Ty felt himself increasingly resentful of his now older brother. Jesse had apparently found a job without even having to look for one; he'd taken Tyler's old one. Apparently part of the spell made a conversion in people's minds. No one remembered the grown up version of Tyler! Implanted in people's minds was only the grown up Jesse and diminuitive, helpless little boy version of Tyler. No one remembered the version of him that was lithe, muscular, behemoth in strength. The one people admired and looked up to was now Jesse. He had the enormous arms which bulged outside of his short sleeved shirt even now.
Tyler was getting bugged by little things. Jesse made a comment to him to "not get too far out of his sight" at the park. Who did he think he was?!
"Hey, Ty" said Jesse. "Would you like something to eat?"
"Yeah, I am pretty hungry."
So they went to get a sandwich. Ty started to order but Jesse interrupted with an "ahem".
"Sorry, bro, but it'll look bad. You're only a little kid. It wouldn't reflect that good on *me*. You need to let the guy who's supposed to be in charge BE in charge. Now why don't you take this shiny quarter and go play a video game and I'll order for the two of us."
Tyler got huffy. "Okay, but order some cookies, too."
"Well maybe I will, if you're a good little boy." Jesse grinned. Got, what a grin it was. It was a mixture of a model of masculinity with a tinge of...what? Obsessive power?
Jesse called Ty over to eat. And he was winning the game. Reluctantly, he moved away from it, and the two began eating.
"So..I figure...part of the spell...it's so exciting. People already know me, dude," said Jesse. "It's like...they think I'm some sort of...adult." He laughed as he bit into his sandwich. And then Jesse noticed that there was something else on the table. A green bottled brew.
"You're...going to drink that."
"Yeah, I'm going to drink that! Why not? I DO get to do things you don't."
"Can I have a sip?"
"No you can't," Jesse said, talking to him like he was crazy. Like he was just really a kid. "You'd never let me sip *yours*. Not even when I asked like, real nice and stuff." Jesse lifted the bottle. "Dude, it's soooo good. I can't believe this. I'm actually drinkin' beer now! And I get to, and no one will care. This is so cool..." Jesse stared off into space, happily. Tyler frowned.
Later, as they were walking downtown, Jesse spotted a leather jacket for sale in a dime store. He went inside and it was a perfect fit. Black leather with plenty of studs. It fit tight on him. Like just about everything did now. His chest was quite broad. Purchasing the jacket was the final nail in Tyler's coffin. Jesse was getting away with it...he'd been so stupid. He had no power whatsoever now. Oh, the things he'd given up. And it was only just the beginning.
"Hey, tiger. Would you like to ride on my shoulders?"
"No...that's okay."
"Oh, c'mon. Please? You know it'd be fun." Jesse said, grinning. He was enjoying all of this, and it was all innocent in his mind.
Tyler finally gave in. He felt the rush and smelled the male odor of his brother as he was hoisted on top the giant. He felt so tall and yet it was really just such a total illusion, but there was the overpowering smell of beer and it made him pine for satisfaction that only adults can have. He put his arms around his brother's neck for stability and felt the hair prickle his skin. The sun beat down on his brother's now sweaty, tight, skin. It felt so warm and smelled so salty, so warm....so...enticing....Tyler suddenly realized he needed everything he had given up. He needed it! He needed the men he had experienced...the men he had explored and what's more, conquered.
But he could conquer nothing in this...puny little body. Nothing at all. It wasn't fair!