The doors opened and in walked two brothers though by the looks of them you would never know they were even closely related. Standing tall and confident was Brad. Brad was 18, 6 foot, 200 pounds of muscle and captain of the football team. His blond hair was in a neat crew cut. A sports jersey hugged every curve of his built chest, tight cargos exposing a prominent bulge clung to his hairy, tree trunk legs and expensive Nikes adorned his rather large feet. Even in this disquieting place his rugged face bore a winning, cocky grin and his brilliant blue eyes glowed with victory. Every cell of his body radiated power, confidence and masculinity. Brad was the favorite son, playing sports since he could grasp a ball and popular with everyone, especially the ladies. Brad was proud to be scoring as much off the field as on. Like all popular jocks he didn’t shy away from partying and the occasional drink but he wasn’t dumb. He actually maintained fairly good grades so he could get a good scholarship and have something to fall back on after football. He was the all American dream and his parent’s pride and joy.
His brother on the hand was the exact opposite. Andy was the little brother, 16, 5”5 and lean. He wasn’t without muscles; indeed constant surfing endowed him with a nice overall tone and a striking tan that made even the athletic Brad look like a ghost next to him. His long dark hair hung like a veil in front of his mysterious green eyes, always staring into an unseen world. As he walked the slapping of his flip flops could be heard. Flowery boardies came to just above his knees and a wife beater hugged his chest exposing his dark, toned arms. A red, yellow and green anklet gave a clue to his favorite hobby. Abhorrence and jealously of his popular brother had warped his personality for the worst and rather than strive to be like his brother he had taken to loathing all he stood for. Andy spent his days surfing and smoking weed, chilling with friends and letting the herb take all his concerns away, never mind that he worried his parents to death and in danger of being held back. Brad consequently came to hate his little brother who his parents had to constantly tend to, drawing attention from him. Brad despised everything about Andy, his small frame, his apathy and disregard and most of all his smoking. Brad who should’ve been protecting his little brother instead turned a blind eye when his football buddies teased and smacked around Andy and his friends the few days they came to school. Their parents knew sibling rivalry was natural and inevitable and were content to let it run its course but the fights grew worse, Brad on one occasion broke Andy’s arm and Andy in response took his lighter and burned Brad’s cheek. They heard from a friend of a center that dealt with juvenile delinquents and was also trying out some experimental, revolutionary sibling therapy. They were quick to send in their kids, the several thousand dollars for participating was more than enough to get them to sign any and all waiver papers.
The boys were quickly separated and placed in separate rooms where they were evaluated and secretly chipped. The man in the room with Brad informed him they had placed an experimental chip in his brother and that if he called him ‘Rob’ he would trigger a several hour long transformation into the perfect jock brother he had always wanted who would play sports and go to parties with him. Brad smiled at the thought of being able to make his useless brother a strong jock, a real brother to play catch with, go on double dates and get shit faced with to celebrate a victory. In another room a man was explaining to Andy that by calling his brother ‘Chad’ he would temporary transform his uptight, sports-centered brother into a laid back stoner who loved surfing and chilling. Neither sibling was informed of there own chip or trigger and both were sent home with no directions or orders on how or when to use the command, they were left to their own wills. Will their anger blind them, causing them to relentlessly transform the other into everything they hate? Will they be able to talk, discover the scientist’s treachery and refrain from making the other what they despise? Could they possibly reach an agreement, accepting the other’s lifestyle and as brothers agree to a schedule where they spend some time hanging out as stoners and some time as jocks? Can they trust each other?