"How could you get an F in PE?"



The teenage boy shrugs his shoulders, as his mom continues her high-volume lecture. He can feel the soft couch around him, and secretly he hopes it would swallow him up like a black hole. If it did, he thinks while tilting his head, he could go to an alternate universe. Maybe he could...



"Are you even listening to me?" His mom says, still waving the report card in his face. "No more Anime Club...no more cosplay...are you hearing me now? Huh?!" His head comes back to reality at those words, and he knows she is serious this time. He only has two things he cares about, and she has hit on both of them. He starts to protest, but she finishes with, "Bring these grades up and then we will talk." She storms out of the room, leaving the light brown haired high schooler in the empty living room.



He sighs heavily, knowing he can do better. He is by far the smartest person in his class. Correction, he chastises himself, smartest male in the class. That Heather Wilsmeyer is brilliant, so let's be realistic, he tells himself. She is smart enough to at least bring her gym shorts and t-shirt to PE, even though she never puts them on. She always has an "injury" that keeps her from participating so she can study instead, but she still has an "A" with her presentation of her required gym uniform each day.



Destin, on the other hand, refuses on some level of principle to bring his uniform except when he cannot avoid it (like when his mom shoves it in his backpack after washing it). He will not bow to the man, just the way Hiro does when he takes on the army of demonic politicians. Destin wants to smile, as he thinks of himself in Hiro's role, but then he hears the front door open and close, reminding him that he is not in some anime movie, but rather real life.



The person walking in could be his twin, if she was a he. Destia hangs her coat in the closest by the door and then moves to go up the stairs nearby. She probably does not even see me, he thinks, just like I'm wearing a cloak of invisibility. "Hey, Destin," she says with no emotion and without turning to face him, "Either mom has seen your grades and you are sulking, or she hasn't yet and you are hoping you are invisible."



Destin lets out another heavy sigh, "Evidently, I'm not invisible." She frowns at him, which always makes him think she is doing that because she thinks I'm her in some weird way by their similar looks. Her light-brown hair is just like mine, only hers is much longer and shinier. She is 5 foot 6 inches, which is my height exactly. We are built the same way, which makes looking directly at her rather surreal. The only real difference, well, actually, there are at least two, and they jiggle noticeably under her shirt as she walks up the steps. He then looks down at his jean-covered crotch and mumbles, "I got most of her qualities, so why couldn't I least have gotten something bigger below my belt since she got so much above hers?" Feeling less manly having been lectured to and reminded he has no superpowers, he goes to the attached garage of their townhome to get his backpack from the car.



The small condo-like house is two stories, with all the bedrooms upstairs. The downstairs is simply a living room, dining room, bathroom, and kitchen that attaches to the one car garage. From the outside, every house in the neighborhood looks the same: a brick box. He does not really care, as he grabs his backpack from the trunk of his mom's car, but sometimes he wishes it was more flashy like the shows he streams on his phone. Wouldn't it be cool to have shiny metal and dura-plastic trimming the corners of each building?



He grabs some chips and a pop from the fridge, as he goes upstairs to his room. He passes his mom's room (closed door) on the right and then his sister's room (also closed door) on the left, to find his room (door open) also on the right. He follows the family's preference, and closes his door to a typical high school boy's room. His backpack gets lost in the pile of clothes as he drops it on the floor. The bed and desk take up most of the room with a closet in the back.



He flops into his chair and looks at the clutter on the desk. His science fair project is due Friday, and he still cannot get what he needs. He is supposed to be studying bacteria growth, but he cannot seem to get it right. Either it grows so fast he cannot document it, or it dies. He looked online, and some suggested he needed something to slow the process, so he can get the measurements he needs. His mom gave him a rather large budget for this (he gets a monthly "alimony allowance" from his dad that she manages), so he has been ordering parts online to build different structures to give the bacteria a place to spread out. He tried chemicals next, but all he does is kill it faster and more completely.



So, he sits there with another device he built in his hand. It is about the size of a racquetball, silver in color, and smooth like metal. It is not exactly metal, as the plans had him make it from a composite alloy that he ordered from somewhere in China, then downloaded the app for a small monthly subscription. It gives off some kind of infrared or ultraviolet light that slows down the bacteria growth. It has a hidden light that flashes green for active, yellow for standby, and red for low battery. Sitting it down in a new petri dish, he adds his bacteria culture along with a sugar solution. He then turns on his heat lamp, and mumbles, "Okay, grow but not too much." With all this in place and the green light flashing, he collapses onto his bed to watch another episode of Fairytale until dinner time.



The next morning, Destin wakes up to the sound of pounding on his door. "You're late again...we got to go!" Destin mumbles something and rolls off his futon onto the floor. "I hate mornings," he says as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. He can hear his alarm going off, like it had been doing for the past 30 minutes. He crawls over to his desk where he puts it each night. He figures he has to get up to turn it off, so he will wake up in the process. Or, he can just sleep through it.



As he pushes the button, he notices his science experiment looks just as he left it yesterday. And by exact, he observes, I mean exact. It looks like nothing has changed at all. He turns the device off with a push of a button and removes it. It did something, he reasons, but whatever it was, it was too strong for the bacteria. Frustrated, he throws the "ball" down. It bounces off his foot and rolls out his door that his mom left open. "Good riddance."



He gets dressed in his usual "that doesn't smell bad" attire and repacks his backpack. He can hear footsteps on the stairs, and judging by the sound, it is his mom in her high heels. "We are already late, and you left..."



Destin is used to tuning out his mom when she gets in these moods each morning. It is hectic getting herself ready and getting her twins to school on time, so he understands why she gets upset. He finds it best to be quiet, nod with a slight frown, and just keep going. Talking back never works and applying any level of reason helps even less. As he continues his plodding, he realizes that he is not tuning her out anymore. She is not talking.



Huh, he thinks, that's weird. Ready for school, he steps out of his door into the hallway and gasps. His mom is bent down trying to pick up the device he threw out there, but why is she still bent over? Destin asks as he walks up to her, "Mom?" Her skirt stretches tight around her, as she has bent her legs to get closer to the floor. Destin can see her shiny pantyhose clearly on her calves as her red high heels shine in the hallway's light.



With some trepidation, he reaches out and touches her shoulder with his index finger. Her white blouse feels normal as he pushes on it, but her skin does not give like it should. He pushes in again and lets go. On her high heels, she rocks back and forth on the carpeted floor. Slightly louder now, he asks, "Mom?" Still unsure of what is going on, he reaches out and touches her face. Her cheek is cool to the touch, and feels hard, not like a rock or metal, but maybe more like wood or hard plastic or clay. Her facial expression is still of frustration as she holds the...



Wait, he realizes, the light on the device is blinking again. You don't think, he wonders as he goes back into his room. He looks again at his bacteria experiment, noticing it has already started to grow slightly in the time since removing the silver sphere. "It worked," he exclaims triumphantly. Before he can truly enjoy it, he hears his sister from downstairs, "Hey, are we going or not? I can't be late for the cheerleading meeting." Destin slaps his forehead and goes back to the hallway. It is not my fault, he reasons, but actually it is, but I didn't mean to, so that counts, right?



His mom is still stuck in the same pose, having not moved or changed at all. Hmm, Destin ponders, I had not tried the app on my phone, but maybe I could remotely turn it off...because I certainly don't want to touch it. Fiddling with his phone, he accesses the app but before he can change anything, he hears the sound of his mom's skirt on her pantyhose as she stands up. "This on the floor," she continues her thought loudly, but then softens her voice when she notices him in the hallway, "Get off your phone and put this up. We have got to go. Your sister has some thing this morning." She looks at her smart watch as she hands him the silver ball, noting it has gotten much later than she thought. She huffs loudly as she descends the stairs.



Destin fears the ball, but it lands in his hand without issue. He breathes a sigh of relief, as he notices the light is no longer flashing green, but rather red. Ah, he thinks with a sigh, battery is low, so I guess holding her in place drained it. He can hear her high heels on the tile of the kitchen and knows he has to hurry to keep up. He tosses the strange device on his bed and rushes after his well-dressed, yet clueless mom. He grins with a soft mumble, as he gets in the backseat behind his sister who always sits in the passenger seat, "This is a game changer."



Later in the week, Destin decides he needs to test it again on humans. He wanted to test it again that first day, but it takes nearly 24 hours to recharge. While he waited, he was able to read some more on the app about the De-Timer. From what he can tell, it removes the effects of time from living matter. As he reads it, he realizes that is not quite true. If it removes all time, her body would have been completely stiff with no give at all to the touch. So, it has to be removing some component of time, but how?



Hearing his sister listening to music while starting dinner downstairs, he decides he needs to make another experiment. Their mom will be home late tonight from work, and it is Destia's turn to make dinner. She likes eating earlier than Destin does, but then tonight, he might have a say in that. The "ball" seems out of place in his plans, so he toggles its shape in the app. It stretches out, becoming more flat, looking somewhat like a small spatula. "Perfect," he says to himself as he notes the flashing yellow light on the end, "Ready to go."



In the kitchen, his sister is still dressed from school. She had cheerleading afterwards, so she is wearing her athletic shorts, sports bra, white socks and tennis shoes. Her hair is pulled back in a pony tail and it swings side to side as she listens to music in her earbuds. Dinner is still in the early phases, he notes, which is just what he needs.



She does not seem to notice him, so he slips behind her and removes a stirring spoon from the counter. He then places the silver "spatula" where it was and steps back. With a touch, the light turns to green. He steps back from her and waits. For the next few seconds, she checks the recipe and looks for the right spice in the cabinet above her. He gets a little nervous she may turn around, but she is engrossed in her music and cooking. After adding more ingredients, she reaches for the stirring spoon. Her hand barely grasps the "spatula" and she stops moving.



Destin waits another minute to be sure, then he steps up to her. He reaches out and removes her earbuds. He can hear the music still playing even though she is not moving. He grins and pauses the music on her phone sitting on the counter. "Now, let's see what it did," he says in a determined voice.



Deciding he needs more space, he puts his hands on her hips and rotates her stiffly around one heel to face the middle of the kitchen. Nothing moved on her body, not even her hair. He made it a point to watch her ponytail, and it maintained the exact position it had before. Deciding that is a good place to start, he reaches out and touches it. Like before, it feels stiff and hard, but not immovable. Using both hands, he manages to bend her pony tail in a different direction. When he lets go, it holds its shape. He makes a mental note.



He then grabs her shorts and pulls them over her hips. The slick material slides easily, revealing her underwear. Hmm, he notes again, her clothes seem completely unaffected. The app said "living material", so that seems to fit. Seeing her exposed buttcheek, he decides to do something he has not attempted in 10 years. He swings back and with a big grin, spanks her on the right butt cheek. Unfortunately, he stops smiling as he pulls his hand back. "Ow," he grimaces, "It's like hitting a rock!" He shakes out his hand to ease the stinging pain.



He looks closely at her butt now. "Huh," he observes, "No mark, no indentation, no sign of any contact." She seemed to take no notice of the impact. Deciding he should try something else, he takes the pan off of the stove. His sister has not added anything to it, so he decides to test his theory. With a loud clang, the pan bounces off her forehead as he swings it into her. Her whole body rocks back and forth from the blow, but she shows no ill effect from the pan hitting her face. "That's incredible!"



Sitting the pan down, he figures he has time for one more test, as he is not sure how long the battery lasts. He reaches under the sink and pulls out some floor cleaner and wax that he has to use on the front entry way's hardwood floor. Grabbing a paper towel, he sprays some on her exposed forearm. He then wipes it off with a loud squeak. He looks at the spot and sees that her skin is unnaturally shiny from the wax. "Ah, so the skin texture is actually different now, which means this thing does not actually remove time, but activates some kind of suspended animation instead." Her arm still has a small amount of give, so metal is not the right word, neither is plastic, but clay seems like it would be too soft to bounce right back.



Not wanting to push his luck, he puts the cleaner back. Grabbing her hips, he pivots her back around to face the stove. He touches the app which has a 3 second delay if pushed. He quickly pushes the button then snatches the "spatula" out of her hand. He turns to walk away, but then remembers her shorts. Grabbing the back of the waistband, he yanks them up quickly, almost giving her a wedgie. As he steps back to the edge of the kitchen, she animates and realizes something is off.



She notices the stirring spoon is not in her hand, and her earbud is missing, and why are her shorts riding up her butt? Her confused facial expression becomes a scowl when she turns to see her brother holding her earbud and a pen in his hand. "Hey, what's the deal? I was listening to that." She snatches her earbud back, with her twin giving her a strange look on his face. "You got a problem?"



Destin shakes his head slowly, "No, uh, I uh, was just wondering when uh, dinner would be, uh ready." She waves him off as she grabs the actual stirring spoon this time. "30 minutes, unless you keep bothering me," she says as she goes back to cooking. He nods his head and turns around with a grin. As he leaves the kitchen, he turns his head slightly to catch her out of the corner of his eye adjusting her shorts.



Back in his room, he thinks through what he just observed. Running his hand through his hair, he says to the empty room, "She had no idea anything had happened...no clue." He then recalls his physical "assault" of her, and she felt nothing. "I hit her with a frying pan and it didn't even leave a mark!" He slumps down in his desk chair as he thinks on that. "What was I thinking? I hit my sister with a frying pan...in the head!" Burying his head in his hands, he fears he may have crossed a line. Hearing his name called, he jumps up, tosses the "spatula" in his drawer, and hurries down stairs. I'm gonna be extra good during dinner tonight, he tells himself.



Unfortunately, his good attitude and his avoidance of the device do not last, as he just cannot help but try it again, and even though life should have improved with this cool piece of technology, it has not. He wants to know more about what it can do, but he does not want to keep testing on his sister, so he decides to try his mom again. Nothing serious this time, just a quick test of the device. Unable to sleep last night, he was checking the options on the app, and one of them intrigued him: posture manipulation. I'm not quite sure what that means, he reasons, but based on the options in the app, I have an idea.



Looking at it, he can upload a picture and assign that picture to the person being "de-timed". So, if I'm reading this right, he ponders, I can force them to take on the pose of the pictured person through "posture manipulation". It seems innocent enough, so let's try it out. I don't want to upset the morning routine, so I'll try it after dinner and before bedtime.



By that night, he has a plan worked out. His sister is down the street at one of her friend's house working on a class project. His mom is in her room doing her daily workout on the treadmill, and he is "doing homework". With the app, he has changed the "spatula" to a straw. While she was changing clothes, Destin swapped the straws of her water bottle on the treadmill. She has a metal one, so it will look the same...mostly. Sneaking back out of the room, he waits for her to take her first drink of water.



He can hear her coming out of the closest and stepping up to the treadmill. Any second now, he thinks. He hears the treadmill come on and the steady rhythm of her running. She didn't drink any water before she started, he thinks with a frown. He can hear the speed going up on the treadmill. Uh oh, maybe this was not a good idea...CRASH!



He closes his eyes in a grimace, hearing more sounds coming from her bedroom. He expects yelling or screaming, but nothing...silence. With a shaking hand, he opens the door. Her room is the largest of them all with a bed, dresser, treadmill/home gym, and large window. She also has a bathroom just for her off to the left near the closest. He can see the empty treadmill spinning down. He looks to his right to see his mom in a frozen running pose. Her legging-covered legs are in a runners pose, her arms bent as she takes a sip of water that seems to be spilling out of the top of the cup now, as she is somewhat upside down.



Her frozen body looks to have bounced off the bed and hit her bedside table. Everything on top of it has been sent to the wall and then to the floor. He hopes nothing has been broken, as he steps around her statuesque form. Unfortunately, he can see a hole in the wall behind the table as he sets it back up again. Based on the shape, it could have been her head or arm or shoulder. Sighing in frustration, he bends down to stand her up. Ugh, she's really heavy like this, he notes. I didn't notice that before...oops...she's falling...



Her face still looking determined as she tries to drink her water, she falls onto the bed, bouncing off it again and landing loudly on the floor by the treadmill. "Come on, Mom! Work with me here," he says in frustration. He realizes quickly there is nothing she can do right now, nor can she hear him (which is actually a good thing). Leaving her "running" on the floor, he turns back to the carnage in the corner of her room.



The hole is not big, but it obviously was not there before. He breathes out a heavy sigh as he picks up her alarm clock and other knick-knacks off the floor that were on the bedside table. He straightens it up and scoots it over. Well, he says as he tilts his head, if you don't look closely, you might not see it. Shrugging his shoulders, he knows he cannot fix it the right way. He puts the lampshade back on the lamp and checks to be sure it still works. The water from her cup spilled on the floor, but it should dry. Just in case, he grabs a towel from the hamper to dry it some more.



Throwing the damp towel back in the closet, he turns to his frozen, running mom. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he attempts to stand her up again. Grunting, he gets her propped up on his shoulder, as he fishes his phone from his pocket. Okay, he says to himself, this had better work. He pushes the posture manipulation button. He can feel the heavy weight getting lighter as his mom shifts slightly to a more stable stance.



Letting go of her, he steps back to see the outcome. Her face shows a lovely smile as she looks ahead boldly. Her shoulders are back, her chest is out, and her hands are on her hips. Her feet are spread about shoulder-width apart, giving her an epic superhero pose. Her water bottle in her left hand spoils it somewhat, but...wait, she's not touching the straw.



Quickly, he looks at his phone and sees the countdown nearing zero. Countdown? No, no, no...no countdown. He starts looking for something to stop that. There are lots and lots of buttons, but which one..."Destin? What's..." But she does not finish her words, as he hits the "lock" button. He looks up to find her returning to her superhero pose. "Whew," he exclaims, "That was close."



Before going further, he checks the battery life through the app, so he sees he has less than 5 minutes, as the posture manipulation and lock drain the battery quickly. That's okay, he reasons, he already has gotten what he wanted. He can pose someone anyway he wants...so long as he has a picture to work from. This thing is awesome, he says with a smile to match hers.



However, he starts to frown. "She saw me," he says dejectedly, "Now what do I do?" As he looks on the app, he walks circles around the "statue". He does not notice the tightened muscles under the stretched material or the bursting sports bra from the rock hard mountains it does not need to hold up anymore. The water that had been in her mouth had dribbled out already, leaving a trail down to her chin. Neither of them seemed concerned though, as only he moved. Walking in circles, scrolling through the app, searching for a way out of losing something he just now started to figure out.



After his tenth or eleventh lap around her, he found it. There's a button to restart the clock on the object that had been "de-timed". Basically, he can restart time from when she first froze. The app shows a brief time stamp from when she came off the straw, but he can skip that one, so in theory, she will not remember seeing him, as she will start where she left off originally.



Left off? And there's another problem, how can I get her back on the treadmill? He reaches out to grab her arm, trying to manipulate it, but she just tilts forward following his pull. He tries to stop her but it is too late. Like a tree she falls down with him under her. He can feel the breath knocked out of him, as her impressive chest drives into his stomach. Gasping for air, he struggles to get from under her. "Oof," he exclaims breathlessly, "Mom!"



Unable to move, he lays there with her weight pinning him to the ground. Her head is right against his chest and her breasts are trying to push him through the floor. Let me catch my breath, he tells himself, then I'll try again. After a couple of minutes, he finally manages to slide himself out from under her. Turns out, her slick workout outfit helped him somewhat. After staggering to a kneeling position, he touches his stomach tenderly. Ow, he grimaces, I bet her knockers bruised me.



Figuring his time is short, he gathers his strength and stands her back up. In his attempt, he has to push against her chest, which as his hands run along the shiny material of them, he feels a pressure in his pants. He guiltily lets go of her as he tries to cover the tent forming. Fortunately, she rocks into her standing position, as he turns his back on her. Yuck, he thinks with disgust, not sure what's worse: feeling her up or her big smile as I did it.



He figures he cannot salvage this night, so he just has to hope he can make himself disappear completely when she starts moving this next time. I'll need to think this through better, and maybe the app can help me. He swaps out the straws, straightens the bed, and tugs her sports bra down, as it was starting to come off from his squirming under her. He hits the timer to turn it off.



Stepping to the door, he checks the room again. Okay, he thinks hopefully, she'll be confused, but shouldn't blame me...hopefully. He steps out of the room and closes the door, making sure she had not started to animate yet. He steps back to his room when he hears, "Destin!" His countenance falls. She knows, and I'm sunk. My life is over. I could run...just runaway. "Destin!" Who am I kidding? I can't do anything right, so let's just get it over with.



He slowly walks back down the hallway to his doom, and opens the door even slower than usual. His mom stands there holding out her sports cup. "Be a dear and go fill this up. I must have forgotten to do it before I started." Her genuine smile makes his look of despair seem out of place. He quickly recovers with, "Uh, sure, mom, yeah, mom, I got water...I mean, I'll get you some more." He swipes the cup and races downstairs. He hopes she cannot hear his laughing and chuckling, as he knows he got away with it. I have power over time itself!



The next week or so went as normal, as he really did not know what to do with this new power he had. His first thought: girlfriend. How can this get me a girl? He thought he could de-time one and maybe get some action, but then he realized every part of her would be stiff as a rock. Then he thought, maybe I can get a bond with her through the app, but there was no button for that. From what he can find, it is all about the stopping, posing, restarting of organics and nothing more. He sits on the couch realizing that, as he runs his hand over the stiff hair of one of his sister's friends. Her blonde hair is probably not natural, but she has kissable lips and a tight figure. She's not overly attractive to Destin, but he knew he had about 5 minutes to try something while his sister was getting ready. Nobody will know of his experiment with the female he had only met once.



Handing her a pen seemed innocent, and she did not mind being frozen, as no one ever does. He tried to maybe undress her partially, but her clothes and her pose did not work for that. He tried resetting her time with some adjustments to her thoughts of him, but there was no button for that. He thought he could put something in her head to make her like him, but no...nothing. Frustrated, he sits next to her on the couch, patting her stiff hair. Hearing footsteps, he gets up from the couch, gives her a light kiss on the cheek, and takes back the pen.



She immediately reanimates and his sister comes down the stairs. She might have been confused by the "need a pen...thanks for the pen" conversation with me, Destin reasons, but it will pass quickly. The abrupt stopping and starting of time seems to go unnoticed by everyone so far. And true to form, she shakes it off, greets his sister immediately, and they are off to do something once they give him a look of "weirdo". He watches them leave with a question to the empty living room, "What am I going to do with this thing?"



He did not need to wait long. The next day, his English teacher was talking to some girls in class about the upcoming anime con. It seems their promised cosplay costumes would not make it on time, so the department store that was letting them borrow the mannequins said 'no'. Now, their Anime Club would have nothing to bring in for the attenders to their booth. As they groaned over their misfortune, Destin suddenly had a realization. Without really thinking about it, which his teacher, Marietta Fisher, tends to do to him whenever she is talking near him, he walks up and says, "I can get you two female mannequins...what costumes were they supposed to wear?"



What was I thinking? Destin tells himself as he paces his room that night. Seeing Marietta's disappointed look on her face did not help, but how could I let my secret desire rise up and take over? His pacing gets swifter the longer he ponders his predicament. How am I going to get two mannequins? Actually, he reminds himself, getting two mannequins won't be hard, but explaining how they missed an entire day of their lives? That is the hard part. And a close second is dressing them: how can I get cosplay costumes on my mom and sister when they are frozen statues? There is no way they would ever wear that on their own.



Deciding inspiration will come, he moves forward with his plan. He has used the last of the money he had for his science project and upgraded his device. He now has two (strangely enough, everyone has left bad reviews on the website saying it does not work, so he got a great deal on his second one), and they have a new and improved all-day battery. He got in touch with the costume store to get the cosplay outfits sent over: Laura Croft and Power Girl. Hopefully, the costumes fit his mom and sister, but he still does not have a way to get them dressed in them.



Sitting in the car while his mom ran into a clothing store, he got his inspiration. He noticed the girl in the window dressing the mannequin. The mannequin was stiff, so she could not remove the old clothes. As he watched her, she took the pieces apart, providing a new "pose" for the mannequin while she undressed and redressed it in various stages of temporary "poses". Then, it hit him: I can upload multiple photos of different poses where I can get the clothes off and back on again. He grins happily, "It's like stop motion." While he continues to wait in the car, he starts searching for pictures of ladies in various poses that would allow him to slip clothes on and off them. Good thing we have an unlimited plan for our cell phones, as I'm about to download a lot of pictures.







Destin can hear the constant thumping of the treadmill, so he knows he has at least 30 minutes. With the costumes tucked under his arm, he decides to test his ability to dress his "mannequins". Knocking on his sister's bedroom door, he walks in. Her room is not much different than his, except it is cleaner and girlier. Closing the door seems out of place, but he figured this would get her to stand up in protest. "What's with closing the door? I don't want to be alone with you in the room." Destin grins nervously, "Well, I wanted to ask you something about..." He does not finish, but he holds out his cupped hand, keeping the device hidden. She walks over to him as he drops it in her hand. She freezes instantly, a puzzled look on her face.



"Whew," he sighs, "Step one complete." He does a quick check to make sure she has underwear on. "Not interested in seeing any of that," he mumbles. Using his app, he presses the lock button and then updates her first pose. She bends forward at the waist, raises her arms over her head, and rocks back on her feet slightly, becoming balanced. With a smile, he grabs her shirt and slides it over her stiff head. "Perfect!" He pulls out a shiny, stretchy vest from the bag. Getting behind her, he pulls the vest over her arms and head and into place. He then updates her pose again, and she changes positions three times to eventually end up on the ground, feet up.



He pulls her shorts off and replaces them with a pair of khaki cargo shorts. He slips on socks and hiking boots while she lays there. With 4 more steps, she is standing again in her costume. "Huh," he says strangely, "It does not really fit her." Looking at the costume, it seems baggy where it shouldn't be. "Lara Croft is anything but baggy." He then pulls out the other costume, checking its size. They are the same, he thinks dejectedly, for once my sister is too small for what I need.



He knows he has more time, so he texts Marietta, uh Miss Fisher, quickly. Maybe they have another costume in mind? After a few minutes standing next to a statue of Lara Croft that looks like his twin sister, he figures out they have room for three mannequins, but they only got two costumes. The school only had so much money they could offer from the fundraiser.



Fundraiser? Destin thinks with a spark of inspiration. Maybe we can make some money at the con itself, he thinks with a smile as he sees his sister's cheerleading uniform hanging in the open closet. With a quick text to have Marietta, that is Miss Fisher, make a sign for donations, Destin decides his sister is going to make the day profitable.



Knowing he got what he needed, he reverses the picture order and undresses and redresses her. Like a strange movie scene, she jerkingly moves into nearly a dozen poses until he can get the costume off her and her lounge clothes back on her. He returns her as she was when she held the device. He gets it out of her hand, and replaces it with a collector's pin from one of his favorite Anime shows.



He "freezes" in place as his phone counts down to zero. When she starts moving, he does as well. She does not seem to notice anything is wrong, as she looks at the pin where the device once was. "What's this?" Destin needs to leave as soon as he can, but he has to sell his reason for coming in. "Uh, well, you see, it's a collector's pin that I thought, uh, giving to someone at school. And uh, you know." He did not have to act this part, as he was already nervous about this anyway.



She chuckles and looks at it. "She like this sort of thing?" He nods but then replies, "I didn't say she was a girl." His sister chuckles again, "You just did. Well, if she likes that sort of thing and doesn't mind others seeing it, I'm sure she'll like that, too." She hands it back and turns back to her desk. Getting everything he wanted, plus a rare compliment from his sister, he turns to leave. "Thanks," he says awkwardly as he opens and closes her bedroom door. She might have waved or replied, but he did not notice. Saturday is coming quick, but he is right on schedule for his plan, and his sister just gave him an idea.







It took every bit of composite material he had, but he was able to line his mom's and his sister's smartwatch bands with the de-timer device. Everytime they put it on, they would have the device touching their skin. And not only that, it would charge the device when they charge their smartwatch. He may not be a genius, but he was feeling like one at the moment. They have been wearing their "new" smartwatches for two days now without realizing it. To check it, he had de-timed them briefly to make sure all the features work, and they do. He now "owns" two posable "mannequins" for the Anime Club's booth on Saturday.



His only issue is the PowerGirl costume, which will not fit his sister. She will be in her cheerleader uniform with a sign that Marietta will be...hmmm, you know...she's built a lot like my mom. I wonder if she would be willing to join the fun? But how? I can't give her a smartwatch to wear. The "fake" pin I used to fool my sister won't touch her skin. I need something hidden and personal. His high school brain runs over an idea, then stops to back up and check it again. This is dangerous and very risky, and I should tell myself 'no', yet my racing heart rate says 'yes'. Miss Fisher works out at the gym my mom used to go to, and while I cannot use her access card (assuming it still works), I can use my sister's to get my third "mannequin".



Friday night, Destin reviews his plan. Tomorrow morning, he de-times his mom and sister while they are downstairs for breakfast, then he runs them through his sequence of poses to undress and redress them. Mom will be Lara Croft, and Destia will be a cheerleader. He borrowed a hand truck from the neighbor next door, so he can get them into the trunk, after he folds down the back seats. He drops them off at the convention booth, so the rest of the Anime Club can start their day of handing out pins and flyers and selling some of their homemade wares. I'll be the hero as I walk by everyone. All the con attenders will be watching me walk through the conference hall wheeling a full-sized Lara Croft. I'll be getting fist bumps from every guy I pass, and the anime club will be cheering my name loudly as I slide her off onto the floor in front of the booth.



If that isn't hard enough, he thinks with a grim smile on his face, then I have to get to the gym and dress like my sister to swipe her card to get into the building. Then once in the ladies locker room, I then get Miss Fisher's "special gift" into her pants, literally. Getting her out of the gym will be her walking out and getting into her car, but then I have to activate it and then get in her car. If all that works, it's an easy drive in her car to the convention where I can redress her in the bathroom there. Leaning back in his chair at his desk, he exhales loudly. "Well, it sounded crazy in my head, but now that I wrote it out, it looks completely insane."



Wondering if he is in too far to stop, he gets up and walks down the hallway towards the stairs. At the top of the stairs, a cute, perky cheerleader smiles at him. Her hip is cocked to one side and she has one arm up in the air. Her outfit is tight like it should be, with their school mascot bent all around her prominent chest. Nodding his approval, he walks downstairs to get a snack and meets Lara Croft in the kitchen. Her twin pistols are up by her head, with her stretched-too-tight top holding her chest in, but just barely. The short cargo shorts are tight in all the right places with her brown combat boots about shoulder width apart. Her facial expression is "don't mess with me". He adjusts the sunglasses down her nose, so her eyes are more visible.



Drinking his third Red Bull for the day, Destin decides he cannot turn back now. He has put too much time and effort into this. And to be honest, this week has been the best ever. He has had more quiet time than ever before, as his family tries to catch up with being thrown off by losing precious minutes out of their day, he has almost gained time, being able to enjoy himself for the first time in years. No, he shakes his head as he finishes his power drink, I'm all in and who cares what happens now, right? I'm committed.



He practices undoing them both and re-animating them without them realizing they lost less than an hour that Friday night. Next morning, he comes down to find his mom still in her lounge pants and pajama top. Her hair is a mess and she has no make-up on, but that will only add a few moments to his plan. Before he can say 'good morning', she lays into him about all the chores she expects him to do today. "This place is a stinking..." I didn't even get to the kitchen before I had to de-time her. He shakes his head as he pours himself a bowl of cereal. While she keeps her same ugly facial expression of chastising him, he sits next to her at the breakfast table.



Enjoying his sugary bowl of crunchiness, he texts his friends that he is on schedule to be there by 9. Putting his bowl in the sink, he starts to prep her for her big day. He heads upstairs to get her costume. On his way back down, he passes his sister headed to the bathroom. He greets her with a smile, and she simply grunts something intelligible. Her hair and pajamas suggests she had a fight with her pillow and sheets all night long and lost.



Back downstairs, his mom rotates to the floor at his command. He has her top off within seconds, then he stretches her new top on her. He has to really hold her tight to stretch the shiny material over her chest. Another rotation gets her legs up in the air. He pulls her bottoms off while shoving her new shorts on them. A quick shift to get her feet lower down, he gets her socks and boots on. He then sends her into the last pose for the day. While she stands there, he ties her boots. He hangs a bag with her guns and sunglasses and gloves on her belt. I'll put those on at the convention, he reminds himself.



She did not have any make-up on, but that is not a problem. He had bought an "emergency" make-up kit from the dollar store, so he could brush some color onto her without any issue. The lipstick would not go on evenly, due to the new texture of her lips. But, he had a small brush to even out the crayon-like, glossy red lipstick material. Since her eyes are stuck open, no eyeshadow was really needed, so he just darkened her eyebrows and eyelashes.



"What is going on?!" He turns around slowly to his sister coming down the stairs, with him holding eyeliner and lipstick in his hands. "Mom, what in the world are you wearing?!" She does not answer as Destia pushes past Destin roughly. "Mom! Mom!" Destin grins broadly, as she ignores him. I did not plan this, but this is actually more fun than I thought. We waits until Destia touches her mom's cold cheek, as he notes her smartwatch wrapped prominently on her wrist. Time is of the essence, so he decides he does not have time to enjoy this moment much longer.



She stops moving at his button touch and then begins to rotate onto the floor for her first position. "I'll just wind her time back so she won't remember any of that." Like his mom, he quickly undresses and redresses his sister. She is easier, as her cheerleader outfit is more stretchy. With her in her final pose, he hooks the "Make a donation to our school club" sign on her waist band that she will be holding in her left hand all day.



He goes into the garage and gets the hand truck. He puts it under his mom's feet and tilts her forward then back onto the hand truck. With considerable effort, he gets her out the door. "Oof, she's heavy!" With the trunk popped open and the seats down, he gets a running start and shoves her into the car. The whole car shakes and leans a little bit to one side. He hops in the front and pulls her all the way in. "Whew, that was tougher than I thought."



He heads back inside to get his sister. She is about the same weight, so he shakes the car considerably getting her in the other side, laying next to her mom. From the front seat, he grips under her chin, pulling into the car. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he puts the hand truck on top of them and slams the trunk closed. "Okay, now to make a delivery," He grabs his duffel bag of a change of clothes and then texts his friends to get ready for the big moment.



Driving his mom's car by himself might be the weirdest part of the day, if that is possible. He has never been alone in the car before, and even though he has had his license for almost 2 years, he has only driven her car around the neighborhood and she is always in the passenger seat criticizing him. He wants to turn up his music and be cool, but at the moment, he is just trying to keep the car on the road from the nausea gripping him right now. Get a grip, dweeb!



At the downtown convention center, he gets directed to the docks in the back. He pops the trunk and moves to get them out when a couple men in overalls walk up to him. "What booth?" Destin checks his pockets and pulls out three tags. "Uh, I'm going to booth...82." The one man looks at his tags. "Looks right, we got them." Destin, not expecting this says, "Oh, uh, well, I can get them..." But the other man says, "See this patch," as he points to a bright yellow rectangle on his sleeve with some words in it, "It means only we can move stuff in and out of the convention center from back here. You gotta go in the front with the rest of the nerds."



Destin is not sure what to do, so he tries one more time, but they have already grunted loudly getting his sister out of the car. "Geez, these bimbos are heavy." Suddenly, Destin realizes the treatment they are going to receive in their transit inside, and somehow, he feels a bit better. He loops a tag around Destia's hand on her hip and tightens it. He does the same with his mom, as he says, "I'll meet you there to put the props on them." Neither acknowledges him as they push his frozen mom and sister on the cart into the back of the convention center. No fist bumps from walking them in myself, but seeing them being treated as a simple object is rewarding in and of itself, he smiles to himself wickedly.



He parks his car and rushes inside. He hardly notices the booths and people in costume. He had been planning to cosplay here all year, but then it all fell apart and now it came back together. Except, he's not dressed up. Normally, he would probably be disappointed by that, except he is too much in a rush to get to the booth. The floor of the convention center is somewhat quiet, as it is not open to the public quite yet. Destin has time to get them ready, and figures he will be a little late with Marietta...uh, Miss Fisher.



As he nears the booth, he sees the movers from outside unloading Lara Croft and a cheerleader statue. They take every opportunity to feel them up as they set them down on the floor. They would both be mortified if they knew what had just happened. Destin grins more wickedly than he should. His anime friends all congratulate him on the most perfect mannequins ever. He smiles coyly and says something to the effect of, "it was nothing, really."



Heather is openly surprised, but she regains her composure quickly. "Where's Power Girl?" she asks sternly. Destin is not to be undone from this moment of triumph, "Do not worry, your highness, I'm on my way to get her. I could not get them all in my mom's car." His one friend asks, "Your mom let you borrow her car?! That's incredible!" Destin's smile fades somewhat, "Uh, yeah, I just...you know, told her I really needed it." Heather seems skeptical but adds, "Well, don't just stand there, we can get these two in place, so go get PowerGirl." He mock salutes her and rushes off, ignoring the convention center's "candy store" as he focuses on his next step to his plan.







Sitting in the gym parking lot, he sees Miss Fisher's old car. It is almost comical with him sitting in this shiny high end car, while she drives that "old lady" car. Shaking his head from his musings, he changes clothes in the drivers seat. He really does not want to wear girl's clothes and a wig, but he has to look like his twin in order to get in the door. The wig is pulled tightly over his head, and he lets it hang down around his shoulders. He puts on a padded exercise bra and leggings. His unit makes a bulge, but he plans to wrap a sweatshirt around his waist to hide that his waist does not curve in like a girls and that his leggings should not have a bulge below his waist. With pink tennis shoes he got at the thrift store, he is ready to go in.



He checks the parking lot, but no one seems to notice him, uh her. He (she) walks quickly to the door. He (nevermind, I can't convince myself I'm a girl) swipes Destia's card. The screen says look into the camera, so he does. It beeps and says, "Enter but stop by the front desk." Destin pushes on the door while it buzzes and steps into the gym.



Like any 24-hour gym, you can come and go as you please. The place smells less like a gym, and more like a fruit stand. Equipment is all around the expansive room with only a handful of people working out. He quickly notices Marietta working out at the butterfly machine. The way her chest is thrust out with every..."Destia...Destia."



Destin turns to see a middle aged woman behind the counter. She is probably a bit thick to work here, Destin thinks, but she has on the right outfit and make-up for a sports fashion model. Destin nods his head as he steps to the front desk. She applies a fake smile to her face, "You have not been here in a while, and we need to update your profile, okay?" Destin nods, but he is not sure it mattered, as she was already asking questions. Fortunately, he could just nod at them, as nothing has changed really.



Before she can finish, he feels a hand touch his butt. He jumps as he turns to see a rather muscular man. "Destia! You never come in anymore...how am I going to get you ripped if I don't see you?" Oh great, Destin recalls, him. This is Justin...the touchy, handsy trainer that Destia said she would never come back here because of him. Sure, she got a great workout and felt strong, but he got to enjoy way more of her body that she would want, ever.



Destin shakes his head and smiles awkwardly, as he feels his sweatshirt lifted slightly. He moves his hand to push it back down and gets a playful spank on his butt. "We could harden that right up, you know." Destin nods and smiles weakly, as the lady behind the counter says, "You are good to go, dear, and Justin, I think your 9:45 is getting jealous." Justin winks at them both, "Well, we can't have that...catch you hotties later." As he jogs off, the lady behind the counter says softly, "We all know he's a pervert, but believe it or not, he's good for business. I suggest working out at night when he works his other job." Destin nods a thank you and stumbles to the locker room. OMG, what just happened? And why am I thinking "OMG"?



In the locker room, he tries to not throw up in the trashcan, by not thinking of what happened at the counter. Splashing water on his face, he slows his breathing and his nausea goes down. As he sits on the bench in the middle of the lockers, she hears the door open and catches Marietta out of the corner of his eye. She does not notice him, uh her, as she stops at her locker then heads to the shower. Perfect, Destin thinks, I know which locker is hers now.



He slides over to it and opens the door slowly. She probably won't shower long, so gotta hurry. He sees her change of clothes and pulls out her panties. Okay, here's the biggest gamble of this idea. He puts the device inside and it molds to the shape at her crotch. He programs the device to shape change at slowest speed possible and then to activate at his command. Satisfied, he slips out the bathroom and out the back door. You cannot swipe into that door, but you can exit it.



He walks to his car which is parked two spots down from hers. He leans the front seat back and stays out of sight. He watches his app, showing it has made contact and begun to reshape itself. Hopefully, he did not pick a dildo too big to fit in her. He wanted it to be invisible, especially with the Power Girl costume, and well, this seemed like the best...wait, she's coming this way. He desperately wants to poke his head up to see out the window, but he does not want to be recognized by her.



He hears the car door open and then close and then click. Okay, he reasons, she should be de-timed. He slowly raises up and looks over at her car. She is twisted to one side, like she is putting something in her passenger seat. He waits another moment, and she still has not moved. Smiling, he sits up and gets out of his car.



Looking around, no one is nearby, so he casually tries to open her car door, which it does. Whew, her's had not locked yet. He goes back to his car and gets the hand truck. Wheeling it around he poses her into a ball which falls roughly to the parking lot. In fact, he notices a dent from where her head hit the concrete. Not concerned as he has tested this already with his mom and sister, he puts a garbage bag over her and wheels her to his car. With a grunt, he gets her up (barely) and into the car. Throwing the hand truck in the back, he slams the trunk and gets her stuff from her car, locking it back.



With no one around, he hops in the back of the car and tries the same thing he had done earlier with his mom and sister. The car is kinda cramped, so each pose involves him getting punched or kicked as she moves through his pre-loaded poses. However, after several minutes, he has Power Girl laying beside him. Her hands are on her hips and she smiles the "don't mess with me", similar to Lara Croft. The boob window is a perfect fit, and Destin is sure he could lose something down in her cleavage if he tried.



Within moments, he is on the road to the convention center. Driving this car feels more natural now, he thinks as he swerves in and out of traffic. I could get used to this, he thinks with a smile.



In the back of the convention center, he hops out to open the trunk. The same two guys walk up, "ma'am, do you need some help?" Huh, Destin thinks, then he realizes in his haste he never changed clothes. He moves to pull his wig off, but then realizes there are lots of people around, and he does not know if he might know someone. So, he nods and holds out the other tag. The other man smiles at Destin sweetly, "Sure, we know where this one is...probably the most popular one with Croft in the booth." The other man nods while looking at Destin in a nice way, "Yeah, and Super Girl here will help!"



Destin opens his mouth to correct him, but decides silence is probably best. He hopes they will not recognize him, but they have hardly noticed him since they saw Miss Fisher's costumed form. Like before, they take great liberties with her body getting her up on the cart. As she is wheeled away, he sends a text to his booth mates to get ready for Power Girl.



He goes to move his car to the parking garage, but a moving van has blocked him in. He does not see anyone inside, so he walks up to the docks to see if they can move it.



The docks are what you would expect at a convention center. Smooth concrete floors, low lighting, cinder block walls, and mostly empty but for equipment. He looks for anyone, but finds no one. He presses in further and sees a carpeted hallway and hears voices of the convention on the other side. Well, maybe I should...



"Let me go!" Destin hears a boy protest loudly. He turns to see two security guards holding a teenage boy in a Big Hero 6 costume. "Think you can sneak in here without paying...no sirree!" Oh snap, Destin realizes, I should not be back here. He cannot go back into the docking area, as they are headed his way, so he has to push forward quickly to the next door down the hallway. Fortunately, it is unlocked. He quietly sneaks in the side room. I have worked too hard to have it thrown away now, he tells himself breathlessly.



He can hear scuffling from outside the door with the boy protesting even louder now. Destin hears a thump against the door and a curse from one of the guards. Uh oh, maybe I should find a better hiding spot. He finally takes in the room, and it must be an overflow of props from the convention. There are "this way" signs with arrows, boxes of convention pens and lanyards, and stacks of costumes and a row of mannequins.



As they thump against the door again in their fighting, Destin decides he has got to vanish. He looks at the costumes and sees a Samus armor in bright colors that might fit him, and hide his true gender, which is somewhat disguised now anyway, but not well enough to convince anyone beyond a cursory glance.



Whoever designed this suit did an excellent job, he notes. He has made his own cosplay costumes, but none have been to this level. He uses tape and staples to hold his fabrics and plastic together, so that with the chosen colors, everyone knows who he is trying to be, even if the quality is low. However, this person had gone all out with the stiff plastic, shiny from being waxed recently. He does not bother to remove anything but his sweatshirt "belt". Keeping with today's theme: time is of the essence. He slips on the breastplate that gives him a nice set of plastic mounds to sport to onlookers. The shoulder guards snap to it easily. The thigh compartments attach to his now wider hips and flat looking crotch of the hard plastic "shorts".



The boots add a couple of inches to his height, with the platforms built-in. He pulls the helmet on and then the gloves. He has no time to check everything, as the door busts open. The scuffle has ventured towards him, but it looks like none of them have noticed him. The guards look disheveled with their shirts untucked and their hair messed up. The "criminal" looks just as bad, as his costume is completely torn and tattered.



Dressed in his costume, Destin backs up slowly to stand next to the mannequins, hoping they won't notice one moving. He now realizes he has his tag for Power Girl in his hand. The delivery guys must have not put it on her. He quickly ties it to himself and slides his phone in the slot in the back of his helmet. Whoever designed it wanted to keep their phone with them throughout the day, but hidden as well. Unfortunately, he did not notice he had activated a new button on the device. This button is labeled "selfie". Destin, for the first time, experiences time being stolen from him, as his body "freezes" up and takes on a pre-downloaded pose. He wants to think that this feels wrong, yet his whole body agrees that time is no longer part of him, so he can only stand still. His thoughts seem to quietly stop, as his multitasking brain begins to take on a linear shape in time. Memories, tasks, plans, future, past...they all become the present, and that present is slowly winding to a stop. He wants to panic, but emotions are subject to time as well, so he cannot be afraid as time...comes...to...a...stop.



The guards eventually get a strong hold on the man, and drag him out of the storage room. They close the door, having not even noticed anything moving in there earlier due to the overwhelming distraction. The lights go out automatically and the room becomes completely dark.



As you would expect, he is discovered an hour later and delivered to the same booth as his mom, sister, and teacher. No one was expecting Samus to show up, and the crowd of teenage boys and girls around booth 82 let out a cheer with the new addition. The other statues have no thought of the noise or touches made to them, as they all stand there as if they have been inanimate always. You would think Lara Croft or the Cheerleader would be jealous of all the touches Samus is getting right now, but they gave no indication that they even noticed or cared, like any good statue should do.







Anime Club of Destin's school won first prize in the popularity contest, first prize in customer engagement, and first prize in donations received. Like a beauty pageant queen, Heather accepted all of the awards gracefully, and the cash prizes that went with each award. Her face almost hurt from having to smile so much that afternoon. One mystery person left them a box of cosplay outfits, Magic cards, and Pokemon trinkets. No one from Destin's class could believe what happened, especially him, as he had no idea any of that had transpired.



With the convention over, everyone begins to leave. Heather figures Destin got it all there, and he could get it all back. She really wants to hate on him right now, but maybe she thinks she might want to spend more time with a man who can do the impossible. With a secret smile just for herself, she leads their group out of the convention center. We will wait and see if there are any repercussions from his stunt, she tells herself, before I think he might be worthy of my attention.



By nightfall, Destin, his mom, his sister, and his teacher are all in the back storage room, posed just as they were before. Like all the other props, they are waiting to be picked up by the holder of the tickets that match the tags. Unfortunately, the tickets are in the car that Destin parked outside, which has now been towed away for illegal parking.



The convention center is quiet now, with most everyone gone. The storage is still until, "...mess!" Destin's mom finishes her sentence from that morning, but then stops in confusion. "Where am I?" She looks around the storage room, wondering how she got here from her house. Then she looks down at herself and screams, "What am I wearing?" She drops the fake guns in her hands and pulls the sunglasses off her face. "What is going on?" She leans against the cinderblock wall, completely overwhelmed at what just happened.



Her head snaps up when she hears, "Mom!" She sees her daughter in her cheerleading outfit start to move shakily. She can see her shake her head and drop the sign she had in her arm. "Destia?" Destia looks around with a wild and strange look on her face. She eventually faces her mom, "What happened?" They both hug each other like they had not seen each other in months, when to them, it had only been a few moments.



As their breathing gets under control, Destia asks, "Why are you dressed like Lara Croft?" Her mom shakes her head, "I have no idea...I didn't know who I was supposed to be." They look around the room and see some signs and realize they are at the convention center downtown, but they still do not know what happened.



At that moment, they hear, "OMG!" They both turn to see a fully animated Power Girl. "Miss Fisher?" Destia asks softly, recognizing her voice. She nods her blonde-wigged head, "Y-y-yes, but what am I doing here, and where is here?" Destin's mom replies, "We have no idea what happened. One moment we were at home, and the next, we are here dressed like this." She holds up one hand with the booth tag dangling down from it. Miss Fisher leans against the wall as well, resting her exposed buttcheeks on the cold cinderblock wall. "I just finished my workout, and then...I'm here, dressed like this!"



As they exchange the same story, Miss Fisher provides one critical piece to the puzzle, "Today was the big anime convention downtown, so if we are here, dressed like this, I think we have been statues all day here." Destia gasps, "You mean people have been looking at me in public all day?" Destia's mom scoffs, "Yeah but you wear that regularly, look at me and Miss Fisher here. We have probably been oogled by teenage boys all day." Miss Fisher and her both shudder noticeably at the same time.



"How? Why?" And as if to answer that question, they hear a rustling and turn to see their fourth statue moving, also with an "82" tag on their wrist. Destin looks around and sees the three ladies he had de-timed earlier today staring at him from a dimly-lit storage room. "I...I..." but no more would come out of his mouth. He tries to form questions with words, but he can only get the simplest sound out, "I". The ladies all ask together, "Who are you?"



Samus' helmet comes off slowly, revealing Destia's face. Destia looks strangely at Destin, as if she cannot believe what she is seeing, then their mom says, "Destin, is that you?" Destia shakes her head as she sees Destin hold the helmet in one hand while removing the wig with the other. "Uh, yeah, mom, it's me."



Destin pauses to catch his breath. The day started out so perfectly, and he had prepared for weeks for this day. He had never invested so much of himself in anything. He had achieved something impossible, something worthy of an anime movie. Yet, he got caught, and he really has no idea how to even explain what happened.



To his surprise, he does not get to say another word, His mom and sister both come up to him and hug him. Miss Fisher is left out of the group hug, but decides she can join in as she has been part of this crazy day with them. For a few moments, the four of them simply stand in a huddle, holding each other, unsure of who did this to them and why.



That evening, Destin is staring at himself in the bathroom mirror having just came out of the shower. "Technically, I did not lie," he says to his reflection, "I know what you are thinking, but I didn't. I simply did not correct their assumptions of what happened today. That is not the same thing, right?" He recalls the call to the police after finding a night guard at the convention center. The old man nearly wet his pants when the four of them walked up to his desk. Obviously, not much happens on his night shift at the convention center, and who would expect Lara Croft and Power Girl to come up in full costume in the middle of the night.



The police came and soon discovered that nobody knew anything. They did confirm that their family car had been towed away earlier, and someone reported a young woman had left it there, so no one could remember what she looked like. They then confirmed Miss Fisher's car location, so they knew the kidnapper (at least that is what they are calling him or her) had been to the gym. They first suspected Destia, as she had gone into the gym with her ID card.



However, her smart watch had her at the convention center at that time. In fact, they could track her from the house to convention center and that she had not moved all day, just like her mom. Destin does not have a smart watch, so they could not track his whereabouts, yet they had no way of placing him anywhere else but the convention center.



He dries off his body from the shower he just took, thinking how the day went from perfect to disastrous back to perfect. He dresses in comfortable clothes, tired from the day, but excited mentally. His body feels fine from being de-timed, and now that he has done it, he might like to try it again. "I never thought I would do it to myself," he says to his reflection. Stepping out of the bathroom, he throws his dirty clothes and wet towel at his closet. He does not even check to see if they make it there or not.



He heads downstairs to find his mom and sister sitting on on the couch. They both look at him as he gets to the first floor. "Hey there, sweetie, feel better?" Destin cannot remember the last time his mom called him "sweetie". "Uh, yeah, its just weird to...you know...today." They both nod at him and continue holding hands. He steps into the kitchen to the sound of the microwave.



"We were gonna watch a movie and have popcorn, if you want to join us." Destia inviting me to spend time with her? Destin's hides his shock by still being in the kitchen. Did the de-timer do something to them? It is not supposed to, but they have been acting kind of weird all night.



Not sure if he should play it cool or just ignore them as they used to do to him, he decides he should continue to play the "I was a victim, too" card. He grabs the popcorn bags and brings them back into the living room. "Something light and funny, I hope," he says with a grin. They both say in unison, "Definitely!"



The police report would come in a week later with a "techno-pervert" list. It turns out different people around the country have fallen prey to various people that have purchased and used something called a De-Timer. Unfortunately, it is not traceable at the moment, and since it does not harm or kill the victim, there is nothing flagrant they can be charge the "techno-pervert" with, even if they knew who it was. Yes, it is unsettling, but it is nothing more than a "very eloborate prank". Destin's mom and sister are outraged to the police in public, but at home, they are really okay with it. Yes, they lost a day, but nothing actually happened, so they are just thankful to be alive. Destin is convinced they are the same people as before, but seeing life a little differently, which has made his day-to-day much, much better. He smiles wickedly while laying on his bed with the app open on his phone, "So, what's my next de-timed heist?"







"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the main event," Destin says in his best broadcaster voice. In the living room, Lara Croft stares down a female henchwoman in an all black, form fitting suit. In reality, it is his mom as Lara Croft, facing off against his sister in the catsuit. They both look like they are ready to do some damage.



Destin adjust his camera a bit, before hitting the record button again. He smiles to himself at his genius idea. I'm gonna make millions, he says to himself confidently, and my mom and sister are gonna help me without even knowing it. He sets his phone app to start. He has previously downloaded the pics he needed to send Lara Croft and Henchwoman #3 in a fist fight of stopmotion proportions. "You heard it here first," he says in his broadcaster voice, "Life-sized stop-motion combat!"



Lara Croft starts to move from one pose to the next, stiffly moving a step forward, then leaning and drawing back her fist to come forward with it. Henchwoman #3 does not move at all, yet holds their "prepared to fight" stance. Destin's brow furrows, hmmm, she should have started already. As he checks his app, Lara Croft throws her stiff punch.



Like two boulders coming together, a loud "whack" echoes in the room. Lara Crfot rebounds from the collision falling back onto the couch and then onto the floor with a thud. Before Destin can react, Henchwoman #3 falls straight back without changing her pose. She makes another loud thump hitting the carpetted floor. Destin looks down to his app then back up again, to see his sister going through the downloaded poses while laying on the ground.



Putting his face into the palm of his hand, he grumbles, "Well, that didn't work." He starts to reset the "fight" with lots of grunts. The "statues" are plenty heavy and, as far as he knows, indestructible. He tries to restart the fight, so that Henchwoman #3 is synced with Lara Croft. This time, Lara Croft falls back onto the couch still in her original pose, only to go through her set stances after laying on the ground, too.



With a heavy sigh, he looks at his sister blowing a kiss at the wall where Lara Croft should be standing. "Well, you got her back, I guess," he says with a chuckle. I'm gonna have to check the app again, but I'm sure you can control two things at once. Realizing his time is about up, he decides to call it a night.



30 minutes...that is as long as he can safely de-time them and they not act weird and call the police about suspecting the "techno pervert" striking again. Keeping their costumes the same, he can get them both undressed and dressed in less than 5 minutes, so he has about 20 minutes of movie time. Unfortunately, he has almost no footage yet, as he cannot get them synced together.



Of course, I have to make sure they have underwear on and their smart watches. I'm not interested in seeing more than I already have, he recalls the uncomfortable hard on he got the last time he tried this. He figured it would be easier to start with them naked, but then...well, it just felt weird, so now it is only when they have clothes on previously.



The smart watch limitation might be fixable. I need another instalment of the device, and I think I can do a more permanent connection, like what Marietta, uh, Miss Fisher, has. As far as I know, she has not figured out she carries her de-timer with her everywhere she goes. I wouldn't mind adding her to the show one day. I wonder if I could get a parent-teacher conference here at the house, he ponders as he runs his mom and sister through their undressing and redressing poses.



Within a few moments, he has walked his mom by pivoting her on her toes back into the kitchen. She's lined up with the stove to continue working on dinner, which she was just about to start. He then pivots his sister on her heels back to the garage door, where she was coming from the freezer with some meat for dinner. He sets it back in her arms and double checks the kitchen. "Looks like I found it," he says with a nod. He stands at the sink and "freezes" in the same pose he had when he de-timed them. He clicks the button on his app and puts it in his pocket. He cannot see the 5 second countdown, but he does not need to as he'll move when they do. He's not sure if he was smiling before, but he is now, as everything restarts like they had not been statues for the past 20-30 minutes.



Later that week, he got his solution to his problem. His best friend who moved to the other side of town earlier this year with his family had come over for the night. They had been playing video games in his room and enjoying each other's company. While playing, Destin hears a loud thunk against the wall.



He continues playing the game until Zach pauses the game with, "What was that?" Destin shrugs and starts to say, "Nothing", until he realizes his phone had slipped out of his pocket and onto the floor and he hit just the right buttons...or perhaps in this case, the wrong buttons. He knows what the loud sound was now, and while he had hoped to find a way to show his "collection" to his friend, he could not think of a good way to do it.



He sighs heavily. This will be a way to show him, but maybe not a good one. He stands up and says, "Normally, I would say ignore it, but I know what happened needs my attention, and I guess there is no hiding it from you now." Zach has an even more concerned look on his face, "What are you talking about?" Destin does not respond, but simply waves him into the hallway.



They turn left into his mom's room to find just what he expected. Zach gasps as he sees Destin's mom in a running pose, frozen like a statue, upside down with her feet on the bed and her head on the floor. Zach can only mumble something, before Destin says, "Look, for starters, you can't tell anyone, and I mean, anyone. This is top secret to the Moon, man...got it?" Zach cannot repsond yet, but he nods his head. "Next, she will be fine. She is basically indestructible in this form. Watch."



Picking up one of the kettle bell weights next to the bed, he swings it down onto her shoulder. The loud thunk echoes in the silent room. Zach cringes, but when she does not react, he looks at her strangely. He walks over and gingerly touches her arm, "No mark." Destin shakes his head, "Nope, and she won't remember a thing, so you have got to play along, and I mean it. No fooling around here." Zach starts to catch on as he replies, "Sure thing, man, but you gotta tell me how you do this."



Destin, while standing his mom upright, relays the whole story. He leaves out some of the embarrassing details of the anime convention, but he hits the highlights. With his mom propped up against the treadmill, he walks next door to his sister's room. She laying on her bed with her phone in her hand. Fortunately, all of her private parts are covered, as it looks like she might have been texting or playing a game on her phone. Zach takes an extra moment to check her out, then Destin adds, "I guess since you know this much, would you like to see what I do with them like this?" Zach nods with a big grin.



In a matter of stop-motion moments, his mom is posed like she is shooting a gun in her Lara Croft costume. Zach can hardly take his eyes off her chest and hips. "I'll grab my sister's costume and suit her up. Give me just a minute." Destin leaves the room, and Zach decides he needs a closer inspection. His hand rubs along the massive mound stretching the shiny material. He cannot help but moan softly, feeling the incredibly hard breast of this mature woman. He gets behind her so he can grab hold of both of them.



His hands are not big enough to cover them, but they make excellent handholds. As he pulls on them, he finds his hips coming up behind hers. The tent forming in his pants becomes a mountain, as he becomes fully aroused by this sexy statue. As his brain starts to falter, he hears, "Dude, that's gross, just stop!" Zach pulls back with red cheeks, as Destin comes in the room. "I'm almost worried I can't trust you alone, but I got my sister ready." Zach says, "No worries, man, I got this." And who cares about your sister...your mom is the hot one.



Across the hall, Destin runs his sister through various poses to showoff to his best friend. "Dude, this is crazy cool! You are the man!" As he shows him the rest of what he has, Destin mentions the Youtube channel and the videos. Zach adds, "Oh, you gotta pair them first...I had the same issue with my drones." Destin snaps his fingers mentally, I forgot he flew drones in a racing league across town. "Here, let me show you," as Zach takes Destin's phone from him.



Within a few minutes, Zach and Destin have Lara Croft against Henchwoman #3 in his mom's bedroom. In a daring display of combat, the two statues stop-motion their way through an amazing fight scene. "Not gonna lie to you, but that has got to be the coolest thing I've ever seen." Destin cannot help but burst with pride at his friends compliment. As he starts to reply, he checks his watch.



"Snap, we gotta put them back. I have found that 20-25 minutes is the max before they get suspicious." Zach holds up his phone. "I can help. You get one and I'll get the other." Nodding his head, Destin grunts and pivot-walks his sister out the door to her room. Zach uses the share drive folder that he has with Destin to rewind his mom. He figures he may not have this opportunity again.



With each pose, he finds anyway he can to grind against her. He moans and starts working up a sweat against her statue-like body. He gets her clothes off and redresses her as his breathing gets even heavier. He recognizes a familiar feeling below his waist. He grabs a towel from the ground and is just able to unzip his pants before unloading. The chemicals in his body work overtime, as he feels such a glorious release. His whole body is tingling now with delight. I can't imagine the real thing being better than that, he tells himself breathlessly.



As Destin comes back in the room, Zach is able to zip himself up and keep the towel in his opposite hand as he puts her in her final pose. Destin was looking down at his app, giving Zach that extra few seconds he needed. Looking up, he adds, "Done? Good. Now, we gotta play this off smoothly." Zach knows he has to say something to cover his tracks, "Yeah, we..can't put her...on a moving treadmill." Destin adds with a smile, "They are heavy aren't they," noting his friends heavy breathing, "That's why you have to follow those poses in the right order." Zach nods like that is why he was out of breath.



With his mom standing by the treadmill, water bottle in hand, Destin and Zach stand next to her. "Asking about snacks...don't move until she does, got it? It just makes it easier for her brain to ignore what just happened and accept the present as what is right now." Zach nods his head, as they both "freeze" into position. They stand there for 5 seconds, then his mom starts moving. She has an odd look on her face, then Destin asks, "So, can we?" His mom shakes her head and asks, "Wha?" He plows ahead, "We were gonna get some snacks from downstairs. Is that okay?" Her brain starts to fill in gaps and she smiles at them both, "Sure, boys, knock yourselves out." They both say thanks and leave the room.



As they get downstairs, they hear the treadmill starting up. Destin looks to his friend with a smirk as they fist bump. "Dude, that's totally wicked!"

Destin's Youtube channel is starting to build a following, as he puts mostly his "scraps" on his page. He promises polished content soon, as Zach has been coming over every weekend now. I had no idea, Destin tells himself as he tries to do some video editing, this would bring me and my best friend back together. He is finding any excuse now to make the long drive over to my house to help me. In fact, I think I hear him out...

Destin stops moving at his desk chair. His mind coming to a stop as the de-timer hidden in his ring activates. He does not hear the door to his room open up. Zach walks in the room holding his phone in his hand. "Hey, I know we are just video editing tonight, but I need my weekly fix of your milf." Zach pulls Destin's phone out from his jacket pocket.



He rolls Destin back in the rolling desk chair. He puts the phone under the right thumb, opening it. "Okay, looks like I got what I need." Before he leaves, he sees his friend sitting in the middle of the room like he is typing on a keyboard in the thin air. As he thinks about what he is about to do to his mom, he decides he might want to "hide" Destin. So, he pushes him in the desk chair into the closet, closing the door behind him. "There, not that you would have heard anyway, but it makes me feel better."



Destia is gone for the night with her dumb cheerleading friends, and Destin's mom was surfing the net on the couch when I came in. With both phone's in his hand and a package shoved under his arm, Zach walks back downstairs. Destin's mom does not look up, as she is engrossed in something on her phone. Zach grins wickedly as he activates her smartwatch de-timer. She was not moving much anyway, but all her movements stop.



He walks up to her and sits on the couch next to her. "Guess what, my lovely milf...you get to be my sexy milf tonight, ready?" She maintains her sitting pose and says nothing. Setting both phones down, he pulls out the package's contents. The fabric is a bright red, shiny. "It might not look like much, but I assure it is the highest quality lingerie I could buy." He winks at her and kisses her cheek lightly, "Let's get going, babe."



Running her through the usual poses, Destin's mom is quickly undressed from her work clothes and wearing a strappy top that barely stretches around her impressive chest. Her thongs are almost invisible with the straps being so small. The choker is the widest "strap" of anything, and buckles nicely behind her neck. Satisfied with her looks, he snaps a few pics with his phone, keeping her face out of the images. He puts her through several provacative poses that he saves quickly to his phone's storage.



He then sits back down on the couch and puts her into another pose. She is now kneeling in front of the couch, her back bent over and her mouth wide open with her eyes closed. He unzips his pants, allowing his building pressure to release as his shaft springs out quickly. "Now, make this man moan with your mature mouth." He grins internally, having practiced that line for a couple of days now to get it just right.



Like a stiff love doll, Zach rocks his hips, getting good penetration with his shaft in her mouth. He thoroughly enjoys this feeling. I'll...want to find...a smaller opening...just for...mmm...testing the...yeah...yeah...oh...his body shudders and shakes as he climaxes mightily. He tries not to moan too loudly, but he cannot help himself. His breathing is heavy as he mumbles, "That's the best I've ever felt...oh yeah, so good!"



Coming off his high, he slumps back onto the couch. Eyes closed, he leans into the couch enjoying the feeling, his whole body tingling. He opens his eyes finally to see his "sexy milf" just where he left her. She has liquid dripping out of her mouth, but she shows no reaction to that. He checks his phone and knows he has to get things cleaned up and back to normal.



He zips his pants up, as his shaft has already retreated back inside. He scoots around her and goes to the kitchen. He gets a dry paper towel and a wet one. He quickly wipes up his spillage on her, then he wipes out her mouth. Hmmm, he ponders, I wonder how much went down her throat? Using his cellphone flashlight, he can see some remnants in the very back. Hmm, he thinks, I wonder if I held her head tight to me when I'm unloading, I might could reduce my clean up time.



With her wiped up as best as he can do, he throws the paper towels away. He notices Destin's phone is locked again, so he has to go back upstairs to get his friend's thumb print. It takes no time at all, and he is back downstairs as he hears a car outside. Sorry, Destia, he thinks with a smile, you missed catching me this time.



Having been practicing over the past couple of weeks, Zach has Destia's mom redressed and back in her place in less than a minute. He tucks the package back under his arm and heads upstairs. As he opens Destin's bedroom door, he hears the front door open, so he then activates his personal milf. While he hears talking that seems very normal, he closes Destin's door. Pulling him out from the closet still sitting in his rolling chair, he pushes him back to the desk.



He moves the mouse around to get the screensaver off. He then puts his hand on his shoulder, like he was leaning over him. He holds his pose and activates his friend. At first, he sort of flinches, then Zach says, "Yeah, I agree, but you might want to add another second there." Huh? Destin thinks, how did he...oh yeah, an extra second here would help..."Thanks, good catch," Destin replies, and Zach smiles internally. My best friend with privileges...







Zach and Destin had found a scheduling rhythm, and they were finally able to put out a full-length skit of his mom and sister. The reaction was negative at first, but then the likes and subscribes began pouring in. Zach and Destin decided to go ahead and start filming their next one. They hope to land some sponsors, so they figure they need some product placement in the next one to help with that.



But, Destin thinks to himself, it would be nice to add a third actress to the show. And to be fair, he nods to himself, it would be good to add to my collection anyway. He wonders who should be next. Miss Fisher has seemed to have distanced herself from him, so he has not de-timed her even once since the convention. He really needed someone who comes nearby regularly.



At that moment, he hears a knock at the front door. He can hear music coming from his sister's room, so there is no way she heard that. He would leave his mom to it, but she is out tonight doing something. So, he sighs heavily, gets up from his bed, and goes downstairs to open the front door.



Once he gets it open, he smiles, not because of why they are here, but what they look like. Nurse Rose stands there in her green scrubs. Her red hair stands out against the darkening sky in the background. She is clearly trying to keep that "I'm younger than I look" persona, with her head shaved close on one side, and then combed over the other side. She is quite thinner than his mom or sister even, but her face is just so cute.



"Uh, Destin," she says.



Just look at the way her cheeks make a little dimple when she smiles then frowns. Her eyes are green, and you would expect a Irish accent when she speaks, but it is anything but that. It is rather deeper than most women, which makes her even more exotic.



"You, uh, gonna let me in?" she asks.



Yeah, you can be part of my collection. I...wait, is she talking to me? Destin shakes his head and opens the door all the way. "Sorry about that, just lost in my thoughts," Destin apologizes as Rose walks in. She smiles again and replies, "No prob bob, just making sure I didn't have the wrong pad, you know?"



How can I get a device in her hand or on her skin? "My sister is upstairs." She nods her head as she walks up them with her bag in hand. Destin takes this opportunity to watch her take every step slowly. She is not that curvy, but I'll bet she's athletic under that uniform, and since she comes here once a week for my sister's injections, she is practically part of my collection already.



The real question: how do I get close to her? I never talk to her more than I just did, and we do not know anything about each other. If I try to talk to her for more than "hello", she will be suspicious. The only person she is close to is my sister. Hmm, my TWIN sister, he thinks with a wicked grin. I've still got that wig and stuff from the convention, so could I fool her into thinking I'm Destia so I could get closer to her?



Destin is still staring up the stairs when he sees movment at the top. Rose is already headed back down the steps to the front door. "Thanks...you must not be too busy if you can wait on me to come and go." She says with a fake smile, causing Destin to respond with, "That is what twins do." She continues her fake smile until the door is closed. What did he say? She wonders with an odd sense of confusion. What did I say? He wonders with an odd sense of confusion. "I really have to stop daydreaming during conversations," he whispers to himself.



That next week, him and Zach have a plan for Netherworld Nurse and her henchwoman to take on Lara Croft. It will be a similar battle as before, except Netherworld Nurse wins instead of Lara Croft. The tricky part is timing it perfectly. Nurse Rose's next visit is tonight, but Zach could not come over, so Destin is to plant the device on her, and then they film it the following week.



Destin's plan goes something like this. His mom will open the front door, since she is home tonight. Nurse Rose comes upstairs to find "Destia" snoozing. When she moves to wake "her" up, the device will be dropped in her waist band, which should fall down her pants and stick to the first exposed skin in comes in contact with. Destin will de-time her, then move the real Destia from the closet to the bed. He will then start them up as he slips out of the room. Perfection!



Now, to be fair, 90% of his plan went perfectly. Destin de-timed Destia and got her into the closet without much trouble with a few well-placed stop-motion steps. He dons the wig and other items to make himself look more like his sister. His mom lets Rose in the front door, and after a short small talk conversation, the nurse comes upstairs. Destin lays on the bed facedown, so to hide his much smaller chest. He turns his head to face the room, so that it is clear he is Destia. In his left hand, that hangs off the bed, is the device. It is flat at the moment, but it will not be for long.



Nurse Rose comes in the room and see Destia asleep. She sets her bag on the bedside table. Destin takes a quick peek as she fiddles with her bag. Slowly, he goes ahead and slips the device in the back of her waistband. Now, I just wait for her to...ow, what did she put...ooo, so sleepy... "No need to wake you up when you are about to be out anyway," Nurse Rose says as she puts her needle back in her bag and walks away. "That amount of estrogen would be toxic to almost any female, except for Destia's deficiency. Of course," she says as she quietly closes the bedroom door, "A man could handle it easily."



Destin's dreams are weird and disturbing. All he can think about is fashion and make-up and jewelry. His actions are flirtatious with all the boys, as he tries to get them naked with every attempt. His long hair, massive chest, tight waist, wide hips, and smooth crotch all seem so right and yet wrong. When his best friend comes into the room and drops his pants, Destin licks his lips, opens his mouth, and...



Destin gasps for air as he wakes up in a sweat. "What happened?" He checks his hair, as the wig comes off easily. His chest is its normal flat size, and his crotch is tented like he was ready to get it on. He shakes his head and wipes his brow, "What a crazy dream!" He checks his watch and realizes he has been asleep for almost an hour.



He hops up with a curse and gets his sister out of the closet awkwardly. He stop-motion walks here back to the bed, as his body feels all sorts of strange. He stumbles out of the room, his body on firel, as he returns time to her. She should not think anything of it, Destin reasons, as Rose snuck in and did not...did not...ugh, what did she inject me with?



He shakes his head as he gets back to his room safely. As much as his body is sweating, he might have to take another shower. I knew she had a hormone imbalance, but I did not think it was...it was...that bad. He flops onto his bed and falls back asleep, dreaming dreams of doing things to the wrong gender. His mind rebukes his body, that responds to the seemingly random thoughts. Fortunately, the estrogen "jump start" as Rose calls it, will burn out of his system in a couple of days, so that no one but him should be aware of his internal conflict.







Destin had been keeping a low profile the last few days. His dreams were of things he knew were related to his mistakenly taking some of his twin sister's medicine. He had been avoiding Zach especially. He is having enough trouble not wanting to try on his sister's clothes, that he does not want to slip up and say something inappropriate to his best friend. "I need a snack," he says will pushing up from his desk. He had been editting some videos for his next release, which his "fans" had already been asking him about.



He has had some quick photo sessions the previous week, so he thinks he has a new video idea for something short that will keep them at bay. As he gets to the bottom of the apartment stairs, he can hear his mom in the kitchen cleaning up. Rolling his eyes, he thinks to himself, if I walk in there now, she will want help. "Maybe, I'll come back," he mumbles to himself as he checks his phone's clock. At that moment, he hears a loud bang from the kitchen.



Curious now, he walks in to find his mom bent over with her butt thrust out towards him. Her hips stretch her work skirt tightly, as she balances on her high heels perfectly. She has her hand up to her mouth, as she looks naughtily to the left, her white button down blouse stretches around her hanging chest. "Great," he says sarcastically, "I hit the wrong button." He looks on the floor to see a metal skillet that has soap suds on it and water splashed all over the floor. I guess I get to help afterall, he says with a smirk.



He sets his phone on the counter and then grabs a towel and starts wiping up the water. He puts the skillet back in the sink, as he tries to reset the other items that had fallen over from her quick movements. I have got to be more careful, he tells himself, I cannot just keep the app open.



He grabs his phone and unlocks it. Okay, maybe I can...but he does not finish that thought, as his stop-motion mom adjusts her pose to a timer he had set. She takes a defensive stance and before he can react, he takes a punch to the stomach. While she was not moving fast, her indestructible fist takes all of the air out of his lungs.



He cries "oof" loudly and would fall to the ground, but she holds her gut punch pose, lifting Destin off his feet. Her balance is well enough, that he hangs limply from her outstretched fist. With his feet dangling, he thinks in agony, I am so out of sorts lately, that I really should close the app until I feel better. He struggles to catch his breath, and then he finds himself on the floor in a heap, as she has moved to another pose. This time she is carefully balanced on one foot, with the other cocked back as she leans back into a karate kick pose.



Destin looks up slowly, holding his stomach. "I don't get it," he says weakly, "None of these poses fit the last photo shoot I did. It's like someone else is controlling her." She eventually finishes her quick kick in her work outfit, making those high heels a deadly weapon if they connected with anything soft. Destin reaches up to grab the counter and pull himself up, as she goes to her knees, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide.



"Ew," he exclaims, "Gross." He rubs his tender stomach, having finally caught his breath. He picks up his phone from the floor and looks at the app screen. Hmm, he notes, there is another user on this account. I have not shown this to anyone except...Zach. Destin starts looking into the settings of the app. I wonder if he has hacked my account, that little...



Destin freezes in place, as Zach breathes a sigh of relief miles away. "That was close," he says from the comforts of his bedroom, "Good thing I have a tracker on their devices, and I had the app open and could see the things he was looking for. I gotta be more careful...maybe I should test new poses on the sister who spends most of her time at home in her room." He starts moving some poses into their queue. "Almost caught me, buddy, but not today." He makes a few adjustments and adds, "Now, move my puppets, move."



On Zack's screen, he can see Destin's device scooting closer to the sink, while his favorite milf does the same. "They should be shoulder to shoulder now, and with a quick reboot of time memory...they should be no wiser to my scheme. I wonder if I could hide a camera in their apartment?" Zach leans back in his bed thinking, this god-like power is great, and I'm only getting started.



Destin and his mom stand by the sink, as time starts flowing again. "Oh, honey," she says in surprised confusion, "I did not see you there. Coming to help?" Destin's facial expression goes from distracted to confusion. "Actually, I came for a snack, but I can help you finish up first." She smiles at him in a way that is very unlike her. He tries to recall what just happened, but he cannot deny it has been nice getting more positive attention from his mom. He lets go of his confusion to continue his current thoughts. I can't change the way she treats me, he reasons while thinking of the app, but it certainly feels like recently she has not been as sarcastic or mean to me. She hands him a wet skillet, so he reaches for a towel to dry it. Finding it really wet already, he grabs another from the drawer to dry the skillet from her hand.







A very curvy harem women does a stop-motion dance in the background. Another not-quite-as-curvy woman stiffly moves a large fan over the seat in the middle of the room. Both women wear a brightly-colored, mostly-see-through outfit. Their pants are baggy but sheer enough to their matching colored panties underneath. Their long-sleeved tops only come to their midriff, but they are also so sheer that you can see the halter top underneath and all of the cleavage you want. They each sport a headband and veil to "hide" the lower part of their faces.



Seated in the chair in the middle, Zack looks at his phone, holding it up from his face. "As you can see," he says proudly, "I am the sultan of this region. Let no one contest my rule." As he laughs, he turns the camera to show Destin cowering in the corner wearing torn clothes and shackles on his hands and feet. He turns the camera back to himself, making sure his dancer and fanner are in the shot. "Zultan Zach...remember my name!" He keeps staring at the camera firmly until he presses the stop button.



Letting the phone down to his lap, he can hear clapping from the kitchen. Looking around his best friend's apartment, he can see smiling faces from his classmates hiding back in the kitchen area. As he stands up, they all rush out and fist bump or high five him. They cannot believe the power he has. They congratulate him, and quite simply, stand in complete awe of him. He smiles proudly, taking in the worship. The women do so out of programmed commitment, but the guys in the room, they are doing it out of choice. Now that, he says to himself proudly, is real power.



"Alright, alright," he says waving his hands, "I need to get Destin back to his room. I'll leave the two ladies in a...flattering pose. Enjoy yourselves while you can." Zach hits his app, and Destin goes through a series of poses until he is standing. The dancer, who looks like Destin's mom, repositions her self, bent over and legs spread apart. The fanner, who looks like Destin's sister, kneels down with mouth wide open and head tilted back. The guys whoop and holler as the push each other aside to get their turn. Zach says he has a time limit, so they don't want to waste a moment.



With Destin at the bottom of the stairs, Zach pushes forward against the small of his back. Clicking another button in the app, Destin steps up, and with the push from behind, he leans over onto the first stair. Zach hits another button, while stilling pressing into the small of his back, changing Destin's pose to the other foot stepping up. With a small amount of force and alternating between two poses, Zach is able to get Destin to "walk" up the stairs. Within a few moments, he has him back in his room, when he hears a car door outside.



Checking his app, he sees the nurse still in her car outside, having just pulled up. "Great," he curses, "She's early tonight." I can freeze her there, as Destin added her last week, but she will lose a lot of "real time". He said lately, she has been in a real big hurry. Knowing Destin has a disguise for his sister, he decides it best to substitute.



Leaving Destin in the hallway, he rushes downstairs. His "boys" are thrusting themselves in a frenzy on the statues. "Hey," he says, then adds louder, "Hey! Drag them into the garage and keep it down. Nurse is here and I gotta throw her off. Got it?!" Hating to stop, but also realizing they will get more time, they each pair up and drag the erotic statue out of the living room, through the kitchen, and into the garage. Zach closes the door and grabs some sticky notes off the counter. He writes a quick note and goes to the front door.

He can see her walking up to the door, checking her bag. He freezes her in place in mid-step, careful to make sure she is balanced when he did. He then opens the door and puts the note on it and leaves the door unlocked. He rushes upstairs and gets Destin into his sister's bed. He throws a wig on him from his closet, and puts a pair of pajamas on with panties and a bra from his sister's. He pushes him facedown on the bed, and picks a sleeping pose from his library of poses.



He hears the front door open, so he ducks into the closet. The footsteps on the stairs tells him that so far, his plan is working. He pulls the door almost closed, so he can see his "friend's sister" lying on the bed, which seems to be pushing into the bed like they are much heavier than usual. As the door of the bedroom opens up, Zach prepares to animate the statue.



"Huh," he hears the nurse say, "She really is asleep. The poor thing must be all worn out from school." He can see her rummaging through her bag and as she bends near the bed. Zach animates Destin. Time slowly creeps back into Destin and his body stops pushing into the bed, causing it to rise up somewhat, as his mind begins to wonder what is going on. He barely registers the pinch in his left butt cheek, and then his mind almost catches on fire from the potent medicine pushed into him again. He tells himself that this feels wrong, but he is quickly snoring, having not had the chance to move.





The nurse straightens up, returning her syringe to her bag. She freezes in place, as Zach steps out to examine her. "Not as chesty as the others," he says while rubbing the rock-hard breasts, "And defiintely lacking the hip action," he notes while giving her a love tap on the butt. Walking around her, he looks at her face now. "Mmm, but I could get lost in her eyes all day." He loosens a couple of buttons to get a better look at her body underneath. Satisfied with a quick glance and feel, he runs downstairs to check on the guys.



He can barely hear them through the door. He pounds on it, causing them to scream. "Quiet! I'm about to let the nurse go!" One of them yells something about "scaring me to death" and the other spouts curses at the closed door. Zach ignores them and rushes back upstairs. He hides in the closet after rebuttoning her outfit and feeling her up some more. Once she reanimates, she exits the room and rushes out the door, mumbling something about getting home for dinner.



With her gone, he strips his unconscious friend and drags him to his room. Dumping him on the bed, he resets his sister's room and gets the guys to help strip and redress the mom and sister. In a matter of minutes, Destin's mom is watching a show on Netflix, Destin's sister is finishing her word game on her phone in her room, Destin is sleeping in his bed, and Zach and his friends are in his car, still in the townhouse parking lot showing each other all the pics they got from tonight. Tech-Perv is what the police called the guy who started this with Destin's family, he thinks to himself, and I think I may be the world's first and only super villain. He cannot help but laugh as his "gang" pulls out of the parking lot to drive back to his "lair". When a friend says "it is the least I can do for you", they know they did not really do much to help. Zach now knows that is what Destin and his family think they are doing for him, but it reality, they are the stars to his rise to power.