The Clicker

"Too bad she dumped you," said Jack, as Ben fed some change into the vending machine.

"She didn't dump me," Ben replied defensively, punching the Mountain Dew button. "We're just... taking a break." There was an odd buzzing sound, as the button flickered for a second, the word bonus appearing, although unnoticed by either of them; then the bottle fell.

"Right. That's good," Jack said sarcastically as Ben took a quick swig from the bottle.

"I can't believe you actually lock this thing, man," Jack said. The vehicle was old, worn, and only marginally 'running', so Jack had a point, but Ben loved that car.

The chirp of Ben's remote rang out, and both guys stopped dead, staring, as suddenly the car seemed to explode, then rearrange itself. It was only a second, too quick to follow, but now a brand new silver sports roadster lay before them, huge spoiler and all.

"Whoa..." they both exhaled, exchanging swift, stunned glances. Another chirp, and a muscle car settled down on its shocks, blue with a flaming paint job.

In disbelief, Ben hit the button again. Chirp, rumble; a giant monster truck. Chirp, rumble; a tiny Shriner parade car, complete with Shriner, waving at them.

Jack looked dubiously at Ben, whose face was blank with shock; he was waving back timidly. Ben snapped out of it and used the remote again.

Chirp. A gold painted, pimped-out pickup, stereo bumping. Even the wheels were gold-tinted.

"Sweet! Let's roll!" Jack called out, stepping forward, deciding that he didn't care what was happening, but he was definitely going to take advantage of it.

There was an odd smile on Ben's face. "Wait!", he said, raising the remote.

"What?" Jack asked, as Ben pointed the remote his way and turned his head. Chirp. Jack frowned, puzzled, as brown hair fell just past his shoulders. He glanced up to see a strangled look on his friend's face. Ben squeezed the button again from shock.

Chirp. Jack looked down and stared as a pair of breasts pushed his shirt up and out. "Not cool!" he exclaimed, looking at Ben.

Chirp. It took less than a second. Jack's clothes and body pulled inwards, his shirt losing sleeves and its neckline as it flowed into a tank top, pushing up his new boobs. His jean crawled up his legs into cutoffs, as the revealed legs became distinctly female. he shook for a second as his arms and hands joined the rest of him in femininity, her hair growing outwards as her cute face settled into a smile. Only the styrofoam cup remained unchanged.

The new girl gasped as the change completed, then smiled Ben's way.

"How about a Dew?" she asked flirtatiously. Ben mutely chirped the remote at her drink, not really processing what had happened. It wriggled in her hand for a second, growing longer and transparent, and becoming green, a twin of the one Ben held.

"Thanks," she said to Ben, as he, dumbfounded, kissed the remote and thanked whatever lucky starts he could think of.

---Based on an old mountain dew commercial: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjU4jx0-u5M