The possibilities excited him, but before he could fully absorb the experience, footsteps echoed in the hallway. His door swung open, and Jake walked past, looking a bit distracted.
Frankie’s mischievous side sparked. This was his chance to test the blowpipe again—this time on his older brother. He gripped the blowpipe tightly, aimed it at Jake’s back, and blew. The dart flew silently and hit Jake right in the neck. Jake barely had time to react before he froze, and Frankie felt that same pull, just like before.
Suddenly, he wasn’t himself anymore. He was Jake.
Looking down at his older brother’s muscular frame, Frankie couldn’t help but feel a rush of power. This was way more fun than he imagined. He stretched Jake’s arms, feeling the strength in them, and smirked. With a glance in the mirror, he admired his new form.
“What should I do next?” Frankie whispered to himself, realizing he now had control of Jake’s life, at least for a while.
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