Max smirks when an idea pops into his head, ‘let’s see how Jeff will like it when HE’S the one who gets bossed around,’ the 10-year-old thinks to himself.
Working quickly, Max scans himself, once scanned, he opens his file and changes his age from 10 to 14, saving the change before moving to Jeff’s file, with an evil grin, he changes Jeff’s age from 16 to eight, which will cause Jeff to be at least two, if not even three, heads shorter than Max. Grinning wide, Max then sets the transformation to be instantly and the duration to be permanent, he then sets the reality alteration so only he and Jeff know the truth, however, to make it even more fun, Max decides to pretend that he doesn’t know what had happened. As a final touch, Max causes all his and Jeff’s clothes and even their rooms to adjust to their new ages.
Max then confirms the change and it doesn’t take long for him to feel himself starting to grow after the tingling sensation rushed through his body, a large grin appearing on his face when he hears Jeff’s surprised and shocked yell coming from the kitchen.
Once the transformation is over, Max know he has only a few minutes until Jeff comes barging up the stairs. So he quickly pulls out his phone and, using the Bluetooth on his phone and Jeff’s computer, transfers the program over to his phone, causing the program, and therefore all of the evidence, to vanish from Jeff’s computer.
The former 10-year-old, now 14-year-old, grins wide, ‘now, the real fun can begin,’ he thinks to himself as he exits Jeff’s room, and into his room, grinning wide when he sees the improvement of his room, “sweet,” he says. Max closes the door to his room, not a second to late as he hears the stomping sound of tiny feet hurrying, or rather… stumbling, up the stairs and a frantic and muffled, “nonononono! This can’t be happening! I don’t wanna be a kid,” followed by a high pitched shriek, “NOOOOO! IT… IT’S GONE! NOOOO I DON’T WANNA BE STUCK LIKE THIS!”
Max smirks, ‘now comes my part,’ he thinks to himself, ‘the “confused older brother”… Hehe…,’ the former 10-year-old then puts on his best confused expression before opening the door of his room and heads into Jeff’s.
Jeff doesn’t notice his “big brother” enter his room, “where is it,” the former 16-year-old mumbles, his voice filled with fear and panic, “where the fuck is it!? I don’t want to be a stupid kid!”
“Yo, Jeffy! You okay, little bro,” Max asks, almost slipping out his role when Jeff lets out a sqeal and falling from his chair, but the former 10-year-old manages to stop himself from bursting into laughter.
“M-MAX? NO! NOT YOU TOO,” Jeff shouts.
Max raises his hands and an eyebrow, “whoa… calm down, Jeffy,” he says, “what the hell are you talking about?”
“I’M SUPPOSED TO BE THE OLDEST,” Jeff continues to shout, “NOT YOU!”
“Dude, chill,” Max says, acting overwhelmed and confused, “I have no idea what you are brabbling about. Why should you be the oldest? You are making no sense!”
“You… you really have no idea,” Jeff asks, sounding confused and scared.
Max shakes his head, “no”.
Jeff inhales deeply before he explains to Max everything about the Chronivac.
“So, you claim that there is some kind of program that is able to transform anything and anyone into… anything? Change gender, age… appearance?”
Jeff nods, “YES,” he squeaks, flinching at his high voice, “y-you… you shouldn’t be 14! You should be 10! And… and I shouldn’t be 8! I… I should be 16!”
“Okay… yeah…,” Max says, scratching his head and looking not at all convinced, “I think the heat has gotten to your head. I’ll better tell mom and dad when they are back”.
Jeff’s eyes widen at this, “NO! Please d-don’t,” he says, fear in his eyes, “th-they’ll think I’m cr-crazy and… and send me… away!”
Max tilts his head, “well… you defiantly sound crazy,” he says, “talking about some weird program that sounds more like something you’ve seen in one of your cartoons”.
Jeff feels tears form in his eyes as he realizes that, without the program, he is unable to convince Max that he is telling the truth, “pl-please… Max,” the now 8-year-old sniffles, “d-don’t tell ‘em!”
Deciding that he had tortured Jeff enough, Max lets out a sigh, “alright, I promise, I won’t tell them,” he says, “but you need to stop talking crazy shit!”
Jeff, feeling a little relieved that Max won’t cause the situation to worsen, lets out a sigh, hanging his head, “s-sorry…,” he mumbles.
Max smiles, walking over and ruffling Jeff’s hair, “it’s okay, Jeff,” he says, “hey, why don’t we go out and play some soccer? I think that’ll help you calm down, or would you want to do something else?”