Timothy stared down at Saul with wide, fear-filled eyes. "Holy shit... Saul! I ... I..."
He trailed off, Saul's plaintive look piercing him to his heart. "Gods, Saul; I'm sorry! I ... I thought you'd just ...well... just..."
Saul cut him off and beat his tiny, thin fists against Timothy's chest. "I don't care *what* you thought, Tim! Damnit, I want my body back!"
Timothy nodded, barely feeling his weak, former lover's fists on his body. "Ok, ok... Let's figure this out..." Swiftly, he turned and brought the chest over so both of them could look it over. "Well, if the button with the male symbol made my cock bigger and the down arrow made you smaller and weaker..." Timothy's finger traced over the remaining three buttons...
"There's an up arrow, two sideways arrows and a series of outward, radiating arrows..."