Mark hopped around the room for a few minutes, jumping up on the desk and even against windows chasing Dirk the fly. Despite themselves, Tony and his friends laughed at the spectacle. Mark snapped out his bullfrog tongue several times, but never really came close. Still, Dirk the fly was kept buzzing frantically around the room. Over and over he slammed into the glass of the windows without even slowing, leading Mark's brother and friends to worry that he'd hurt himself.
Finally, Jeff stepped forward. "Alright, that's enough, turn him back"
Mark leaped over to the desk. "I know how to use this thing. I don't need Jeff or Tony to do everything for me" he thought. Mark had already set the chronivac to turn him and Dirk back. All he needed to do now was hit the enter key and then get in front of the emitter. It would go off after a two second delay. Mark deftly pressed enter with his right front leg, waited a split second and then leaped in the air. He found he was leaping right at Dirk the fly who was heading toward the emitter from the middle of the room.
Mark felt the electric waive pass through his bullfrog body and then, almost instantly, found himself on the floor, naked, on top of a naked Dirk. He groaned and pushed himself up off Dirk's surprisingly round buns. Transformations back to his body never felt this odd. He reached for his pounding head. What the . .? He felt thick, long silky hair instead of his close cropped cut. He steadied himself and rose to a kneeling position. Why is my skin so pale? What the hell happened to my penis? It's so thin?! Then, Mark felt an electric wave pass through him and saw a flash of light.
But the light passed in a second and Mark walked along down the sidewalk outside the Rodman house. He stopped in mid stride.
"What the hell? What am I doing here?" He saw the sleeves of a letterman's jacket and then looked down at the acid washed jeans.
"What?! I don't wear acid washed?!"
Just as disconcerting was his voice. Mark didn't hear his evolving bass voice. He heard Dirk's valley boyish sound.
"No! No. this can't be!"
Mark rushed into the Rodman house, a huge tudor style house set well back from the road and raced up to the bathroom. Somehow, Mark knew exactly where it would be. No! There he was in the mirror, Dirk Rodman, dumb blond quarterback. No! But Mark opened then closed his mouth. The square jawed dumb blond did the same thing. He turned his head to the left, then right, then left again and finally back and forth. The dumb blond did the same thing. No! Mark panicked. And then he noticed the disgusting feeling at the seat of his pants. He threw his jacket out into the hall then shut the door and dropped his pants. He'd shit his pants. No, wait! Dirk did! Dirk shit his pants just as he became a fly. Mark took all his clothes off and flushed the soiled briefs down the toilet. He jumped into the shower to wash the crap off his flat ass. He soaped up his unwanted new body as quickly as he could. When he was done, he jumped out and took a minute to inspect this new body. Alright, it isn't disgusting. He's tall at least and not fat, but, oh god, I hate this mother. Look at this penis! Mine's bigger and I'm frigging 13!
He realized that his mother and sister were due home any time now and saw the towel rack empty. Oh well, there're plenty more in the hall closet. Mark calmly walked naked out into the hall toward where he knew the closet to be, and right into view of his mother and sister at the bottom of the stairs. His sister let out a shriek and his mother shouted at him "Dirk! What is the matter with you?"
Mark ran into his bedroom and quickly pulled on a pair of tighty whiteys and a typical Dirk outfit of jeans and a Raiders shirt. He picked up the bedroom phone and called the St. Martin house. I've gotta tell Tony what's happened.
"Hello"
"Um, hi, Tony? This-this is me, Mark. I-"
"What? What are you talking about Dirk? I recognize your voice. You-"
"No! I'm really Mark! We got-"
Mark stopped talking. He could hear that Tony had put his hand over the receiver and was talking to someone in the background. He heard the last few words that Tony said in response. ". . proof. You could only know that if you were Mark" and then Mark could hear him clearly again, Tony's hand off the mouthpiece "Go haze some freshmen or something Dirk but don't prank call here"
-Click-
Mark half felt like crying. What do I do now?
At the St. Martin house, Dirk made his way into the bathroom and started stroking his awesome new rod for all he was worth. Damn, who'd have thought that skinny little kid was sporting meat like this? Maybe I'll stay like this.