“Huh? Oh, um, yes.” Gillian’s daydreaming was cut short by her food arriving. “Thank- I mean, ‘Grate-zee’” she stuttered out.

The waitress, rolling her eyes, left Gillian to her business, which at that moment was digging into a late breakfast and cringing at her embarrassing performance. It wasn’t Gillian’s fault though: she wasn’t chosen for this international mission for her foreign language skills. Any other day of the week, Gillian was nothing special: mousy, plain at best. But it was those physical traits, the ones she wasn’t particularly attached to, that made her perfect for the job.

Commercial swapping was at its height, thanks to services like the Swap Clinic. But, as is true with business, there will be those skirting the lines of the legitimate to make a quick, tax-free buck. That’s where Gillian came in. She never knew the people who had hired her, but their instructions were clear: Gillian would swap very nearly all of her original body parts using an underground machine in her hometown, then travel across borders with her “contraband,” where she would deliver those traits to the machine there. Gillian knew what she was doing was illegal- unregistered swapping and using a fake passport to better fit her new appearance were both serious offenses, and those were just the ones she knew about- but when would she EVER get the opportunity to look this beautiful again, while getting paid a generous amount to do so to boot. As she was now, Gillian was likely worth more than the airport she arrived at. Her transformation spoke for itself: long, blonde, wavy hair, tanned, flawless skin, plump lips with even plumper tits bursting out of her blouse, skinny waist flaring out into toned, slender legs… she was flawless, a picture of perfection.

From awkward nerd to absolute bombshell, Gillian was in her idealized form. She had a few more hours before she was due to report to the swapping machine, and though she had more time than she thought, she was going to miss all the stares, both jealous and lustful, from others. If she was stupid, she would have ran away, give up her old life if it meant keeping these upgrades. Hell, she’d even be fine with ALL the parts the smugglers gave her. Speaking of… Gillian shifted in her seat, crossing her legs to cover the throbbing boner that was threatening to grow to its full length past her skirt. This large, dark veiny cock had to be worth a fortune, but all this status symbol had done for her this whole trip was get hard over any pleasant thought… and, Gillian tilted her sunglasses down to get a better look at her waitress, over any piece of ass she happened to see. Gillian instinctively placed a hand over her crotch, not to stroke, but to feel the throbbing heat radiating off her dick, all while wondering if she had time to enjoy what this city had to offer before her appointment.