Thomas Parks found himself bored on the bus ride, scrolling through Zapcam and its stream of photos. Mostly photos of him and his football and wrestling buddies at parties, such as the rager they'd secretly held on Saturday night. He didn't care for girls on Zapcam; after all, they were just light, vapid things, not 172 pounds of state championship wrestler.
Then he noticed something he'd never seen before on the social service. Girls. More girls, their duck face selfies, their dogs, their beach photos.
Wrestling was fading. He hadn't made weight in a while, dropping weight. 170, 165, 160.
"Oh, that girl looks cute", Thomas remarked as he lingered on an image from an account named @tamisparxx. It was unfamiliar, but he let it stay up to admire her beautiful, dark face.
155, 150, 145, 140. He was losing height, gaining hair, losing between his legs, gaining above his stomach. A black dress replaced his black T-shirt and moved over his red shorts, making them disintegrate. His simple sneakers began to grow in height, while his skin looked as if dipped in an ever-increasing layer of dark chocolate.
Finally, he started to scroll past the cute photo when he realized he did not look right. Almost at the point of screaming, he decided instead to take a selfie and post it to Zapcam.
What he did not know is that instead of Thomas Parks, he was Tami Sparks. He had lost ten inches of height, his male sex and 51 pounds, while she had added two mounds on her chest and five inches of long dark locks. Five-foot-four, 109 pounds, a thin and weak girl perfect for the old Thomas's parties. Even her phone case had morphed from a utilitarian protective cover to a glossy dark red one, perfect for matching her purse which held all her school supplies.
Wrestlin'? Nahh, that's not my thing, she mused to herself in a new voice. Beauty is where it's at, gurl.
