"Yeah, sorry mom!" An Australian accented voice called back, almost instantly after, a tall, lean, handsome, shirtless 16 year old boy came down, only wearing a pair of blue shorts, and boxers underneath.
His armpits and feet reeked, and as he picked Jeff up, with no trouble, and the other shoe, Jeff felt the pain go through him again, and when he opened his eyes, he was the same size and shape as the other shoe, but still had his face, eyes and nose. And his skin had kept its coulor. Luke placed him and the other shoe in his armpit, while he leant down to pick up a towel that had fallen.
Luke ran back upstairs, to a very smelly room. It radiated with Luke's body ours or, and a mixture of that, stale socks and rub on deoderant.
Luke placed Jeff beside his bed and began reading a book.
Suddenly..