As Simon starts to type on keyboard, he notices Playboy next on the desk. It's the cheerleader issue. Simon glances at his reflection in the monitor, and then at the little kid who used to be his big brother. "With this bod thinks Simon, I ought to have a hot cheerleader girlfriend, and with the chronivac he's not so much my brother as he is clay to be molded to my liking," thought Simon. "Hey, hurry up bro, I feel weird being this short again. Ooh, now that was something, my nipples are tingly. I guess my chest is about to fill out?" asked Mike in his precracked high pitch voice. He begins to grow taller, and the head on his hair grows out blond. Simon kept typing. First, he had to change perception settings. He smiled. Over his shoulder, Mike was playing with his erect nipples. He feels something stirring down below, so he takes a peek. "Hey, bro, I'm hairier, but I swear my cock and balls are shrinking!" "Oh, don't worry, it's probably just that all that pubic hair makes it look smaller. Don't you like they way my hot body turned out?" Simon stands and flexes. Forgetting about himself, Mike stares at Simon. He temporarily forgets that Simon is his brother, and finds himself wondering what it would be like to be impaled on the handsome stud's spear. Wait, he thinks, I'm straight! Then his hand drops to his crotch, and touches his pussy. The perception settings kick in and Michelle realizes she's in love and must have Simon. She drops to her knees as her bosoms explode. The D cup size boobs bounce playfully against his knees. Simon smiles this is better than he hoped. His little soldier leaps to attention, he just turned his annoying brother into his own personal wet dream!