Inside his large bedroom, Tommy and his friends sprawled out on the floor and the bed. Liam and Pris were using their iPads, iPhones and earbuds. They were all inadvertently reading and watching the same content on the net: the T-gene, T-Girls, T-jokes ... really anything involving the T-rex gene phenomenon.
Liam inspected Pris' arms again. They looked ... thicker to him.
“What?” Pris asked as if she had a sixth sense.
“Nothing,” he said back quickly.
Pris scrolled through the images of T-Girls that flooded the internet, paying attention to their abs (which were always exposed) and their legs bulging with muscularity. She turned to Liam, who was lying on the carpet.
“May I ask you a personal question?”
“No, you may not,” he said.
“Do you find them hot? Muscles and all?”
Pris showed him the six and half foot tall surfer with breasts that could feed Africa displayed on her iPad. The image was nearly pornographic considering the amount of muscle and breast tissue hardly contained by a relatively small bikini.
“Yeah, why not? It is the 21st Century, after all.”
Liam maintained his cool. The photos of those tall T-Girls were enough to make butterflies in his stomach. They were all beautiful and perfect in their own way. And watching one live and up-close was overwhelming - like the one time he actually met one!
Liam was at the airport when he saw a stunning Amazon around the same age as him. While the towering girl was pissed by the uncomfortable small seats, the small phone, the people gawking at her, and her constricting clothes, he still felt she was approachable. Liam tried to make small talk with her. But when her ice-cold eyes bore into him Liam decided that he was probably not the first guy to try that same maneuver that day, and was likely much more closer to the hundredth. Her intimidating gaze made him stutter and eventually just walk away, feeling humiliated and ashamed.
Liam understood why some people called them teases.
“Can you imagine how my brothers would freak out if I start to grow muscles like these?” Pris wondered out loud.
That was weird, Liam thought.
“It's a good thing that I don’t have sisters,” he said.
Pris flexed her arm. A small biceps muscle rose up on her arm.
“I would trade all my loser brothers for a sister,” Pris said, swiping through more photographs of towering muscled girls flexing some body part, turning page after page like it was a shoe catalog.
Liam watched her pinching over a big female bicep until it filled her screen.
“May I ask you a personal question?”
“You may not,” Pris said.
“Are you a lesbo?”
“Not until now,” Pris said as she examined the image closely. “I definitely would want to touch them ... wouldn’t you? Out of curiosity? It must feel so different.”
“Only now you appreciate what those Amazons look like? I thought that you said big muscles like those were gross ... vulgar ... lewd ... ”
“I never said that they were lewd. I think they are like wine - time and exposure makes you appreciate it more. Its form, its shape, the composition...”
“You don’t even like wine. You drink beer.”
“Okay, it is like beer. At first you don’t like it, but then you like it and want lots of it,” Pris said as she turned around.
Liam noticed another thing about her: her butt was sticking out more. His suspicions about her were starting to become an assurance.
“Pris… are you…?”
Her head slowly turned in response to his question, waiting for it.
“Nah… it can’t be,” he mumbled dismissively.
Liam felt it was too silly to ask.
After all, if Pris is about to become a T-Girl, there will be no way to hide it for long, he thought.
“Stop being weird,” said Pris, amused with his confusion.
Pris wondered how long it would take Liam to figure out her cues.