Claire pulled up Facebook on her phone, curious to see how much the world had changed. Thankfully, social media apps seemed to remain unchanged. Facebook was still called Facebook. Even her iPhone still had the same branding.
As she scrolled through her feed, she familiarized herself with the new social order. Women dominated politics, though she didn't recognize any of the politicians. She also quickly realized the naming convention between men and women had swapped, with men now having feminine names and women having masculine names. It made sense considering how women traditionally were given names related to elegance, whereas men were given names related to toughness. Fortunately, her new name Clarence wasn't too much different from her old name.
She continued scrolling, amusing herself with some of the posts. The sporting world was dominated by women, with men getting minimal attention. She chuckled as she read the top comments under an MNBA post joking about how no one cared about men's sports and how men belonged in the kitchen. It was sexist but comical nonetheless.
When she finished scrolling her feed, she checked her friend's list. The number of friends she had, 34, was still the same. Unfortunately, she was still unpopular even in this world. Most of her friends on Facebook were her family, though she had some people added from high school and a few people she met in college. Overall, most of her friends were women. No boys ever cared to add her, which remained unchanged even in this new world.
She skimmed through her friends' list, making mental notes of everyone's new names, and familiarized herself with everyone's altered appearance. Her parents' profile pictures were most amusing, as her mother now loomed over her father with her taller height and jacked muscles. She smiled, knowing her mother would no longer have to take abuse from that vile man.
What surprised her most, however, was her younger cousin Jesse, who now went by Jessica. She always despised him, considering he pretty much exemplified toxic masculinity. He was a stereotypical jock, smug and arrogant, with a monstrous ego. As a result, she never got along with him and avoided speaking to him at family gatherings. But that was Jesse. Jessica, however, appeared like an entirely different person.
At first, she hardly recognized him by his profile picture, a selfie taken inside his bedroom. His former low-cut blonde hair was grown out, extending past his shoulders, and accentuated by highlights. He was clean-shaven with well-kempt eyebrows. His cheeks were adorned with pale blush, and his eyelashes were graced with faint mascara.
Normally, every time she saw her cousin's picture, she wanted to punch him. Now, though, she was mesmerized by his enchanting appearance. She clicked his profile, wanting to uncover more about him. He had more photos than usual, varying from selfies to group shots with his friends. In some pictures, his hair was styled in a messy bun or ponytail, and sometimes, he had a sparkling necklace around his neck. His nails were usually painted, typically varying in color in each photo. His clothing followed the feminine trends of the old world: crop tops showcasing his enormous breasts, booty shorts revealing his smooth thighs, leggings and spandex shorts teasing his delicate package, and sandals displaying his pedicured toes. He was just like all the other boys now, pretty and gorgeous.
Claire paused when she stumbled upon a beach photo. It was a group shot of him and three friends in bikinis on a beachfront. Their tops did little to contain their large breasts, and two of them had such tight bottoms that their dicks were practically on full display through their swimsuits. At that moment, Claire desired nothing more than to ride each one of those little sluts.
She needed to calm herself.