The Dorian Filter - Episode 1
by Adam Sharp
I look at my FaceTime selfie image in disgust.
Where did all these zits come from?
I look terrible!
I glance at the time on my phone.
It’s 7:25 p.m.
Oh god!
He’s calling in five minutes!
I search for video editing apps in my app store.
Video Airbrushing…$9.99
Beauty Enhancement…$10.99.
Edit My Face…$15.99—
Why do these apps all cost a fortune?
I continue to scroll.
Then I see it:
The Dorian Filter…two-week free trial.
BINGO!
4 minutes later
Alright Dorian, work your magic.
Staring into my camera, I turn on the filter.
Oh wow!
I touch my face.
It’s like my zits aren’t even there!
I glance at the time:
7:29 p.m.
I don’t know…what do you think, Binky?
I turn the screen to my stuffed elephant doll.
I mean…this guy should like me for who I am.
Right?
Binky stares blankly into the camera.
I turn the camera back to me.
You’re right, Binky.
Why risk it?
My phone buzzes.
He’s calling!
I take a deep breath and accept the call.
A face appears on the screen.
Hi! Ahmad?
Hi! Can you hear me?
Yes, I can hear you.
He’s wearing headphones with a built-in mic.
It’s nice to finally meet you in person…so to speak.
You’re much prettier in real life—
Not that your profile pics were bad.
I mean…you’re very pretty.
I smile and brush my hair behind my ear.
2 hours later
Ahmad and I have been talking nonstop.
We have so much in common.
It’s like I’ve already known him for years.
I had a really good time tonight.
Me too.
If you’re interested in having another phone date…
An alert appears on my screen.
I stare at it curiously.
Is that a no?
Huh? Oh, sorry.
I just got a friend request notification.
Should I be jealous?
Oh no! Just some ugly dork from high school.
Bobby Milford.
HUGE loser!
We had a date once, but I stood him up.
God…I never should have agreed to go out with him in the first place.
But I promise I’ll never stand you up!
So that’s a yes to seeing me again?
Definitely!
We end the call.
I stare at my Dorian Filter image.
Dang…I do look good.
I turn off the filter.
But I gasp in shock when I see my normal self.
There isn't just acne on my face.
I have…wrinkles!
1 week later
I try to cover my acne and wrinkles with makeup.
I pull at my eye bags.
I don’t understand…
Why are they getting worse?
My phone begins to buzz.
I turn on the Dorian Filter and accept the call.
Hey you!
Hey yourself.
You look amazing.
I strike a pose.
Oh, this old thing?
I’ve had it for years!
You know, this is starting to become a habit.
Five video dates in seven days?
It’s too bad you’re all the way across the country.
I fidget nervously.
Seriously, you get more gorgeous every time I see you.
My hand inadvertently touches my face.
Feeling my hidden imperfections, I quickly pull away.
You wouldn’t want me if I were ugly, would you?
That’s not true.
It is.
A person can have the greatest personality…
And be the most charming person in the world…
But if they look like an ugly Bigfoot?
No thanks!
Ahmad looks at me strangely.
Umm…okay.
Look, what I wanted to say is…
I’ve really enjoyed our time together.
I’d love for this to get more serious.
My eyes widen.
I’m falling for you. Hard.
I clench my teeth as my smile widens.
But before I can respond…
Ow!
I feel a sharp pain in my mouth.
I reach in and pull out something bloody.
I gasp.
It’s a tooth!
Are you okay?
I look at myself through the filter.
My teeth are shining brighter than ever before.
I’m fine.
3 days later
I turn the Dorian Filter on and off repeatedly.
I’m beautiful.
Then I’m ugly.
Beautiful.
Ugly.
In real life, I’ve lost more teeth.
This can’t be happening!
What is going on?
I accept an incoming video call using the Dorian Filter.
Hey you…
Hey.
Why haven’t you liked any of my new photos?
I’m sorry?
They’ve been posted since this morning.
I’ve been at work.
Oh, please…
It takes less than five seconds to press “like.”
Ahmad’s face falls.
Don’t tell me you actually worked a full eight hours.
Umm…yeah. That’s kind of the point of working full-time.
Right. Your big important sales job!
He looks taken aback.
Are you okay?
You’re not acting like yourself today.
What do you mean?
Ahmad leans in, taking a closer look.
What?
Have you had work done?
Like Botox or something?
My mouth drops.
How dare you ask me something like that!
Not that it’s a bad thing.
I’m just saying there’s something different about you.
Who are you to judge how I look, Mr. Receding Hairline!
Woah!
You should feel privileged being with someone like me.
Wow. Could you act any more self-centered?
I can’t help it if you’re intimidated by my looks.
Ahmad pauses.
I don’t know who I’m talking to right now…
But I don’t like her.
Sounds like a personal problem.
Ahmad shakes his head in disbelief.
I think maybe we need to take a step back.
What’s that supposed to mean?
It means, I don’t think this is working.
We should take a break.
4 days later
The Dorian Filter shows me laughing.
But in real life, I’m bawling.
I turn the filter off…
And can’t believe how hideous I look.
I must be imagining it, right?
I’m still beautiful!
Right?
I turn the filter back on.
Right!
I see Binky the stuffed elephant on the bed behind me.
I scream.
The phone screen shows me laughing even more.
I put down my phone…
Rip off Binky’s head…
And throw it across the room.
My phone begins to buzz.
I look at the screen and answer the FaceTime call.
Ahmad!
It’s SO good to see you again!
Hi beautiful.
Beautiful…?! Yes.
I want to apologize.
I…I haven’t been completely honest with you.
There’s something you should know.
Someone you should know, I mean.
Ahmad presses his phone screen.
Another live video appears in the corner of the screen.
An overweight man with thick glasses looks at me.
His clothes are too tight.
There are dry patches on his face.
Hi Priscilla. It’s me. Bobby Milford.
Who?
After a moment, I gasp when it hits me.
Bobby?
I’m not surprised you didn’t accept my friend request.
I’m so sorry, Priscilla.
Ahmad’s image disappears, replaced full-screen by Bobby.
What is this?
What’s going on?
Ahmad is a friend of mine.
He agreed to speak to you on my behalf.
It’s been me you’ve been talking to.
I don’t understand.
I’ve been listening in on your dates.
He only repeats what I tell him.
I shake my head in shock.
Despite our history, I never stopped loving you.
You mean…this has all been a lie?!
I’m so sorry for being deceptive.
I thought that if you got to know me…
Then maybe you’d like me for who I am…
On the inside.
I clench my fist and twist my face.
HOW DARE YOU!
Priscilla…
Getting someone else to catfish me…
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Priscilla, please…I never meant to hurt you.
I just thought things might go differently…
If you got to know the real me.
Let me be perfectly clear.
I would never — NEVER go out with someone like you.
As I say this…
I’ve never looked more beautiful through my Dorian Filter.
You actually thought I would go for someone like you?
I always have and always will find you disgusting!
Umm…Priscilla?
Bobby has a look of absolute horror on his face.
But it’s not from what I said.
It takes me a moment to see the notification that has popped up on my screen:
“Your Dorian Filter trial has ended.”
“If you’d like to continue, please provide your credit card…”
I look at my screen image.
I’ve lost all of my teeth.
There are deep cracks in my pale skin.
Thin strands of hair straggle down from my mostly bald head.
Oh God…you can see me!
Red liquid drips down my cheeks…
As my fingernails dig into my flesh…
And I scream.
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