'Girl' Talk at the Gym The New World of SwapTech chapter 6 by deleted_user

Diesel took a few wobbly steps forward, his bare feet slapping against the polished floor, still half-expecting this was a dream—or prank—or drug trip.

All around the gym, the chaos continued. Women who weren’t women. Guys-turned-girls. It was like the set of a music video where someone had swapped all the dudes with hot versions of themselves… and then dropped a bomb of confusion and panic.

“Hey!” Diesel called out, jogging awkwardly toward a familiar face—or at least, the body wearing his buddy Terrance’s gym hoodie.

The oversized sweatshirt hung over a petite but athletic frame now, bare legs sticking out from under it. The woman had short, messy hair and a panicked expression. “Terry?! That you?”

The woman turned, confused. “Who—oh my God. Diesel?!”

Diesel pointed at his chest. “Yeah. I know. I got the big-budget reboot treatment. You good?”

Terrance let out a hysterical laugh. “Nah! Nah, I’m not good! I’m a bitch now! I have titties! I don’t even know how to stand anymore without feeling my ass bounce!”

Rico stepped up beside Diesel, arms crossed beneath her new, generous chest. “We’re all in the same boat, bro. Anyone know why this happened?”

Terrance shook her head.

“Where’s Marcus?” Diesel asked.

Terrance pointed. Across the gym, a gorgeous, sultry woman with dark skin and wide hips was pacing in circles near the dumbbells, muttering to herself. She wore Marcus's neon tank top like a crop, her long hair tied in a messy bun.

“He won’t talk to anyone,” Terrance added. “Said his girlfriend’s gonna kill him if she finds out. Thinks she’s gonna dump him. Marcus just moved in with her last week.”

Diesel felt a weird tug in his chest. Not emotional—just heavy. The boobs again. “Damn. This thing hit everyone.”

Another woman—tall, lean, with mocha skin and tight cornrows—came jogging up. “You guys know what’s going on?!”

“Alex?” Rico asked.

“Yeah. Still me. I think. I mean… I still feel like me. I just… everything’s wrong.” She pointed to her crotch, wide-eyed. “There’s nothing there, man. Just, like… skin. Soft skin. I almost pissed myself trying to figure out how to pee now.”

“We’re working on it,” Diesel said, trying to sound authoritative, even though he looked like a Nashville bachelorette party came to life. “We’re trying to find out if this was some kind of chemical leak, or…”

“Or a Swaptyx thing,” Rico added.

The group all looked at each other. That name had come up more than once already.