Body-Swap with a Prostitute (CYOA)

The scent of sandalwood and jasmine hangs thick in the hallway as your drunken stumble follows the hostess deeper into Heaven's Touch. Your work buddy, Dave, had slapped your back with slurred enthusiasm—"You need t'loosen up, you! Getcha first real experience!"—before vanishing with a giggling blonde into another room. Now, sliding doors of dark cherrywood part to reveal your private sanctuary. Soft, golden light spills from paper lanterns onto tatami mats. To your left, a padded massage table draped in black silk dominates the space, bottles of oil gleaming on a bamboo tray beside it. Straight ahead, a low king-sized bed beckons with crimson sheets and a mountain of pillows. An open archway reveals a wet room: steam curling over a sunken marble tub big enough for three, shelves stacked with fluffy towels, and a rainfall showerhead glinting in the shadows. Then she steps from the bathroom's mist—Kaede. Her light brown bob-cut hair frames a face of deceptive innocence: high cheekbones flushed pink from the steam, dark almond eyes holding a calm intelligence. She’s already naked, having shed her robe. Her body is a study in soft contradictions—slim waist flaring into gently rounded hips, thighs that promise strength beneath their smoothness. Her breasts are modest but perfectly shaped, B-cups with dusky pink nipples already pebbled tight from the room’s cool air. A tiny silver ring glints in her left nipple. She moves with liquid grace, the muscles in her calves flexing as she pads toward you barefoot. "Welcome, sir," her voice is a melodic murmur, like silk sliding over skin. "Shall we begin with a bath? It helps... dissolve tension." She gestures toward the steaming tub, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her gaze flicks to the clock—11:45 PM. Last client. Almost home. That’s when your whiskey-laden foot catches it—a slick, half-empty bottle of lube near the massage table’s leg. Time warps. The room tilts. You crash forward, arms flailing. Kaede’s eyes widen, a gasp tearing from her throat as you slam into her. Your foreheads crack together with a sickening thud. --- Blackness. You blink awake on the tatami floor, head throbbing. Disorientation floods you—the ceiling seems too close, the scents too sharp. You try to push yourself up... and freeze. Soft, pale hands. Delicate wrists. The unfamiliar weight of breasts pressing against thin silk—wait, silk? You’re wearing Kaede’s discarded robe, loosely tied. Panic surges as you look down. Slender legs. Bare feet with painted pink toes. "Fuck." The curse is deep, rough, utterly male. Your head snaps up. You are standing over you. Your own familiar body, your own familiar face, the broad shoulders in the rumpled shirt Dave lent you after you spilled beer on yours. But the eyes staring down from your face aren’t yours, not really. They’re Kaede’s dark, intelligent, wide with shock and... dawning fascination. Your own hand—his hand now—reaches up, pressing against your jaw. He flexes the fingers, turns the palm over, stares at the calluses. A slow, almost scientific curiosity lights his borrowed features as his other hand drifts lower, tentatively palming the noticeable bulge in the borrowed trousers. "Well," your own voice says, but with Kaede’s serene cadence, laced with stunned wonder. "This is... unexpected." Her gaze snaps back to you—to the body she just vacated. "And you... you’re in mine?" A faint, almost predatory smile touches your lips. "We have a lot to discuss, you. Starting with the fact that my shift ends in twenty minutes... and management expects this body," she gestures down at herself—at you, "to finish its appointments." --- **Choices:** A: Demand answers immediately, scrambling back in panic (Realistic) B: Poke your new breast experimentally and yelp (Fun) C: Ask calmly how to reverse this while clutching the robe shut (Safe) D: Grin and suggest "testing" each other's bodies thoroughly (Mischievous) F: Threaten to scream and expose the brothel unless she fixes this (Mean) G: Try to lick your own elbow just to see if you can in this body (Insane) H: Moan softly while exploring the wet heat between your new thighs (Horny)