Jared looked at his brother with diffrent hair and wanted to test it more and said "now become my twin brother and look just like me"
Jared's smirk grew as he watched his brother supply, now a perfect mirror image of himself, squirm in his new body. Jeff’s face—his own face now—was twisted in a mixture of horror and disbelief as he looked down at his smaller, weaker hands. He clenched them into fists, but no amount of frustration could change what had happened.
Then their mother’s voice rang up from downstairs.
“Jared! You need to get to school! I can’t give you a ride today, so you’ll have to walk!”
Jared groaned. “Ugh, fine!” He glanced at Jeff, whose panicked eyes darted back and forth as if searching for a way out of this nightmare. Jared, however, only grinned. "Looks like you're stuck, bro. Hope you like being me."
Jeff’s lip curled in disgust. "Jared, please! Just—just change me back, and we can forget this happened!"
Jared tapped his chin as if considering it, but then his face lit up with a mischievous idea. He pointed at Jeff and said, “Follow me outside.”
Jeff hesitated, but the unseen force compelling his body left him no choice. With a defeated sigh, he trailed behind Jared as they made their way to the front yard.
Jared took a deep breath, feeling the morning air on his skin, and then turned to Jeff with a wicked grin. “You know, walking to school is so lame. I think I need something better.”
Jeff frowned. “What do you mean?”
Jared folded his arms and smirked. “I mean… I need a ride. And you? Well, I think you'd make a sick BMX bike.”
Jeff’s stomach dropped. “Jared. Don’t.”
But Jared had already spoken the words: “Turn into a really fancy and cool BMX bike, so all my friends will be jealous when I ride you to school.”
Jeff gasped, trying to protest, but his body was already betraying him. His arms stiffened, his legs melted together, his fingers fused and stretched, transforming into handlebars while his body bent unnaturally, reshaping into a sleek black frame. His skin hardened into smooth metal, his joints locked into place, and his feet twisted into tires.
Within moments, Jeff was no longer standing in front of Jared—he was on the ground, completely transformed into a high-end BMX bike, his sleek black finish gleaming in the morning sun. He looked expensive, probably worth more than two grand.
Jared's eyes widened in awe. “Holy shit…” He reached down and ran a hand over the glossy frame. “This is amazing. Mom and Dad would never buy me a BMX, but now I have the best one in the world… and it’s you, Jeff.”
He chuckled, gripping the handlebars—Jeff's handlebars—and feeling the weight of his brother’s new form beneath him.
Jeff, now nothing more than a bike, couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t protest. He could only feel. He felt Jared’s hands gripping his handlebars, felt Jared’s legs swinging over him, felt the boy’s weight settling down as he straddled the seat.
Jared grinned, feeling like a king. “You’re gonna be my ride from now on, Jeff. A way better use for you than a big brother.”
Then, without a second thought, he kicked off the ground, pedaled hard, and sped down the street toward school, the wind rushing past his face.
And Jeff?
He could only roll along, helpless beneath his little brother, trapped in the form Jared had chosen for him.