“Why don’t you lay down for a bit. It’s obvious you’re unsettled. Let’s face it, this is a lot to take in…it’s not everyday you Big Bro shows you a doohickey that can reshape reality!” Frank offered in as comforting a way as possible.
John let out an exasperated sigh as his brother placed Rachel’s delicate hand on his shoulder and looked at him with a reassuring smile. John looked at his brother’s smiling, male face, and glanced down at his wife’s buxom, nightgown clad body beneath it.
“You might be right Frank…maybe I just need to get my bearings.” John said as he lowered his shoulders in resignation. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll lay down and take a rest if you promise to stay around here until I get up.” John was desperate to keep Frank and his wife’s body nearby until he could figure out how to fix things.
“Sure thing little brother.” Frank said as he slapped John on the shoulder. “I’ll just get dressed and watch the boob-tube while you take it easy. When you’re up and better, we’ll play around with this device a bit more.”
John watched as his Brother; his head now attached to Rachel’s scantily clad body, walked on down the hall while scratching his new crotch. John shuddered and headed into his bedroom.
John laid down on his bed, looking at the ceiling. His mind raced as he tried to come up with some way to fix things. He tried to come up with some way to convince Frank that all was not right with the world. He rolled around fitfully; growing more and more desperate as he began to consider that his wife might lose her rightful body forever, and that he might not even know it if Frank screwed things up even more!
After an hour or so, John decided to get up and check up on Frank.
Heading into the living room, John could see that his brother had finally gotten dressed. He had dressed Rachel’s body in a pair of short, tight denim shorts and a tight white t-shirt with his favorite Beer-brand’s logo scrawled across it. His wife’s feet were clad in a pair of high-heeled wedge sandals. He would have found her ensemble quite fetching if his big brother’s head wasn’t perched atop his wife’s neck!
Frank looked comfortable; with a remote in one hand, a beer in the other, and one of Rachel’s lovely legs draped over the left arm of the chair. He didn’t notice John enter at first, being caught up in a Baseball game on the television. “Damn it…they should’ve seen that pick-off a mile away…” he muttered before he noticed John off to the side. “Oh! Hey little Bro! Feel better now? You got your head straight?” He asked.
John could see the device sitting on the end table next to Frank.
Smiling in as reassuring a manner as he could, John…
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