Ty quickly polished off his breakfast, eagerly waiting for Dustin to come downstairs. But no Dustin.
Ty stayed at the table long enough that June had him clear the dishes.
Still no Dustin.
Dad had finished his breakfast before Ty even came down, and was out in the family room with his nose buried in the paper. June finally gave Ty a full plate and a glass of OJ. "Take these up to your brother, okay?"
"Sure, mom." Boy, reverting Dustin's apparent age had done wonders for Ty's treatment by their parents, he thought, carrying the food carefully up the stairs.
Ty tapped on the door to Dustin's room with his foot.
"What!" came Dustin's clearly distraught cry.
Ty pushed the door open, "Mom sent me up with some breakfast." He stifled a grin. There was the young-looking Dustin sitting on his bed. He'd clearly gotten dressed. And, clearly, he was wearing a bra, his shirt showing off a reasonably generous cleavage, and his face expertly done up with makeup. Dustin almost looked like a real girl, except for his clothes, hair, and mannerisms. And, Ty knew, he was still a boy where it counted.
"You did this to me," said Dustin, venom hissing in his voice.
"Did what?" Ty decided it was best to play innocent, and put the food down on Dustin's desk. Did Dustin realize he had breasts and was wearing makeup?
"I'm not supposed to be this young! You somehow made me puny, like you, and Mom and Dad don't even know! Change me back!" Dustin was reduced to pleading. And he really didn't even seem to notice!
"I don't know what you're talking about, Dustin. Anyway, here's breakfast. See you later!"
Ty waited in his room with the door wedged just slightly open, so he knew when Dustin headed downstairs with is dirty dishes. He snuck out into the upstairs hallway, listening for any activity downstairs.
And he was rewarded with a shriek from the kitchen. Mom had seen her son, her flesh and blood, with a girlish figure and wearing makeup...