"Holy shit!" squeaked Bruce in his high, prepubescent voice. "This is impossible."
"Come on, bro," said Andrew. "Seeing is believing, right?" Andrew walked over and ruffled Bruce's hair, just like Bruce had always done to him. "I'm the big brother now."
Bruce just looked up in terror at the muscular young man who stood over a foot taller than him. He could hardly believe that this man had only moments ago been his pipsqueak little brother.
"Change me back," Bruce whined.
"Hmmm," mused Andrew as he looked is mature body over. "I don't know. I might like us to stay like this for a little while."
"Noooo," wailed Bruce in his boyish voice. "Please, you can't leave me like this. I'm a shrimp now! What will everyone at school say when they see me?"
Andrew just laughed. This was all too funny for him, seeing his older brother so humiliated and worried, pleading for Andrew to help him.
But, just then, Bruce glanced over at the wishing machine and a thought came to him. He had to try to wish them back right now. He made a break for the machine but stumbled a bit when he tried to run as his clothes and shoes were now much too large to fit him.
Realizing what Bruce was after, Andrew grabbed his shrunken brother by the back of the shirt and held him in place.
"Let me go!" shrieked Bruce as he struggled in vain against his brother's strong grip. Andrew just smiled as he realized how easy it was to overpower Bruce now.
"Uh, uh. Sorry, Brucie," said Andrew in a scolding tone of voice. "No wishes for you. I'm the big brother now, and I get to decide what we do next."
Realizing that it was hopeless to fight, Bruce stopped struggling and turned to face Andrew.
"You got to change me back, Andy," said Bruce. He looked ready to cry now. "I can't be a kid again. I just can't. Please, turn me back."
Andrew thought a moment. What was he going to do now? Should he change them back to normal?