"Why should I try this on myself until I know how it works? I want to
make sure I can control and reverse any changes. But where can I get
someone to-"
The clang of iron draws Jeff's attention to his window. Ten feet away
from his window is the neighboring house's window. His 18 year old
neighbor has just lowered his barbell on to the weight rack noisily.
The kid is sitting there shirtless. He's a year younger than Jeff, but
the musclebound jock is at least fifty pounds heavier. Robert's been
bullying Jeff since they were in Middle School. Jeff grinned as he
aligned the Chronivac transmitter on his window sill. Broad shouldered
Bobby was sitting there with his back to Jeff's house.
"Alright, let's get started. Targeting subject number one."
The hard drive whirred, the Chronivac's dish transmitter/receiver
beeped, and the screen lit up with new input.
Subject One: "BOBBY"
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Age: 18 Years, 0 Months, 29 Days, 14 Hours, 25 Minutes 36 Seconds
Weight: 185
Height: 6'2"
IQ: 117
Sexual Preference: 55% Heterosexual
Hair Color: Blonde
Hairiness: 11%
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Light
Body Type: Mesomorph
Anomalies: Birthmark on right buttock, missing foreskin
"Aw, Bobby, I didn't realize you were borderline gay. Well, first
we'll move you across the border, and we'll leave you aware that
suddenly you don't like girls and guys turn you on. And maybe I'll be
kind to you too, and give you back your foreskin, so even though
you'll remember enjoying hetero sex, you will discover gay sex is more
pleasurable. Oh, and execute. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.."
Jeff rolled back in his chair, and watched as suddenly Robert sat bolt
upright. He raised his right arm and started to sniff his own sweaty
armpit. It was all Jeff could do to keep from guffawing. It made
sense, if Bobby was now 100% gay and zero percent heterosexual, then
the scent of male body odor would work like a pheromone on him. Now
Bobby was standing, and looking inside his shorts. He let out a yelp
as an unfamiliar worm was lurking in his shorts.
Jeff rolled back to his computer as he saw Bobby was turning toward
the window, and might see him. He opened the subwindow under sexual
preferences to see what sort of guy Bobby was into. His eyes widened
as he suddenly a new window opened accessing Subject One's streaming
memories.
Jeff raised Bobby's sexual arousal level to 99%, and he could hear the
boy moaning from across the yard. He glanced out the window to see
Bobby lying on his weightbench with his shorts around his ankles
jacking off. The stream of consciousness showed images of Bobby's
naked team mates in the shower, along with a few well known athletes
and actors.
Recognizing Taylor Lautner in the shower scene orgy that Bobby was
imagining, Jeff laughed, and shoved his fist in the air, "Go team
Jacob!" In his stream of thought, Bobby was visualizing mounting the
actor, but adjusted the sliding scale of dominance down to 100%
submissive, and in the masturbatory day dream, Lautner flipped Bobby
on his back and started fucking him. His entire team then had him, as
he screamed in horror in ecstasy.
"What the fuck's wrong with me? Oh, yes!" he heard Bobby's voice
carrying across the yard. Luckily for Jeff both windows were open.
Jeff's jaw dropped as he saw himself entering the shower room where
naked, cum-covered Bobby lay on the tile floor whimpering with joy and
shame. He saw that in Bobby's daydream Jeff was the towelboy.