This choice: ...a mischievious teenage boy. • Go Back...Chapter #6...a mischievious teenage boy. by: JackHalf   Patrick Steele was a pretty non-descript teen. In fact, John and Rachel probably couldn't have even picked him out from amongst he other kids in the neighborhood. But, for some unknown reason the average looking, thin, brown haired, green eyed kid had seen through the reality-bending aspects of Frank's new toy.
"This is so nuts! Where in the world did Mr. Parker and his brother get that thing?!?!? How does it do that!?!?!" he wondered to himself as he crept through the grassy yards toward John and Rachel's house.
Crouching down so as to remain unseen, the teen could see John, Frank and Rachel in the kitchen. Unbelievably, Rachel didn't seem to be reacting to the fact that John had the sexy, built neighbor-lady's nightie-clad body. "So she's fooled too...just like Mrs. Stewart's husband...I wonder if the machine does that...I wonder why I can see things the way they really are..." Patrick wondered to himself.
As he watched the trio in the kitchen, he could see that while Frank was grinning, John looked downright stricken. Apparently he wasn't happy to be stuck with Mrs. Stewart's shapely body. Patrick laughed at the older man's obvious distress. "I guess he doesn't like being a M.I.L.F..".
The brothers and Rachel finished talking; Rachel walking over to kiss John, their breasts touching as she came in close. "That's so hot...Mrs. Parker is as hot as Mrs. Stewart..." Patrick marveled.
After Rachel had left the room, John and Frank continued talking, John speaking in an obviously agitated manner. Frank was obviously not taking John's protests very seriously even as his little brother gestured to his sexy new body in a very dipleased manner. After a bit, Frank shook his head and left the room with the device. John turned around and stomped over to the back door in his furry heels, stewing.
Wanting to keep his eyes on where the device was going, Patrick followed Frank's journey through the house from outside; tracking the older man's progress through the windows. As he watched, Frank went into the ground floor bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Through the window, Patrick could see Frank set the device down on the sink counter and walk into the tiny sub-division of the room where the toilet sat.
As Frank sat down to take a dump, a magazine in his hands, Patrick worked up the courage to act. As quietly as possible, he pulled the screen windown upward and slowly climbed into the room. Thankfully, with all of the houses in the neighborhood being made by the same contractor years ago, he was familiar enough with the windows and layout to proceed. Doing his best to be quiet, he slunk into the room, careful to keep a small projection of the wall that seperated the toilet from the sink between him and Frank.
With trembling hands, the young man reached toward the sink. Just as his hand was inches from the waiting device, Frank suddenly became aware of the intruder. "What the..." the older man shouted as he spotted the teen heading toward the device. With lightning quick action...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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