Target some friends in the park

A short while later you arrived in the park, where you wandered around for a bit chatting and temporarily forgetting the initial reason for coming here. This park was close by to a number of your friends, all of whom were going away for the week with you.

“Oh shit the remote!” you laughed, pulling it out of your pocket.

“How could we forget that?” Rebecca asked, genuinely confused.

“No idea. Anyway, any target ideas?”

Rebecca looked around, you had ended up on a bench relatively in the middle of the park, with almost clear views of a lot of your friends.

“Lets target Jemma over there, and swap something random with Aaron over there.”

Aaron was a very short and very thin friend of yours, with thick hair, thick eyebrows, glasses and a slight south african accent from his parents. He was currently wearing a pair of brown shorts, trainers and a pink polo shirt.

Jemma, on the other hand, was wearing a simple white dress which was slightly frilly. It went right up to her neck and down to just past her knees, nice and conservative covering most of her.

You put Rebeccas hands on the remote and let her fire and press random, and you both watched as the remote did its work.

It was a relatively subtle swap, but you only noticed it because you were looking out for it. Their arses had swapped around. Jemmas becoming slightly smaller, less firm, less round and perfect, while Aarons now had a definite feminine look to it, even bouncing ever so slightly as he walked.

“Amazing!” Rebecca said, “I have no other words. But, lets target them again.”

You did not argue and allowed her to fire once again.

This time the remote swapped their clothing around, to make them now look like a pair of cross dressers.

Thankfully the clothing sizes changed and adapted to match their new owners, otherwise they would look even sillier than they do now.

Aaron was walking along in a white dress which hugged his female arse perfectly, but was hugging nothing around the front of him.

Jemma, however, now had a pair of brown shorts on showing off her lovely legs, and doing nothing to make her male arse look any better. Her polo shirt looked fine, apart from the fact her breasts were no longer supported, as her bra had moved over to Aaron. Reality morphing as it did, causing Aaron to not put it on. So, effectively, her bra had vanished.

Jemma’s breasts bounced a lot as she walked, the shape of her nipples pushing out the polo shirt ever so slightly, but causing her no concern.

“That’s pretty cool.” you said, brushing a strand of your hair out of your eye.