This choice: Just put Jimmy back to normal • Go Back...Chapter #7One Too Familiar Twist by: Nostrum   As tempting as it may be to prank the prankster, you know it’ll be a disaster. Your best bet would be his mom, but how are you going to avoid Heather’s watching gaze? And if you were to bide your time, you could snatch Heather, but what if missus Wilson starts asking for Jimmy?
Just the idea that you could’ve screwed him up badly should be enough. You’re definitely not leaving the pens to him, so you adjust his clothes and click the black pen to restore him. You check the door in case Mrs. Wilson happens to step in, but fortunately she focuses her attention on Jimmy’s sister, allowing him plenty of time to recover.
“So, how was it?” he asks you as soon as he recovers.
“I should ask you that,” you respond in a low voice, approaching him. “How does it feel?”
“Like fainting. How long was I gone?” He doesn’t need you to tell it, for he reads it in your face and scowls. “Really. You didn’t do anything?”
“Of course not! What if your mom checks in while I’m putting you on?”
“You shoot her with the pen – duh!” He snatches the pen from you and your heart skips a beat. “And if Heather checks in – blam! No interruptions, and plenty of choices!”
“You’d put on your mom?”
He snorts, shaking his head. “Of course. Mom might not be the hottie she was when we were little, but she’s still got her stuff. Plus, why not?”
“Gay,” you mock him, challenging his manhood.
“At least I’d be wearing a pussy, not be one.” He shakes the pen, snickering. “Really? You wouldn’t try it on anyone?”
“Why would I wanna have your junk anyways?”
“Maybe you’d hump Jess all day and night if you looked like me.” You’re pretty sure you’re better looking than Jimmy. His auburn buzz from younger years is gone, replaced with a shaved head, which alongside his cheeky heft makes him look like a thug.
“I’d say otherwise, but I bet you’ll do it anyways.”
Jimmy feigns an outrage in the most dramatic way. “How could I!? I would never would try to hump the girlfriend of my best friend ever!” You glare at him, causing him to roll his eyes. “Alright, so I might prank her once, yeah. C’mon - you got one hell of a hottie and you haven’t popped your cherry already!?”
“And risk losing her? Dude, I’m trying to go steady with her. There’ll be time.” You point at him, warily. “Don’t you dare use it on Jess!”
He lifts his left arm, hiding his right one. “I solemnly swear, on my Scout’s honor, that I won’t prance around like your girl, your sisters, your brother or your parents.”
“You say while crossing your fingers behind my back, right?”
He fixes his gaze at you, mortified. “Who are you and what did you do with David?”
“Dude, this isn’t a joke--”
“Guess I can always find out.” Without warning, he points the pen at you, and you feel a heavy bout of lethargy fall upon you. Try as you might, you can’t resist it, feeling as you vanish into nothingness...
--
“Wakey, wakey!” You hear a woman’s voice, and one you easily recognize. “Davey, what the hell are you doing sleeping here!? Mom’s pissed!”
You wake with a jitter. Why is Tina here!? Your eyes only see shadows within a dark blur. “How long was I asleep?”
“Like I said,” your sister says in a commandeering voice. “Mom’s pissed. Three guesses why, and the first two don’t count.”
Dammit, Jimmy...! You scrape your eyes, clearing them from whatever’s blurring them. As you notice your sister’s perky nipples and the goofy sneer in her face, you realize you’ve been duped. “Dammit, Jimmy!”
“The good news is, you’re still the same pussy as always.”
“You went to my house as me!?” you shout at him, scared that Mrs. Wilson will hear.
“Dude, you want Mom to hear me?” He looks at the door and moves out. “Hold on – I think she’s calling me.”
“Dude, she’s gonna--!” Your mind tells you too late that, if he went to your house as you and brought Tina to his home, there’s a huge possibility he also turned his mother and sister into skins.
And just to prove you right, he steps in wearing the face and arms of his mother, while carrying a bulk on his right arm. “Hear what? David, where’s Jimmy?” You cross your arms and scowl as he exaggerates his acting. “Oh, he must be behind me! That troublemaker, trying to have fun at our expense!”
“Dude, that’s your mom!”
“And your banging hot sister too,” he taunts you. “Really - how can’t you have wet dreams about a hottie like her!?”
“First of all, dude, she’s my sister. Second, you don’t know how much of a pest she can be.”
“Oh, Davey,” he says as he takes off his mother’s face, shaking your sister’s hair off his face. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He sits beside you, dropping the bulk he carried – his sister, likewise naked – grabbing your chin. “Telling you about missing dinner was easy – which, by the way, you still have some time.”
“Dude, what’s wrong with you?”
“I still remember the time you slipped into my room to steal my panties for Nick. That was a dick move.”
How did he--? You stare at him with abject fear, slowly backing off. “How did you know that!?”
He begins to laugh, made more terrifying as it was done with Tina’s voice – it felt like she was laughing at your upcoming execution. “I knew that’d make you react, bro! Man, Nick’s my hero. How’s he doing?”
“Couch-surfing, but he’s studying.”
He waves his hand, closing his eyes. “Oh, right, right – yeah, I get it. Community college, right? Studying to be an auto mechanic.” He must have noticed your puzzled look, causing him to cackle. “Wow - Tina’s really pissed at him.”
“How are you doing this? I know I tell you a lot of stuff, but--”
“The panty raid?” He snickers, eerily mimicking your sister. “Figured that if the black pen would give you a disguise, the other would give you a way to act like them.”
You recall the box having two pens, which must mean he figured the brown pen’s utility before you. “So, you know everything she does?”
“Sorta. Not automatically – when I asked how Nick was doing, she went hard on him, so it’s obvious she’s pissed. It’s like... have you asked her what she thinks about you?”
“That I’m lazy but at least I’m not an idiot like Nick?”
Jimmy tilts his head, snorting. “Pretty much. Also, that she wishes you’d be a bit more responsible, but she’s glad you’re considering journalism and that you’re treating Jess better than Nick treated his girls.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Man, this is the easiest ‘psyche!’, but no. Honest to goodness. She’s just pissed that you’re lazy ‘cos she thinks you’re smarter than you let yourself at.” He grabs his head, humming. “She’d prefer you drop me, though. I’m a, quote unquote, ‘terrible influence’ on you, a moron who could use my smarts for good.” He grins in victory. “Hey, she thinks I’m smart!”
“Jimmy, you are smart.”
“I know, but being smart is being boring. What’s the worth of learning like four hundred years of history just to say ‘yeah, that’s why America’s great’?”
“I’m not gonna even try to convince you,” you tell him. “I agree with Tina, though – what're you gonna do after school?”
“See - that’s what your sister doesn’t know, but I know you know. I’m not flunking my classes, so I could go to MTSU if I wanted to, but I think I’m gonna pull a Nick and just hustle someone rich or something.”
“Dude, stealing is wrong.”
“I’m not gonna be a thief! I’m just gonna trick every rich idiot I can find. And you know what?” He leans back, stretching Tina’s toned legs while flicking her hair in a sultry mood. “I’m definitely gonna use this for it. You know how easy it’ll be to slip into a girl and catfish them?”
“Dude...”
“Live a little, man! These are gonna be the best years of our life – after that, it’s gonna be downhill. I mean – taking more classes to get certified in ONE job, which you might not even get? Naw – gonna enjoy stuff while I’m young, gonna trick whoever I can and save up for when I’m older.”
You agree with some of what he says – for all you spend on studies, it’s basically a gamble – but his plan is much worse. You know it’s a lost cause to try to convince him against, since you, your family and his family has tried and failed.
You've been his friend because you like his carefree vision of life, and you admire when he puts his brain to work on clever pranks. But you’ve had to hold his hand many times, for he can also be childish, impulsive, and quite the pervert. And you see in his eyes – Tina's, really – that he’s planning something very perverted. “Speaking of having fun – do I have to show you how to put it on or something?”
“Whaddya mean?” You notice how both your eyes land on Heather’s deflated skin, then at your faces, as he wiggles his eyebrows.
“C’mon! The house’s ours – we can do whatever we want!”
“Are you sure you wanna--?” You shake your head, groaning. “Of course you do – you're wearing mine.”
“You’re not gonna take up this chance!? Dude, naked chicks! And we can even play with their titties! No – we can play with their pussies!”
“You’re saying that because you’re wearing Tina.” You got to admit, Jimmy’s got the better part of this bargain – if you could call it that. Heather isn’t ugly at all, but she’s not exactly a ten – she's got a large body (larger than Tina’s), but also a puffy, hard face riddled with freckles.
“We can change if you want. C’mon! Don’t you wanna know what’s to be a chick?”
You admit it’s pretty tempting, but it’s disturbing to even think you’re playing with people you know – just the thought of Jimmy playing with Tina’s parts gives you the creeps. But maybe if he gets his fill, he’ll leave them alone.
Though you could always outdo him. Why not turn into his mom instead?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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