Sam decided to try to talk to Warren. He knew his friend and he trusted that perhaps he could make Warren believe his story.
"Can I come in, Warren?" he asked, marveling at his deeper voice.
Warren reluctantly opened the door and Sam walked in.
"Ok, Summers, what could be so important that you show up at my house for the first time since first grade?" Warren asked in a suspicious tone. "Is this part of some prank you and your friends are pulling on me? If that's the case, you can just leave right now."
Sam had never heard Warren like this. The guy was usually so clowning and upbeat. In this reality, years of loneliness must have made his friend a real cynic. This might be harder than he thought.
"Listen, Warren, I came to you because you're the only person I trust with what I'm about to tell you."
"Me? You don't even know me."
Sam took a deep breath. "See, that's the thing. I do know you. Very well, in fact. We're best friends."
Warren said, "Now I know you're delusional. How can you be my best friend if we haven't spoken in ten years?"
"Your favorite color is yellow. Your dream is to be a video game designer. You're adopted, but no one knows outside of your family and me."
Warren was stunned. "How...?"
"Because I'm telling the truth. I have an app that grants me wishes. I used it to change my body, but when I came over here I realized that wasn't the only thing that changed. You didn't know me anymore," Sam said.
Warren didn't know what to say. But then he said, "Show me this app."
Sam whipped out his phone. As he opened the app, Warren found himself looking at the guy. He was quite a specimen, with his bulging arms and chest, 6-pack, thick legs, and chiseled face, all in a pair of tight shorts and a Hollister muscle shirt. Warren wasn't gay, but when he saw Sam Summers he couldn't help but feel a bit aroused.
Sam said, "Here it is. All you do is type your wish and it comes true. I'll even prove it to you."
Sam looked around, then he saw Warren's younger brother, Carson, outside playing with some friends in the yard. He was 12 years old and rail-thin, weighing 115 pounds.
"Let's see," Sam said...