Swap Chaos in the Club The Remote of Transformation chapter 6 by ThePanswapticon

Jerry’s grin widened as the chaos with Tank-Top Flexer and the VIP queen escalated, but he barely paid attention to their shrieking anymore. He’d had a better idea—one that made his pulse race and his panties (still weird to think of them as his panties) feel uncomfortably wet.

Why stop at two? Why not turn this whole place into a freaky swap party?

He shifted on his stool, pulled the remote up, and started locking onto pairs like he was playing some twisted claw-machine game. The SWAP button glowed invitingly, begging for trouble.

Alright, Jerry thought, let’s turn this club inside out.

The first new swap hit the couple nearest the bar. A guy in a button-down shirt was mid-sip of his whiskey when—bam—he suddenly found himself in his girlfriend’s slinky red dress. The glass slipped from his now-delicate fingers, smashing on the counter.

“Oh, what the fuck—” the girlfriend said from his body, but it stopped as she grabbed at her chest. Her new muscular chest. “Wait… these are—holy crap, I have pecs! Babe—”

The guy-now-girl stared down at her plunging neckline. “I’m… I’m stacked. Holy hell, my tits are huge!” She grabbed herself in disbelief, giving the club’s bystanders a full-blown anatomy show.

Jerry cackled under his breath and tapped the button again. On the dance floor, two frat dudes bro-hugging each other suddenly went stiff. One looked down to see manicured hands with bright pink nails. The other—now in a form-fitting dress—squealed, grabbing at the long, black hair cascading over his shoulders.

“Bro, I’m—oh my god, I’m a girl!”

The other—still bro in voice but girl in body—snorted. “Dude… holy shit. You’re hot. I think I’m into you. Wait, am I into myself?!”

A tap-tap-tap and the chaos spread like wildfire.

A bartender let out a strangled noise as he swapped with one of the regulars, finding himself teetering on new high heels behind the counter while the stunned woman—now in his muscled body—knocked over half the bottles.

Two women grinding on each other suddenly froze, staring down at their new broad shoulders and ripped arms.

“Oh my god, we’re guys!” one shouted, immediately grabbing her new bulge like she’d discovered treasure.

Jerry nearly fell off his stool laughing. “This is the best Friday night ever.”

Phones were everywhere now. The whole club was filming the mayhem. Some people were freaking out, some were laughing their asses off, and some were clearly way too into it.

One of the swapped frat boys started running his hands over his feminine hips, biting his lip. “I’m… wow. I’m so soft. Feel my ass!”

His buddy didn’t hesitate. “Holy crap, dude, it’s like a pillow!”

They both burst into giggles, their voices high and feminine now.

Jerry spotted the tank-top flexer and VIP girl again. They were both trying to figure out what the hell happened to them—only now they had competition. The girl-bodied flexer looked around wildly. “Is it just me? Or is everyone… changing?!”