You decide it would be best to start with a simple change. If you switch your eye color, maybe Walker won't even notice. Anyone else who sees the change will probably just think he's wearing contacts, too. Plus, you think reproachfully, it doesn't matter what you pick. The ring isn't magic. At least that's what you tell yourself as you close your eyes and kiss the plastic bauble.
When you open your eyes, you don't really feel different. But then, it was a pretty basic change, wasn't it? It's not like your eyes usually FEEL brown, they just are. You stand up and walk over to your wall mirror, expecting nothing. However, against all odds, your eyes are the color of glistening sapphires. Your reflection is frozen in shock as Walker's blue eyes stare back. This is incredible! Your ring is actually magic, after all.
But wait, isn't there supposed to be a second change? The ring's packaging said something about a swapping something at random. You try to look closer at your reflection, seeing nothing different. Maybe it's something your clothes are covering - you want to get a closer look. You strip off your shirt, disappointed to see that abs have not spontaneously replaced your slight paunch. Your legs? They don't look any longer, and when you pull down your jeans they look the same, lightly dusted with downy blonde hairs and undefined. Maybe the change was something you can't see. After all, the only thing left to check is...
You pull down your boxers, ready to see your 6.5 incher in its soft state. Instead, your searching eyes are met with an upsetting image. Where your cock usually hangs is an inert brownish nub. You grab it experimentally, noticing that your hand feels too empty. Its never looked like this before. Maybe you're just cold, you tell yourself, although you know you feel perfectly warm. Stepping out of the boxers resting on your ankles, you lie on your bed and try to restore your manhood. When you finally manage to ignore your panic and get hard, you're barely half your old size. Scrambling for a ruler, you measure yourself. 3.5 inches. Well, 3.3 without any rounding. Your cock skin looks weirdly dark, too -- you're used to it being pinker. Could you really have traded dicks with Walker? Your cousin is so tall, and he has size 12 feet -- doesn't that stuff mean he's supposed to be well-endowed? Walker is always talking about getting laid, too. But maybe this is why he can't keep a girlfriend, opting for one night stand after one night stand. Of all the things, you think. That bastard took the only thing you had that was better, more. You could have become buff, popular, rich, tall. Everything seems to just fall into Walker's lap -- this time, literally.
Without warning, you hear clomping steps down the hall. Shit! You try to grab for your bed sheets, but they're lying on the floor. "Jesus, bro, you haven't even started dinner yet? I'm fucking starved. Are you even--" And then your door swings open. Walker is silent, staring. You lunge backwards, grabbing for your discarded boxers. You cover your crotch with the bunched fabric, but it's too late. You know he saw. Your cousin backs away, and closes the door. There was something strange in Walker's glance when he saw you. Something quizzical in his newly brown eyes. Fuck. "Uhhhhhh, dude. Like, lock the door if you're going to do that shit." You hear him walk towards the bathroom and shut the door behind him. You dress frantically. You don't want him to figure out what has happened. By the time you've got pants and a shirt on, the door is closed and you hear the sink running. After what seems like many minutes, Walker steps out. He has a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Hey, so... you're pretty small, huh Cuz?", says Walker, sticking out his pinky and wiggling it. Your face reddens. You are about to respond when the tall youth grabs you by the shoulder, lifting your chin upwards with his other hand. You try to turn away, but he's stronger than you. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Pretty sure your eyes weren't blue yesterday," he grins, releasing your chin. His hand is still firmly on your shoulder though. "N-no...", you stammer nervously, "they've always been, um--". Your cousin shakes his head. "I'm not, like, a dumbass. You gonna tell me how you did it? Or do I have to make you tell me?" His grasp is starting to hurt, pinching your upper arm. "I d-don't know what you're talking about," you say, but it is futile. Walker marches you to your room roughly.
He finds the ring almost instantly -- it's in plain sight, sitting in the middle of your bed. You had enough sense to take it off before confronting Walker, but not enough to hide it, apparently. "Was it this," he demands loudly, "this plastic ring thing?" You try to lie, but you just open your mouth silently and snap it shut again. "Tell me how it works," says Walker. "Now."