Despite appearing identical in every way, there are subtle differences between the twins. Mike is more emotional, while Aaron is more athletic. The two had the occasional arguments between them, but in the end they had each others' back, especially when ganging up on Ryan. Ryan gave up on trying to divide them long ago. He had learned it was better just to stay out of their way.
He looked out the small window in the shared room down at Mike and Aaron. Ryan thought about his latest humiliation, he could still feel the manure on his face, the putrid smell filling his nostrils, the powerlessness he felt as he struggled to free himself while they taunted him. They called him "Little Bitch," and "wimp" and then there was the ever popular "faggot." Ryan didn't know exactly why, but "faggot" always stung the most. He was straight, the chronivac had just given him proof of that, but part of him knew that in this terrible town he was never going to find anyone. Ryan was smart, funny, and had a future but in Bucktail people like Mike got the girls. It didn't matter that Mike had already peaked in life, he had big muscles, a handsome face, and a big penis. That was all that mattered. Ryan smiled, Mike wouldn't have those things for much longer. Soon Mike would know how Ryan felt, how he had made Ryan feel his entire life.
Ryan turned to the Chronivac and selected Mike. His profile loaded:
Name: Michael Searle
Age: 18 Years 1 months 2 days
Height: 6 foot 2 Inches
Weight: 182 Pounds
Gender: Male
Sexuality: 74% Heterosexual
Body Fat: 9.5%
Penis, Hard: 10” Inches
Penis, Soft: 8.2" Inches
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Blonde
After browsing around and reading through the simple but helpful "?" icons, Ryan pieced together a plan. The Chronivac would gradually change Mike and Ryan, Mike's losses would be Ryan's gains. It was 5:50 in the afternoon so Ryan started typing his changes into his wondrous machine. Everyday at 6 pm Mike would lose 1/4" of his impressive manhood and Ryan's would increase by that length. Mike's big, heavy testicles would shrink, and Ryan's would grow proportionally. Half a pound of Mike's muscle would turn into fat, and Ryan would gain half a pound of muscle. Ryan pondered more options, but noticed he had less than a minute until 6 and being too excited to wait, Ryan hit the accept button. A warning came up, one that Ryan hadn't seen previously. "Cation: during extended alteration programs, parties will remain aware of physical changes." Ryan smiled, hit ok, and said "Great" aloud to no on in particular.
6 p.m. hit Ryan felt the now familiar tingle of the Chronivac doing its work. He watched as Mike stopped his work, for a second, also feeling the small jolt of electricity. But it was all over in moment, and for now at least he was none the wiser.