It's customary for the both of them to spend their Friday evening back in Sam's basement doing whatever things bros do. So far, they tried doing bong. When that became monotonous, they tried watching movies, as they smoke their bongs. It was fun and chill for both of them. But with the app suddenly appearing on Sam's phone, he knew this Friday evening would not be like the others.
"Did Prescott give you the stuff?" Warren asked as they descend the staircase.
"Warren, I have something to show you that's more fun that marijuana."
"What? Shrooms? You know that's illegal right?"
"It's not shrooms you dumbass. It's this." Sam pointed at the bland UI of the Wish Granting App.
"What am I supposed to look at?"
"This app can let me grant any wish I want."
Warren scratched the back of his head and gave a dumbfounded look. "You sure you didn't smoke Prescott's kush in the truck?"
"I did not and believe me this app is real."
"Hehe, he... You're smoked alright."
"I said I am not. Look."
With the app, Sam wished that he become a carbon copy of Warren. It's a strange wish to start but it'll pop him out of his socks from the shock alone.
When the app rang a bell, a hum then a small flash appeared from the phone. Warren was disoriented and lost his balance on the stairs. He was supposed to grab onto the railing to save him from the fall, but he grabbed Sam instead. And so, they both fell on the bottom of the stairs.
"That fucking hurt you asshole." Warren heard himself saying. But he swore that his mouth was too busy groaning in pain for him to say that. But he heard it and it's continuing its's long string of swears. When Warren finished rubbing the dust from his eyes, he saw himself wincing at the pain in his knees. It was a shocking sight to behold. Because first, his knee wasn't hurt by the fall and two, both his hands are at the floor. So contemporary thinking states that this isn't a mirror nor a trick of the light. Warren reached out to his doppelganger and he was in for a shock when he could touch him.
"Stop touching me," His doppelganger said.
"Wh- who are you?"
"Sam. Duh." Sam stretched out his hands and saw they weren't his. They were a bit tanner and somewhat longer. The shirt that he was previously wearing, turned into a shade of striped brown and red. His legs were devoid of hair and he seems to be wearing khaki shorts instead of his denim pants. "Wait, the wish worked. I did turn into you."
"Oh my god. The app works?"
"That's what I've been telling you."
"Did you expect me to believe that a wishing app exists?"
"Of course, cause' you're a gullible idiot"
"Asshole"
"Stop calling yourself asshole, asshole."
"Touche"
As for Warren, he thinks that this Doppelganger situation is weird to look at. It's him that isn't him. It's moving at its own accord without his conscious commands. It's strange and stranger still. But he'll see where it goes.
"So how does it feel to be in my body?" Warren asked. God! That question sounds so dirty.
"To be honest, it's funny. This is how it feels to be a loser huh?"
Warren hit Sam square into the chest.
"I'm joking. It feels like my own body. Although yours is a bit taller. Also, how do you see with these eyes? They're so thin. Hehehehe..." Sam chuckled as he stretched his eyes in front of the mirror. Despite his appearance, Warren doesn't have Asian genes. His family doesn't have thin eyes. So it was a great mystery about how he got these looks. People thought his mother had an affair but a simple DNA tasted disproved that.
As of now, there are several things Sam could do.