The flash engulfed the pieces of clothing formally known as Rick and Emily, gifting them a second chance at life and creating a brand new reality. After what seemed like an eternity, the flash subsided, revealing two new women in the place of the sports bra and yoga pants, going about as if nothing had ever happened.
“I dunno Katie, do you think these leggings fit my style?” A tall, raven-haired girl asked as she looked over her shoulder to see the yoga pants she picked out clinging to her ass.
“Of course Morgan! Teal is totally your color! You’d definitely get a few good looks in that.” The second girl, a slightly shorter, brown haired woman in similar workout gear replied.
“You’re right, I do look quite sexy in this. I’ll buy this pair then!” Morgan giggled as it’s revealed that the camera had transformed the clothes into two sexy, athletic women.
The yoga pants, formally known as the man Rick, was now Morgan Santana, a 23 year old woman and fitness enthusiast. Her shoulder length, straight black hair complemented her tan complexion while also matching her green eyes. Her toned, fit body was encased in a skin-tight grey sports bra and aforementioned teal leggings, displaying her killer curves for all the world to see.
Over in the other corner of the changing room was Morgan’s best friend Katie Lambert, who was once a sports bra and before then, a woman named Emily. Morgan and Katie had first met back in middle school and have been inseparable ever since, working out as partners, competing on the same teams and doing generally everything together. Much like her BFF, Katie was also super into fitness and working out, taking an extreme liking to yoga in particular. Her skin tone was a bit lighter compared to Morgan’s, but it matched her styled, chestnut brown hair so she didn’t mind too much.
“Okay, now that I’ve helped you decide on your outfit, how about you help me?” Katie asked, holding up two different sports bras to her chest. “Pink or red?”
“Why don’t you go for green instead? It’s your favorite color.” Morgan asked.
“I would’ve, but they don’t have any green sports bras in my size,” she answered, slumping her shoulders in defeat. The biggest they’ve got is a C cup.”
“Damn, that really sucks, girl.” Replied Morgan in a semi-sympathetic tone. Deep down, Morgan was a bit jealous that Katie had the better boobs of the two. Oh well, at least she had killer hips and ass to make up for her B cup tits.
“Sometimes I do wish I was a man instead. It’d be a lot easier working out without these puppies getting in the way.” Katie continued, grabbing her boobs through her shirt to accentuate her point.
“Um, what!?” Morgan said with a bewildered look. “How could you NOT want to be a woman as sexy as us? There are way more upsides to being a beautiful bombshell than there are being a gross, ugly man.” She continued, gliding her hands down her sides to emphasize the beauty that was the fairer sex.
“Well, when you put it that way, I guess you are right.” Katie giggled.
“Besides, if you were a man you wouldn’t have 24/7 access to these!” Morgan lifted her bra up, exposing her breasts to her BFF.
“AHH! Morgan! Put them away!” Katie squealed, thrusting her hands out to shield her eyes from such a sight.
“Oh get a grip princess, we’re both adult women here. It’s not like we haven’t seen naked breasts before.” Morgan joked, readjusting her bra as she continued to talk.
“I know, I just wasn’t expecting you to do that,” Replied Katie as she tucked her hair behind her ears. “Gawd, if I didn’t know you any better, I’d assume you were a lesbian after describing girls like that.”
“Haha, yeah.” Morgan nervously laughed back. She hadn’t told anyone yet, but she had been looking at women in a different light recently. She wasn’t a lesbian, per se, but Morgan was beginning to think she was bi-curious.
Desperate to move the conversation along before Katie pressed any further, Morgan tried to think of different topics to talk about, but it was proving difficult with this loud whirring sound. Wait… whirring?
“Katie, do you know where that whirring sound is, like, coming from?” Morgan asked.
Katie paused for a moment before answering “Yeah, it sounds like it’s coming from under the seat here.”
Morgan bent down to look underneath the seat, her ass stretching the yoga pants to their limit in the process, locking eyes with an antique polaroid. Grabbing it and bringing it back over to Katie, both read on the back of the camera “Reality successfully refreshed”.
“Oh wow! It’s, like, one of those old cameras! Super retro.” Katie said in awe of the item.
“I wonder how it ended up here in the fitting room?” Wondered Morgan. For some strange reason, she felt compelled to take the camera with her. “Should we keep it?”
Katie, feeling the same strange feeling, responded almost on autopilot. “Totally Morgan! We can take some really cute photos with it!”
With that decided, Morgan pocketed the camera in her purse as the two women changed back into their regular clothes, paid for their purchases at the counter and exited the store.
“Ok girl, that’s all our clothes shopping done! What do you feel like doing now?” Morgan asked her BFF.
“Hmm, maybe we should test out that camera? We’d look really stupid if it didn’t work properly.”