"I'm telling you, bro," Ryan drawled, lifting himself over the side of the car, "I could've had her."
"Spanish girl?" Casey wondered, scratching idly beneath the rim of his snapback, "With the pillow lips and the highlights?"
"What highlights?" Ryan asked in put upon obliviousness, "Stopped looking someplace farther down."
"'Course you did," Casey laughed, "You're a beast, man."
"You know it, babe," Ryan chuckled.
Casey nodded, gunning the engine, though he tapered off, "Wha..what did you call me, bro?"
Ryan blinked, "You know it, dude. I said dude."
"Oh," Casey nodded, "Yeah, obviously. Kinda zoned out or whatever for a second, there."
"Contact high?"
"Girl, plea..." now it was Casey's turn. He stopped himself, feeling his throat, massaging his Adam's apple.
"Casey?" Ryan asked, a note of concern creeping into his voice, "Casey, man, you...ugh..." he grabbed his own throat, feeling it begin to itch, "...okay?"
"I...I don't...ooh..." Casey was flushed, sweat beading his brow. With one hand pressed to his throat and the other running up and down his chest, "I don't know what's...fucking...wrong with me. Feeling...oh, girl yes..." he practically moaned the words in an impossible octave, "...fucked up."
"Something's happening to us," Ryan ran his hands down his face, "My...my fucking beard, man. My beard!"
The coarse, bristly hairs on his face began pulling back into his skin even as he desperately ran his fingers through them.
"Mine too..." Casey inspected his own fading mustache, noticing as he did that his hands were different. They were shrinking, becoming thinner, daintier, smoother.
"Feeling...feeling weak," said Ryan, holding out his arms, "No, not the guns, not my...oooh..." his voice hiked again, "my gorgeous muscles!"
They began to shrink, their arms getting thinner, more brittle. Scrawny. Their moans gradually heightened in pitch, becoming more girlish, even squeaky.
"So...fucking hot!" Casey pulled off his snapback, letting a new wave of chestnut hair fall across his brow, before forming back into a perfectly manicured swooping wave over the top of his head. Moaning, he lowered his face against Ryan's rapidly thinning middle, moistening lips forming wordless noises of exhaustion and distress against his smoothing skin.
"Casey...Casey, what are you fucking..." Ryan moaned, "Oh, baby, keep doing that. Yes, oh my God..."
He felt his legs getting thinner, smoother, thick jeans thinning to acid wash jorts, Casey perfectly positioned between his legs, going through the same changes.
"Ry...Ry, your face!" Casey lifted his face long enough to gasp up at his friend.
Blearily, Ryan lifted his hand to feel his smoother jaw, his soft brow, foreign and familiar all at once, "I know, baby. Yours too."
Casey felt his own face, breathing uneven, "We're...we're not...argh!" he bent over, letting out a scream, "My...feet!"
Ryan felt the same pain, his sneakers seeming to come alive, rubbing furiously against the skin of his feet, burning like hot fire.
"It's..." the realization came to him like a wave, whole bits of another life coming into his head, "It's the sneak...AH!"
His feet came free, bare and thin, delicate toes spasming forward, knocking Casey back into the steering wheel, feet pressing against his chest as the callouses faded, smoothed out.
Casey opened his eyes, breathing heavily, "Ryan?" he sat up at once, "Ryan, baby, oh my God...what happened to me? To us..."
"I...I don't..." Ryan met his friend's eyes, "Case? You know me, right?"
"Of course I do, silly. You're my best boy," he smiled, though a little uneasily, "But we...what are..."
He looked around his car, not effortlessly turned back to a spotless new convertible, "Did something happen?"
Ryan thought about telling him, but took another look at his feet, then at Casey's, "Nah. Nothing like that."
"Huh, that's weird," Casey wiggled his toes, "I had shoes. Didn't I? I mean, I thought I..."
A beautiful and terrible idea came to Ryan's mind, "You know. I think I know just the place where we can get some shoes."
"Really?" Casey brightened.
"Girl, have I ever steered you wrong?"
"Never ever, honey."
He snapped his fingers, Ryan snapped back, a smirk spreading over his face.