This choice: Time to re-inflate Jimmy and discuss things with him • Go Back...Chapter #8Of Unexpected Test Runs and Plans by: Nostrum   You’re halfway through - fully in physically, yet lacking his mind – but you’re not particularly enthusiastic to do anything with him. You’re unsure how the other pen works, and while you could prank him good with whatever you learn from it, what if it messes with your mind and you start to act like him forevermore?
The quicker you can take him off, the better. But that’ll have to wait, as you hear furious stomping on the floor. You struggle to slip in Jimmy’s clothes, but to your relief it passes through and bothers someone else.
“Heather!” you listen to Mrs. Wilsom barking to her daughter. “How many times I’ve told you to turn that thing down! I don’t care if it’s afternoon or a Saturday – you'll bother the neighbors!”
You can’t seem to hear the response – or care – but she must’ve said something about you, because Jimmy’s mother stresses it. “I don’t hear Jimmy making noises with his friend.”
This time, Heather responds, full of spite. “Yeah, but when they start to play their games, you won’t say a thing ‘cuz his friend’s here!”
Maybe because I ask Jimmy to keep it down? You think to yourself. Or because we close the friggin’ door?
“You know that I call Jimmy out when he does the same. That’s no excuse. Next time, keep that music to yourself – put on some headphones or a decent volume, but I don’t want to hear it downstairs! Am I clear?”
You only hear Heather mumble and grunt to her mother before slamming the door. Mrs. Wilsom slams it, only to hear her daughter barking at her. “I turned it down, Mom!”
“I didn’t raise you like this, Heather!”
“Alright, Mom, sorry! Now, could you do the same when Jimmy’s being an ass?”
“I already do! Now, keep that thing down or else I’ll throw the damn thing off the window myself!” You hear stomping coming into your direction, stopping right near Jimmy’s door, and then fiddling with the knob. Your first reaction is to hide your clothes under his pillow – sadly, just as Mrs. Wilson starts barking at you.
“Jimmy! Open the door now!”
“Going, going!” You unlock the door yourself, trying to appease her. “Uh, sorry. I was--”
She looks in, more puzzled than angry. “Where’s David?”
“Uh...” You feel a chill running down your spine. “On the bathroom, I guess. He should be coming out soon, though – I thought he was gonna tell He – uh, Sis to turn the music down.”
“I see...” She sighs in relief. “Tell him he’s welcome to stay for dinner if he wants to.”
“I don’t think he will,” you tell her. “Uh, his mom wouldn’t allow it. She’s strict like that.”
“I don’t think Marie would mind,” Mrs. Wilson states. “He’s done it previously.” (And she’s not wrong.) “But that’s alright. Tell him I gave him permission to call Heather out, alright?”
“Sure!” you chirp, trying your best to flash a guiltless smile. You see her rush down the stairs, and after – carefully! - slamming and locking the door shut, you sigh in relief. (You might not have his mind, but you dodged a big one.) That should give you enough time to take a few photos off as proof before peeling off his skin. (“Pics or it didn’t happen”, so they say.)
You take a couple while doing funny looks with his face, then one while grabbing the black pen, and then a last one after ripping off his face. That was tortuous, as it felt like his didn’t want to leave yours, leaving your cheeks sore. But you grab his head and hang it straight beside you, his lips drooping like a cheap latex mask.
It takes a while to strip off him, particularly when you felt your thing getting pulled off his. It was disturbing to grab his penis – feeling it as if it was yours – while pulling it out, and twice as worse when you felt it stir. But soon enough, the whole skin was out, and after dressing both him and you up, you clicked the black pen in hopes of restoring him.
That was a success, and soon enough, he stirs awake, wide-eyed and curious. “So? How was it?”
“Weird, man. You’re so clingy.”
“What time is it?” He checks his phone – scratching his eyes – and his face falls. “What? I thought you’d try on for longer! Did you really put me on?”
You show him the photos, and his face brightens. “Whoa. That’s freaky, man! I should do it when I turn into you.”
“Hey - you offered to do it. I didn’t.”
“True, but I think it’s fair that I get some time inside you.” You coldly glare at him, and he guffaws. “It’s a joke, man!” It’s only then when he realizes something’s off. “Hey. Is it me, or did Sis--?”
“Your mom asked her to lower the volume down. Then she asked you where I was, and you told her I was at the bathroom.”
“But I didn’t...” His eyes flared with excitement. “Yo! You’re serious!?”
“Why would I lie? I showed you the photos, didn’t I?”
“I thought you wanted a souvenir from the time you were more handsome.” You roll your eyes as he honks. “Dude! We hit the jackpot! You know how many people we could prank by becoming others?”
You knew that was his response, and he’s not wrong. You saw how Mrs. Wilson easily heeled Heather. You could do the same with Tina – sneak into your mom, then chew her out for whatever thing got into her when bothering you.
Or maybe turn into Tina and ruin her reputation as a strict, responsible big sister. And it seems like Jimmy had a similar idea. “Next time Heather’s bothering me, I’ll call you. We could pester her by turning into Mom. Or heck – you could turn into Heather, and piss Mom off by doing something super rude!”
“She almost slams the door at her.”
“Well, then it’s not out of character.” He slaps your shoulder silly, grinning like a maniac. “Duuude! That’d be so awesome!”
“You really don’t mind turning into a girl?”
“If it means pissing her off...” You have to hand it to him – Jimmy has a one-track mind when it comes to what he wants. “Plus, it’s an excuse to see them naked! We could take photos of girls and keep them as our hidden treasures! Fuck – we could even take videos!”
“Of our sisters?” you question him.
“Sure! I mean – Heather's a cow, but Tina? How can you live with a hottie like her on the same roof!?”
“Remembering she’s my sister,” you retort. “And then remembering she’s bossy.”
“Right...” That quells him down, but only slightly. “Say - how about I help you with her? Whenever she gets particularly pissy, that is.”
“I’ll keep it in mind,” you say, but not intending to follow on it.
“Or we could do it now.” That sends another chill down your spine. “Maybe have a girls’ night out. Since they’re friends and all.”
You know they know each other because of you, but they’re not as close as you are. It’s the same situation between your girlfriend’s sister and you – you know each other, but she’s closer to your own little sister, Claire. But they’ve talked in occasions, and it wouldn’t seem odd if they hang out together.
You’re not enthusiastic, but you’re still intrigued. “How’d you do it?”
“We catch her by surprise, then you put her on. Then we tell Mom that we’re going out--”
“Your mom’s gonna ask why you’re not going out with me.”
“Right.” He bites his thumbnail, then grins. “We could get Heather into trouble while at it! See – you turn into her, get the music up again ‘til Mom gets angry, you do something really nasty with her, then I zap Mom and once she wakes up, she’ll be pissed at Heather and won’t mind if we spend a day off as girls!”
You’re more surprised he’s excited at the idea of becoming your sister (while you become his), so you make a counteroffer. “If what you want is to check this out, why not aim higher?”
“Whaddya mean?”
“First of all – I'm not comfortable with you wearing my sister.”
“You’re saying that ‘cos my sister’s ugly as fuck.” (She’s not exactly a bombshell, looking like a younger, rounder Mrs. Wilson but with a more Jimmy-looking face, forever twisted into a grumble.)
“No - I’m saying this ‘cos I don’t feel comfortable with you wearing my sister. Besides – you'd have better choices out there. What if we find out Sonya, or Meghan, or even Kelly?” (Those three are part of the cheer squad, and hotties at that.)
“Huh...” You seem to have convinced him. “You’re not wrong.”
“Or we could – hear me out! - find some good-looking guys and see if we could score with some hot girls.”
He scowls at you, but he’s trying his hardest to hide his grin. “If you hadn’t said the last part, I’d think you’re secretly gay.”
“If I was, I’d be cured after seeing your little dong.”
“Hell naw! Bro, you know I’m packing!”
“I had the disgusting opportunity to compare,” you state, telling a half-truth. “Mine’s bigger. But that’s not the point. We don’t have to put them on, man. We could just... hang out, find us someone to zap, then spend some time as them – at least, ‘til dinner.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right. Buuut...” You see his eyes glimmer. You know what that means, since they always do when he has a plan. “We could always have a head start.”
“How?”
“Think about it. If someone sees us turning into them, we’re gonna be in trouble. But if they see Tina and Heather doing it--”
“Jimmy, I told you!”
“Listen up! If Tina and Heather are the ones seen doing it, they’ll be the ones getting into trouble! We’ll be off scot-free!”
“But then, we’re gonna have them in our asses.”
“I don’t mind having Tina’s ass on mine. Hell – I’d shake it gladly.”
You know he won’t budge, and he’s actually got a point. You need to be inconspicuous. But if that’s the case, why not go one step further? You might have a better chance as your moms – and that way, you don’t have to worry about dinner.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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