'Ask Anne'

Chapter 7
The Jealous Brother - Part 2

Dear Chris,

I’m really sorry to hear about what your brother did to you. Envy can be a terrible thing, like an insidious snake that weaves its way into the heart of its victims, poisoning and blinding them.

I decided to visit the diner where your brother works. When he came to my table, I flirted openly with him, and asked when he was getting off shift. He certainly didn’t waste any time beating around the bush, before long we were both back in your living room, with him trying to get to first base with me.

I playfully suggested that he download an app onto his phone that offered a selection of erotic roleplays that we could have fun with. He did so unhesitatingly, then I watched his eyes widen with alarm when he saw the blank screen with the word “Initializing…” appear. He dropped the phone in panic, but it was too late.

Within moments, his bulky biceps had melted away and his meaty forearms had become thin and slender. A smattering of acne dotted his face as his sideburns faded together with his scraggly facial hair. The skull-and-crossbows T-shirt with cut-off sleeves and tan cargo pants gave way to a hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans as he approached his teenage years, smack in the middle of the phase that lay between cute and handsome.

As he continued barreling thru puberty in the opposite direction, his height plunged and he gradually regained the charmingly awkward features he possessed as a child. All remaining facial hair curled back into his skin, leaving behind an adorable face with brimming azure eyes, quivering lips and cherry pink cheeks. His jeans retracted into a pair of electric blue underoos, exposing his scrawny, skinny chicken legs. The bulge at his fly shriveled until it was no more than a tiny lump. His hoodie had given way to a cute graphic T-shirt with the slogan “This little monkey is aping to be a BIG BROTHER!”

He looked down at his munchkin hands with resignation, then back up at me, as if relieved that it was over. But to his horror, he found his line of sight continue to lower as he tumbled towards toddlerhood. His hair grew wispy, his cheeks and tummy puffed out with rolls of baby fat and his fingers and legs became stubby and pudgy. All his clothes vanished, replaced by a pair of crinkly diapers with a grinning Elmo with outstretched arms on the front. Tears welled up in his eyes and he started bawling uncontrollably.

I picked him up easily, hoisted him over my shoulder and carried him up to his room, which clearly needed some redecorating. First I replaced his bed with a crib, lowered him inside, and raised the guard rail so he couldn’t get out. Next, I repainted the walls a pastel blue, and replaced those awful black posters of skulls, flames, guitars and bare breasted women with colorful charts of alphabets, numbers, farm animals and cartoon characters. His dresser became a changing table, and I replaced that gigantic entertainment system with a cozy play area covered with foam tiles and surrounded by boxes of building blocks, plastic rings, soft toys and other childhood diversions. Just then, I saw your mother pull up into the driveway, so I let myself out quietly thru the back door. As I walked around your house to get back to the main road, I heard your brother’s vigorous cries of protest as he submitted to his first diaper change in years.

Anyway Chris, I know you hadn’t written because you wanted to take revenge on your brother. You had simply asked for my help with your current predicament. And I’m really sorry to have to tell you, that I simply do not have the power to reverse your transformation. But don’t get distraught, I did a bit of digging, and discovered that the app that your brother used to change you is the Lite version, which expires in 7 days if it isn’t upgraded. Since your brother is currently incapable of upgrading any app, in all likelihood you’ll just return to normal within a few days. Oh, and I also used the Lite version of the app to change your brother, and have attached the username and password of his account below. So when the time comes, you decide for yourself what you want to do with him.

Yours,

Anne