Sam rolled her eyes and sighed. “Okay tall blondes.... Hmm....” She tapped her chin thinking. “Let’s see we could go with a Taylor Swift.... A Karlie Kloss... A Blake Lively.....” I gave Sam another shrug. It didn’t matter to me and I was worried if I let my mind wander that I could cause a cascade of changes. “You just want me to come up with someone?” I nodded yes as Sam began thinking out loud. “Okay then... An actress? Nah too cliché.... A singer maybe? Meh, kind of boring.... A model? They have the height, but they are too frail.... Hmmm.... Maybe an athlete.... Yeah.... Let’s see...” Sam continued to mumble to herself, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“Done!” Sam said showing me a picture of mid 20s Maria Sharapova. “She’s tall, she’s blonde, and she has normal tits. What else could you ask for?” Sam seemed pretty confident in her choice, and since I didn’t want to think too deeply about things I went along with her pick. “Perfect! Give me one second.” Sam began fiddling with my phone.
“Annnnd.... DONE!” Sam proudly displayed the face swapped image. It was actually pretty good. Had I just glanced at the image I wouldn’t have realized it wasn’t real. I took the phone and began to concentrate on the image. ”Sandy has always looked like this. She’s tall, she’s blonde, and she’s in shape..... This is Sandy..... This is Sandy....” I thought to myself as my mind began to feel hazy. My thoughts felt like water sloshing around in a bottle. Then suddenly I snapped back to reality..
“OW!” I said in pain as Sam yanked on my earlobe.
“Welcome back to the real world. Did you fix Sandy?” Sam asked. I just shrugged my shoulders in response. “Shit. Okay then let’s just find them something to try on, so we can get Sandy back out in the open.” Sam said turning to a rack of swimsuits. After a couple minutes of hunting, Sam had a swimsuit for each of the women to try on. She took them back to the dressing room and tossed a swimsuit into each woman’s stall. “I guess we’ll see if this worked.” Sam said as she took her normal place at my side.
It didn’t take long for Ali and Sandy to get changed into the new bikinis. “Pete?” Ali’s voice could be heard from the dressing room. “Can we come out now?” Her new Irish accent was like music to my ears. “Sure! Come on out.” I responded as I nervously waited alongside Sam.