After looking through all the options, Layla decided that her son would become a G-string.
She wasn't really that interested about the color, so she just picked brown.
She heard Jeff place his plate in the sink before his heavy footsteps raced up the stairs.
He was a bit flushed and it probably.. hopefully... wasn't the short exercise he just did.
“So.. to recap,” She began, “I am going to change you into a g-string.”
Her son blushed at the idea itself.
“You will transform back in 150 hours which is next Thursday, so about a week from now. So six days and six hours later from the moment I press enter. You will not be able to interact with anybody except listen.”
He nodded.
“Any last words?” She asked.
A smile, “Hope I am comfy?
She pressed enter.
The glow surrounded Jeff, just as it had done to the mosquito and began warping him.
Molding him to the new panties he was going to be this week.
He became a shiny brownish color, slowly folding in on himself.
Eventually the glow faded and her son was now a..... wire?
“Honey? I don't think this thing works?” She spoke as she picked up Jeff. Staring confused to her son's new form, “You aren't a G-string, you aren't really any form of clothing at all? You are just a metal wire?”
Layla just stared, it was puzzling why the program had turned her son into a wire. She knew it was correct, she just couldn't figure out why.
A melody reached her ears from the open window... her eyes widened as she realized her mistake
Jeff was indeed a g-string, just one for a guitar.