Tristan sat down at the apartment couch feeling a little dejected. He had just got the nerve to ask out that girl at work he liked and got turned down. He totally knew that it was his body obviously. Skinny, a little short, a slight gut, and didn't have much redeemable about him. His roommate opened the door and walked in. Jerome seemed to be about the opposite of Tristan. Tall, black, handsome, and muscles that came from him running and working out. That being said Tristan had just came from working out and was currently topless after wiping himself off with his sweat rag.
"What's got you down Trist?" Jerome asked
"Got enough courage to ask Sally out on a date, and of course I get immediately rejected." Tristan said annoyed and sadly "At this point I just want someone that I'd like to like me back!"
"I like you" Jerome said jokingly "I think all you need to do is get some confidence and you'll become a lot more popular fast."
"Easy for you to say..."
"Hey if you want I can help you start working out if you're that unhappy with your body."
"Shut up!" Tristan said brining his hand down, and slamming the cheap plastic remote he had in his hand on the table breaking it. There was a silence for a second and then Tristan cursed as his hand hurt.
"Need me to get a bandage or something?"
"No, F... bfshurgimurgl... I'm just going to our box of novelty remotes and use that for now while I order us a proper replacement... and then I'm going to watch some TV, forget today and this moment happened... and then go to bed..."
"Alright, I'm just going to go rinse off then. Mind if I joined you after?"
Tristan sighed and said "Whatever..." as he got up and dug out a random remote from a few novelty remotes they had found during a garage sale. He took one out randomly, looked at it, and as it had all sorts of junk like "Age +/-" or "Gender" buttons Tristan put it back in. Looked more like some foreplay prop than an even working remote. He then shuffled his hand in the remote bin and the same remote came out... he put the remote down in the bin, and dug his hand straight in the other side of the container and pulled out... the same remote... Whatever he was just going to see if the remote even worked. Tristan went back to the couch, and looked at the remote to see... well there didn't seem to be any sync button.
Enough time had occurred that Jerome came out of the bathroom feeling good after a nice short shower and said "Everything going alright?"
"When I was picking randomly this remote kept coming into my hand, and I'm trying to figure out how to get this weird thing to work with our TV."
"Did you push a button yet?"
"No, I'm trying to figure out how to Sync it first."
"Well maybe it could just work if you just use the remote."
"How would that work?"
"Dunno, it might though. My uncle tried that once and it worked apparently."
"Fine, I'll just press a random button on the remote at the TV and see if it does anything." Tristan said as he pointed the remote at the television. A random button was pressed and then glass of the TV ended up reflecting the remote's magical transformation powers at one of the two young men, but who was hit and how were they changing?