Edwin cannot believe his luck. He doesn't understand why Jack is smiling. Doesn't he realize that with the Chronivac in hand, Edwin has the upper hand. Dumb bully, thinks Edwin.
"Uh, thanks, yeah, what type of shoes should I be?" Edwin says thoughtfully. He has already decided that shoe would be on the other foot now - er, Jack would be his shoes, but Edwin was tired of being a kid. Better to be 21 again, only not just 21, but handsome, buff, and smarter. Hell, he'd be Superman - well, not the cartoon character, but the actor who would get cast as to play him the movies. Over six feet tall, black hair, slightly wavy, and blue eyes, and oh, best of all red rubber hero boots. Edwin smiled, and aimed the Chronivac at himself, and said, "I think I'll make a nice pair of red rubber boots for you, SuperJack." He pressed the button.
He expected to grow, but instead he started to shrink. He dropped the emitter on the bed, and felt himself growing hollow inside and splitting. He was becoming the red boots? But how? He had selected Jack to be the boots. Oh, no this was terrible. He'd increased the senses of the boots, so they would feel, smell and taste at heightened levels, and the wearer could hear the boots thoughts and feelings. Edwin had planned to hear Jack pleadings, as he stomped through dog poo with him on, but now it was he. He was on the other foot. He glared at Jack who was clearly experiencing a major growth spurt. The buttons on his shirt burst, as his chest grew from a size 38 to a size 54.
"Who-o-o-a!" gasped Jack in a deepening voice, "Uh, figured you'd try something like this, Eddie, so I switched the identity tags. So everything you planned for me is happening to you, and everything you planned for you is happening to me. Damn, I am hot. Though I sort of miss being blond. Oh, well, uh, and here I thought you were bright. You only provided boots in my new size."
"Id-i-ot!" Eddie said slowly as he forced the sounds out of his shrinking red rubber body. "Idiot," echoed his other half in a weaker voice. He had already split into two. The voice continued hollowly with the other echoing each word, "MS. SAN-TO-OS", "Miz santos." "SUPER" "super" "SUIT" "suit"
Jack picked up the emitter, and laughed, he aimed the emitter at the hoodie hanging on the back of his door.
"Yeah, you thought of everything," Jack said ripping of his torn clothing. He paused to admire his new naked adult physique in the mirror. Then he took his new Super suit costume off the hook, he examined it, and laughed, it wasn't quite right. The logo was wrong. It was a shield, but said SJ, not S. He glanced at the emitter. There was a warning box, "Trademark and copyright protection detected. Transderm will provide its own non-copyright-violating version of requested transformation."