Q&A
The Remote of Transformation
chapter 19
by
ThePanswapticon
The judge-turned-girl bolted across the gym, shrieking as her heels clacked wildly against the hardwood. One of her new boobs nearly popped free of her now-oversized polo. Teachers shouted, trying to calm her down, but she just kept screaming, “I NEED A BATHROOM, A MIRROR, A—WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” before vanishing through the locker room doors.
Ethan turned back to the crowd. For a brief, shining second, the gym was silent. Dozens of wide eyes stared at him, phones raised, recording. Then the dam broke.
“Wait, that’s real?”
“Dude, can you give me, like, abs?”
“Turn me into Ryan Reynolds!”
“What’s it like to have tits? Are you touching them all the time?”
“Can you turn me into my girlfriend?—no wait, don’t tell her I said that!”
“Does it hurt? Can you make my junk bigger?”
“Do they, you know, feel good?”
Ethan stumbled back, the wave of voices crashing over him. Kids from every grade crowded around, jostling each other to get closer. A freshman with braces pointed at Ethan’s chest and blurted, “Can I touch them? For science?”
Ethan’s face went red. “No, you can’t touch them! What’s wrong with you people?”
Marcus grinned like a proud parent watching chaos unfold. “Congrats, man. You broke the high school.”
“Stop smiling and help me!” Ethan hissed, shoving Marcus’s arm.
“Bro, you won this science fair.”
A jock from the football team shoved forward. “So, if you can swap bodies, can you turn me into The Rock? Or like, just give me bigger arms? Actually, could you—”
“Back up!” Ethan snapped. He grabbed the Morphisizer remote and waved it like a cattle prod. “One more step and I’ll turn someone into a grandma.”
A few kids laughed nervously but didn’t move.
Then someone yelled, “Yo, is that really Ethan?”
“Oh, it’s him,” Kendra Walker said from the crowd. She gave Ethan a slow once-over, smirking. “Figures. Only Ethan would invent a machine just to turn himself into his jerk-off fantasy.”
The crowd howled with laughter.
Ethan’s hands clenched at his sides. “It was an accident. I didn’t plan to—”
“Oh, come on,” Kendra cut him off. “You’re telling me you haven’t spent all night staring at yourself naked?”
The laughter got louder. Marcus covered his mouth, trying not to crack up.
Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every comment, every phone camera aimed at him—it was like the gym walls were closing in. Even with the hoodie and leggings, he felt naked. His chest shifted every time someone bumped into him. The comments got bolder, cruder.
“Bet your boobs are softer than Kendra’s.”
“Yo, can you pee standing up like that?”
“Does your ass feel different when you sit?”
“Wait—if you’re Ethan, does that mean you have—”
“ENOUGH!” Ethan shouted, louder than the rest of them. His voice cracked—high, feminine, not nearly as intimidating as he wanted. It just made more kids snicker.
The other two judges finally tried to intervene, waving their clipboards. “Students! Please, let’s calm down—”
“Calm down? You just watched a guy turn into a girl and you want me to calm down?” some sophomore yelled back.
Ethan’s hands were shaking as he shoved the Morphisizer remote into his backpack. He could feel his throat tightening, his breath catching—panic creeping in.
Marcus noticed. “Alright, show’s over!” he barked, stepping between Ethan and the crowd. “Everyone chill before the teachers lose their minds. Fair’s done for us anyway. We’re out.”
“Wait, you can’t just—” someone started.
“Watch me,” Marcus snapped, hauling Ethan by the arm.
They pushed through the crowd. Ethan felt hands brush his back, a few bold idiots trying to grab a selfie. He didn’t stop until they were in the parking lot, gulping fresh air. His chest rose and fell with each breath, hoodie clinging to sweat.
“Dude,” Marcus said, still laughing, “you just pulled the wildest stunt in science fair history.”
Ethan leaned against the car, rubbing his face. “I also just got harassed by like 20 people at once. I’m gonna puke.”
“Yeah, welcome to being popular,” Marcus grinned.
Ethan groaned. “I need to get out of this body. Now.”