John pointed to two people.
The first was a woman, who appeared to be in her early 30s. She looked stunning and beautiful, and professional, as well. She had a black skirt suit on, with black high heeled shoes. She had her hair up in a bun, and she was eating a salad. She also had her briefcase next to her on the table, which John assumed was full of important business things.
At another table was a guy, maybe 17 or 18. He looked a bit handsome. He had a black Metallica shirt with baggy cargo pants, and black sneakers on. His hair was shoulder length, and messy. He was eating a burger with his friends, who also appeared to be rocker guys. He had his iPod on, but it was blasting so loud both John and Frank could hear it from their table. The guy was headbanging, also.
John and Frank both held onto the remote, and John pressed the button, and the two were switched.
The woman still had her hair like she usually did, but from the neck down, she had the teenage guy's grubby old clothes. She shrugged for a bit, and continued eating the salad, as if nothing has changed. Her posture wasn't feminine anymore, though. She had her legs wide open, and her back was bent instead of straight up. She remained quiet, and eventually finished her salad and walked away from the food court, briefcase in hand.
"Looks like she's still a businesswomen," Frank said. They turned to the other table.
The guy still had long, messy hair, but from the neck down, he had her skirt suit on, and high heels. He appeared dazed for a bit, and continued headbanging. He crossed his legs in a feminine manner, and started playing air guitar with his new, feminine hands.
"Dude, remind me why you're all dressed up today? Usually you wear grunge chic clothes."
"Remember, I have a job interview today, I have to look my best, dude!" he said, still doing a guitar solo. He went to grab a bite of his burger, and some ketchup from the burger dripped onto her, now his, blouse.
"Damn, this was my best blouse too. Looks like I'll have to go home and change real quick." he said, wiping the stain off of the boob of his shirt. He got up and walked away, and walked with his body posture straight up, walking perfectly in his new high heels, as he has all his life.
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