I glanced at the window and saw something off about Charlie, so I fully stared into the window.
Inside on the couch, there was some small child, possibly a toddler, sitting in a large pile of clothes. They were focused on the tv to care that I was peering in the window.
I unlocked the door and walked in. The toddler turned his head towards me and attempted to run, but his clothes caused him to trip and fall.
“Hey! Who are you?” I ask him. The boy stared at me, and started to cry. I walked over to him and helped him up, “You’re not in trouble, I just want to know your name.”
“Charlie” he said through the crying, “I don’t know what I did?”
“Charlie, as in my brother Charlie?” He nodded his head. “Jesus, what happened?”
“I was watching cartoons when a toy was at the door. I opened it and there was only the toy and paper. I read the paper, but accidentally shot myself with the toy. Now I can’t read or do anything right!”
“Ok, where is the toy now?” He pointed to the kitchen table, where what looks like a remote controller was. I got closer and looked at the thing, along with the paper that came with it.
It said, “Thank you for purchasing the Change-O-Tron, the one and only body changing device. Use the touch screen to make a change, aim, and shoot. If your target dies from many reasons, they’ll change back to normal. All changes are recorded into the history box, along with an option to undo a change. Happy changing!”
I looked at the screen and saw many buttons:
A diaper with the words below it “Regress”
A man with the words “Progress”
A high heel with the words “Transgender”
A paw print with the words “Animal”
A barbell with the words “Muscle”
Something tiny with the words “Size”
A pair of underwear with the words “Inanimate”
A book with the words “History”
An undo button
And last but not least, the power button.
I grabbed the control and pointed it at Charlie. I pressed the undo button, and targeted him.
Slowly, he aged up. If only his clothes stayed perfectly on him while he did so.
When he got into his teenage years, his delicates became more hairy and larger.
“Oh, ok that’s my brother’s penis!” I said while covering my eyes. I could hear some kind of slap, and assume he just covered himself with his hands.
It took him a few seconds, but he got his clothes back on. He stared at me, still embarrassed about what happened, and expected me to start the conversation.
“So, what now?” He asked.
“I’m not too sure. Maybe if this came in a package, we can send it back.”
“But it didn’t! The doorbell rang and it was just there! There wasn’t a box, or a person there to give it to me.”
“Well damn. Maybe we can just keep it somewhere safe.”
“Yea, you do that. I’ll just try to forget what happened to me.”
I grabbed the note and the machine and took it to my room. In my closet, there is a small hole I found before my family did. So, I covered it up with random boxes, and then I covered it up with a small lid that I had to make myself. I hid the stuff in there, along with my emergency money, closed it up, and covered it back with boxes.
The rest of the day went smoothly. I fixed dinner, we ate, took our showers, and went to bed.
In the morning however, something felt off.