Emily selected the correct blend in function, then held it out to take a selfie of both of them. They both smiled with the store behind them, and hoped for the best as the camera's bright FLASH filled the room, and immediately both were surprised, though only Rick of the two was definitely disappointed.
"You have got to be shitting me." Rick sighed, cringing as he felt like he sounded like his mother.
"Rick, check me out!" He heard a deep voice call.
He turned to find a buff, late 20s to early 30s guy flexing before him. He had tan skin, and deep brown hair. He looked like he could be Emily's brother with his face, although it was wider, with a thicker jaw and a 5 0'clock shadow. He was tall, probably 6'3, and had a decent muscular build. Glancing down, Rick saw he was wearing tennis shorts and a blue tennis shirt along with slightly scuffed up tennis shoes. Though Rick didn't and had to look away upon seeing a bulge in this man's crotch... as it was, rather large.
"Em, is that seriously you?" He asked as he turned away, flustered that the bulge had stirred something in her- er, him. In him.
"Yup, I guess I got to be the hot dude... but I gotta say, I'm jealous at how good you look." She said with a husky laugh.
Rick turned back around, and spotted a tall mirror. He walked towards it, and before him was a new sight. In the mirror was a short, attractive woman. She had straightened red hair, tied back in a long ponytail, with a white head band. Her face still resembled his won, but softer, hairless, and covered in some light amount of makeup. She wore a purple tennis shirt with probably C cup breasts, though given Rick could feel a tight sports bra, it was possible she was bustier. She wore a white skirt, with flared out hips and a decently cute butt behind her, with skinny legs and tennis shoes that matched her top, and a purse to boot.
"Why do I always gotta be a woman." Rick whined. "It's not fair, I wanted to be the buff guy."
"Come on babe, this'll still be a fun experience." Emily laughed. "Besides, maybe it keeps changing you because you refuse to stay a girl for too long." She teased.
"Ugh, whatever." Rick scoffed. He then felt Emily's now are wrapped around him, and he felt... safe, and warm. Rick then nuzzled closer, and thought about all of this. "Ok, do NOT tell her you kinda like this... just, play it cool"
"Alright, so, uh, I guess we'll stay like this for a bit. I'm sure... Tennis... in these bodies will be interesting." Rick awkwardly laughed, moving away from Emily.
"Awesome! Oh, let's see who we are first." Emily added, reaching into his shorts. "Wow, pockets are useful as hell." He laughed as he looked through his wallet.
"I'll say." Rick grumbled as she looked through the mess that was her purse.
Luckily, both found it at about the same time.
"Ha, my name's Elton... oh geez I'm thirty that's crazy. Still a cool name though. Elton Jones."
"I'm thirty too." Rick muttered. "My name's Rebecca... Jones." She added, with some hesitation.
"No way. Babe, we're married!" Elton laughed. "This is so awesome. We can finally try the married life." He laughed.
"Yeah I guess so." Rebecca laughed, rolling her eyes at Elton's passion for it.
"Heh, maybe I'll even convince you to pop the question." He teased, causing Rebecca to laugh.
"HA! Yeah we'll see." She teased as the two walked out of the store, heading for their car.