A groan emanates from the eleven year-old “adult” lying on the ground. As his “little brother” stirs, Ryan cautiously backs away to sit on the bed and view this now handsome man rouse from his slumber. He, now a “she,” watches intently as the young man on the floor begins to squint and slowly open his eyes. Raising himself to his elbows, Johnny blinks and opens his eyes to focus on the dresser then over to the bed where a petite, beautiful woman sits.
After a moment or two of staring at one another, Johnny begins to remember a little of what had happened to him. A shocking thought enters his brain as he abruptly glances down his body to discover that he is still almost completely naked. Embarrassed, he backs away from the transfixed lady and fumbles to get up in his larger, now awkward body. As he crouches to stand, a long “rip” is heard as the back of Johnny’s painfully tight underwear begins to tear. Mortified by what he knows is happening “back there,” he backs up to the wall.
Ryan should be laughing out loud at his brother’s misfortune, but he can’t help but to stare at this fine specimen of manhood cowering before him. “Wait, did I just think that?” Ryan is surprised by his thoughts. “This body is making feel some scary things…”
Johnny helplessly scans the room, the door, and then the young woman sitting before him. “I’m…I’m sorry, where am I? And…who are you?”
Awaking from his trance, Ryan jumps back to rational thought. “First things first, you are Johnny, right?”
“Y-y-yes. You know me?”
Even though he was afraid to answer his little brother while he was in this condition, Ryan knew he had to tell him. They were in the same boat—so to speak, and they were going to need each other’s help in getting back to normal. “Yes, Johnny. It’s me…Ryan.”
Johnny stares for a moment then grins slightly as if this were a joke. However, his eleven year-old mind quickly reaffirms its state of fear. “That’s not funny! Where is he? Where’s my brother?!” He cries out in a deep, unfamiliar voice, “Ryan!”
“I’m right here. It’s really me. I don’t know what has just happened to us, but we’re going to find out. We’ll fix everything. So, calm down, and relax!” As he says this, Ryan realizes just how deeply frightened he is. Being a woman, he is being overtaken by new emotions.
Johnny timidly walks over to the nearest post of the bed. Now gawking at his brother in a new body, he notices just how pretty his brother has become. He begins to get warm all over at the sight of this girl sitting before him. Johnny has never seen a girl in lingerie before, and the outfit is strangely hypnotic for him. Never noticing before in other women, he is taken by the outline of Ryan’s breasts. In child-like innocence he reaches out to touch them only to have his hand slapped away.
“What are you doing?!”
“It really is you…” Johnny begins to giggle a little at the thought of his once manly brother inhabiting the body of a girl.
“What?”
“You’re a woman! At least I am still a boy,” Johnny chuckles confidently.
“Shut up.” Ryan realizes that he is feeling a little insecure about this current situation. Yet, he can’t help staring at his brother who is now making fun of him. “Let’s get out of here, and see if anyone’s around to help us.”
“But…” Johnny points to his underwear.
“Yeah, yeah, uhmm…” Ryan looks around the room and sees a closet. “Let’s see what’s in here.”
Opening the door, the two see a closet full of men’s clothing. The trousers and button-down shirts appear to be over fifty years-old. Ryan recognizes that the garments apparently belonged to a tall man. “Those seem to big enough. Throw something on, and let’s go.”
Johnny draws closer and looks over the pants and shirts that will now fit him with a sense of amazement and excitement. Meanwhile, Ryan is now behind him absent-mindedly staring at Johnny’s now exposed butt still trapped in kid-sized underwear. Quickly, he realizes what he is doing and turns away.
Johnny finally decides on a pair of black slacks and reaches for them. As he does, a shock runs through his hand. “Owww!” He stumbles back bumping into his brother.
Ryan jerks around to see his little brother holding and then shaking his hand as if something has bit him. Then Ryan hears a “pop” and his brother beginning to moan. “What happened?”
But all too quickly, Ryan sees what is happening—Johnny is changing again. The popping sound is coming from Johnny’s elastic band on his underwear. His waist and butt are growing noticeably larger and the underwear has lost the battle. As the tattered pieces fall to the floor, Johnny turns to look at Ryan with an almost pleading in his eyes. Ryan is shocked to see his brother’s face changing right before his eyes. Johnny’s face begins to mature. His cheekbones rise a little more while his five o’clock shadow becomes solid stubble. Sideburns creep down the edges of this now tanned, masculine face. Johnny drops to his knees as he clamps his eyes shut.
“Uhhhnnn…” Johnny’s groans become louder and deeper as he clutches his sides.
Ryan slowly looks down to see an amazing sight. Johnny’s already adult-sized penis thickens and grows longer. Accompanying this growth, his balls inflate and drop further down the inside of his thighs.
“My god, it has to be nine inches.” The sight of this new endowment sends a hot flash through Ryan’s body, and he can feel his own “area down there” getting more and more warm and wet.
Johnny begins to feel the onslaught of hormones that his oversized genitals are now creating. Wave after wave of testosterone floods every cell in his body. He leans back to support himself with his swelling, muscular arms as euphoria washes over him. His eyes roll back into his head as he lets out a gasp. With an unobstructed view of his brother’s already hunky torso, Ryan hears a cracking and popping noise emanating from Johnny’s body as “little brother’s” shoulders and chest widen further. Ryan looks on in disbelief as Johnny’s body appears to lengthening. Dark hair begins to crop up along the deepening ridges of his abdominals and across his expanding, bulging chest. As the dark swirls fill in on his torso, Johnny’s pubic and underarm hair thicken. Ryan is mesmerized by the masculinity ravaging his brother; he wonders why Johnny isn’t writhing in agony with all the rapid skeletal and muscular changes not to mention the growing hair—he appears to be in another world. Ryan unconsciously licks his lips.
“Ohhhhhh…” Johnny’s groans are little softer than before.
He leans forward to assume a cat-back stretch. More cracking and popping is heard as Johnny’s back widens and thickens with muscle while his legs lengthen to be in proportion with his torso. His thighs swell with new strength. His calves bulge into large diamond-shaped softballs. Thick, snaking veins race down Johnny’s legs and arms to provide blood to his near-bodybuilder-sized stature. Ryan notices the forearms have added more hair as has Johnny’s legs.
As the miraculous transformation concludes, Johnny is glistening with sweat, but does not pass out this time. Instead, he breathes in deeply and slowly rises to his “size-fifteen” feet. Slowly, after staring down at his now massive physique and gently stroking his chest now covered in fine, dark hair, he raises his head to look at Ryan with now dazzling pale-blue eyes.
"Oh, my god..." Ryan sees that his brother has probably aged another eight or nine years, "and he is absolutely gorgeous...What am I saying?!"