Suddenly both Frank and John's bodies fizzled, like a disturbed channel, so they stopped fighting and froze in place, too confused for words. An instant later, their bodies 'tuned' back. only that something was very different. For starters, they were both in mid-air, problem that was immediately solved by gravity. TAP! was the sound made by Frank's shoes hitting the concrete, followed a couple moments later by John's shoes duller thud. Before they even started to fall, Frank was already confused, since the signal he was receiving were all messed up: he felt his shoulders and the general area around his neck was exposed to the air, his shoes felt incomplete, he couldn't seem to be able to figure where his socks ended and his trousers started, his legs were feeling much colder than before, and he felt like his belt suddenly teleported from his hips to his pecks. Strangest of all, he still felt the grip on the remote, but his hand was not holding it: he saw a slender, manicured hand with flesh pink fingernail polish replacing his grip on the remote. 'Unkown hand, sudden change, unmatching sensorial data, falling' were the primitive toughts in Frank's mind in that instant, to which the response was obviusly panic. Not helping were the signals he got during and after the short fall: too much air in his trousers, with consecuent chilling sensation, a curtain-like object slapping on his right leg, an unexpected jiggle in front of his belt-constrained pecks, swollen nipples, and the landing on a downward slope, even though there were no slopes around that he knew of. Meanwhile John had his instants of panic too: firstly his grip on the remote disappeared, his slippers suddenly felt like full shoes and of course he felt like falling. His eyes were closed, so he kept them closed and braced for the impact, since his brain had no idea of how long it would have taken to reach ground. A couple of seconds, it seemed, but to john they felt like minutes.
After these two instants of dread, John opened his eyes just as Frank was looking down, thus freaking out for Frank's body at the same time. He now possessed a sexy woman's body, 25 to 30 years old by the looks, c-cup, thin toned waist, mid-large hips, wearing a night blue dress with matching stilettos, the skirt part realized with an asymmetric cut, thus exposing the tan-pantyhose-wearing left leg almost completely. Frank, completely bewildered, immediately put her hands to her chest, getting a feel for the body's prominent features, while in turn looking at John, just as he was too shifting his view from his brother to himself. His head now rested on a young boy's body, wearing a small tuxedo. He exclaimed "What did you ...?!!" but he stopped immediately, since he realized his voice sounded much younger, like a kid actually. Frank started to laugh "Hahaha...ulp!!!" but 'she' stopped immediately as well, since she found out her voice become much more high pitched and sultry, making her sound just like a woman. John angrily stated with his kid voice "This is all your fault!". Frank didn't reply, instead commenting "Whoa. Your head... it's smaller!" Apparently John's head was resized to fit his new proportions "Aw crap! Quick, swap us back".
Holding the remote in a very girly way, Frank turned around on 'her' heels and strutted a couple of steps forward, hips swaying, before turning around and making a W with her hands, her hands bent downward, he exclaimed in her new womanly voice "They are gone! Ugh! Typical."
"Dude, why you acting so... girly?"
"Am not!" She retorts, raising her index and shaking her hand left and right, before gasping and putting a hand in front of her mouth "Am... too!" She said with a tone of sudden realization. "I swear I'm not doing in on purpose. Seems the swaps come with mannerisms as well"
Fist clenched and stomping like he was about to drop a temper tantrum, John exclaims "Shiiiiiitttttt!!! What do we do now?!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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