Gif: THE BODY-SCULPTING MASSAGE! (Patreon)

INTERIOR. MASSAGE STUDIO. DAY.

A MASSEUR is giving a BRO a massage while the BRO is rudely yapping away on his cell phone.

BRO: Hey, babe. I'm here at the "body-sculpting massage" place you got me that gift certificate for... what a scam! I can't believe I'm wasting a Saturday on this nonsense!

As the MASSEUR works the BRO's flesh wobbles, softens and reforms, developing feminine contours while his hair grows long and wavy. Soon he's become a curvy woman, but he carries on complaining on the phone, oblivious.

BRO: The brochure had all this crap about them shaping a "whole new you," but this joker's been rubbing me down with stinky oil for like an hour already and it's just making me sore and kinda itchy all over. (He looks puzzled and clears his throat.) My voice is sounding kinda weird too. That oil is probably screwing with my sinuses or something...

The MASSEUR stands back and smiles.

MASSEUR: Your treatment is complete.

BRO: (Ending his call) Okay, gotta go, babe.

THE BRO bounces up from the table, still completely oblivious to his changes.

BRO: You jerks ripped off my girlfriend, big-time. She's one of those dopey chicks who buys into woo-woo crap like this... but you can't fool me!

The MASSEUR smirks.

MASSEUR: Actually... I think you may find your girlfriend got exactly what she wanted.

THE BRO blinks, confused for a moment, then he rolls his eyes and stomps out of the room. The MASSEUR chuckles, turns to an intercom and presses a button.

MASSEUR: Marissa, send in our next client please.

A moment later another BRO enters, looking grouchy.

BRO #2: Okay, let's get this over with. My wife got me a gift certificate for one of these "body-sculpting massage" things. Sounds like a bunch of BS to me, but I hate to waste money.

The MASSEUR smiles an enigmatic little smile.

MASSEUR: Just lie down on the table, sir... and I'll get right to work shaping a whole new you.

FADE OUT.