My Life on a Cassette Tape

I waved my now elongated hair out of my face. Berry punched my arm with a chuckle. Looking down at her, I saw myself instead, and still categorized it as beyond trippy to see myself when it wasn't a mirror. Not to mention I was now technically a tad shorter than myself, especially since I was wearing heels. I had had to practice walking for several minutes before I gave up and recorded that I figured it out, and suddenly I had.

"Why do you insist on me wearing heels while in your body?" I asked with Berry's voice.

"Because they make my butt look tight and are just plain sexy." I heard my own voice say. I groaned, pinching my wine colored nose. "Hey now, that doesn't look sexy. If you're gonna be me, you gotta be sexy! Now come on. Put some play in those hips! Sway the chest ever so slightly! And then, once you got that all down, act like you don't know you're doin' it!"

"And you were saying that I didn't have to act as much of a slut as I might think." I shot back with a grin. Sighing, I began to walk, attempting to portray the walk naturally.

"Little more hip action!" My voice called out encouragingly. "Don't push the boobs with your arms, that's too obvious! Let them sway a tad but don't over do it!" I did my best not to show my exasperation as I turned to face myself.

"Now you walk to me." I said, still adjusting to hearing Berry talk when I tried to talk. It was almost like a speech jammer. Berry smoothed my... her... his hair back, and then began to walk normally towards me. Once... they reached me, I couldn't help but be stunned at the lack of 'hip action' and 'chest sway'.

"Look, Champ, it's a lot easier to turn it off than to turn it on." She teased.

"Then talk like me." I challenged, which caught her off guard.

"Not sure if you've noticed, but I am. My voice is what yours used to be, and vice a versa." Berry said impetuously, putting her... she's a she in a he, so whatever - her hands on her hips... my hips... this wouldn't not be confusing.

"Kid, you sound nothing like little Kressle." I said, putting on my best imitation of her mannerisms. "I, on the other hand, can fuck and suck. I can subtly wiggle these puppies around a bit." I said, hefting the breasts that had presented the oddest shift in mass above all others. "Or maybe I'll just jiggle 'em in your face. But either way, you," I poked her nose, "sound nothing like Cress."

"Oh... am I really like that all the time?" She asked, looking me up and down. "Oh, I know!" She then put on a confused face, sighed, and then rubbed her temples. I blinked. She looked up at me and blinked. I sighed as I began to rub my temples. "See, I win!"

"No, you don't." I shot back. "You need to talk like me. You talk so easily about sexy this and sexy that, but I don't."

"Fair point, fair point, but counter argument: The pony or ponies after you don't know that." She pointed out. "All they know is that you were nervous when the head honcho confronted you, but that could've been you just being caught off guard, which is pretty much true."

"Yes," I began, "I know that. But! I rather not everypony in town think I'm basically just Berry Punch in a stallion's skin." Berry waved me off, turning away.

"Fine, I'll talk all boring like. How's this: We need to make a plan, and then execute on that plan, and after that I'll... I'll go home with my m-mares."

"Laying it on a bit thick, but it's closer." I admitted. "Now, we just have to see what the others were able to cook up." She nodded, heading out of the dining area, opening the door for me as I grabbed her bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

"Ladies first." She said with a bow.

"Not sure if I should slap or blow you for that one, honey." I teased in my best Berry-like way. She went redder than I thought my body could.

"It's an experience being on this end of it." She remarked, blinking a few times before she followed me into the living room. Everypony present looked over to me and Berry as we entered, and I did my best to do the walk as she said to do it. Rainbow whistled, clapping her hands wildly. I suppose that was a good sign.

"All set?" Twilight asked as she looked over to us.

"I actually decided against it." Berry said with my voice. I was about to counter that, when I though it was a good exercise to see if we could fool these ponies.

"Yeah, he chickened out last second. Didn't like the thought of losing his big friend downstairs, even if it meant getting these two in exchange." I said, hefting the boobs happily. Berry sighed a long suffering sigh that I knew for a fact likely left me once or twice a day ever since I met her.

"Alright... so what's the plan?" Twilight asked, obviously doubting our story.

"Well," I interrupted, "Cress-boy thought it would be a better idea to give me the recorder." I said, bringing the artifact out from my cleavage. Berry had told me to hide it there as soon as the switch was made, and honestly, besides the mild discomfort and possibility that the recorder was going to get activated by the plush boob flesh, it was a decent idea.

"Alright, hope you two have had fun." Periwinkle said as she stood up. "How about you drop the act." Everypony looked to her.

"Act? What are yuh-" Applejack began, only to be interrupted by Berry and I laughing.

"So which part of it gave it away?" I asked through tears as the laughing subsided.

"Well, for one, you didn't say something like 'Cress gave me this to stick in my boobs' or 'Cress gave me a new toy' or anything along those lines. Your line was a tad too direct." Spry noted. "And you," She pointed to Berry, "were brief enough, but I - though not having as much experience with how Cressie talks - do know your particular brand of short answers. Otherwise, you both were pretty good."

"You mean they actually did go through with it?" Rarity asked, looking over both of us as if she could tell if we had or hadn't magically transformed into each other by looking closely.

"Crawl up to me and beg like a puppy." Berry ordered, and though Rarity blinked as if she was processing an order, she didn't do it in the end.

"Rarity, show me them titties." I ordered in the most Berry-like way possible. Immediately the white pony smiled, lowering her top to show her ample bosom.

"It really is you!" Rarity exclaimed happily.

"I'm lost. How exactly was that proof?" Raven asked, looking between the three of us.

"Well, you couldn't feel it, darlin', but when Cress spoke, even in Berry's voice, I think the rest of us felt the power; I an' Rarity did at least." Applejack explained.

"Yeah! When Berry used Cressie-Wessie's voice it felt like a random pony, but when Cressums used Berry's voice, I could feel it like electric submission coursing through my veins!" Pinkie added with a shiver.

"Cressie-Wessie? Cressums?" I asked blankly, an odd sound for Berry's voice.

"Hey, we only got Cress, Cresh, Cressie, and Kressle. We gotta have more pet names for our Kressle-Wessle!" She said with infectious enthusiasm.

"Up to recently I almost exclusively went with Cresh as the go to shortening of my name." I confessed.

"How 'bout Rou? You said your name was Rousing Crescendo, makes sense to me." Applejack offered.

"Or RC, that sounds good to me." Rainbow offered.

"I... I like Master... or Cress." Fluttershy mumbled.

"I agree that 'Master' certainly sounds the finest." Rarity said. "Though for more... public settings, I like Kressle, it sounds more dignified and less foalish."

"Kressle-kun, Cresslie, RooRoo, Rousle, RoCree, Sendo, Recro, OusSend, DoRo, Esen, RouNdo!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, bouncing about the place.

"Honestly, I like Cress." Twilight said simply. "But either way, we have business. This is what I've come up with." She said, floating over an object that for all the world looked like the recorder and mic combo I was holding. "It really is an apple, but a bit of transformation magic and you got yourself a recorder doppelganger. Do be careful with it though. If you bump it around too much it will revert to an apple." Berry nodded, taking it and placing the 'recorder' in my windbreaker's pocket. It was odd to think that though she was in a fake version of my body, the clothes very much were mine. But that one I did know because we had to strip before we downed the potions, an exercise that gave Berry plenty of time to make aggravatingly sexy remarks.

"Fortunately for you," Twilight continued, "the potions, as specified in the recording, won't be wearing off for a while and physical trauma won't undo it either. We'll have some time before our pursuer catches on hopefully, and when they do they'll have to figure out who got the switch treatment." I paused at that one, a thought striking me.

"He can ask." I said simply.

"We won't tell him, Cressie. Don't you trust us?" Twilight seemed hurt.

"I trust you all explicitly, but he's got something you can't counteract: a power similar to my own." I reminded them. "He can move through my power without flinching as I can with his, but none of you can do the same. I've seen it in action." The room grew quiet, everypony considering it.

"I suppose that means we all will have to hunker down, huh? Can't have him prying it out of us with his 'power'." Applejack shrugged. "Guess that also means turning Berry into yuh was a tad bit of a waste."

"No..." I said slowly. "Berry, with me, please. Everypony, get prepared to head out with your preassigned partners, this'll only take a few." I turned out of the room and reentered the kitchen.

"What's the plan, Cress?" Berry asked.

"You'll see soon enough." I replied, setting the recorder down as I started jotting down a few lines on a piece of scratch paper. This would be dangerous, but it was more dangerous to not do it.

I waved Berry off, watching as she left with Periwinkle in tow. "Party 'Pigeon' has departed the nest." I noted, marking down the time on the spreadsheet by the door. "Time is half past five. We'll wait for forty-five to head out." I said, tapping on the paper by the door on the empty slot for 'Party Raven'.

"Are you sure this'll work?" Raven asked, looking over the times for the different parties.

"If it doesn't we'll have more trouble, and if we didn't do this, we'd have a greater amount of trouble." I noted, pushing the raspberry hair out of my face. "Our next step is to start our own recon, and the first thing to do in that list of orders is likely to be one of the diciest." I grabbed a stack of papers, sitting down by the fireplace as I began to read the one on top.

"With little explanation, the pen mic became a wireless mic attached to a single earbud and the recorder became able to accommodate such a device. The mic's sensitivity only allowed it to pick up those who spoke directly into it - whether in a whisper or louder it didn't matter. The body of it was so colored, and so thinly constructed - though with durable materials that weren't likely to break - that the entire assembly was nigh invisible when worn, though it stuck out when taken off." I switched off the record button, waiting to see the change, and, to my growing smile, the pen mic faded away, replaced with what I had asked for. Looking at the recorder, I saw dongles that stuck out of the mic and head phone ports, the recorder's concession for making it fit the parameters asked for. Tossing the papers into the roaring fire, I smiled, knowing that all likely circumstances wouldn't allow anypony to deduce what we had so carefully planned.

"That's all well and good, but why not ask that the entire tape player and recorder becomes something more portable?" Raven asked, watching me put on the mic and headphone assembly.

"Because I doubt the recorder would allow itself to be changed. Mind you, I haven't tried, but I prefer not to ask it too much and then lose it." I replied, pressing play on the tape, happy to hear audio in the one ear. With a surge of curiosity, I pressed the rewind button, flipping up the volume wheel on the recorder as I did, recalling that the past recordings seemed to be rather quiet. Playing a few times and rewinding a few more times, I found my way to where I wanted to be.

"The door to the cafe was thrown open with a sudden force as an unexpected arrival entered followed by three mares. He stood out from the rest as he shrugged off the Straight Record's power. Activating his own hidden power he asked- I fast forwarded a bit, looking to find something specific I needed - besides the sudden revelation of the recording's proper name... the Straight Record. The stallion, as the ponies disappeared, grunted in frustration, before turning to those that remained. "Perhaps I can still use you all. You are my slaves, right?" All the ponies agreed to-

I paused it, sighing. I might have to scan it more closely later on. If I knew the stallion's name it would make things easier. Standing up, I looked at the clock and saw the time, nodding as I saw I could now leave with Raven.

"Alright, let's get out there. Hopefully we can figure some things out."