"A wisssh?" said the guy holding the card, slurring his words as he spoke. "What am I gonna do with thish?"
"Dude," said his friend, slurring his words even worse, "you should totally -- you shhhhould totally wisssh for a million bucksshhh. No, wait -- a billion."
"Fuck that," said the first guy. He looked over at Andrea and Molly, then down at the card, then at his friend. "Dude, there'sh nothing but butt-ugly high school girlsh in thish place. I wishh those two were totally hot women right out of our fantashies, like porn starsh or shomething."
Andrea and Molly could feel their bodies start to transform. The first guy, looking at the card in his hand, said, "Hey, the wordsh changed." The other guy smacked him on the shoulder and said, simply, "Dude!"
The two girls were scared to look down at themselves, but they could feel things shifting around as they watched the guys' eyes get wider and wider, their jaws dropping further and further. And suddenly, they looked at each other and came to the mutual unspoken decision that they should take off running. Which they did, in the opposite direction, barreling clumsily through a fire exit door that, fortunately, wasn't alarmed.
Andrea looked at Molly, who was looking down at her new body. The only thing barely recognizable was her face, and even that was different because it was 10 years older and buried under about a pound of makeup and false eyelashes, not to mention the silver ring that pierced one of her nostrils. Her hair was teased up high, the midriff- baring top showed off a canyon of cleavage, and a miniskirt revealed long, shapely, fishnet-clad legs that ended in a pair of clear platform shoes with stiletto heels.
"I guess I need to rephrase that first wish I was going to make," said Molly.
"I understand," said Andrea, taking a quick glance down at her own body, which seemed very similar to Molly's.
Molly sauntered over to the machine, looking surprisingly comfortable walking on her extremely tall shoes, rummaged through the small gold lamé purse she was carrying now, and came up holding a nickel between two long, manicured fingernails. She dropped the nickel into the machine's slot and watched the gears inside turning. Finally, a card dropped.