FutureTech Expo The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by bodyswapbabe

The car dropped her off at the side entrance of the Tokyo FutureTech Expo. Trevor stepped out slowly—heels clicking, hips rocking side to side like it was hardwired into his spine. Trevor wasn’t sure if he was walking or performing. His glossy red lips curled reflexively into a smirk when he saw the reaction "she" was getting.

Every man turned. Some women too. Security waved her through with barely a glance.

Trevor’s old body had worked so hard for attention—blazers, watches, posture, barking confidence like a tech bro war chant. This body didn’t try. It existed.

Inside, the air buzzed with neon signage and international chatter. LED panels scrolled announcements in Japanese, English, and Mandarin. Trevor pushed through the crowd, each bounce of his tits triggering another internal distraction. A camera crew passed by and the guy holding the boom mic actually walked into a light post watching him.

Trevor found the Swaptyx Pavilion at the back of the hall—towering, pristine, staffed by models in matching suits. A woman with a tablet looked up and smiled professionally.

“Can I help y—” She blinked as she looked at his "Trevor Banks" name badge. Recognition, hesitation. “Oh… Trevor-senpai?”

Trevor forced a confident nod. “I’m here for the keynote presentation.”

The woman scrolled. “You’re on the VIP access list. Of course. I’ll take you backstage.”

Backstage, the booth buzzed with frantic interns and engineers tweaking haptic gloves, VR rigs, and prototype remotes. The lead engineer, a balding man in a Swaptyx polo, did a double-take when he saw Trevor.

“You’re Trevor? From the States?”

"In the... flesh?" Trevor gave a sultry shrug. “SwapPort mixup. Can't imagine anyone will be disappointed to stare at this for forty minutes.”

The guy flushed. “Well. Um. Yeah. Great. You’re presenting at 11:40. I’ll load the talking points.”