Erin entered the number 15 into the remote, figuring it was a logical choice with it being his 15th birthday.
After entering the number, the screen flashed white and the words "Point remote towards person of interest and
press the start button" appeared in black. He felt a bit unsure whether to continue now, seeing as the only
person in the house was him, and would be for the next several hours. He didn't even know what the remote
did. His brother didn't have the time to explain it to him before being ushered out by their stepmother. A
look through the instruction manual didn't really help, sounding more fictional than fantasy. To test it, he
pointed it at the lamp next to him and nothing happened, nor did the screen change from the command. Aiming
the remote at other random objects in the house with nothing happening, he finally gathered the courage to
finally point it at himself. He tensed up and turned his head away before finally pressing the enter button.
It felt like an electrical jolt went through his body, causing him to gasp from the shock. The AP must of
meant something like Advance Power, and the remote was a way to prank people in various ways. A dinging sound
came from the remote. Erin looked at the screen and a progress bar was on it, already at 3%. He shrugged and
guessed it was probably an automatic recharge or something. He threw it onto the sofa and went to get ready.
Erin entered the bathroom and turned on the shower before stripping out of his pajamas, which must of shrunk
in the wash because they felt a bit tight. Looking at his reflection, he thought he looked a bit taller than
earlier, and maybe a little more toned. Looking closer, he could see he now had a few chest hairs. He grinned,
thinking of how jealous his twin, Sam, would be that he got chest hair before him. He entered the shower and
started rubbing shampoo into his hair, keeping his eyes closed from the suds. It was starting to feel a bit
long, but didn't he get his hair cut just last week? It didn't bother him too much. Next, he grabbed a bar of
soap and lathered up his own body. He had that feeling of uneasiness again as his body felt vaguely unfamiliar
under his hands, like there was more there than normal. Even his cock felt a little bigger, the part of his
body he was most familiar with. It wasn't until he'd stuck his head under the shower to wash out the shampoo
that he definitely knew something was up. Hair was falling into his face, and wiping it out, he only felt more
hair that wouldn't budge. What was going on? He wiped his face free of water, his hand running along hair on
his face, and saw a foreign body.
He was tall, his head now only inches away from the shower head, but his body had kept its initial
proportions, keeping toned and muscled. The few hairs he'd noticed on his chest before entering the shower had
multiplied and covered his pecs with a light coating, a thick line connected it to the fuzz covering his abs.
Touching his face, he felt it was shaped completely different, and a shaggy beard had pushed it's way through
the skin. His hair had lengthened from the crew cut he was used to, now surrounding his shoulders with curly
locks. He was definitely aroused by the changes, grabbing his erect cock in one of his hands, which had almost
doubled in length to 8 inches, unable to resist pleasuring himself right there. He leaned against the wall and
pumped his cock under the water stream, exploring his hairier body with his other hand, feeling the harder
muscles he now possessed. It was like he could feel the hair grow and spread as he stroked it, making his
heart race and breathing shallow from the stimulation. It wasn't long before he came, large splodges of cum
sticking to his chest hair and beard. he washed the cum out, briefly considering whether to shampoo his new
facial hair, before deciding he should probably find out what actually happened. He turned the water off and
grabbed a nearby towel to dry himself. Whatever happened to him, it seemed to have stopped now. His thoughts
turned to the mysterious remote, that strong jolt he felt after pointing it at himself. The instruction
booklet spoke of fantastical things, but did it really do this to him?
Erin wanted to see his what his new body looked like, but the mirrors in the bathroom had fogged up, wiping
them only seemed to stain them further. But that didn't matter. There was a full-length mirror in his parents'
room. He opened the door carefully, listening for any sounds that signalled everyone had come back home, but
the place was silent. He walked to the room on the opposite side of the house, feeling his long cock and heavy
balls swinging against his thighs with the movement. He kept his head low, his long hair covering his face,
not wanting to see his reflection until he was directly in front of the mirror. When Erin saw the base of the
mirror at his feet, he hestitated for a moment, then looked up. He was taller than the mirror, possibly 6'5"
and had to crouch to see his face. He gasped. He looked like a homeless man, albeit one who kept clean. His
dark hair, still wet from the shower, strung down past his face, past his shoulders, and stopped a few inches
short of his nipples. His beard was a similar state, looking wild and untamed, his mouth hidden by the growth.
It grew off his face in a mixture of black and ginger hairs, and reached to the same point that the hair on
his head did, mixing with the thicker hair on his chest. He couldn't place the age he was now, somewhere in
his late twenties his assumed. His fluffy beard had a few thin streaks of grey hair breaking through the sea
of dark. He could see lines beginning to form at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead. The rest of his
body looked how he'd guessed based on his experience in the shower, hulking, hairy, and hung. His cock was
already stiff again, turned on by his wildman appearance.
Erin didn't seem shocked or scared about his sudden change, rather exhilarated at achieving manhood. He found
his stepmom's hair-drier, taking the time to get his hair and beard dry. After he finished, he thought he
looked rather lion-like in appareance. He tied his hair back into a loose ponytail with a hairband. He dug
through his dad's wardrobe, finding the least ghastly looking clothing the man owned and put them own. The
jeans fit perfectly, and the single plain shirt he'd found within the ocean of hideous fabric was a bit small
on him, but it was better than wearing the other options. Looking back in the mirror, he thought he looked
pretty awesome, patting his beard down as it stuck out in all directions. There was no way he was shaving this
off. He ran downstairs, enjoying the way the shirt rubbed his body hair, and grabbed the remote he'd thrown
aside. The screen now said "Changes complete. OK?", confirming his earlier suspicions. He'd entered 15 into
the device and he guessed it made him 15 years older, thus now making it his 30th birthday. He felt giddy with
excitement. He was 30! His dad and stepmom were only 35, he was almost their age. He could do adult things now
like drink alcohol, and drive unsupervised, and even legally have sex. Nobody would ever mistake him for a kid
again, not with the majestic facial hair he now possessed. But then a crushing realisation hit Erin. His
parents and previously twin brother expected to see his 15 year old self when they got back home. Surely there
was some sort of feature on this remote that could make them think he was already 30. He definitely wasn't
going to go back to his hairless 15 year old self, that was for sure. Looking through the instuction booklet,
there was indeed an option to alter people's perceptions so changes appear normal, but they had to be in close
proximity to the remote when the button is pressed to affect them. He still had a bit of time before they came
back. Maybe he could make another change before they got back. He did wonder what he'd look like a decade or
two older. He stroked his beard like some aged wizard and thought about what to do.