Brandon 2.0 The Remote of Transformation chapter 15 by deleted_user

“PAULIE! There you are, you delicious disaster!”

A familiar theatrical voice cut through the chaos, but it wasn’t coming from a familiar figure. Instead, a tiny, energetic Asian woman in her early twenties came sprinting toward them on short legs. She was wearing a cropped Hello Kitty t-shirt that showed off a flat midriff, tiny denim shorts that barely covered a perky little ass, and bright pink sneakers. Her black hair was in twin pigtails with cute bows. She looked like the kind of girl who spent her weekends at anime conventions.

She skidded to a halt in front of Paul and Emily, hands on her narrow hips.

"And you are..." Paul asked.

"Brandon, dummy!" she said.

“Brandon?” Paul asked, blinking down at the petite package.

“In the flesh—well, someone else’s flesh!” Brandon threw his tiny arms wide, pigtails bouncing. “You have no idea what I’ve been through since you grabbed the remote, idiot! Wait... that is you, right? I'm assuming because of the remote."

"It's me, Paul." Paul nodded.

"And that makes you Vince?" Brandon pointed at Emily.

"Who's Vince?" she asked.

"Where's Vince?" Brandon asked Paul.

"I should be asking you!" Paul said.

"I don't know anything!" Brandon said. "I've been looking for you. I ended up as this big security guard at first, but then a few minute later I landed in this adorable little weeb body—super cute, right?—but then some panicked soccer mom in a linebacker’s body body-checked me into a sunglasses kiosk. Then I got chased by a golden retriever that used to be a Karen, I think? Or maybe the dog was the Karen. Anyway, I hid in the Build-A-Bear workshop, made myself a little stuffed octopus for emotional support, and then this absolute unit—” he pointed up at Emily’s towering construction body “—nearly stepped on me while running past. So I followed the big footprints to yell at him, but I saw you with the remote, and here we are!”

Brandon struck a dramatic pose, one small hand on his hip, the other flipping a pigtail. “Look at me! I’m pocket-sized! These legs are so short I have to take three steps for every one of yours. And don’t even get me started on how everything looks bigger from down here. Also, this body is ridiculously energetic. I keep wanting to twirl and say ‘kawaii’ unironically. It’s exhausting.”

"It sounds exhausting."

"And oh my God! Look at you! What a fucking smokeshow. Jealous." Brandon said, giving Paul a light punch in the boob. When Paul winced, Brandon rolled his eyes. "Oh, gimme a break, girl. That was barely anything. Boobs don't hurt that much. See?" Brandon punched himself in the boob and then winced, "I stand corrected."

Emily stared down at the tiny anime girl with wide eyes, one massive hand still hovering protectively near her own crotch. “You’re… Brandon?”

“Adorable, right?” Brandon beamed, then turned back to Paul, eyes sparkling. “So, curvy goddess, what’s the plan? You’ve got the remote again. Please tell me we’re fixing this. It's cute and all, but I'd prefer to have a dick.”