Shazza’s cock sliding into her, feeling so alien yet strangely intoxicating. But the disbelief was giving way to something else—desire, raw and unbridled.

Shazza’s grip tightened on her hips, pulling her back into him with every thrust, making her gasp. The helplessness was exhilarating. She never knew she had a submissive side, but here it was, laid bare before her, or rather, in her. The way he took her, so commanding, so sure of himself—it was incredible.

Her cheek pressed into the rough fabric of the couch, her breathing grew ragged as Shazza’s pace increased.

Shazza leaned down, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading them as he whispered sweet nothings in Eliot’s voice. The dichotomy was jarring—his gentle touch and his firm grip on her hips. “You like it, don’t you?” he murmured, the words a taunt. Eliot bit her lip and nodded, unable to form coherent words. The pleasure washed over her in waves, mixing with the humiliation of being used in such a way.

He reached around and found her clit, stroking it with a confidence that was eerily familiar. Eliot’s body responded, her hips moving in time with his touch. It was a heady mix of emotions—desire and an undeniable arousal. She could feel Shazza’s breath on her back, hot and ragged, as he grew closer to climax. The helplessness was intoxicating, and she found herself pushing back against him, seeking more.