I saw myself with long red hair just like Tom did. My eyes were green.
"Stop looking in the mirror," Tom said.
"Don't you think its weird my hair is long and red?"
"Nope," he said. He bent down and started to line up his shot. I heard another beep on my phone and I saw images for body type. I could pick from athletic, dancer, petite, average, BBW, curvy. As he started to push the cue forward I selected athletic. He missed his shot, nothing happened to us. I sighed a heavy breath.
I stepped up to the table, evaluated my options, lined up my shot, and sunk it. As I started to go for my next shot, I felt myself shrinking down. A glance in the mirror and I could see that my body had indeed shrunk, so had Tom's. I didn't have much of a bust, but my hips had flared out and my shoulders were more narrow. Tom had also shrunk, though not as much.
"I don't get it, I selected athletic," I said.
"But Tom selected average, and you made the shot," Erin appeared from around the corner.
"What is going on?"
"I'm giving you and opportunity," she said. "You want a guaranteed date, you need to be the one in power of the yes. You need to be the girl."
"But why both of us? And why doesn't he seem to notice the changes?"
"Because at the end of the night, either the two of you will remain best friends, just changed. Or one of you will remain female, the other returning back to normal, and you will be a couple."
I looked over at Tom, he was looking at his phone. "And if we don't finish the game?"
"I think you'd look kinda weird like this. You might want to finish. By the way, no talking changes." She walked away and Tom looked up from his phone. Take your shot dude." I gulped.
I heard a beeping on his phone, thinking I needed to hurry, I took my shot. I missed. Tom stood up and lined up his shots. I heard a beep on my phone. I got the option for breast size. I selected D, I always thought that had been a nice size. Tom hit his shot and I could feel my chest expand. Without a bra to hold them, my breast bounced freely and were definitely sensitive through the fabric of my shirt. I realized, I should just let Tom win, then I could control the changes.
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