"Sorry John, but we're staying like this, this body is chiseled" Frank explained to his brother, who just raised his eyebrows in shock and put his hands on his feminine hips.
"Get stuffed, you think I'm keeping this body?" he responded angrily.
"What...you look cute, and you've got killer legs" Frank laughed, as he continued flexing his new muscles in front of his stunned brother.
"I DON'T CARE, I am not staying like this, you'd better get that remote fixed asshole" John ranted, as you wagged one of his manicured fingers at Frank.
"Shut up and get me a beer!" Frank joked, treating John like a proper woman, which in effect he was anyway from the neck down.
"Get your own beer dickhead!" was John's blunt response, before he reached up and grabbed his new boobs, squeezing them together and shaking his head in disbelief.
He had to agree with Frank, his new body was very cute, petite and sexy, and the clothes he was wearing only emphasized his new curves. His short denim skirt in particular left very little to the imagination, John drew the logical conclusion that the original owner of his new body must have been a bit of a slut.
"STOP FLEXING AND FIX THE REMOTE!!" John suddenly said to Frank, raising his voice again.
Just then Rachel came back out with some coffee for the two of them, and she looked at John directly;
"Why all the shouting John, are you on your period?" she asked, causing John to screw up his face in disgust.
"Er...no, I'm not" he muttered in reply, looking uncomfortable, all the while Frank was laughing and reveling in his muscular new body.
"SHUT IT FRANK!" John snapped, giving his brother an icy glare, while reaching around and trying to adjust his white thong panties, which were really riding up in between his sexy butt cheeks.
John then looked in dejection at the remote, from which sparks were still flying, he wondered just what the hell he and Frank were going to do about their situation, or...if indeed Frank wanted to do anything about it. Judging from his behavior so far, the answer was no.