When Finn reached the top of the stairs, Fern was pulling his shirt over his head.
"Good idea, man!" Finn said encouragingly. "Just get naked, then I can check your whole body."
Fern balled up his grass shirt and lobbed it at the human boy's head.
"No, dude, I'm just changing into my pajayjays. Turn around,"
"Oh," Finn chuckled at his mistake and obediently turned his back to the other boy. "But you know, it would make sense for you to just..."
Finn cut off mid sentence as a pair of shorts woven from grass fibers nailed squarely in the back of the head.
"Finn, I swear to glob..." Fern warned, testily.
The blond boy laughed again, but said nothing else.
"Okay, you're good," Fern called from the other side of the bedroom. He was wearing one of Finn's red pajama onesies and had taken off his hat, his long, golden green hair flowing freely.
"Wow, Fern," Finn said, impressed. "I've never seen you wear anything but your grass clothes. You look good, bro."
Fern struck a ridiculous flexing pose with his arms to make Finn laugh.
"Thanks, guy," the grass boy said appreciatively, "Now come here so we can get this over with."
Finn practically skipped over to where Fern was sitting on the bed rubbing his hands together excitedly.
Fern leaned back and kicked him in playfully in the side.
"Wow, Mertens. You've gotta stop being such a weirdo about this, like, right now," he said making a face.
Finn grinned guiltily.
"I can't help it, Fern. By not letting me see it when I first asked, you built it up too much. Now, the suspense is killing me,"
Fern rolled his eyes again.
"Whatever, dude," he said, giving up. "Okay, I'm gonna lift the jammy flap so get a good look and then we never speak of this again. Got it?"
"Understood," Finn replied seriously.
Fern felt extremely weird about how intently the human boy was staring at his crotch, but he guessed there was no helping it. He reach down and adjusted himself out of his pajamas so that his penis was visible. Apprehensively, he watched the blond boy's reaction.
Finn's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Fern...," he exclaimed, " You're huge!"
Finn had kind of expected this to be the case. But, now that he was actually seeing it, he was shocked at how much larger Fern's was than his.
Fern looked away feeling extremely self-conscious.
"I didn't want you to feel weird because it's bigger now, for some reason. It's actually kind of annoying..." Fern trailed off, embarrassed.
Finn took a step closer to get a better look. The shape of Fern's penis was very similar to his, only larger and thicker. It was also a darker green than the rest of his body. Although, Finn conceded to himself that the skin of his own penis was like that as well.
"If you're this big how come, you don't see it through your shorts?" Finn asked, thoughtfully, still studying Fern's member with the deep interest of an archaeologist.
The blades of grass that made up the tufty patch that Finn assumed served as Fern's pubic hair elongated, wrapping around Fern's member and then entangling with the sparse blades at the base of his abdomen, holding him upright and in place.
"You do that all day?" Finn asked incredulously.
Fern nodded, still feeling too awkward to meet his eye.
"That's insane," Finn said sympathetically. "Okay, dude, show me the other bits," he said expectantly after a moment, nodding to a point lower on Fern's crotch.
"What?!" Fern shrieked , "Uh-uh, bro. I showed you my thing and now we're done."
He reached down and attempted to redress himself, but the human grabbed his arms to stop him.
"No way, man," Finn argued as the other boy struggled to get out of his grasp. "I gave up my bed for 3 months so I wanna see the whole Fern-boy package."
"Are you crazy? Get off of me!"Fern jerked out of Finn's grasp so that the human had to put both hands out on the bed on either side of him to keep from falling over. As soon as he caught himself, Finn was geared up to yell at Fern for cheating on their deal, but he stopped when he saw the grass boy's face.
"Fern are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
The plant boy's nose and cheeks were a shade of scarlet that rivaled his pajamas.
From so close, Finn could see that the blush was actually hundreds of tiny red and pink flowers blossoming on Fern's face.
"I told you to get off me," he said quietly, tucking himself back into the pajamas and redoing the buttons.
"Does it hurt?" Finn asked, still sounding worried.
Fern shook his head.
"They go away after a while," he said, staring at his hands which were now folded in his lap.
"They smell kinda ... nice," Finn said leaning in closer and inhaling deeply.
Fern scooted further back on the bed, away from the other boy.
"I hadn't noticed," he muttered darkly.
"Wait, you've been like this before?" Finn asked, finally registering what the grass boy had said.
The human boy was way too close for Fern's liking, but suddenly he felt too nervous to push him away.
"Yeah, once," he admitted.
"Well, what happened?"
Fern turned away from the other boy as much as he could. Not much considering their current positioning.
Finn just leaned closer forward.
"You already know I'm gonna get it outta you," Finn reasoned, smugly.
Fern groaned and plopped backward onto the mattress, covering his still crimson face with his forearms.
Finn clambered onto the mattress and straddled Fern to sit on top of his thighs. He pushed the plant boy's arms up just enough the uncover his mouth, but otherwise left him be.
"Well?" Finn said expectantly.
Even though Fern's face was partially obscured, Finn could see that the flush was spreading, creeping outward toward his ears.
"I was thinking about makeouts...," he said, barely audibly.
Finn skipped a beat, then snorted so hard he almost fell over and had to scramble to catch himself.
"You were thinking about makeouts and you started blushing? That's not a big deal, Fern," he said, still laughing.
"No," Fern continued exasperatedly. "I was thinking about makeouts and how I have all these memories of girls... doing things. And they don't even know I have them..."
"Wow, I guess I never thought about it like that...," Finn mused.
Fern made a pained noise.
"But it's not your fault, Fern. It's not like you chose to remember that stuff," Finn offered, trying to cheer him up.
Fern groaned again but said nothing.
"Well, okay...," Finn said trying a new tack. "When you remember that stuff, is it like you just know that it happened or..."
"It's like I'm there and it's happening to me." Fern interrupted him, finally uncovering his face and looking at the other boy. "I see it through your eyes, Finn. Everything they showed you and thought only you would see. Oh, glob, and I can hear how they sounded and what they said to you. Things they didn't mean for anyone else to hear. And I... I feel what your body felt like when you were doing things with them... how good it felt..."
The flush was spreading up Fern's neck and across his chest and scent of his flowers now filled the room. Without realizing it, Finn's breathing had become heavier.
He bent over to wipe away the tears that were rolling down the sides of Fern's face and into his hair.
"You don't have to feel guilty about the way you felt when you remembered that stuff. They're your memories. You're Fern now, but you used to be Finn. You didn't do anything wrong."
Fern stared up at him. Tears still welled in his eyes, but his expression was grateful.
Finn grinned down at him and soon Fern was grinning, too. Relieved that his other self was feeling better, Finn dropped down to hug him.
"You see, Fern?" he said reassuringly, "Us same bros gotta stick together. You can tell me anything, alright?"
"Alright," Fern agreed, still grinning.
He had to admit that the hug felt nice, but he would have expected Finn to get off him by now. Instead, the human boy squeezed him tighter.
"Why do you smell so good, Fern?" the blond asked close to his ear.
Just as the flush had started to fade, he could feel his face heating up again.
"It must still be my flowers," he said awkwardly, "I can't really smell them."
"They smell amazing."
The human boy rested his head on Fern's shoulder.
"Uh, Finn?" Fern asked uncertainly.
"Don't make me move. I wanna stay like this," Finn murmured against him. "So good...,"'he sighed.
The way Fern had blushed before was nothing compared to now. Patches of red covered his face all the way up to his hairline. He peeked to his side at Finn to see that the other boy was extremely flushed now, too. His eyes were closed and his expression was relaxed.
"Finn, I think you should get off me," Fern warned nervously.
"Why?" Finn sounded half asleep, his voice muffled against Fern's shirt.
"I just don't think we should be doing this, is all," Fern said, trying to keep his voice level.
Fern's body jolted as Finn began nuzzling against his neck.
"But, it's nice," he whispered in the grass boy's ear. "You think it's nice, too, right?"
Fern ignored his question.
"Finn, I think my flowers might be doing something to you," he said, concerned.
"Yeah, maybe," Finn contemplated, still snuggling against his neck. "Your flowers smell so good, Fern. But, the truth is, I've thought about stuff like this before. When I found out we have the same memories I wondered if you thought about doing stuff that feels nice. Like, I wondered if when you remembered touching yourself, you thought about how it's really like you were touching me. Does that make sense?"
Fern gulped and nodded. He actually had thought about it exactly that way on several occasions.
"I kinda thought so," the human boy whispered.
Finn raised himself up to look Fern in the eyes. The grass boy looked apprehensive, barely meeting his gaze. But Finn recognized longing in his expression, too, and that told him what he needed to know.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against Fern's.