The party had been a blur of emotions—humiliation, frustration, and something else Jeff didn't want to acknowledge. Emma, in his body, had played the role of cocky boyfriend too well, pushing Jeff further and further into the illusion of being a real girl. The worst part? He had let it happen. The way Emma had kissed him, touched him, teased him—it had left Jeff breathless, confused, and on edge in a way he’d never felt before.
Now, back in Jeff’s room, things had gone too far.
Emma had Jeff pinned beneath him on the bed, his hands roaming over Jeff’s stolen curves. His lips traced down Jeff’s throat, and Jeff felt everything—the soft, tingling pleasure of a body that wasn’t his. His fingers clenched into Emma’s shirt, part of him wanting to push away, part of him not knowing how to react.
“Emma—” Jeff started, his voice a breathy whisper that made his stomach twist in horror.
Emma just grinned, leaning in closer. “That’s your name now, babe.”
That was enough to break the spell.
Jeff shoved him off, scrambling back against the headboard. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his heart pounding. “No! We—we need to stop! You’ve had your fun, now switch us back!”
Emma sat up, stretching his arms like nothing had happened. “Oh, but I like this,” he said with a lazy smirk. “You make such a good girlfriend.”
Jeff glared. “Emma, I swear to God—”
But Emma wasn’t listening anymore. He was staring at the Chronivac sitting on the desk. A new idea sparked in his eyes, something mischievous, something worse.
He got up, walked over to the device, and grabbed it. Before Jeff could react, he started typing, his fingers moving fast across the keyboard.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Jeff demanded, panic creeping into his voice.
Emma just giggled—giggled—before pressing Enter.
Jeff blinked.
For a second, nothing happened.
And then… Emma shrunk.
His body rippled, shifting rapidly. His muscles vanished, his limbs became small, delicate. His clothes reshaped themselves into something childish—shorts, a t-shirt with a superhero logo. Within seconds, Emma was gone.
Standing in his place was Charly.
Jeff’s 11-year-old brother.
The little boy grinned up at Jeff with wide, innocent eyes, bouncing on his heels like he had way too much energy. “Hehehe! This is SO cool!” he squealed. His voice was high-pitched and childish now, full of hyper energy. “I’m Charly! Look at meeee!”
Jeff felt his entire body freeze. His stomach dropped like a stone. “No… No way… You didn’t—”
Charly—Emma—giggled again, running in circles around the room. “Ohhh yeah! I’m your baby bro, Jeffy!” He stuck out his tongue, spinning on his heel dramatically. “And you’re my hot big sister now, Emma!”
Jeff’s breath caught. “Stop calling me that!”
Charly just beamed at him. “Noooope!” He skipped toward the desk, grabbing the Chronivac’s portable emitter. Then, with a devilish grin, he held it behind his back.
Jeff’s blood turned to ice.
“Gimme that!” He lunged forward.
Charly darted away, giggling like an annoying little brat. “Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast, big sis!” He wagged a finger at Jeff. “If you try to take it, I’ll lock the changes forever.”
Jeff froze. His heart slammed against his ribs. “You wouldn’t.”
Charly smirked. “Ohhhh yes, I would.” He spun the emitter playfully in his little hands. “I mean, think about it! You make such a cute girlfriend. And I make such a cute little brother! It’d be a shame to change back now.”
Jeff’s fingers clenched into the bedsheets. He felt sick. “Emma, this isn’t funny.”
“It’s Charly now!” the boy chirped, sticking out his tongue.
Jeff stared, his mind racing. Emma—no, Charly—was serious.
If Jeff didn’t play along, if he pushed too hard, Emma might never turn him back.
He was trapped.
His lips parted, but no words came out.
Charly took a step closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Sooooo, big sis,” he cooed, rocking on his heels. “Are you gonna be my girlfriend now, or are you gonna whine about it?”
Jeff’s entire body went cold.
Emma wasn’t just playing around anymore.
She was keeping him like this.