Alex knew that choosing any other target but himself would be like nothing happened. So aiming the remote at himself, he pushed the button confirming him as the second target. There was a bright white flash and when his vision cleared he found himself on the couch, laying on his side with an open bag of potato chips resting against him. Alex sat up, setting the chips on the floor in front of the couch. Looking down at himself, he could see he was now wearing Emma's black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and blue socks. He could also feel her training bar constricting his chest. The remote was in his right hand, but it wasn't his hand. The fingers were slender, the hands themselves were much smaller, and there was little to no hair on his arms. "Oh my goodness. It worked," he muttered, Emma's voice escaping his lips.
Getting up, he turned towards where his body last was. It was weird seeing himself standing there with someone else in control. The new Alex asked, "What worked Emma?"
Alex just looked at his former body and mumbled, "Nothing. Excuse me. I left something in my room," before pushing past his now much taller body. Alex ran to Emma's room and looked in her mirror. His sister looked back at him, mimicking his every move. This was absolute proof that the remote worked. The possibilities were now endless.
Looking back to the bed for the remote, Alex realized it wasn't there. In his excitement he must have left it on the couch. He quickly ran back to the living room to find. . .
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