But it wasn’t on the side anymore. It had gone. Jamie had taken it out of his pocket and left it there when he got in, so he could put his pants in with the wash. At the time he hadn’t even thought about what he was doing, but maybe it just fell down the side or something. It wasn’t really a big deal anyway, seeing as he intended to ignore the pill.
He was distracted by the sound of heavy footsteps from upstairs. It sounded like Timmy was jumping about up there. What’s the matter – why wasn’t he asleep yet?
”Timmy”
The footsteps stopped. “Timmy are you okay?”
Then they started out again. Solid, heavy-sounding things that sounded like they should belong to someone three-times Timmy’s age. What was going on? They were getting faster, it sounded like they were coming downstairs.
“Hello, who is that?”
“Jamie…”
It was a voice Jamie didn’t recognise, terrifying Jamie that there was someone he didn’t know in his house. It wasn’t quite grown up yet, but very croaky. Like some sort of teenage-adolescent. It sounded more frightened than Jamie himself
“Who is that?”
A boy walked into the room that Jamie didn’t recognise. Tall, good looking, blonde haired. Completely naked. His body was strong hairless and well-defined. Looming shoulders, bulky arms, His abs created an eight pac and his chest and back formed a 'V' from his tiny waist, curving out to chunky-muscular legs and thighs. Jamie couldn’t even take his eyes of his large penis, dangling flaccid between his legs. His face was open and honest, almost beautiful of feminine proportions. His body oozed masculinity, but he walked and sounded almost like a child – insecure, innocent and scared.
“Timmy….?”
The little boy stood before Jamie, at the foot of the stairs, wasn’t a little boy anymore. With his wide chest and shoulders, big arms and pectorals, and inspiring abs, he was a man; like something out of the football team at school. He was impressively cut and fat-free, retaining in some ways the slight build of the little boy he had once been. Only his face, now marked with fine features – an impressive nose, full lips and strong chin – perhaps still betrayed some of the little Timmy inside; through his clear blue eye, as expressive and beautiful as before. And his blonde hair, too, was the same, albeit slightly muddier and darker in his maturity. He wore it framed around his head and coming down to a short fringe and around his ears.
“Timmy, what have you done?”
“I…nothing.” Now when he spoke it was the deep masculine voice of a man. Jamie found it unbelievable. To all appearances, he deeply resembled any one of the jocks at school, who only earlier that day had been threatening to beat him to a pulp. And yet Jamie knew inside he was that same little boy; sweet, good-natured, innocent and probably deeply scared.
“You took the pill on the side didn’t you?”
“I…no, no I didn’t. Are you angry with me?”
How could he be angry with him? Jamie wouldn’t even know where to start. He’d found it hard enough to get angry with his little brother anyway, they’d been through so much together, but now that he wasn’t so little anymore – in a way, he was intimidated by him. Even though he knew he wouldn’t touch him in a million years, Timmy could now overpower his brother in a few simple moves if he’d wanted
“Timmy, no I’m not angry with you.”
“What’s happened to me Jamie? I feel really strange.”
”You look different too.”
“Is there something wrong with me?”
”No, no of course not baby.” Although Jamie wasn’t so sure. “How do you feel?”