Karen heard a car pull up the long driveway.
“Brad, you need to stay here. I don’t want to take any chances. I’ll come get you when the coast is clear.”, said Karen
Karen rushed out to great the visitor, and saw a red convertible sitting in the driveway. The woman standing there was her sister, Brenda.
Karen ran up to her sister and gave her a giant hug. “I’ve never been so glad to see you Sis! You won’t believe what Brad and I found! I could really use your help! You’re probably the most qualified person to help with our little issue.”
“Whoah there Karen! Slow down a bit. What is the problem? Where’s Brad?”, said Brenda with a serious demeanor.
“Uh, best to just show you. Please have an open mind about this. I’m sure a demonstration will be in order.”, said Karen as she quickly led her sister to the hidden room.
Once they reached the door, Karen turned to her Sister. “It’s best to explain this to you before we go in. Brad and I fell upon one of his Uncle’s inventions. It’s an amazing device, but I kind of accidentally used it on Brad.”, she said hesitating for a moment.
“Oh my God! Is Brad okay?!”, said Brenda as she tried to peak in the slightly ajar door.
“That, Uh, depends on your definition of okay.”, said Karen. “Brad... Brenda’s here. We’re coming in, so don’t be alarmed.”
Karen opened the door and the two sisters entered the room. Brad sat on the table, looking a bit embarrassed, covering up his nakedness as best as he could.
“A spider monkey?”, said Brenda flatly. “I’m supposed to believe that Brad is now a spider monkey? Come on Sis, what have you been smoking? Also, where the hell did you find a spider monkey? He doesn’t look like any of the ones from our zoo.”
“Karen pulled her sister over to the machine and started typing in a few parameters. Brenda accidentally stepped on the circle area and was caught off guard by the machine noise and bright light. “Go ahead and tell Brad to do something. How about some math problems. Here Brad, she said as she handed him paper and pencil.”
Brenda sighed, but decided to play along. “Okay, 2+8?”, she said with her arms crossed. With some difficulty (Brad misses his thumbs) he scratched out 10 on the pad and showed it to Brenda.
“Wha... what?”, she said, surprised. “12 x 32?”
Brad showed “384” after a moment or two.
Brenda took a moment to calculate it herself to see the answer was correct. After several more requests, she turned back to Karen who had just finished her data entry.
“That’s either the world’s smartest monkey, or your niot making this up.”, she said with wide eyed wonder.
“I think I’ll need to show you a small demonstration before you’ll be totally convinced.”, said Karen as she walked toward the machine. Nothing as drastic as Brad, but enough to give you a demonstration.”
Once inside the booth, Karen pressed the button to begin the process. The door window closed with a clank, causing Brenda to jump. After a brief passage of time, Karen stepped out of the machine, completely unchanged.
“Give it a minute Sis. The changes were delayed for maximum effect. They are changes that I could live with if the machine can’t reverse the process. Just as she finished her sentence, her breasts inflated a couple sizes, her hair turned blonde, and she lost a few pounds of weight, giving her a much different profile.
Brenda’s jaw just about hit the floor. “Wow!”, was all she could say.
“Yep. I should be able to change back after the required duration has passed. From what I read, simple changes don’t take as much time. Both women looked at the screen. Brad won’t be ready until tomorrow afternoon.”
Brenda reaches out and pat Brad on the head. “You sure do make an adorable monkey! I would love to take you to the zoo for a short stay. Imagine all of the great research we accomplish with a faux monkey joining the group. Our understanding of their social hierarchy would be amazing if we had Brad....”
Karen put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. Easy now Sis. Brad’s has enough trauma for one evening. If this proves to be stable, you could experience it yourself.”
Brenda’s smile broadened as she looked at Karen. “Can I try?!”
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