You hear footseps and then a knock on the door. "Say, Squirt. You OK?"
It's Mark, yuor brother. You really need to talk to somebody, and you know he can keep a secret. He never told Mom you snuck out of the house last year while you were on restriction, or that day you skipped school. You shake your head - no, not YOU! Scott, the boy you are becoming. Still, he's pretty decent as brother's go. "Uh, come on in. Can I talk to you about something?"
The door opens and Mark comes in. He shuts the door and grins. "So, what is it? Did you get caught cutting class?"
"No!" You flush, remembering that you have cut school recently, but you haven't been caught yet. "It's, well, real complicated. Something happened to me."
He looks puzzled, but comes over to sit down on the bed. He jerks back up, though. "Oops! Hope I didn't break anything!" He flips back the blanket. Oh, no! The condoms!
Mark stares at them, and then at you - and then bursts out laughing. "Oh, jeeze! I thought this was something serious!" He scoops up the condoms and sits on the bed next to you. "OK. I thought Dad had already talked to you about this stuff, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. All guys go through the same thing."
"Uh, no, it's not that kind of..." You flush bright red, wanting to crawl under the bed. Why are you so flustered? It's like you really are a silly kid going through puberty.
Mark picks up the huge black codom and chuckles. "Wow! You are the ambitious one! They don't get that big, Squirt, not unless you moo or whinney."
"No, it's not like that!" You fidget on the bed. "Those are magical! I put one on and turned into yuor little brother!" OK. That sounds dumb. "I mean, I was a grownup guy, somebody else, and I put on a small condom and I turned into Scott, just before I saw you getting that beer. I'm not really your brother!"
Mark looks puzzled, like he thinks you might be playing a game. "So, who were you then?"
You start to answer, then blink in confusion. You can picture your adult self, sort of, but you can't remember what your name was! You start to feel panic rising. Your memories are changing, becoming Scott's! Tears fill your eyes and your voice starts to waver. "I... I don't remember! I'm turning into this kid, and I don't want to forget everything."
Mark drapes an arm around your shoulders and hugs you gently. "Listen, buddy. I don't understand what is going on with you, but we are all here for you." He looks on the bed. "WHich one of these was it? The one that changed you? Are you still wearing it?"
You shakes your head. "I took it off and threw it in the toilet."
He stands up. "Well, let's see if it's still there." He goes over to the door and looks into the bathroom the two of you share. "Blue? Looks like your aim is just as bad when you are throwing as when you ar pissing!" Mark bends over and picks up something which he returns with. The blue condom!
"That's it!" You are relieved to have some evidence.
Mark examines the condom, flipping it around. "I don't see any kind of brand. Lots of lube, though. Where did you get these, anyway? Did one fo the kids at school sell them to you?"
"No! I put it on and turned into... uh.. me! It's magic!"
Mark looks like he is trying hard not to laugh. "So, if I put on one of the condoms, something will happen to me?"
"Yeah! They change you to fit them!"
Mark stands up suddenly and pushes down his shorts. "Well, then. I better check this out! If I change, then we know something really happened to you. But if I don't, then maybe you're imagining things?"
He looks at the unused condoms, and then the limp blue one in his hand.