Tim decided to make Noah 16, just like him and Jacob. Presumably, he would become Tim’s twin brother, something Tim had always wanted deep down.
Tim typed the change into the computer and initiated it. He glanced over at the small chair he’d placed Noah into to sleep, and saw a quick change sweep through. When it was completed, the chair was a bean bag chair, and it held a 16-year-old boy.
New memories flooded Tim’s mind. He and Noah were fraternal twins, but in many ways looked so similar they could be identical. The main issue was their hair: Tim’s was black and smooth, whereas Noah’s was wild and blond.
For the past two months, as Jenny’s servant, Tim had built up some decent muscle doing all the grueling work around the house. This muscle gain, combined with his already handsome appearance, had been what attracted Jenny to him to start, and led to the birth of Noah originally.
But 16-year-old Noah outstripped what his father-turned-twin had built up. While Tim remained lean, with slender limbs and pecs only slightly jutting above his new ripped abs, Noah was beefier. He had thick arms containing softball-sized biceps, broad shoulders, a permanent 8-pack, and massive pecs thick as bread loads. His legs were also quite big and toned.
The memories continued coming into Tim’s mind. Despite Noah being far more athletic, they shared the same friends, including Jacob. But they had different characters. Whereas Tim was quieter and less willing to show off his body, Noah was brimming with confidence, even cockiness, and tended to go shirtless at every opportunity.
Noah, who had been snoring loudly, suddenly jerked awake. Groggily, he took in the room around him, with Tim looking at him and Jacob just reentering the room. Noah’s memory reformed to fit the situation.
“Hey, Jake! Sorry I fell asleep man, it’s been a long day and practice was grueling today. You guys up for video games?” Noah said with a grin.
Jacob quickly glanced at Tim as his memories caught up also. Then, somewhat uncertainly, he said, “Um, sure! You go ahead and get it set up.”
While Noah did that, Jacob leaned in to whisper to Tim, “You made him 16 too?”
“Yeah,” Tim answered. “Not quite what I expected, you know? I’m no athlete and neither were my parents. But Noah is somehow a total stud.”
Jacob whispered, “Do we tell him about the game? Do we hide it? Won’t he find out eventually anyway?”