Change you back.

"How is this even possible?" Zoe asks, poking your exposed innards, then tasting her finger as she watches you struggle to move your arms and legs. "And what does that have to with my...."

She gets very close to you as she stares at your face. You smile and try to mouth "Hi sis." Color drains from her face and she sits up suddenly, turning to look at your mother. "Is this him?"

Your mother smiles and presses the Cancel button again. Again the discontinuity, again the feeling of expansion. Zoe gives a yell and falls off of her chair.

You are sprawled on the kitchen table, human again. Your hands instinctively go to your crotch, where - because you are stark naked - you are quickly able to determine that your manhood is intact.

"Don't masturbate on the kitchen table, dear." Your mother is still laughing. You sit up, a partially peeled banana sliding off of your chest onto the floor as you do. Zoe is sitting on the floor, looking back an forth between you, your cock, the banana, and your mother.

"You were Mr. Banana Man the whole time?" she asks weakly.

"Yeah," you croak. You climb off the table and stagger over to the sink to get a glass of water.

"Oh god...I touched your dick."

You nod. "Only eighty-nine times."

She closes her eyes and take a deep breath to compose herself. Her next question surprises you.

"Was it good for you?"

You remember what it was like, tiny, helpless, naked in plain sight, completely at the mercy of your family's whims. You turn around to answer, but your erection answers for you.

"I guess so..." she says with a sly smile "...perv."

"Look who's talking," you reply with a grin.

"So why were you a fridge magnet?"

You mother chimes in, holding up the calculator. "Your brother used his new toy on his mother without asking permission first."

"Did he turn you into..."

"A banana woman? Yes, he did. And Mr. Banana Man was his punishment."

"Why a whole week?" you ask.

She shrugs. "I had a project to finish for work. I wanted to wait to play around with this more when I had more time. I have more time now."

"So," Zoe asks. "How does that thing work?"

"How about a demonstration?" your mother asks.