Andrew started when the phone rang. Dropping it, he snarled at his own fear. Surely, with his birthday party tomorrow he could join David and Jack as being safe from the draft.
Snatching it from the floor, Andrew stabbed a rigid finger against the screen, connecting David.
"Ha! Ha!" His voice filled with vitriol, "Not... fucking... funny..." he said tightly down the phone.
"W.What?" David answered, "Is the party off?" he asked in confusion. "What are you pissed about?" His tone softening.
After a few angry exchanges, David found the cause of Andrew's fury, and convinced him he wasn't behind the joke.
Nothing David could say would convince Andrew that one of his other friends wasn't behind the cruel prank. A night of drinking and partying lay ahead of him... Spoiled now, by this.
A niggle at the back of his mind sniggered, and sneered that it wasn't a joke. That some would find out the day before their birthday. The lump of ice in the pit of his stomach refused to ease.
Andrew didn't want to accuse all his friends, so hoping that he could discover who was behind it. Andrew opened the e-mail.
It looked genuine, at least to his untrained eyes. Nausea rose in his throat, after the formal letter explained the purpose of the draft. Everyone knew! His teeth ground, as he read the next paragraph thanking him for the sacrifice.
Reaching the third paragraph, he hoped he was reaching the punchline for the gag. He tapped the link, and was lead to a new page. It was an program that claimed to show him how he could look as a woman. The range available was impressive. His DNA capable of producing a very beautiful woman. They were all wide-hipped, perhaps a limit set by the draft board... or just a hidden detail in his DNA.
A part of Andrew was oddly proud of that, before quashing that thought. This was joke software, not real. Andrew was invited to shape his future personally, and attend the clinic to receive his personalised dose of feminax.
That had to be the location for the party. Andrew convinced himself, looking the software over. Andrew mulled what sort of woman he'd want to present to his friends. What kind of prank he could play on them...
Andrew went to work designing his 'future female form'...
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