You are Timothy Nelson.
You're a typical teenage boy, although a bit small and scrawny for your age, being only a little over five and a half feet tall, with a slender build and girlish features that get you teased a lot, both by your class mates and your older brother Chris. Chris is much larger than you, standing around six foot two, and nearly twice your weight, nearly all of it muscle. He's also a member of the school's football team, and can be a bit of an asshole at times.
Your other siblings include your twin younger sisters (by one year) Tiffany and Tonya, a pair of sexy blondes with pleasant personalities, though they don't have much time for you; your older sister Jenifer, who will be going off to college at the end of the summer, who generally considers you nothing but an annoyance, and your parents.
Your father Steve is a large, slightly overweight, and balding middle aged man, who works as a prison guard at a local penitentiary, and your mother Wendy who, though in her early forties and having given birth to five children is still quite slim and beautiful, appearing nearly ten years younger that she actually is. She also works as a school teacher at the school you go to, which can make your life even more difficult at times.
You've just gotten home from school a short while ago, and right at the moment you're online searching the web for anything of interest, one of your favorite activities when you're not hanging out with the few close friends you've managed to acquire over the years. Just now, you've just found something that you can't quite believe, an advertisement for a so called "Magic" paintbrush that supposedly has the power to reshape flesh in anyway the wielder chooses. It seems really far fetched, and most people would never consider wasting money on such an obvious scam, but then, your not most people.
You've always believed that there's more to the world than scientists would have us believe, that magic, dragons, aliens, and the like, are either real, or were real once upon a time, or at least have some basis in fat, there's too much evidence supporting it to for it not to be at least partially true. That doesn't mean that you believe everything you read, see, or hear of course, your not an idiot, and even your willing to concede that the ad you've just found is most likely some sort of scam designed specifically for people like yourself, but it's only a hundred dollars, expensive, but not outside your price range, since you still have a good amount saved up from your last summer job, and if it does work, it could well be the solution to a great many of your problems, both at home, and elsewhere.
You decide you have to take the chance, and order the brush. You figure it should take around seven to ten days to arrive, that is if it even shows up, that's how most of these things seem to work, and so you're surprised to hear a knock at the front door mere moments latter. Glancing out the window, you see a dark blue van parked in the driveway, with the words "MAGIC DELIVERY" written on the side in bright gold letters, as well as a picture of a magic wand trailing sparks.
You blink in confusion. It has to be some sort of coincidence, right? Still, you decide it would be best for you to get down there and answer the door before one of your parents, or worse yet, your brother manages to get there first.
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