When the Role Exchanger put Emmett James in the body of his neighbor's 19 year-old daughter Bethany Sloane, he had become immediately terrified that he might gain elements of her personality as well. He had seen the news reports and read the stories online: oftentimes, people affected by the Role Exchanger had their intelligence, education, language, likes and dislikes, and even entire personalities irreversably changed!
This was especially concerning for Emmett since Bethany was, frankly speaking, a bimbo. She had gone to the local community college on a cheerleading scholarship after graduation, but had been expelled for sleeping with a professor for a better grade. She now lived at home with her parents and seemed to spend all her time posting endless series of slutty selfies online.
Emmett had attempted to chat with her out of politeness on numerous occasions. He would be out working on his car or bringing in groceries when Bethany's dude-of-the-week would come to pick her up. She would mince over to the car in her halter-top and miniskirt and, in response to Emmett's greeting, giggle and say something to the effect of "Like, ohmigawd Mr. J, you scared me, like, SO bad! Haha, I gotta go, don't tell daddy you saw me, mkay?" He had long since given up trying to be neighborly and instead would shake his head and lament the obviously poor parenting Bethany had received.
Now Emmett was a carbon copy of the result of the Sloane's poor parenting. Her large breasts, her butterfly tramp stamp, her naval and (he shuddered) clit piercings... they were all his now. But what else of Bethany's had he got?
Immediately after his arrival in her sexy teenage body, Emmett went through a mental checklist. Mental math? Check. Memory of famous literature? Check. His education as a chemical engineer? Check. It seems that he hadn't lost his intelligence or education, thank god. Reciting the Gettysburg address outloud reassured him that he had kept his language abilities and speech patterns. How about her lack of ambition? He checked to see if he had any hidden desire to quit his job and move back in with his parents. Nope, definitely not. Hell, even his fashion sense was unchanged; he had no problem changing into some old, raggedly sweats in his closet!
Now, the big one. He gulped, and reluctantly called to mind the image of a buff, handsome man with no shirt smiling at him. And to his delight, his body did not react at all! He hurridly began thinking about his favorite porn actresses and, although the physical sensations coming from his body were disturbing (were pussies really supposed to leak that much just from thinking about sex?) he was ecstatic to find that he had kept his sexual orientation and had no desire to prowl clubs for guys to fuck as Bethany had bragged about online. Was it possible he had escaped the Role Exchanger with his psyche unscathed?
For a few days, Emmett was relieved. Bethany's mother Mrs. Sloane had got the alcoholism and gambling addiction of a passing motorist; if the worst thing Emmet had to deal with was a hot young body and a monthly period, he would count his lucky stars!
Unfortunately, he wasn't quite so lucky. One morning while getting ready for work, he felt a bizzarre sensation, unlike any he had ever known: he had an uncontrollable urge to take a selfie. He had never taken a selfie before in his life (just ask someone else to take the photo like a normal person!) but his internal protests were insignificant against the overwhelming weight of the compulsion. Right before he took it, he made the "duckface" he had seen online on a whim, and quickly posted the selfie to his personal social media account. Although he was able to go to work normally after he did so, he was unable to concentrate on his job, instead anxiously staring at his phone awaiting notifications that someone had "liked" his picture! To his discomfort, he found that there was now nothing more important to him than increasing the amount of online attention he received.
Emmett quickly realized that he had picked up the part of Bethany's personality that made her a "social media whore." He began posting selfies and photos more and more frequently, and when they didn't receive the number of likes he wanted, he immediately began to dress more and more slutty. He had no compulsion to dress that way, but had realized that doing so would drastically increase the number of followers he gained and likes he received. It was a total no brainer.
It took no more than two weeks for Emmett to have reclaimed Bethany's online presence as a slutty teen bimbo. This pic, for instance, had taken him almost an hour; he had to make sure his hair and makeup were perfect, his boobies were squeezed together in center frame, and he had the perfect sexy little smirk on his face. He posted it with the caption: "feelin cute in my new bikini and ready for a HOT day at the beach! hope u boys can help me lick my ice cream cones ;) xoxo #summerfun #selfie"
He grinned as he lowered the phone and began to get ready for work. A caption that made him sound like a slutty airhead guaranteed that his picture would be hugely popular!