"Tom, I think Alex here needs a little help making up his mind. Maybe he is being too picky in what we wants in a girl. Think we should help him along?"
"What did you have in mind?" Tom aimed up his shot and won the game as he sunk the eight ball in.
"Give me your phones, both of you." I hesitated, but figured maybe she might put her number in there, guys do stupid things for beautiful women.. Tom reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and tossed it over to her. She placed both phones face down on the table next to her. She took out two other phones and set them on the table as well. They were normal looking, identical, without any cases on them.
"Going to give us new phones or something?" Tom asked.
"Yes, actually. These two phones have a special feature. A match maker."
"Another dating app," I said.
"No, a match maker. Guaranteed to work."
""So they will match us up some random chick."
"Not exactly, but yes, in a way. They match up with each"
"We're not gay," Tom said.
"And you wouldn't be. One phone is set up to enhance the guy that picks it up. The other is set up to turn the one who picks it up into a woman, not some air headed bimbo perfect girlfriend, but definitely a woman you have likely dreamed about, wet dreamed about."
"I don't want to be a girl, and I don't think he does either," I said.
"Have you ever been one before?" She asked, being totally serious.
"I'm not interested," I said. I walked over and picked up my phone from the table.
"Then why did you grab one of the phones I put down?"
I looked at the phone in my hand, she was right, I had picked up the wrong phone. Nothing was happening to me yet. "The phone is locked on to you, Tom, time for you to complete the connection, and we will see what will happen to you." Tom picked up the second phone.