"Are you sure about this? It's a big step, and I know you're not really prepared for it, because no one could be" said Sandra, a twenty-two year old black woman as she entered the TG soda shop with her friend.
"It doesn't matter" said the pale-skinned 21 year old man. "If I'm really against straight white male privilege, I can't be a straight white man. What would be more hypocritical than pretending to be against it while enjoying it?"
He turned to the soda jerk. "I would like a chocolate soda with a lemon twist." (The lemon twist ensured that the new body would be bisexual.)
"Tell me when to stop" said the soda jerk, pouring from the can into a tall frosted glass. The man was silent until the last few drops had fallen. The jerk added a fresh-squeezed lemon twist. "Ice cream?" he asked. Two scoops would ensure extra-generous breasts.
"No." the man said. He hesitated a moment, and then raised the glass to his lips. The jerk turned to Sandra "Anything for you, miss?"
"No, I'm fine."
The man drained about half the glass, paused and drank the rest. "Oh wow."
His skin was darkening, his nose flattening, his eyes changing from green to a lustrous brown. His hair changed from a dull straight brown to a kinky black. Sandra laughed. "You go natural, cool!"
He was shrinking in the vertical, but growing in the horizontal, particularly in the chest, hips and buttocks. His internal organs were rearranging themselves, as the makeup of every chromosome in her body changed.
She looked through the ID in the purse which had suddenly appeared. "I'm Shaniquah" she said "People are going to be able to discriminate against me just on my name! They won't even have to see me!"
"C'mon sis" said Sandra "I have much to teach you."
"As a woman of color" said Shaniquah "I resent that."
The two friends burst out laughing.