Ty picked up the folded newspaper, and chuckled. He grinned at Dustin, and made the bikini briefs into a sheer
pink thong with a rainbow triangle in the center of the pouch. Then he aged Dustin to about 25 years with the
appropriate hair and muscle. Then he added an earring.
Dustin couldn't see what Ty was doing, but he felt the wedgie between his butt cheeks grow more intense, and
the fabric around his bulge tighten. He wasn't sure if his bulge got bigger or the underwear got smaller.
Then he felt a tug on his ear. Something was pinching it - no piercing and hanging from it. An earring?
Dustin realized it was his right ear and tried to tell Ty that he had put it on the wrong ear. Of course, he
couldn't communicate.
"Now let's see. Where should I hang you? Maybe I should let someone else decide," Ty said.
Instantly, the frame vanished, and Dustin rolled up like a window shade. He felt Ty's firm grasp on his
quadrupled over body, but could see nothing. He felt movement as Ty walked with his arm holding the Dustin
poster swinging at his side with every stride. Dustin hadn't ever gotten motion sickness before, but the
swinging in the darkness and the inability to move triggered it. He was relieved that Ty had stopped his
bodily functions.
Finally, he heard Ty speak, "Hello, could I speak to someone regarding a poster I have?"
Dustin had no idea where Ty was or to whom he was speaking, but he'd have a pretty good idea in a moment or
two when Ty unrolls him.