Jeff's mom calls him down before he can explore the app further. Jeff can't risk leaving the Chronivac unattended, so he packs the device and his laptop into his laptop backpack, then heads downstairs.
"Jeff, did you forget you're supposed to head next door to babysit Dylan for the weekend?"
"Ugh, mom, why do you keep telling her I agree to watch that brat?"
"Jeff, he needs a role model, and besides, you get paid," she says.
"Yeah, so much," Jeff says sarcastically, but he can tell his mom won't let him get away from it, so he sighs and goes to pack his toothbrush. He can come back for clean clothes if he needs to, Dylan lives in the house next to his. Jeff makes sure to bring his laptop charger too.
Dylan's mom greets him at the door, as she brings her suitcase out. "Hi Jeff, thanks for looking out for him," she says.
Dylan comes to the door. The kid is 12-years-old, and so adorably cute that he manages to fool some gullible people, like Jeff's mom, into thinking he isn't an unholy terror.
"I don't need a babysitter, mom," Dylan says, "Can't I just stay by myself? You let me stay here alone after school all the time!"
Jeff shoots Dylan's mom a sympathetic glance.
"Dylan, it's too long for you to be alone, it's not healthy, and I can't take you with me, so be good for Jeff," she says, tone very firm. Dylan rolls his eyes and goes to sit on the couch. Jeff steps past Dylan's mom and into the house.
"I've got this, Sherry, don't worry," Jeff says. She hugs Jeff, which makes the 16-year-old feel awkward, but Sherry is a loving sort. He doesn't know how Dylan turned out so nasty.
Jeff sits on the chair while Dylan lounges across the whole couch. Jeff decides to get out the Chronivac, pulling his laptop out too and connecting the device via USB.
"What's that?" Dylan asks, sounding disinterested. Jeff knows Dylan can be crafty, so he does everything he can to maintain a bored expression.
"Just some dumb device we have to work with for my electronics class," Jeff says. "It's the most boring class ever, I swear, don't ever sign up for a class with Mr. Ladrian."
Dylan turns back to the TV, much to Jeff's relief. Jeff pulls up the Chronivac interface on his laptop, and begins reading through the options. He scans Dylan, out of curiosity. He reads off Dylan's dick size: 3.5 inches. Damn, the kid is still tiny.
Jeff wonders if maybe he can make some modifications to Dylan, to experiment. If the changes are subtle, Dylan might not notice. Maybe he can do something to make Dylan leave him alone and behave himself for a few hours.