“No way, I don’t want to be a girl. Just leave us both boys,” Alan replied.
“You sure? I mean, won’t it be sort of weird if Lucy invited two boys to her sleepover? Even if one of them is her brother?” Jeff asked, his finger hovering over the mouse cautiously.
“Her twin brother, you mean? You’re gonna be the same age as her, after all,” Alan laughed mischievously. “Man, you’re gonna be just a-freaking-dorable.”
“Hey, we’re both gonna do this, Alan,” Jeff fired back. “Betcha twenty bucks you’re even cuter.”
They bickered back and forth, not noticing that although the ‘aware’ option had been enabled, another setting was also accidentally enabled.
The ‘Reality Adjustment’ option.
“Fine, I’m doing this!” Jeff declared, taking a deep breath before finally clicking ‘CONFIRM’.
In an instant, the world around them started to swirl and spin. It was as though a hundred invisible hands were grabbing at them, tearing at their clothes and pinching their cheeks. Pushing their chests inward, squishing their arms and legs, pulling at their hair. Alan had to close his eyes to keep himself from being sick, especially as he felt the uncomfortable sensation of his testicles ascending back upward as he progressed backward through puberty. Both boys felt an awkward tingle in their nether regions as their fairly impressive manhoods shrank down into the flaccid little bits of boyhood.
When the room finally stopped spinning, Alan and Jeff nearly fell over from dizziness. It took a full minute before both boys could see straight again, but when they could they both let out a pair of shrill gasps.
“What did you DO!?” Alan shrieked, his high-pitched voice ringing through the entire house. “I said to keep us as boys!”
“I-I-I…” Jeff stammered, starting in disbelief at his friend.
They both stood just a hair over four feet tall, a little short for nine-year olds, but that wasn’t the issue here. Alan was wearing a pastel-purple t-shirt covered in sparkling sequins and images of prancing unicorns, over a pair of thigh-high denim shorts decorated with stick-on plastic gems. Jeff wore a fluffy pink sweater a few sizes to large that hung down nearly to his knees, along with a pair of colorful striped tights over skinny legs.
Alan’s hair was done up as a mess of adorable, fluffy curls, and he even had a bit of blush applied to his rosy cheeks. Jeff, on the other hand, wore his blond hair past his shoulders, with pink barettes covered in flowers and glitter twinking among his long, smooth hair.
“We’re girls!?” Alan nearly screamed, his hands immediately going to his crotch, only to frown as he found something unexpected. Or, something he had expected, but which didn’t fit with the rest of his new appearance. “Hold on a sec…”
He turned away from Jeff, and carefully unzipped his shorts and peeked inside. At the front of a pair of tight kid’s briefs (covered in Disney princesses), was an unmistakable bulge. A small one, for sure, but the bulge of a boy’s parts.
“We’re still boys, but…” Alan replied slowly, cringing at his high-pitched but still somewhat boyish-sounding voice. “But, like, really girly ones.”
Jeff thought for a moment, then it hit him. “...The Chronivac must have filled in a few extra details without me noticing,” he said finally. “To make everything fit right. Like, details about what sort of boys would want to go to a nine year-old girl’s sleepover...”
Jeff and Alan glanced at their reflections in the mirror and blushed, making their adorable little faces even more unbearably cute.
“Guess we’ve know. Only the girliest, sissiest boys in the 3rd grade,” Alan sighed dejectedly. “Well, shit. Guess we should have thought about this a little harder…”
“I-it’s okay, I think I can fix this,” Jeff said, looking sidelong at his friend. “Unless… you’re okay with this?”