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Chapter 3 by Spindizzy Spindizzy

What did i see?

The locker room, exactly as it had been

When the odd blurring passed, I found myself still standing in the freshly mopped locker room just as I had been, except the three women with me were now behaving very oddly.

All three of them suddenly had expressions of pure confusion on their faces. They stared at their hands as if seeing them for the first time. Gingerly each of them reached up to touch their hair, their faces, necks chest, and finally grabbed hold of their tits, their eyes going cartoonishly wide looking for all the world like they'd never seen their own breasts before.

"Oh my god!" They screeched in eerie harmony as the fourth woman burst from her cubicle, stark naked and dripping wet, "I'm a woman!"

"Wait, you're not a woman?" I asked, baffled by their bizarre behaviour, only to hear them all ask the same question in perfect unison, "Then who the hell are you?"

We all blinked at the question.

"I'm Callum!" I insisted indignantly even as the women echoed my words, "No, I'm Callum... Aren't I?"

I had to be Callum, didn't I? I had Callum's body, Callum's voice, most importantly I had Callum's memories. I could clearly remember waking up that morning, jerking my cock, brushing my teeth, eating a hurried breakfast, and rushing to work to avoid another lecturer from my supervisor. The same as yesterday and the day before and many days before that. My whole rather ordinary life right back to when a little kid. Which meant these others had to be faking. Why I couldn't possibly imagine, but I knew exactly how to catch them out.

"Hey!" I snapped, "pop quiz hotshots. What's my mother's maiden name?"

I rolled my eyes as the others echoed my words exactly. I didn't know how they were doing that, but it was getting irritating.

"Hey, I asked first." I protested before giving in and answering my own question, "Uhg, fine, it's Mitchell."

The fact that the others seemed to know the right answer as well wasn't enough to convince me, anyone could have found that out. We continued with our round of questions and answers, the questions becoming more personal, until we were talking about stuff like the colour of my first girlfriend's pubes and whether I thought my neighbour's wife or my ex's mom had the better ass.

Finally, I gave up trying to catch them out and threw up my hands in disgust. It was crazy, but they all seemed absolutely convinced they were really me, and honestly I was starting to believe they might actually think they were.

That damn app. It was the only thing I could think of, it had affected them in some way I didn't yet understand.

I pulled out my phone and the others gathered around as I held it up for everyone to see.

"Congratulations" the notification now read, "your mental state has been successfully transmitted to the selected targets. Enjoy your multi-body experience with Gemini App"

I certainly didn't recall downloading any App called Gemini, and neither did any of the women claiming to be me, but there it was. Clicking through the various options, it showed the current user as Callum Mcdonald and listed four "receivers" as being currently "connected". Letitia Reed, Karen Turner, with Britney and Kaitlyn Chase.

The about this app page didn’t make a hell of a lot of sense, reading like it had been run through a translation program by someone that didn’t speak either the original language or English. The parts we could figure out seemed to say that we were all Callum in a sense. My mind had been linked to each of these women, taking complete control of their bodies and forming a sort of psychic network.

Finally, there was an option to add new receivers or to disconnect existing ones, but both were greyed out with a sort of recharge bar slowly filling up beneath them, but with no timer visible it was impossible to say how long the app was going to take to "charge".

Still more than half convinced that I was the victim of an elaborate prank, I stared at the screen and then back to the four women, wondering what they'd do next...

What's next?

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