After Brendan accidentally sat on the remote control of Frederic's television and broke it in half, he got him a new one. However, the last universal remote control was pink. While unpacking, Brendan joked that the colour actually suits his friend and showed him in a decidedly feminine manner how he would change the channel from now on. The television promptly turned on and showed one of those afternoon hospital series. Brendan looked a little proudly at his friend to make sure he saw that the remote control was working.
But in Frederic's place, a blonde woman in a red blouse stood in some kind of office, no, an examination room. "Hello, I'm Dr. Fredrics. Please free yourself from above and sit on the lounger." she asked Brendan very matter-of-factly. She examined him almost mechanically. There was nothing sexy or medical about what she was doing. While 'Dr. While Fredrics continued to pretend to examine him, she made a little small talk. But the questions were strange, she asked him about his relationship with a certain Stacy. But he didn't know any Stacy. Then he noticed. With the remote control he had tapped Frederic and himself into a doctor's series. Frederic couldn't help but play a doctor. Brendan picked up the remote and pressed pause. The woman shook her head. "Dr. Fredrics, are you ok?" Brendan asked. "Yes, I think so. Doctor? Wow, what kind of breasts are those and why are they mine?!" the doctor suddenly shouted in panic. Brendan explained what he had found out so far. "Well then turn off the TV and bring me back to my body!" Frederic ordered his friend. But Brendan shook his head. “To be honest, I'm a little scared. What if I take you out too? I think we should carefully find an empty channel so you can become you again.” 'Dr. Fredrics' agreed and Brendan switched to the next channel.
The room suddenly smelled of cheap perfume, and the furnishings seemed equally cheap and worn out. Standing in front of the bed was the same woman as before, but this time wearing a tube top that clearly showed the bra underneath. It had the same leopard print as her shorts. She stretched awkwardly and suddenly a voice came from the off: "Freda is now trying her luck on her own. She tries hard, but a real new beginning doesn't want happen. Now she's offering her body in a motel outside the city. Is that the right way to emancipate herself from her violent ex-boyfriend?" Brendan quickly pressed pause. "Apparently that's not it either. We seem to have ended up on reality TV." He said to Freda, who was moving her tongue around in her mouth. "I feel horrible plus I have a strange taste on my tongue." she said. She looked around and asked: "What kind of shack is this?" Brendan swallowed and said: "It's a motel room and you're starting all over again as a prostitute." Freda's eyes became huge and she ran to the bathroom, where she first vomited and then rinsed her mouth for several minutes. "I think I know what that taste was." she said, then Brendan switched again the channel.
Bright light blinded Brandon. Once his eyes had adjusted a bit to the brightness, he realized that he was standing in front of the white exterior wall of a truly exquisite villa. On the opposite side of the pool stood Frederic, or whatever character he had taken on now. Based on the ridiculously expensive designer clothes his friend was wearing, Brandon assumed it was a show that showed the lives of the rich, so still reality TV. "Why are you standing there so stupidly? Bring me a glass of champagne by the pool! And then move away, you look too much lower class to me. I won't tolerate that around me." the blonde millionaire's daughter shouted at him. "Oh, I guess we're a luxury bitch now." Brandon said to himself and pressed pause. "Hey, rich girl! It's going to be hard to get you off that channel, right?" he shouted over to Frederic. "I can hardly move my face and my breasts feel much firmer. I don't think anything about me is real anymore. And these sunglasses, they couldn't be any bigger. Let's get out of here!" complained Frederic.
"Hello, handsome! Sorry for interrupting your pool game, but maybe we can continue it together somewhere else." a scantily clad woman breathed to Brandon. "A prostitute again?" he asked himself and looked at the clock. They had now reached the evening program. He quickly realized that they could only have ended up in a crime series and that Frederic soon would become a victim. He immediately paused the movie. Frederic came back to himself, looked down and said: "Oh my God, what do I look like again?" "That's the least of your problems. Without the remote control you would be murdered in a moment. Welcome to the evening program." Brandon explained. "Oh, where would I be without you and your remote control?" Frederic asked sarcastically "Oh yes, at home, in my apartment and in my body! Instead, I'm beamed from one humiliation to the next. Always blonde, always tall breasts and above all always a woman!" Frederic now really got going. "Well, you don't look bad." Brandon tried to reassure him, but he only received a death glare. He preferred to move on quickly.
Brandon found himself in a kitchen and a seductive voice spoke to him: "It's good that I meet you here. My husband is not at home right now. We have to take advantage of that." There was still a woman standing in front of him with even bigger breasts and even blonder hair. She was simply more in everything. She moved closer to him until her breasts pressed against his shoulder. Leaning forward, Brandon couldn't help but look into his friend's massive cleavage. She ran a finger through a nearby bowl and licked her finger lasciviously. Then she said: "I would like to indulge my husband with cream pie. Can't we practice that together?"
This was too much for Brandon to withstand. A little fumbling, Frederic wouldn't notice, so he continued the scene. The blonde beauty opened her blouse, giving an even better view of her beautiful breasts. She held them out for him to touch, but when Brandon reached out his hand, she interrupted him and said, "To continue watching, sign up for our 'friends subscription', only $39.95 monthly!" Brandon rolled his eyes and paused. Frederic immediately noticed his open blouse and raged. "Were you about to fuck me?! You're not just zapping me into a porno, no, I'm the main actress. And then you want to shamelessly exploit my situation! Just switch the channel quickly before I give you blue balls, because this body is really incredibly horny. And I won't let you partake!" said Frederic already grabbing himself between his legs.
Brandon and Frederic were now standing in a large and empty white room. Frederic was back in his body; they had reached an empty channel. Frederic asked his friend to turn off the television so that they could finally go back to real life. Brandon did so and they were back in Frederic's apartment. They both breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad I hadn't turned on the pay-tv receiver. You probably wouldn't have been able to hold back otherwise." Frederic said to Brandon, who was walking around the couch with his back turned to him. Frederic was fiddling with the television unnoticed. Brandon paused: "What, you really have a pay-tv subscription?" he turned to Frederic, who pointed the pink remote at him.
"Is there really no way I could improve my grades in your subject, Professor?" asked a young female student, meaningfully playing with the straps of her top. "Well, since you want it so badly, we could do an oral exam." Frederic replied with a slight grin.
Frederic had no qualms about getting back at his friend for the trip through the TV channels. He took part in the entire adult film without pausing it even once. Unlike Brandon, Frederic knew the channel order. And he was ready to enjoy them to the fullest.
