“Can you give me a fourth arm?” Eric asked.
“Can you make me a superhero?” Pat asked louder.
“Yo Charlie make all your furniture men,” Landon said incessantly.
“Well?!” David said eyes wide.
As Charlie’s friends buzzed around with ideas, they began to annoy Charlie.
“I want you guys to just go sit on the couch and fall asleep,” Charlie said waving his hand.
The boys suddenly stood up, but not by their own doing. It was very unnatural and they all looked a bit shocked about it.
“Now hold on Charlie,” Landon said.
“We’ll stop tal-” David went to say, but when his butt hit the couch he immediately closed his eyes and drifted off. The other three boys did the same.
Charlie sighed as he stood up. He stared at his friends sleeping still on the man couch.
“Make the couch normal,” he said waving his hand and it was so. David let out a grunt. Charlie couldn’t have them waking up too soon.
“None of them will wake up until I tell them to,” Charlie said waving his hand. Not much changed but Charlie slapped David as hard as he could.
Nothing. Charlie was in the clear. He heard a creak from upstairs.
“No one will bother us until they’ve woken up,” he said with a swoosh if he hand.
Without any distractions, Charlie placed a chair in front of his friends to study them.
“All of you will not have shirts on,” Charlie said waving his hand. Despite his friends being asleep, they maneuvered their t-shirts off of themselves where they simply fell onto each other. Charlie removed them and set them in a pile. This was good.
“The four of you have never worn anything aside from extremely tight boxers in your life,” Charlie said curiously.
The four friends removed their various pants as well as their socks. Any style of underwear they wore tightened and molded into boxers.
“You all have always been muscular and extremely attractive,” Charlie continued.
Each boy inflated (David was a bit overweight and deflated) into extremely toned bodies. They boys were in high school but had killer bodies. Any teenage acne disappeared as eight packs sprouted underneath large pecs. Even Eric’s three arms all grew rock hard biceps. Charlie waved away Eric’s third arm, it was getting in the way.
“The five of us are quintuplets despite us looking different from each other,” Charlie said. Charlie heard something from his bedroom. He stood up and checked to see that unfortunately while his room had gotten no bigger, the bed had. It was huge, and apparently to save money his (their) parents had just gotten one big bed for all of them. The Wall was filled with dressers now. Charlie looked inside of them and most only contained identical pairs of boxer shorts albeit in five different styles. He returned to his chair after shutting his door.
“The four of you are entirely unaffected by temperature and are always comfortable no matter how hot or cold it is. The soles of your feet are extremely hard so it doesn’t hurt to walk on hard surfaces,” Charlie added. He couldn’t have them freezing to death if they were to wear nothing but boxers. And he couldn’t have them tiptoeing around without shoes.
All of a sudden, Charlie got a whiff of something awful. His friends turned brothers were rank, as if they had worked out but hadn’t showered.
“The four of you are perpetually clean, there is never a need for you to shower, brush your teeth, or anything hygienic. You don’t need to sweat and you never release any sort of body odor,” Charlie said covering his nose. The smell was suddenly gone.
And there they sat, sleeping on top of each other. Four hulking men in tight boxers snoring.
“You will all wake up and we will play video games again. None of you will remember that I have this power and everyone including you four will think that you have always been this way. No one especially you four will have a problem with you wearing nothing but boxer shorts. In the future, no one will notice my hand lighting up or the changes I make because of it unless I specify,” Charlie said. He waved his hand and the four hyper masculine teenager stood up and like robots returned to their original gaming positions.
They picked up their controllers simultaneously and all of a sudden acted like normal.
“Eric,” Pat said. His voice was much deeper and he was shaking his head. “Don’t do this to me Eric. We were supPOSED TO BE ON THE SAME TEAM. ERIC.”
The boys laughed, Charlie a bit more nervously than usual. And so the night continued as the moon came up through the window.