The engine of Jerome's vehicle roared, and lurched as Rafe shifted it into gear, and raced up the gravel-dirt road. When he pulled on to the highway, he accelerated, and the gym bag containing the rubber sex doll and cum rag slid across the backseat. Slime covered Jeff found himself mashed on to his flattened brother's face, as the bag fell off the seat and on to the floor.
"Fuck, Jerome," he sighed.
"Jerome. I Jerome," he heard in his mind. It sounded like Jerome, but Jerome when he was totally wasted.
"Jerome, it's me Jeff!" shouted Jeff mentally.
"Jeff? Uh. Brother Jeff?"
"Yeah, your brother Jeff. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Me like sex."
"No fucking kidding. Oh, wait, you're an inflatable sex doll now, and Rafe must've set it so that's your new normal. Fuck, you really are an airhead, aren't you?"
"Airhead? Hm? Trouble think."
"Thinking! Trouble thinking!"
"Trouble think. Yes."
"I don't know which is worse, you being a total airhead or being used as your cum rag."
"Cum good. Like cum."
"Yeah, whatever. Do you know where Rafe is going?"
"Rafe going?"
"Where does Rafe work?"
"Rafe strips."
"Rafe is a stripper? Or strips what?"
"Stripper Rafe. Total naked."
"Okay. Where does Rafe strip?"
"Carnival. Sideshow."
"Where is the Carnival Sideshow, Jerome?"
"Moves. Lucasville yesterday. Um."
"Where today?"
"L-l-lepton."
"Lepton?"
"Your name Lepton? Odd name. Town name Lepton."
"I'm Jeff!"
"Bro name Jeff too."
"I am your bro!"
"Like sex."
"Yeah, and look where's gotten you, Jerome."
"Name Jerome. Who you?"
The conversation was painfully slow with long pauses while Jerome's mind drifted or he tried to think of words. It took a good twenty minutes, though it should've taken at most two. Jeff was beside himself, but relieved that his brother could hear him. Though his short term memory resembled Dory's from the Finding Nemo Movies. Jeff was pretty sure that his brother would not remember his time as an inflatable sex toy, which was too bad because the more he learned about Jerome, the more he figured he'd like being that.
The car stopped, and Jeff was still a cum rag, so they were out of the Chronivac's range. They must be in Lepton. Hm, if he could figure out how to access his Chronivac remotely using Rafe's smartphone, perhaps he could still change back. Oh, yeah, how the fuck was he supposed to do that- after all he was just a filthy sex rag.
Rafe grabbed the gym bag, and locked the car.
"Hey, Rafe asked me to fill in for him," he said to unseen someones.
"Well, if you're wearing his thong, It'll be a tight fit," teased a sissy sounding guy.
"His dressing table is over there," said another, "Be sure to use plenty of the glitter body powder. The rubes love it."
"I know," Jerome's voice answered, and then he added, "Rafe told me."
The bag unzipped, and Rafe started to put Jerome's clothing into the gym bag, as he dressed in his costume. Suddenly, there was a flash of light. It was the light from his smartphone. He had put that in the gym bag too.
Jeff concentrated. He had to move. MOVE, he willed.
The sex doll moved, but Jeff didn't.
"You can move, Jerome!"
"Jerome move."
"Yes. Jerome get the phone."
"Phone ringing?"
"No. The smartphone next to you! Get it, Jerome."
"Hello?" Jerome said.
"It's me Jeff!" his mental voice had an exasperated tone.
"Jeff Bro," Jerome answered.
"Push the Chronivac App on the smartphone."
"Push APP."
The flashlight on the phone turned on.
"Move the cum rag next to the phone, Jerome."
The deflated sex doll moved as slowly as it thought, but eventually, the cumrag was wrapped around Rafe's phone. Now that he could see the face clearly, all he had to do was get Jerome to push the right symbols.
Coldplay blared for about three minutes, before Jeff got Jerome to shut it off.
The Chronivac App came to life: SUBJECT ONE: CURRENT STATE INFLATABLE SEX DOLL . SUBJECT TWO: UNDER CONTROL CHRONIVAC 110235-H, DO YOU WANT TO NETWORK?