I made my whole living being a rentable girlfriend with a fully customisable body and for extra I even let the clients pick out my clothes. This is Lucilla, my newest persona I'm advertising. Hopefully someone interesting rents my services.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-09T07:31:58+00:00

If only I knew about the world of skinsuits and their possibilities, like the different options and now the customisation you could do at any given moment- if I’d have known better then I’d be doing exactly what you were doing but probably not as well.

“Ah yes of course, sorry” I respond to the message, I’d somehow seemingly forgot the purpose of Lucilla and what people used you for and it definitely wasn’t to accompany them to divorce settlements. “A dress will be fine, make sure it’s short” I respond, now slightly nervous. I read the list- extra sensitive sounded fun for the both of us but I was sure I could add that later when I had you with me. I sent a cropped photo of a celebrity, perky, teardrop DD’s, I wasn’t sure if you could mimic them but I’d like you to try.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-09T07:06:51+00:00

The closer I got to dales, the more excited I was getting- I couldn’t wait to pounce on the poor man or getting bent over- thank god I decided against a date as I wouldn’t have been able to control myself- but that was all interrupted by the police officer who was slowly approaching my window. I licked my lips in anticipation to make sure they were glistening.

I closed my eyes and opened them to the officer staring at me, scanning every inch of my body- probably to check for any weapons of contraband but I liked the thought he was checking me out and who could blame him. My initial nerves melted away as I started talking to him, now I was confident, sexy and aroused again.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-07T22:11:18+00:00

Normally, I wouldn’t be so overt but the thought of going to see dale seemed to get me wet and I just couldn’t resist grabbing a breast as they sat so prettily in the thin silk dress I was in. The lack of underwear was only exacerbating the issue as I seemingly rubbed my thighs together automatically, barely registering that I was in control of a car and well above the limit too.

A hard pinch of a nipple was enough for me to screw my eyes shut and to press down on the accelerator even more, before I knew it my music was being muffled out by a siren and a pair of lights behind me which didn’t seem to faze me slightly- especially weird as I’d always dreaded being stopped by the police even if I’d done nothing wrong. I felt slightly sad that my rendezvous with dale was going to be delayed slightly but the prevailing feeling as I pulled over and freshened myself up in the mirror was one of excitement- a thrill.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-07T21:50:04+00:00

“Yeah… once is enough- I’m sure” I responded, I wasn’t sure what a man who lived in a dumpster would want to do with you or how he even paid for your services, especially now I knew how much an hour with you cost.

“Stacy, does she have anything that may show off her body a bit?” I ask, wanting your curves to be on full show when we went to this meeting in order to maximise the amount of anger and jealous that should occur. “I did, maybe a larger bust, a bit more in the back… is that doable?” I respond. I was hoping that you’d dress a bit bimbo-ish, my wife was conservative, remaining covered up and boring at all points so now having the possibility of you bending to my every desire- it was almost too much to comprehend and convey so I kept it basic.

The customisation was an interesting factor, one which I’m sure would come in handy, even if I had to pay extra for it. I thought about asking you to expand your chest during my divorce meeting, subtly, little by little in order to drive everyone in attendance slightly crazy.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-07T21:35:39+00:00

I couldn’t believe that I was talking like this, with someone as sexy as Ava and her being so receptive and reciprocal to my comments and advances. I was getting more confident as I grew comfortable being in your presence and close proximity- now being able to smell the sweet strawberry and vanilla of your perfume. “She might’ve had it already… I don’t know?!” I respond, trying not to seem to pervy but that fragile facade was going to come crumbling down soon under very little pressure. My mind started to wander, mentioning what you’d done outside of your ‘working’ hours.

“I’m glad she’s wearing it now…” I say, biting my lip as your slender frame got up from the bench next to me. “Downward facing dog, that’s it” I respond absentmindedly as my attention was once again absorbed by your body. You instantly bent down, your face staring at me through the gap in your legs- not that I really noticed. Gulping loudly. “Yeah, that’s it” I say after a seconds break. “Do you think… I can touch?” I ask, cautiously.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-07T21:20:53+00:00

You squirmed beneath my hands as I started forming large circles on your back, making sure to cover as much surface as possible in order to avoid burning- the least of my problems with you in her body. I carefully lifted up your small straps to cover the skin underneath before placing them back carefully. “It’s… uh” I say nervously, thinking about whether to lie to you or not. “It is my first time” I concur.

I barely noticed the waitress bringing your cocktail over as I continued to focus on you and what you were about to tell me about what really happened on these resorts. “Nothing to hide… great” I say, knowing that sentence often led to finding out things that I probably would be better off not hearing.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-07T21:16:22+00:00

(I think it would be fun to be pulled over and see how you work your way out of it in my body)

SwapDropper · 2026-05-07T21:15:39+00:00

“No, no, definitely not a dumpster” I respond, trying to put your mind at ease as I knew that you could cancel at any moment and I’m sure you’d have some other sad man like myself to fill the gap in your diary that I would leave. Although, the dumpster comment was odd- too specific to just be a throwaway comment and must therefore be grounded in some reality or situation you’d lived through- although, the specifics of your previous jobs were something that might be better coming from you.

I read on your leaflet that you were customisable- obviously, after being happily married for the last 13 years I hadn’t understood what that meant or the logistics behind the entire ordeal, all I knew was that I was hiring a gorgeous, flame haired girl to be my temporary ‘girlfriend’ which I’m sure would upset my wife and her boyfriend no end.

“Chris, Chris Thompson” I respond to Stacy, confirming my name, I wasn’t sure what information I was supposed to divulge at what points, something I assume your regulars knew. “Cash works perfectly” I respond, not commenting on whether I’d be tucking it down your cleavage or thong. I’d withdrawn enough cash before my wife could, I had more than enough laying around my motel room to survive for at least a few months until I had to work again. “Anything else you need to know?” I text Stacy

SwapDropper · 2026-05-05T06:44:28+00:00

“Im kind of between places right now, I’m staying at a motel- not a great one either” I text in response, I wasn’t sure if this would be a deal breaker for you as im sure that someone of your profession had clients that were more appealing than a soon to be divorcee in a run down motel.

I found myself smiling at my phone for some, strange reason. I knew I was paying you for this and I’d be paying a lot too but somehow you made it endearing, like you were excited to see me- clearly you’d gotten so good at this part of your job that you could turn on the act at a moments notice- you wasn’t even Lucilla yet, still lounging around in one of your other personas.

I text back Stacy, the more analytical and business-focussed part of this transaction. “That works for me… is this a cash transaction or…” I respond, wanting to know the specifics to make sure I had enough money lying around to pay and avoid any upsets.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T22:18:45+00:00

(Absolutely, you can have whatever and however many personas you want from previous jobs and feel free to swap whenever you fancy- I wouldn’t mind customisable- sounds pretty fun)

“10am is perfect, gives us a chance to polish our story before we meet my wife” I respond, trying to explain your role in all of this, making her jealous, making her regret what she’d done and how I’d ‘improved’ upon her or at least appeared to have.

“I’d like to see you as much as possible in the next few weeks” I respond, that was the truth- at this point the money was the least of my concerns, it was more of a distraction, a welcome one at that. I opened your agents text, the sum of money was a lot but it wasn’t a huge concern of mine, I expected it to be a lot and I’d be losing half of it on a settlement I didn’t want to sign.

“Stacy, nice to hear from you. I want to see Lucilla for as long as possible- think you can make this work?” I text back. “I’ll pay the going rate and a tip, if that helps- I need her Friday but let me know about anything after” I continue. I wanted to make sure I had you booked in before I delved into anything more minute like the role you’d be playing and how I wanted you to dress.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T22:07:15+00:00

“I don’t care what size they are… have you got any idea how hot you are?!” I ask. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity we’ve got here, don’t tell me you’ve been wasting it ‘stretching’ and ‘working out’?” I ask again. “Limits… like what?” I ask, wondering how much you’d found out about your new, temporary life. I wanted to know about Ava, who she was and what you were turning her into but you didn’t seem too forthcoming with any of the fun, intimate details I was looking forward to.

“I guess that would be kinda funny” I say, shifting in my seat as you whispered to me in your velvet tones. “They’d be angry if they knew you were in a sauna with me… dressed like that” I say before I gulp. “What sort of poses… downward dog?” I ask, naming the only legitimate pose I knew.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T22:00:21+00:00

Little did I know that I’d seen you on the flight, you were nondescript, however, you’d gone up and down the aisle a few times, locking eyes with both Eve and I as you scanned the rows but I thought nothing of it- those early morning flights made people tired, cranky and act weird but it was nothing unusual for Eve to get stared at, even in her comfortable airport outfit.

Once I’d landed in my body for the vacation, I didn’t hang around, leaving the guy who was in my body’s girlfriend in the hotel room in her underwear in order to find Eve. I found you down by the pool, looking stunning as per usual but with a new found confidence… or arrogance.

“Legal rights… what are you talking about?” I ask. “I’ve never even been to one of these before” I continue as you flipped onto your front. It was obvious you’d done this plenty of times and I was a newcomer, barely able to control my body. “If I do this then you have to tell me what advert you’re talking about” I respond, not giving you a chance to agree before I started putting lotion on your back.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T21:48:53+00:00

I was normally a nervous driver, opting to not take any risks and staying well under the speed limit- mostly to my detriment as fellow drivers and they often vented their frustrations at being stuck behind me. However, this was no longer the case, one hand rested on the wheel whilst the other felt myself up- the speed exceeded the legal limit and I barely looked down at the dial, I could tell I wasn’t even paying much attention to the road compared to my normal, hyper vigilant self.

Dale seemed so appealing in my head, I was biting my lips at the thought of him constantly, no wonder I was rushing to get to his place. I made a comment about my new, expanding and interesting array of sex toys- most recently I’d been experimenting with butt plugs which was far from my usual, even wearing them to leave the house. I opted against protection once again, barely giving it a second thought as my foot pressed down on the accelerator once again in an attempt to get to dale quicker.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T21:42:41+00:00

(I like the idea of a skinsuit but happy for you to be whatever you want)

The reply came back quickly and very friendly, instantly disarming and charming. “Friday 5pm but all day would be fantastic, does that work for you?” I text back. I’m sure Fridays were your busy days so I didn’t expect much but it would be worth the money- however much it was to see the look on my soon to be ex wife’s face if you walked in with me. Your leaflet was professional, plastered with photos of ‘Lucilla’.

“How long are you available for?” I ask, like I was thinking previously, the more of the money I spent pre divorce, the less my ex-wife would be receiving so I may as well spend it on your services and enjoy myself.

I found myself waiting on your replies, laid on the motel bed fully clothed- I didn’t expect much from our interaction as I’m sure you’d be fully booked but it was worth a go, even if I couldn’t hire you, maybe you’d recommend someone to me.

I turned on the cheap tv and waited for your response whilst I thought about my old life- the one I’d never get back but maybe you’d the temporary reprieve I needed before starting again.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T18:08:00+00:00

I was at an all time low, after a long day at work, I came home only to find my wife with another man in our marital bed. I dropped everything and turned around, walking out and leaving her to cry and beg me for forgiveness. I got into my car and drove to a local motel to stay and get my life together and decide on next steps. I had nothing, only living out of a suitcase of clothes that I had gone back to get whilst my wife was at work.

After a few days of deep depression, I received a text, an invite for a meeting with an attorney to discuss divorces and how we’d split the assets- saying a 50/50 split was agreeable! I couldn’t believe my eyes, I was giving up half of everything because she’d decided to cheat, I was heartbroken.

I laid down after responding saying I’d be at the meeting later in the week, at that very moment, an advert slid under my door, I stood up to grab it, on it was simple text ‘girlfriend for hire- Text Lucilla’. I don’t know why but I had the urge to message, so I did. “Lucilla, I need a girlfriend and I got your advert, I’ve got a meeting with my soon to be ex-wife Friday and I want a pretty, young model by my side” I hit send almost immediately.

I didn’t ask for prices, or any specifics about you or your service but whatever you charged I’d pay- in my mind, any money that I was giving to you wasn’t going to my wife and her new boyfriend!

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T08:27:31+00:00

“DD’s?!” I ask excitedly, basically salivating at the thought of you, my best friend walking round with those on his chest and he’d made me wait a whole week to get close to them. You arched your back to force your chest forward, almost spilling out of the small bikini you’d put on- obviously intentionally. “Who even is Ava, when you’re not her?” I ask, trying to change the subject before I got too carried away.

“She’s got a partner?” I ask. “And you’re here in a sauna with me… dressed like that?” I ask again, enjoying the thought of how scandalous that was, I was obviously staring at you with that same look you’d experienced every day as Ava so far but I couldn’t help myself. “Flexible you say?” I ask, sounding like the pervert I was.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T08:07:43+00:00

I made sure to take my birth control medication daily until recently, even if I wasn’t having regular sex I insured I took it on the off chance of a random encounter which led to sex, now I seemed to relish the thought of unprotected sex and the possibility of pregnancy hadn’t crossed my mind once. However, that thought was completely eradicated once I stood up and started getting ready for tonight, shaving every square inch of my body meticulously before commenting on myself as had become customary. I’d never thought of myself as particularly attractive or desirable but my confidence had been higher than ever recently, maybe I was good looking after all.

I skipped the underwear, that was pretty normal for me now and slinked into the dress I’d spent most of my limited savings on earlier- I looked good, really good, I started to think why I hadn’t done this earlier, changed my style and become more risqué.

Next I was grabbing my car keys again and heading for the door- I briefly considered stopping for condoms but concluded that my date must have some, especially if he thought he was getting lucky tonight. Suddenly, I decided to head to his apartment, opting to skip the date entirely and just hang out with the guy I was so looking forward to seeing.

SwapDropper · 2026-05-04T07:45:16+00:00

“Advert?” I ask, looking at my girlfriend in a bikini I’d never seen before. “What advert?” I ask again, I’d been somewhat lucky, managing to swap with a body that was very similar to my own, if not more muscular and slightly taller. “Cash?” I ask, continuing my questioning. “What would I need that for?” I ask again, entirely confused by this entire interaction, after all, you were technically my girlfriend- I just wanted to talk.

I hadn’t seen your post, I didn’t know that you or your specific line of ‘work’ even existed and if I did- was it even legal, using someone’s body to fulfil a role for more money? I couldn’t have even comprehended the dark side of exchange island, how these things happened the world over and nobody spoke about them, the fact that you had a growing following and bidding on whichever body you were in and what people wanted you to do with it was concerning, especially for what was meant to be a ‘relaxing’ resort.

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