"Now get over here, so I can see how big bro looks on you, Rick," Sarah ordered. She was already thinking
about how she would improve Rick with the Chronivac when he got there.
There was a knock at the door. "Hey, Jeff, we're going out tonight. Remember, you're in charge, make sure
Sarah eats a proper meal, and doesn't go out with that awful Rick," said their father.
"Jeff's in the bathroom," Sarah answered, "I promise I won't leave the house or at least the yard tonight,
pops."
"Fine, Sarah. And don't call me pops - it makes me sound so old," James said with a sigh.
"Honey, we'll be late!" shouted his wife from downstairs.
"Oh, what time will you be home, pop-papa?" Sarah asked opening the door.
"Around midnight, if I am lucky. Dinner and one of those godawful 3 hour art movies followed by a lecture. Now
don't wait up. And don't have that Rick boy over here."
"Not even with Jeff in the same room with us?"
"Well, alright, you can have that Rick over with Jeff in the same room. But honey why don't you get a nice
normal guy like that quarterback Steve Burns from across the street?"
"He's gay, papa," she said testily.
"Really. Sorry, hon. It's just I'm sure you can do better than Rick."
"Maybe?" she said noncommittally as she looked over at the Chronivac.
She heard the door close downstairs and the car start up and drive off.
Then she aimed the Chronivac transmitter out the front window. There was that stuck up Steve Burns shirtless
in his garage lifting weights. Time to make her statement true. She adjusted the controls.
"SUBJECT TWO LOCKED" chimed the machine. "Male, age 18, weight 187, height 6'3", sexual orientation: 85%
Straight, Leadership: Dominant. Penis size.."
"96% Gay, Leadership: Submissive, Penis size 3 inches erect," she typed wickedly. She set the awareness so
everyone would think it was normal and cursed herself for not selecting that setting for Jeff.
She heard the putt putt of Rick's beater car coming down the street. She aimed the Chronivac down at him as he
pulled into her driveway.
Rick froze. He couldn't move. He felt his seat shifting beneath him. He was now sitting in a bucket seat in
a 2011 BMW series 5 convertible. It had to be Sarah. He blinked, and then he noticed his clothing was fitting
more tightly. He had muscles. The machine chimed, and Rick could move.
He was happy and angry at the same time. Sarah should have asked him before changing him.
"Hey, Rick, how's it hanging!" said Steve Burns. He had literally run across the street to greet Rick.
"Hey, Steve. It's hanging fine," he said looking down and conscious of how Jeff made his bulge stand out.
"Cool. You look like you've been working out, Rick. If you'd like to come over and work out with me sometime,
I've got my own hot tub out back and a sauna in the basement," Steve said staring at Rick's bulge and licking
his lips.
"Yeah, maybe sometime. Right now, Sarah is expecting me," Rick said pulling free from Steven's overly friendly
grip.
"Right, Sarah," Steve said in a disappointed tone, "Say hi to her for me."
"Hey, Sarah, what's with Steve Burns? I swear he was checking me out," Rick said as he entered the house. He
was so freaked that he forgot to be mad at Sarah. Then he saw his reflection in the mirror, and asked, "Did
you Chronivac me so that everybody is attracted to me?"
"You wish!" laughed Sarah, "No, Steve's gay, he always has been. At least that's what everyone in town is
supposed to think except for me. So why didn't you think Steve Burns was gay?"
"Uh, maybe because you modified me?" Rick said pointing at his buff physique.
"Nah, I did you after Steven. This thing has limited range. I know you're wearing Jeff, so you're part of
Jeff's modification, so you remain aware. Cool."
"What are you thinking?"
"Never you mind. My folks are going to be happy with you, and I think you will be too when I'm through with
you," Sarah said as she started to type on the keyboard.
"Wa-" Rick started to say, but he was frozen again. The Chronivac was locked on him and modifying him in ways
he couldn't imagine. He winced as his cock grew bigger with a slight hook. His piercings hurt. He moaned.
"Oh, yeah, got to adjust your piercings too, hon," Sarah muttered. "You need some new tats too. I'm going to
make you a platinum record selling artist...well, maybe not but on your way to being. You're recordings will
be totally viral. Everyone in town will download them, and that should start a national - no international
trend. And we mustn't forget Steven. Look what the gays did for Lady Gaga. Let's make your sexual preference
a flexible range. Keep them guessing, but you can only cum in me. And let's make your hair a bit more wavy,
your legs less hairy and chest hairier, and..."
Then the phone rang.
"Hon, it's papa. I need to talk to Jeff. Put him on the phone."
"Uh, he's in the bathroom, papa," Sarah lied.
"He was in there when we left, is he sick? Maybe we should come home early if he's not well."
"I'll get him," she said muting the phone.
"Strip, Rick. I need Jeff to talk to papa before he resumes his new life's work."
She shrank Rick's manhood to kiddie size and the cock ring fell to the floor with a thud. Rick jumped as it
hit his right toe.
"Damn, it's broken!"
A few keystrokes and his toe was no longer broken.
"Thanks, Sarah."
"Sh. Okay, Jeff, behave."
Rick and Sarah stared as the silver heavy ring turned pinkish and started to grow.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," groaned Jeff as he became human again, "I can't believe you made me his cock ring. I feel so
dirty. You know it was like he fucked me up my ass and out my mouth. I can still taste him."
"Okay, forget about it. Talk to pops, and don't say anything out of line or Rick's going to have a new butt
plug named Jeff, and you'll be going in head first," Sarah warned handing her naked trembling brother the
cordless phone.
"Hey, pa, how's it going? Movie any good?" Jeff asked nervously. Sarah's hand was poised over the enter key.
He was loathe to imagine what she had typed into the Chronivac, and what she would do to him if he made
trouble.
"Son, are you okay? You were in the bathroom when we left and when we called just now. Are you sick? Or
constipated?"
"No, papa. I feel completely empty now. I guess I ate too much fiber, but it's all cleared out now. So why
the call?"
"Oh, your mother and I saw a poster for that Rick guy's new album, and we guess maybe we were a bit harsh in
our judgment of him. Tell Sarah that she can have Rick over, but I want you to keep an eye on them."
"Oh, yeah, I'll let Sarah know Rick is now welcome in the house, but I'll keep an eye so he doesn't get too
fresh."
Sarah smiled.
"Okay, then. Well, the bell's ringing. Time to go in for this horrendous film. I don't know why I let your
mother drag me to these things."
CLICK.
"There I did what you wanted, so are you satisfied?"
Sarah simply hit the enter key. Jeff's body collapsed on itself and the vibrating dildo butt plug dropped to
the floor.
"I thought you were going to turn him back into the cock ring?"
"Yeah, but I wanted to see how he worked as a butt plug first. Bend over, Rick and spread your cheeks."