Marcus' Curiosity The Remote of Transformation chapter 11 by ThePanswapticon

Marcus sprawled on Ethan’s desk chair, spinning slowly as he looked Ethan up and down with a grin that screamed I can’t believe this is real.

“Dude,” Marcus said, “I’m trying really hard not to say this, but, like… can I just touch one?” He gestured vaguely at Ethan’s chest. “Just one. For science.”

Ethan’s arms shot up, clutching his hoodie tight around himself like armor. “Absolutely not! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Marcus laughed, hands raised in mock surrender. “Come on, man, you made a hot girl machine. Don’t act like you’re not curious. You’re sitting there with—” He made a vague cupping motion with his hands. “—the keys to the kingdom, and you’re not even letting me get a test drive?”

“Not happening.” Ethan backed up until his hips bumped the desk. His face burned. “I didn’t make this machine so you could grope me like some perv.”

Marcus tilted his head. “Alright, fine. No touching. But what if… and hear me out… you turn me into a hot chick?”

Ethan blinked. “...what?”

“You heard me,” Marcus said, leaning forward with a wide grin. “You’ve got this insane machine that can turn anyone into anyone, right? Why should you get all the fun?”

Ethan’s jaw dropped. “Fun? You think this is fun? Marcus, I just peed sitting down for the first time in my life. These boobs won’t stop getting in the way. Fun is not the word I’d use.”

“Is it really that bad? You don’t look like you’re having a bad time. And imagine if I had the chance to see what it’s like. I could be—” Marcus’s grin widened mischievously. “—like, my own dream girl. With—” He traced hourglass curves in the air. “—and maybe, you know, a killer rack. Bam! Marcus 2.0, but hot.”

Ethan just stared at him, blinking slowly. “You’re insane.”

“Insanely curious, yes,” Marcus said, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “I mean, bro, we’re 18. Nobody’s ever done this before. We’d be breaking ground here. Science and stuff.”

“You want me to zap you? Just… just for kicks?”

“Exactly. Hit me with the Lila treatment. Or maybe mix it up—someone else. I dunno, pick a model. Or like, Jessica Alba circa 2005. Oh! Or ScarJo in Iron Man 2.”

Ethan rubbed his temples. “You’re unbelievable. There is no reason I couldn’t, but…”

“But what?” Marcus leaned forward like a kid begging for a roller coaster ride.

“But I can barely handle this myself! You’d lose your mind if you woke up with boobs. You’d never leave your room.”

Marcus grinned. “Dude, you’re not wrong. But that’s kinda the point, isn’t it?”

Ethan pointed a finger at him. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I’m serious.” Marcus grabbed the now-unlocked Morphisizer remote off the desk and twirled it in his hand. “So. Wanna fire this bad boy up, or what?”