"Uh, Mark, uh, I don't think you really are my brother," Jeff said uncertainly. Part of him knew Mark was his
brother, but part of him insisted that he was an only child.
"Yeah, I wasn't, but I am now. This Chronivac is one really cool device. I came by to return your DVD. The
one you loaned to Chet and he loaned to me. Now Chet was my good buddy, but he's one hell of a motorcycle. To
be honest with you, I think he's happy to be a motorcycle. When he got drunk, he'd tell me he sometimes
wished he was a machine. Once he even said motorcycle specifically. I grew up in foster care, and never had a
real family of my own. I bounced around from home to home about every 3-4 months after my folks were killed in
a plane crash. So I confess, I envied your family life. I suppose, I could've turned you into a mannequin and
taken your place, but I always wanted a twin brother," Mark said tapping another key on the Chronivac, "Oh,
and I left the awareness setting on, so you'll remember being you before you became my twin. I think you'll
like being an identical twin better anyway, especially since stat-wise your cock will be four inches longer
than before- and that's flaccid, bro!"
A wave of confusion passed over Jeff, he leaned against the desk. He felt his crotch swelling and Dre
stretching to accommodate. He was taller, thinner and more muscled, not to mention he had a massive bulge in
his crotch. He moaned loudly.
"Yeah, bro, it's good to be me or my twin," Mark said grinning.
Jeff just nodded in assent. He would have said something before, but his new personality was the silent
submissive type. Mark was the dominant twin, and Jeff couldn't be happier.
"I suppose I should get decked out like you, so we can take Chet for a spin. Let's see, I'll need a jock for
my jockstrap. Here's our clothing catalog," Mark said taking Jeff's yearbook off the shelf. There were now
photos of Jeff and Mark in the yearbook, and everyone they knew knew they were twins. They were unaware of the
changes that Mark had made. "Help me pick out my wardrobe."
"Uh, okay, but I don't know if any of the other guys will volunteer like Dre, Eric, Marcus and Miguel did,"
Jeff said. He opened the book and pointed at the black wavy haired quarterback Sam Davidson wearing scrimmage
shorts and a muscle t-shirt.
"Sam's a jock alright, but he'd never agree to have your cock in him."
"You think? He lives across the street right?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's see of the Chronivac has the range. Lucky his bedroom is on the front, I'm just able to pull up his
stats. Now see here's his psyche. Ha, ha, just a little tweaking, and there," Mark said with a laugh.
Ten seconds later, Jeff's cell phone rang, it was Sam from across the street.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Come on over right now, Sam," Jeff said and then hung up the phone, "Damn, how did you make
him beg to become your jockstrap?"
"Dude, the best part is when I change him into the jockstrap, I'll restore his awareness. I suppose I should
embroider him with an S- since his name is Sam. Or maybe?" He rubbed his hands together.
The door flew open, Sam was standing there wearing only his shoes and nylon shorts. His body was covered with
sweat. He dropped to his knees and raised his clasped hands.
"Please, please, please let me your jockstrap," Sam begged.
"What type of jockstrap? Describe yourself in detail, and I'll see if I'll give you the job."
"Really? Thank you, thank you, thank you," gushed Sam still on his knees, "I guess I'd...