"Wisten to me..." Tanner tried to argue, but kept lisping every L he tried to pronounce.
"I'm wistening," Derrick teased, exaggerating the effect of his now little brother's adorable lisp.
"No, weally," Tanner said, then sighed deeply. "Mom and dad would fweak out..." He growled and started again. "Mom and dad would never leave you in charge. You are still eight years old, Dewwick."
"Hmmm, maybe you have a point," Derrick said. He left the room. A surprised Tanner tried to follow, but couldn't keep pace now. By the time the toddler caught up to him, Derrick had already programmed in a new scan for the Chronivac.
"Don't!" Tanner warned, too late.
Before his eyes, he watched in mute astonishment as Derrick's body twisted and contorted as limbs stretched, muscles inflated, hair sprouted and his face matured. His new adult body seriously jeopardized the integrity of his Underoos, however. Derrick made loud groans and moans as he adjusted to the swift physical changes to his body.
"What did you do!" Tanner piped in a ridiculously demanding voice.
Derrick proudly allowed Tanner to view the Chronivac screen.
SCAN RESULTS:
Name: Derrick Jacob McBeall
Age: 20
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 6’ 5’’
Weight: 211 lbs
Sexual Preference: N/A
Hair color: brown
Eye color: blue
Occupation: much older brother
"Now, what about my little brother?" Derrick asked with a tone of husky glee.
As for Tanner, his mouth had been agape so long a bit of drool had collected in the corner. The fun fantasy was rapidly spinning into an out-of-control nightmare.