Author's note: Hello and welcome to the second chapter in "The Swapper Chronicles". If you haven't read the previous one, I would recommend it since this one picks up right after that. If you have read it, then enjoy!
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What a weird-ass night for a burglar like me; not only was I captured by a dominatrix (I still think she was a vampire), but I was also body-swapped with her. Not gonna, lie it was both weird and arousing.
I immediately went back to my shitty-ass apartment building; even if the place was shitty, the rent was too damn high. That's why my hobby of burgling became a full time job since there was no way in hell I was gonna get a plain-ass normal job.
But these past few days, I hadn't gotten anything good; the stuff I stole were some vases or weird pottery, and some paintings -- and none of those made a profit. Not to mention the numerous safes that I had cracked only to find jack shit. But those all paled in comparison to the talisman I got from the dominatrix.
I got inside of my dingy-ass apartment, where there was nothing but bare essentials -- a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. I sat on the bed putting my burglar gear in the duffle bag that also contained all the money I had saved, and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up around 10:30 am, like usual. I did my routine and then I examined the talisman closer than I had before. The symbol in it, which I had thought was just a yin-yang, had more to it. The engraving on the top had a more feminine face, while the bottom one was more masculine. There were also gems on each of the engravings, one pink and the other blue, respectively. Then a small image popped into my mind -- it was when I first saw my body from a different point of view, the gem colors were switched. Why I did not see it sooner was anyone's guess.
Two knocks came from my door. I looked up and asked "WHO IS IT?"
"Mister Smith, the rent is due!"
Oh shit, I completely forgot. The knocks were coming from my landlady, Mrs. Schmidt. I quickly took out my duffle bag and checked how much cash I had. I realized that my money was low, only 420 dollars, and the bitch was asking for at least 500 bucks a month. I didn't know what the hell she was spending that money on but it ain't for fixing this damn building, that's for sure.
I walked up to my door and opened it. And there she was, Mrs. Schmidt, looking a bit annoyed in her eyes, but her cheeky smile masked it pretty well.
She was very well into her 50s and still looked smoking hot for her old age. Her hair was black and curly, she was at least a few inches shorter than me (the dominatrix was almost the same height as me), and she wore her typical sweater that covered her body. Even in the summer, she wore it. She also wore some extremely tight-looking sweatpants and some sandals.
I wondered how she would look without any of them on.
"Mister Smith, where is the money?" She called me by my fake name that I chose for this residence.
"Sorry, Mrs. Schmidt, I don't have any money for the rent. All I got is barely over four hundred." I tried to explain my predicament.
"I don't care, pay me now or I'm gonna kick you out!" she demanded.
Man, what a fucking bitch. I wanted to smack her right there and then, but then I remembered about the talisman. Yeah I could use that. "How about I give you something else instead?" I asked.
Her face turned into a confused look. "Oh really, what is it?"
"Well, I have this pretty necklace." I revealed the talisman as it dangled on my arm.
She then looked surprised, amazed at the golden talisman. "You're giving this to me?"
"Of course. This is way better than some few hundred bucks. Here, put it on." I put the thing around her neck.
"Oh, I like this. Thank you, mister Smith."
Her entire mood just swung 180, guess she really likes these kinds of things. "The pleasure's been all mine, it's very special."
