Public Beta The Remote of Transformation chapter 10 by ThePanswapticon

Ethan sighed. He needed a second brain if he was going to figure this problem out. And Marcus, for all his failings, was a fellow scientist. If anyone could help him, it was Marcus.

Ethan: Come at 1. Back door. Don’t wake Mom. Bring large hoodie + sports bra + whatever fits. And coffee.
Marcus: Sports bra? What size?

Ethan studied himself. Grabbed tape. Measured around fullest point. 36. Band? Underbust 27.

Ethan: 36D maybe? IDK bra math. Get stretchy.
Marcus: This night rules.

Ethan dropped the phone, rolled onto his side, and stared at the Morphisizer’s status lights pulsing like a heartbeat. He grinned despite the chaos.

He’d wanted a killer project for the science fair. He’d landed biological proof of concept—with boobs.

Tomorrow he’d need to walk, talk, and maybe present—while inhabiting the most distractingly hot body on the planet. Also keep Marcus from filming everything. Also maybe not accidentally fuck himself in front of the judges.

He ran a finger absentmindedly along the curve of his new hip and shivered.

The public beta began with a knock at 12:57 a.m.—three quick taps, a pause, then two more. Marcus’s signature knock. Ethan cracked the window, hissed for silence, and waved him around to the back door like a drug deal gone wrong.

Marcus climbed through with a bag slung over his shoulder and a grin that said I know something amazing is happening. He stopped dead when his flashlight beam landed on Ethan.

“...Dude.”

Ethan crossed his arms over his chest. Which, unfortunately, only squished the new assets together into porn-level cleavage. “Don’t. Say. Anything.”

Marcus tilted his head. “You’re… you’re not a dude.”

“I’m still me, jackass.” Ethan’s voice came out low and sultry, which was not helping his case. “It’s a temporary, uh, transformation mishap.”

Marcus’s grin spread. “Mishap? That’s a model’s body. That’s—holy shit, I think I recognize those boobs.”

Ethan shot a look toward the poster on the wall. Marcus followed his gaze, then lost it. He doubled over, laughing so hard he dropped the bag.

“You—” Marcus gasped, wheezing. “You turned yourself into Lila Hart? You absolute legend.”

“It was an accident!” Ethan threw up his hands, which caused certain parts of him to bounce. He immediately folded his arms again, blushing. “Stop staring.”

“Not my fault, they’re staring at me.” Marcus leaned closer, squinting. “Dude, they’re… perfect. Are they real?”

Ethan slapped his hand away. “Of course they’re real! They’re my—” He paused, frowning. “Well. They’re real enough.”

Marcus laughed again. “Okay, I need to see the whole package.”

“No.”

“C’mon, man, this is science! Peer review!”

Ethan groaned, but part of him—the old hormonal teenage part—kinda wanted to show off. He spun around for Marcus, but tugged his oversized T-shirt down in a half-hearted attempt at modesty. The T-shirt barely covered half his ass.

Marcus let out a low whistle. “Bro. That’s a dangerous ass. You’d cause traffic accidents just walking to the mailbox.”

“Shut up.”

“You tested… y’know. The equipment?” Marcus waggled his eyebrows.

Ethan shot him a look that said do you even have to ask? Marcus’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, you totally did.”

“Multiple times. For science.”

“Science, yeah,” Marcus snorted, clearly imagining the scene. “Man, if I woke up in that body, I’d never leave my room.”

“Yeah, well, trust me, I’m starting to get that.”