Thomas Anderson worked as a cybersecurity consultant. In his free time he hunted bounties by penetrating systems and finding vulnerabilities.

One night, after hours of digging and nearly an entire pizza, he finally cracked a system that was far too secure. The documents revealed the truth: this was the Planet Express mainframe.

The company had revolutionized travel. Instead of flying or long trips, people paid to instantly swap bodies with a host at their destination who wanted to visit where they already were.

Planet Express was extremely strict: males with males, matching sexual orientations, ethnicities, and so on, to ensure guests behaved appropriately in their host bodies. There had never been a single incident.

Thomas had an idea.

He booked a VIP pod. The staff was more discreet, you waited in an exclusive lounge, and, most importantly, they left you completely alone in the pod suite before and after the swap. No questions asked.

He had always wanted to visit Japan. Since he had never created an account, he hacked directly into the database and booked the next available name.

When the time came, he was called in. He stripped, put on the required robe to avoid any interference with the pod’s technology, settled in, and tapped Ready. Gas filled the closing pod and he drifted into sleep.

When he opened his eyes, everything felt wrong, too light, the pod too spacious. Through the thinning gas he saw the blinking Release button and pressed it. His hand felt delicate. As he stepped out, cold air caressed his skin and the space between his legs in a way he had never felt before.

He turned toward the full-wall mirror.

A petite, busty Japanese woman stared back at him, mimicking every movement. Long dark hair, delicate features, full breasts pressing against the robe. He slowly raised his hands to his chest. The woman in the mirror did the same. 

His fingers landed on soft, warm flesh.

His eyes widened.

He tore the robe open. The breasts he had only seen in the reflection now hung from his own chest. He cupped them, feeling their weight, then gently pinched the nipples. 

A sharp mix of pain and intense pleasure shot through him. They stiffened under his touch.

He had to get out before anyone noticed “this woman” touching herself.

He grabbed the woman’s belongings, dressed as best he could, and headed to the hotel he had booked.

They were expecting an Asian man, not her, but when he gave the secret security answer tied to the booking, they had no choice but to check him in.

 The staff assumed she was a companion Mr. Anderson hadn’t mentioned.

Finally alone in his hotel room, he stood in front of the mirror again.

The only explanation he could think of was that because he had hacked the system and never created a proper profile, the matching algorithm had treated him as a wildcard.

This young woman had been the unlucky first match who wanted to visit his city.

He would deal with that later.

For now, his hand was already sliding between his legs.