"It is now physically impossible for you to stay dressed or even cover yourself up. Even if someone forces you into clothes, you'll body will automatically fight to rip them off." Trevor now readjusted his stance to stretch to the sky. As much as he wanted to avert his gaze, his eyes kept locking with his brothers, like an invitation to be admired. "I've also made your feet, though still soft, not be hurt by harsh ground. And your bare skin will be fine in any weather."
"How long did you put this setting for?" Trevor cried out. His brother chuckled in a very sadistic way, then leaned in to whisper into Trevor's sensitive and ticklish ear. "I set them to permanent." Trevor gasped; at both the implication and the sensation. "I have to stay like this until I grow up!? That'll take forever!" His brother's smile grew even more malicious.
"Oh, you misunderstand. I've fixed this state. It won't ever end, unless I want it to. You won't ever age. And you won't even be able to get used to being seen naked. Your shyness is locked at maximum." His brother loved the look of absolute terror in Trevor's huge eyes. "You'll feel as humiliated at you do right now every single day from now on. In fact, even more. Because your still going to have to live your normal day to day life. And who knows what misgive will happen when you go around tempting the entire world like that."
His brother's gleeful threats were interrupted by the sound of the outer door opening. "We're home," their parents called up the stairs to them. Trevor wouldn't have thought it possible to be even more embarrassed than he already was. He stared at his brother in begging, terrified eyes. Had he altered reality at all? How would his parents react!? He could already feel that intangible tug on his body to go present himself to more people. His brother grinned like the devil, as Trevor was compelled to march down stairs to show himself off. In his mind, he was screaming for it to stop, but all that came out were the most adorable mews. His horror translated to an almost playfully shy expression. As if he was asking to be played with or even punished.
His parents were in the kitchen, putting away groceries. Their backs still towards him. His mother rummaging in the fridge. His dad, in the cupboard. Trevor marched right to the center of the room and crawled catlike onto the cold smooth counter. His overly sensitive skin, immune to harsh weather, was not anything but immune to everyday sensations. Couldn't stop himself from letting out a loud, lustful moan. Both his parents turned to see him.