Strip Down for Science The Remote of Transformation chapter 14 by ThePanswapticon

Ethan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fine. Measurements. But only because I need data for the science fair.”

Marcus’s grin was immediate and unholy. “Hell yeah. Break out the tape, Professor Pervert.”

“Shut up.” Ethan rummaged through his drawer, pulling out an old cloth measuring tape. “We’ll do bust, waist, hips. Quick, clinical, no dumb stuff.”

Marcus hopped off the bed, hands on his hips. “Quick and clinical, huh? Guess I better strip down for maximum accuracy.”

Ethan’s head shot up. “Wait—what? No. No.”

“Hey, we’re doing this for science,” Marcus said, already peeling off Ethan’s hoodie, then yanking the crop top over his head. “You wouldn’t want fabric interference messing up your precious data, right?”

Ethan’s brain fizzed like static. Marcus’s—no, this hot girl version of Marcus—stood in just the skin-tight leggings, breasts free and jiggling like some impossible Instagram dream.

“Marcus!” Ethan’s voice cracked. “Put something on—”

“Data integrity, man. You want the real numbers, don’t you?” Marcus smirked, cupping his boobs casually. “So, uh… where do you start? You wanna wrap that thing around these bad boys?”

Ethan swallowed, his hand shaking as he tried to hold the measuring tape. “Just—just hold still.”

“Not my fault if they move when I breathe,” Marcus teased, wiggling his shoulders deliberately as Ethan tried to get the tape under his chest.

“Would you stop?” Ethan hissed.

“What? I’m just helping you learn about proper… contour alignment.” Marcus leaned down, giving Ethan a faceful of cleavage.

Ethan’s ears went nuclear.

Marcus grinned wider, clearly having the time of his life. “Bust measurement complete?”

“Yeah,” Ethan muttered, trying to look anywhere but at Marcus’s bare chest. “Now waist—”

Before he could finish, Marcus hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the leggings.

“Marcus, no—”

The leggings slid down in one motion, pooling at Marcus’s ankles. Suddenly, Marcus was completely nude, standing there with one hand on his hip like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What the hell?!” Ethan yelped, spinning halfway around but not quite managing to keep from sneaking a glance.

Marcus laughed. “Bro, you want accurate numbers, right? No pants, no cheating.” He turned sideways, running a hand over his flat stomach, then down over the curve of his hip. “Damn. This body is ridiculous. Look at these thighs! No wonder girls can break dudes with these.”

Ethan’s hands trembled as he fumbled with the tape. “I’m not looking!”

“You’re totally looking,” Marcus teased, striking a pose. “Come on, you gotta admit it—if I wasn’t me, you’d be drooling right now.”

Ethan’s face felt like it was on fire. “Can we please finish this before you give me a stroke?”

Marcus grinned, standing with his feet apart. “Alright, Professor, measure away. Get the hips too. Maybe do a little quality check on the—” He slapped his own ass with a loud smack. “—roundness factor.”

“Marcus!”

Ethan crouched low, trying to loop the tape around Marcus’s hips without looking like he was actually touching him. His knuckles brushed soft skin, and he froze like he’d been electrocuted.

“Dude, your hands are shaking,” Marcus laughed. “What’s wrong? Afraid of catching the sexy?”

“Just—hold still,” Ethan muttered, his ears blazing red.

Marcus twisted his torso deliberately, which made his hips sway in a slow, hypnotic arc. “Ohhh, sorry. Guess these new hips have a mind of their own.”

“Stop moving!” Ethan barked, tugging the tape taut.

Marcus grinned. “You like that view though, huh? Be honest. You’ve been stuck in that body all day—you have to be curious about how it looks from the outside.”

Ethan’s mouth went dry. “I’m measuring. That’s all.”

“Right, right. Pure science.” Marcus leaned forward slightly, letting his ass pop out just enough to make Ethan’s brain short-circuit. “This science fair is gonna have the most detailed body metrics in history. Hell, you should get an award just for putting up with me naked.”

“Shut up,” Ethan muttered, fumbling with the tape as Marcus stood upright again.

“Alright, we’ve done bust, waist, hips,” Marcus said, stretching his arms over his head again. “But you know what’s missing?”

Ethan eyed him suspiciously. “…What?”

“Movement dynamics,” Marcus said, grinning like the devil. “You know, real-world testing. Walking, bending, jumping. Stuff like that. You wanna collect proper data, right?”

Ethan narrowed his eyes. “Marcus, what are you—”

Marcus took two slow steps toward the mirror, his new body swaying in a way that made Ethan’s throat tighten.

“Dude, this is insane. Like, every step, my hips just… do this thing.” He shimmied them side to side, laughing. “I’m never looking at girls the same way again.”

“Marcus!” Ethan’s voice cracked.

“What?” Marcus bent over to grab his leggings from the floor, deliberately slow, giving Ethan a full, uninterrupted view. “Oh my god. No wonder yoga classes are all dudes lurking in the back row. I could charge admission for this pose alone.”

Ethan spun around, covering his face with his hands. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this in my room.”

“You’re loving every second,” Marcus teased, pulling the leggings halfway up, then pausing to check himself in the mirror. “Okay, movement test, phase two.”

“Marcus, no—”

Marcus suddenly squatted low, then bounced up, the motion making his chest jiggle wildly. “Whoa. Dude. These things are like water balloons on springs. How do you even run without knocking yourself out?”

Ethan made a strangled noise. “I don’t run, okay?!”

Marcus turned with a grin. “Yeah, but you’ve been, like, holding yourself all day, haven’t you?” He cupped his own chest again, squeezing them experimentally. “Man, I’m not even mad. This is kinda… fun.”

Ethan tried to glare but his face betrayed him, pink and flustered.

Marcus smirked. “Come on, Professor. Admit it. If I weren’t your best friend, you’d be totally into me right now.”

Ethan hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. “…Maybe.”

Marcus’s grin widened like a wolf. “Ohhh, that’s gonna be fun to mess with.”