Ric's mind begun to change. Changing to fit his new body, a personality of a raver. He retained awareness of who he had been in a vauge sense, and of the book.
However in real terms he had transformed himself and his brother into totally different people. Josh didn't even know he had ever been any different then Ric's
older lover.
The two played and explored each others body with the enthusiasm of new play mates, but the familiarity of lovers.
Finally after a marathon session of sex and fun they collapsed, not exhausted so much as taking stock. Ric picked up the book to read through, hoping for
inspiration.
Marco at that moment had given in to temptation to use the book again. He had hunted around for half an hour so far looking for the damn thing, to no avail. The
muffled playing coming from the boy's room had kept him entertained. He imagined the two cuties in there having a pillow fight. Or at least jumping on the beds.
He'd smirked when he'd thought of that, Francisco would've freaked if he heard the squeaks, he was responsible for the boys and the house. Marco on the other
hand had no such obligation, he let the boys have their fun.
Things had been quiet for a few minutes now, so Ric gave the place one final look around, and sighed. He was resigned to the fact that was it for the night.
Marco decided he say goodnight to the boys and remind them of the fact it was past their bed times. So as he got to their door he gave it a couple of knocks and
opened it.
Inside Ric and Josh lay side by side. Marco's jaw dropped, his mind whirled, he wondered briefly who these guys were. That's before he looked at RIc holding the
book, hastily reading out a spell.
Marco knocking at the door had given Ric the shock of his life, he'd just picked the first spell that had caught his eye to use on the unwelcome visitor. The very lest
it would do was buy him time.
He finished the spell and looked up and stared into Marco's eyes with a little fear. He hoped that he hadn't totally screwed the older man.
Marco watch in horror as the young caucasian guy stopped speaking... finished with his spell. He went to open his mouth, but a feeling washed over him and he
knew it was too late.
Marco suddenly begun shrinking. The two boys watch him grow younger. His black hair became a little longer and changed into a more page boy cut, a shine and
more blue black appearance was taken on by his hair. His olive latino skin lightened and yellowed, to a more oriental complexion. His eyes slanted to a chinese
ethnic appearance, as his face became more oval. The now chinese man continued to shrink and regress. Soon he looked about 5'5 and about 14. He swam in his
former adult clothes, his dark eyes peering out underneath his black fringe...
Suddenly his clothes started to change, shrinking to fit better and changing styles. The clothes had a new look, the shirt had the word adidas across the front, back
and arms. His long denim shorts had the logo of Bad Boy on the back. He wore his red sneakers sockless. And a red nike cap appeared on his head. He had the
look of an average teen who liked to conform, and also had an uncomfortable look on his face.
"I don't know who you two are or what you did with the boys, but I know that you'd better change me back... right now!" Marco was still very shaky after the
change, but he had retained his mind. And he was not happy.
Ric looked at him trying to decide what to do next.