"Hey, Jeff, my computer's on the fritz can I use yours?" Jeremy asked, as he gingerly opened Jeff's door.
"Jeff? I didn't see him leave, hm, guess he ducked out. Well, I'm sure he won't mind if I borrow his
computer- hey, what's this? A Chronivac?"
Jeremy sat down at the Chronivac and studied it.
"Whoa, Jeff's a surfer dude now? Hey, that sounds like fun. This says he reverts to Jeff in about an hour
and a half. I think I'll have a new transformation waiting for him when he gets back, and one for me too. But
first, I really do need to use Jeff's computer. But I should be through in less than an hour, which gives me
plenty of time to set up the Chronivac."
Jeremy hurriedly checked his emails and did the research he needed for his final report before school ended.
He typed it up and printed it with 35 minutes to spare before Jeff returned.
"Now let's see. I think it would be cool to be 23 like in that Blink 182 song, and I should be a head taller.
Damn, I can even play with my cock length. Oh, I know I'll set it to be 2 inches longer than Jeff's. So if he
tries to make his bigger, mine will always be bigger. Heh, heh. Oh, and I have to give him a tattoo first
before the other changes kick in. Let's see I'll make some of these changes permanent, and others will revert
tomorrow morning. It'll be too late to surf in California, but I can type that I'm an Aussie surfer, and Jeff
can be my board -no wait, how about my wetsuit. Maybe I should make him choose. Oh, yeah that would be rich.
I'll type up a half dozen options, and type that when he returns he must select one of these options and
cannot change any other settings on the Chronivac. He'll totally freak. I have to get a video of this. I'll
set the tripod up in his closet. I've still got 15 minutes."
"Cowabunga!" shouted Jeff as he rode the inside curl of a wave crashing down on the beach near the San Onofre
nuclear power plant in San Diego. Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash, and he was falling. His feet landed
on carpet not water. He was back in his room, and the brilliant light was the arc light next to the video
camera. It's red light was on. Someone was recording him. He clutched his chiseled chest as it deflated. He
took a couple steps backward as his spine and legs shrank back to their former size. His board shorts dropped
to his ankles, but didn't turn back into his boxers.
"What? Yeow!" he shouted as he felt a stinging sensation on his chest.
He looked down to see a fresh black ink tattoo which read, "PROPERTY OF JEREMY". There was red welt all
around it as if it had just been tattooed to his chest.
"Jeremy!" he shouted. He ran over to the Chronivac naked, and sat down. His hands seemed frozen over the
keyboard. He could "DEL", "ESC" or "CTRL+ALT" or anything. He stared at the screen as a window opened.
"OPTIONS FOR SUBJECT ONE'S NEXT TRANSFORMATION" it read.
"What? No! Jeremy, I won't pick one- damn, I have to --"
He stared at the options of what he would become: 1) Jeremy's boardshorts, 2) Jeremy's wetsuit, 3) Jeremy's
surfboard, 4) Jeremy's Prince Albert, 5) Jeremy's leather friendship bracelet, or 6) Jeremy's jockstrap.
"I don't want to pick any. They all sound horrible, but I hate myself for saying this, but if I have to be one
of these six things, I know I want to be..."