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Maybe One Day by Erick S.

"Shit -- Jeff's home early!" I thought, hearing the front door unlock. I quickly began shifting back to myself, watching the ever-fascinating transformation take place in the mirror.

I've been staying with Jeff, my older brother, for a couple of weeks now during the summer, and I've gotten plenty of time to be alone in his apartment, pretending to be him for the day. I don't know, it's not like he's particularly attractive, or he has an amazing bodybuilder's body or anything like that, but I've always really liked becoming Jeff. He somehow ended up with all of the more "manly" attributes from my dad -- the hairy chest, the big, brawny body, a cute little beard that I always have fun duplicating. I, in comparison, ended up the quiet, scrawny, "girly" one. But I always thought that I had been given something much better as compensation -- the ability to change my appearance as I pleased. It's something I've always had to keep a secret, because I have no idea how I would explain it, but in my private moments I've had unlimited amounts of fun with it. Almost any type of body that you can think of, I've probably tried it at sometime or the other. But, like I said, sometimes I just really like coming back to being Jeff. It just feels comfortable to me, you know. How weird is that?

As I heard the front door open, the transformation was just completing itself. I was getting pretty fast with the transformations now -- especially some of the ones that I used more often. When Jeff got back to the bathroom, he just saw me, his little brother Jack, standing there in front of the mirror without a shirt on.

"Don't worry, Little Man," he joked, "Maybe one day you'll be able to grow some chest hair like me!"

"Yeah," I said, already thinking about the next time I would be alone in the apartment, "Maybe one day..."