Marcus had never been close with his brother Oliver. Despite the 3 year age gap, he could not be any more different from the freshman. Thanks to his own responsibilities and priorities, Marcus had never had the opportunity to help Oliver when he needed it. That, combined with their different interests and Oliver's apathy towards athletics, resulted in a rocky relationship.
Figuring that Mode 2 would turn seniors back into freshman as advertised, Marcus thought this would be a chance to help his relationship with his brother. With the device turned on, Marcus appeared to be saying goodbye to his maturity as he fell asleep.
Night turned to morning, and Marcus reached for his phone to turn the alarm off. Though he was able to reach it with ease, his arm appeared narrower than usual. Alarmed, Marcus pulled back the covers. His muscles, though still present as he started working out in freshman year, were not as prominent in size or definition. His body had only the faintest traces of hair along his arms, ankles, and groin.
His attention then turned to his face. Though it had some traces of his older self, his stubble was reduced to a faint moustache above his upper lip. A slight breakout was detected on his forehead, along with a whitehead on his nose. His acne had returned, which was when it had dawned on Marcus that he was a freshman once again.
None of his clothes fit on the young teen's body, so Marcus bit the bullet as he snuck into Oliver's room. He was only given a few minutes while his brother was having a shower to find something to wear. Swapping his too large boxers for a pair of boxer briefs that fit along his waist, Marcus sorted through his brother's dresser to find something that wasn't too childish for him.
Time flew by, and before he knew it, Oliver had returned to his room. He had planned on hanging out with his friends, and was about to grab his phone. Oliver froze as he saw Marcus taking one of his shirts, standing in the room almost nude.
"Marcus? What are you doing, and why are you going through my shit?!"
Marcus' face turned red as he was forced to look at his brother. His hands tried to cover the boxer briefs but to no avail.
"Oliver? I....I....I...um, you know I was using that thing to make myself younger, right? Um..."
Marcus let out a nervous laugh as Oliver gave him strange looks.
"Fuck it. I made myself your age so that I could spend some time with you. I feel a little bad for leaving you hanging with everything I've been doing lately, but now that I don't have to worry about any of that, what better way to spend a weekend being younger than to spend it with my twin bro?"
Marcus wrapped his arm around Oliver's shoulder. The two brothers stood at the same height, but Oliver was just as dumbfounded as Marcus was nervous.
Oliver then spoke up and said...