Emile was taller. And darker. He was slim and well dressed, but still recognizably Emile, just black. Raquel strained her mind. Why had she wanted to change Emile, anyway? He was a perfectly fine boyfriend. She remembered when she met him. They had been waiting in line at a fast food restaurant and he’d started chatting her up. He had been shy and sincere. Love at first sight. She wanted him back. She snapped a photograph.
Instead of the tall black man she knew and loved stood a short Asian woman with a massive ass. Wait? Why had she tried to change Emil? She loved his dark skin and his large eyes. She wanted him back.
She snapped a picture. Like that, the stood a tall white man dressed in a tank top and board shorts. He was super cute with long wavy hair. Much better than that bitch Emily who always stole her clothing. He turned around. “Are you coming Raquel?”
“What. Yeah. Yeah.” She hurried to catch up, slyly pinching his ass.
Emile was lost in thought. His head felt a little hazy and he pondered leaving Rick as Raquel. But that would be wrong. “Let me hold the camera babe.”
“Why. I thought we were done with it?”
“Yeah. I just want to look at it.” Raquel handed it to him.
Emile decided it was time. He was a go getter so he did t try to be sly. He simply held it up and snapped a photo. Instead of the lovely Latina he was now looking at a rather pissed Rick, red hair and all. But Emile had lost the thread - he couldn’t remember why her wanted to change his girlfriend Raquel into a man. He snapped anothe photo. Rick was replaced with an elderly woman. Why had he wanted to change his bro. Fuck, he’d taken sixty years off his life. He snapped another photo. Staring back at him was a gorgeous redhead with double ds. Emile smiled. He’d done the old woman a favor by giving her back her youth.
“Come on babe. Let’s go home” she said. “I know someone who’s going to get lucky tonight.”
“What about the camera?”
“We can figure it out later...”