"Oh my god, he's so hot," Ed gushed. He turned to the black cheerleader and fanned his own face in a dramatic manner.
"Why are you always into straight guys?" Rebecca teased.
"Girl, who knows? Maybe he's not straight," Ed said.
"His girlfriend is right there."
"Yeah, but he could be bi," Ed interjected. He brushed a lock of blond hair out of his eye.
"As if. Even if he is, he's still taken."
Rebecca watched the couple some more. She had to admit the guy was really hot. She couldn't really complain about Ed's tastes as she found similar guys hot. Though, of course he had a girlfriend. Most annoyingly of all, they looked so happy and in love. It was sickenly sweet. Rebecca felt jealous, unaware that the guy she was looking at was a barista placed in what used to be her previous life as Rick.
"Girl, let's use the camera again," Ed said.
"You want to give me a dick again?" Rebecca laughed. She remembered back to how the camera had turned her into a man.
"You were pretty hot. And, like you know what they say about black guys. Your cock was probably like so big.
Rebecca giggled. "Well, I don't think I want to be a man again. Why don't you start by turning into a woman?"
"Well, dating straight guys would open my dating pool like so much. On the other hand, no. Like straight sex just seems icky. I would not want a vagina. Couldn't be a girl perm." Ed giggled.
Rebecca joined in and laughed.
Ed then looked at the camera. "Weren't we going to like try the role swap mode together?"
"We were looking for targets, but then you interrupted us by ogling that guy," Rebecca teased.
"Girl, sue me, he was hot, okay? You got distracted and stared too. It's not like you've picked a pair yet either.
It was true. Rebecca looked around the mall again and considered her options again.
The obvious choice was swapping with the couple they'd stared at. She wouldn't mind becoming that guy's girlfriend, but would Ed then become him? Maybe not, she couldn't imagine seeing Ed romantically. But they weren't swapping themselves anyways right now anyways.
She then looked at the baristas which unknowingly to her was the previous occupants of Rebecca and Ed's life. There was a barista with wild curly black hair, which wasn't typical of white girls. Rebecca admired it. Herself, she'd just given up mantaining her natural curls and instead wore a wig of red straight hair. If there was one thing she was jealous of of white people, it was how they had a much essier time managing their hair. She looked at the barista again. While the barista's hair was gorgeous, she did look a little gloomy. And next to her, her coworker was a chubby cheerful-looking brunette.
Rebecca looked over other mallgoers, not aware she'd done something similar moments ago.
Ed then interjected, "I'll just pick something. We can't stand here like all day." He raised the camera.
"Ed wait." Rebecca tried stopping him.
He didn't stop.
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