Crashing the Expo Livestream The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by bodyswapbabe

The Expo’s influencer zone glowed like a spaceship. Neon backdrops, ring lights, and digital mirrors lined the walls. It was everything Trevor used to scoff at—cosplay booths, pop-up photospots, and endless product-pushing TikTokers.

And now he was one of them.

He adjusted Yumi’s hoodie (which kept falling off one shoulder no matter how many times he pulled it up) and tossed her glossy pink curls over one shoulder. Every step in her chunky platform boots made a soft clomp, and every clomp added bounce to her ass. He had to admit—it was kind of fun.

A crowd of viewers loitered near the Swaptyx Livestream Stage. Two emcees stood under a giant screen broadcasting comments from a live global audience. Beside them, a petite Japanese girl in a cat-eared headset was giving a demo on “emotional resonance metrics.”

Trevor didn’t wait to be invited. He strutted up the stairs, waved to the camera, and flashed the biggest, most plastic smile Yumi’s synthetic cheeks could handle.

“Konnichiwaaa~!” he sang, voice bubbling like champagne. “I’m Yumi and I’m LITERALLY obsessed with this tech—like, it’s giving realness, it’s giving fantasy, it’s giving full Swap Girl energyyy~!”

The hosts blinked. The cat-eared girl froze.

Then the livestream chat exploded.

[yumikawaii47]: OMG WHO IS SHE
[techgod420]: Is this new Swap AI??
[flexure_japan]: They really be dropping idol bimbos at the Expo now 💀💀💀

The camera zoomed in. Trevor giggled (he hated how natural it sounded) and posed with his fingers in a heart over Yumi’s chest.

“Want to see what it’s like to be me?” he chirped. “Catch me in the SwapZone later—I’ll be doing a full walkthrough of this ultra-kawaii VTuber-ready bod~!”

The crowd clapped. The hosts looked mildly terrified.

A Swaptyx marketing exec stepped over, whispering to one of the emcees while pointing at Trevor.

“Uh… Yumi-chan,” the host said, still recovering. “Are you… an official brand rep?”

Trevor beamed, fluttering his long lashes. “That depends, sweetie. Want me to be?”