Interactive: The Body Swap Experiment (1)
As we all sat at the table and started digging through our bowls of spaghetti, I knew something was wrong. Being the oldest of us siblings and still living at home while attending community college, I was always very perceptive towards my family’s dynamics. My four year old brother Bradley was enthusiastically eating and making a mess, and my younger siblings Mariah and Lucas were casually throwing insults at each other. They were both 17, twins and still in high school, and often bumped heads with each other on just about everything, so everything looked normal on that side. However, Mom and Dad were abnormally silent. Too silent. They had an announcement to make, and we probably wouldn’t like it. As if on cue, Mom spoke up.
“Kids,” she started. “We would like your attention. We have something important to say.”
“Earlier today, I was contacted by my friend Larry,” Dad continued.
“He’s that scientist guy, right?” Lucas asked.
“Yes, that’s him. He offered me a solution for our money problem. His company will completely pay for our mortgage, and throw in an extra fifty thousand dollars… on the condition that two of us become test subjects in an experiment.”
“What kind of experiment?” I asked. This was getting interesting.
“Body swapping,” Dad said. I was amazed that he managed to say that without laughing. “He has found a way to swap two people’s bodies, and he needs to test it on someone.”
“Sounds weird but let’s just do it!” Mariah said. “Let’s just have two of us swap bodies for a week, and then all our problems are solved, right?”
“Unfortunately, it’s not that simple,” Dad replied. “There’s a flaw in the process he’s using. He can swap two people, but he can’t switch them back, or with anyone else. If we do it… it’s permanent.”
“We still think we should consider it, however,” Mom said. “After all, we do need the money. That’s why we’re putting it to a vote. I think we should go ahead with it, and so does your father.”
“I think… I think we should do it,” I said trying to be responsible. “I don’t really want to be someone else, but you’re right: we do need the money.”
“I’m with Cody here,” Mariah added and gave me an affirming nod. “Besides, being someone else can’t be that bad, I guess.”
“There is no way I’m doing this!” Lucas yelled. “I’m not giving away my life for you guys.”
“I wanna do body thwapping!” Bradley said excitedly. “Da mean I can be a gwowed up, wight?”
I am always impressed by this little boy’s perceptiveness. He’s clever, you’ve got to give him that. So that makes five against one, meaning…
“Then I suppose we’re doing this,” Dad said.
“We’ve thought about it a lot, and we decided that the best way to choose who swaps is to pick at random,” Mom explained. “We’ll put all of our names in a bowl, and pick two.”
Since no one really wanted to be the one to swap, we all agreed that this was indeed the best way to proceed. Mom went into the kitchen, and came back two minutes later with a large bowl, several pieces of paper and a pen. She set the bowl on the table and handed the pen and paper to Dad, who started writing our names. It wasn’t long before there was an interruption:
“Why are you putting my name in there?” Lucas whined. “I said I wasn’t doing this.”
“Yes you did,” Mom said, “but, for the sake of being fair, we think your name should be in there too. And quite frankly, your attitude these days makes us think that maybe being someone else would do you some good.”
“Ugh.. I don’t believe this.”
“Moving on,” said Dad. “I think we’re all set.”
He dropped the papers into the bowl, and mixed them with his hand. He then handed the bowl to Mom, who picked a paper. After unfolding it, she announced the unlucky winner.
Wait, me? I was going to swap? I could hardly believe it, and yet it was true. Soon, I would be in someone else’s body, for the rest of my life. Mom put the paper with my name on the table for everyone to see, sealing my fate. She then put her hand back in the bowl, took another piece of paper, and announced the name of the person I’d become. She looked at the paper in shock for a moment, then calmly showed it to the family.
“Dave.” It said. My dad’s name.
“You can’t be serious,” I said.
“That’s settled, then. Cody and I will switch bodies, permanently. Larry is compensating us very well for this, you know. We’ll go to his lab on Saturday.” Dad announced in an almost nonchalantly way.
“No way…” I said in shock. “This is crazy… I can’t switch bodies with my own dad! I’m only twenty… and I’m still in college!”
Lucas and Mariah were barely hiding their grins. I looked to them helplessly. “This isn’t funny!”
“Dad, you’re going to be our new older brother?” asked Mariah.
Dad looked my body over, almost like he was trying to picture himself living in my body. Then he turned to Mariah. “Yes, that’s right, Mariah. We better start getting used to this now. From now on, you’ll call me Cody. And over here,” he walked over to me happily, “this is our dad, Dave.”
I looked down at my own body, which soon would not be mine anymore. This was crazy. But I knew there was no way out of it. “I’m Dad,” I practiced saying. “I’m your Dad, Dave.”
Dad beamed. “That’s right, Dad!” he said. “And I’m your son, Cody. I know it sounds a little silly now, because we’re in the wrong bodies, but we’ll fix that on Saturday. And all our money problems will be solved! I also took a week off work just in case this happened so we have time to adjust and learn about each other” Dad said.
I gave a weak grin as he left. In a few days I would be in my dad’s body with a completely different life. No more hanging out with my friends, studying for upcoming exams, or even get a chance to ask the cute guy in my class out for a date. But worst of all; I had yet to gather courage to come out to my conservative family, and now was not be the time for that seeing as I soon would be forced to live as my straight dad… However, that did start making me wonder…
Later in the evening I was lying in bed in my underwear, trying to imagine what it would feel like after the swap. I was going to be my own Dad. I was going to be older. I was going to have his beefy muscles. I was going to have his bearded face and his hairy chest. I was going to have his smell and use his cock for fucking. I was going to have to see him naked, in the shower, in the mirrors, in my dreams. I was going to have to wear his clothes, his voice, his smell. For the rest of my—
Suddenly Dad burst into my room without knocking. “Hey, Dad!” he said.
I was in the middle of jerking off and imagining myself as him and now here he was. “Dad! Get out!” I yelled.
“It’s ‘Cody’, remember? I just want to say I’m so glad you agreed to do this swap, to live in this body for the rest of your life.” He gestured down to his bulky older body. “What are you doing there? Are you jacking off? It’s okay, I’m also a college boy,” he said, “I do that all the time.” He had a smirk on his face. “The sooner we get used to this the easier it’ll be, ‘Dad’!”
I noticed he was dressed for bed, with just a sweatshirt and boxers. “I thought it was time to get to know our new bodies. Just so you know, this is the body you’ll be living in starting on Saturday.”
Before I could protest, he pulled off the sweatshirt, exposing his huge hairy chest. It was ages since I had last seen him completely shirtless—not since Lucas brought it up and made him self-conscious about it last year. Soon however I would be feeling them and seeing them every day, for the rest of my life. “DAD! Stop!” I yelled, trying to hide my erection under the blankets.
“It’s ’Cody’ now,” he repeated. “I’m so looking forward to being a young college jock and hooking up with all kinds of gorgeous girls again.” he sneered. He continued pulling off his boxers, and showed me his giant dangling member for the first time. Suddenly the sheer magnitude of what was happening struck me. My dad was standing naked in front of me, showing off his hairy muscled body, and in a few days it would all be mine, forever. “You know, as much as I’ve loved being in my body over the years, it’s just not the same anymore. Age and work have really taken its toll on me. Sorry, 'Dad’. This is going to be your body now.” Now completely nude, he turned around, showing me his ample butt and his thick hairy thighs, his wide feet, his slightly jutting muscle stomach.
“Cody,” I said, struggling to get the words out.
“Yes, Dad?” he asked, walking toward me.
“I-I’m not sure about this… I can’t live in that body…” I stuttered, looking up at my imposing dad and feeling my erection under the blanket twitching.
“You’ll get used to it,” he said, smiling. He patted me on the shoulder. “Anyway, Mom told me since you’re going to be her husband now, it’s time for you to get used to sleeping in her bed. This is my room now, until I eventually move out. You can wear my boxers if you like.”
I got out of bed, still shocked at what was happening. Though for some reason I didn’t feel weird about being naked. Dad looked at my chest, my strong arms, and my cock slightly wet with pre-cum. He looked like he couldn’t wait to be living in my body. I couldn’t blame him for being excited about the change. I was dreading it horribly.
I walked over and put his boxers on. “They’ll fit better after we change bodies, Dad,” he said as I was trying to move the uncomfortable dampness away from my crotch. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said, suddenly standing behind me. Before I knew it I felt his strong rugged hand push my face against his armpit. It was hairy, wet and absolutely reeked. “This is what you’ll smell like from now on. Better get used to it, Dad.” He laughed, while rubbing my face all over his musk. Thankfully I pushed him away and got out of the room before he saw the cum dripping down his boxers I now wore. I walked down the hall and crawled into my parent’s bed, the bed I would be sleeping in as “Dave” for the rest of my life. Saturday was approaching. I only had a few more days to live as my college self. As I crawled into bed with Mom, I gently touched my slick penis, knowing soon I would never be feeling it this small again. I gently touched the skin of my scrotum. Soon it would be my dad’s thick and hung ones instead. I fell asleep to my future smell oozing from the pillow, the sticky boxers I wore, and the sweat particles still deeply imprinted in my nose - My dad’s musk, “Dave's” musk, MY musk, for the rest of my life.
The next few days were weirder by the day. Mom and Da-er, Cody both said I had to start waking up early before everyone in the morning, ironing my dad’s shirts, preparing to go to work and all the other things Dad did daily. I hadn’t realized before just how… traditional our family really was, just below the surface. Dad had always been a white-collar worker, the moneymaker, the one who put food on our table. Now, I would be that white-collar worker and work my ass off every day…
Friday night, as Mom…er… Susan and I climbed into bed, before turning off the light she turned to me and said something that chilled me.
“There’s some other things you’ll be doing as my husband, but I just can’t bear to do them when you look like that. Which means when you get back tomorrow evening, I’ll be all ready for you.”
I quailed as she turned out the light, and didn’t sleep a wink that night.
The next morning, Dad… Cody was ready before I was. He had dressed in his best shirt, tight pants that accentuated his ass, and trimmed his beard. I could also tell he was going commando underneath, as the outline of his crotch was clearly visibly through the pants. He winked at me.
“It’s a shame to leave Mom, but I know she loves this outfit. She won’t be able to keep her hands off you, Dad.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He then walked me through getting dressed in the outfit he wanted to be wearing later - one with tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt, emphasizing my body. My body that I was about to lose.
“Finally, we’re here!” Cody said and beckoned us inside. We met Dr. Larry and soon we parted ways with Mom… Susan. “OK, just put these gowns on and the process will begin shortly” Dr. Larry said before departing. We both went to the changing room, stripped ourselves, and put our gowns on. Unfortunately the attire did very little to hide the sudden erection I was sporting after seeing a glimpse of my dad’s naked muscular body - soon to be my naked muscular body. However, it seemed as if he too was sporting a massive erection, protruding out against the lower section of his gown, as he stared and smiled at me. When we eventually returned, a bunch of doctors had gathered and made us lay on cold metal tables. Electrode-like things were attached to our heads as I closed my eyes.
“Hey, Dad!” I suddenly heard him yell and opened my eyes, instinctively looking towards the other side of the room. “Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it, and all of this,” he smirked and wrapped his hands around his protruding member as if taunting me. “… will be yours…”
I could only nod before everything went dark.
There were clouds everywhere, I could feel their softness between my toes. In front of me, my naked dad Dave was smiling. He had the biggest grin upon his face, when suddenly light began to emit brightly beneath him, coming up through the clouds. He reached behind his back quickly and pulled out a rope. He threw one end like a bolas at me and the next thing I knew I was completely tied up! He pulled the rope towards himself, dragging the now naked and tied up me along with it. He began to laugh joyously, as he pulled faster and faster. The light began to engulf everything and it was becoming harder and harder to see. I tried to shove my feet into the clouds to stop the pull but there was nothing to provide grip. Within a matter of seconds I slipped over onto my back, letting out a gasp as I began to be pulled even faster and closer towards my own naked dad. My dad yanked the rope one final time with all his strength and suddenly I flew towards him at full speed, hitting him in the chest before being slowly pulled inside. I felt my essence merge into his flesh as I was engulfed by his bigger, stronger body.
“Hope you enjoy your new body and life, Dad!” He laughed, his voice becoming more and more distant.
The bright light had stopped and everything was now dark. I could feel myself breathing heavily, my heart pounding fast. A consistent high pitched beeping sound from a nearby heart monitor reminded me I was in the hospital. I felt strange, slightly heavier. I opened my eyes and looked over to my left, and there was my body, grinning and bouncing off the table. He buttoned up his gown, looked down, and positively beamed. I looked down at myself. My view was blocked by two giant mounds of hairy flesh, and a massive protruding pole sticking straight up.
I was now my Dad. Forever. No escape, no reverse.
I sat up. Immediately I felt all of my new body settle around me. My huge muscles, my hard stomach, my thick thighs. I immediately started to panic.
“Oh no no no…” I tried to say, and felt the difference in my mouth, my teeth, my voice. It was all my dad’s.
I had a gown covering my body and I had to undo it to see the damage. A college jock was in the bed next to me—I knew that was my body, but it was so confusing to see him, it might as well have been a complete stranger. I needed to process my own body first. I buttoned the gown up and pulled them apart. There they were. Two massive hairy pecs. My dad’s pecs. My pecs. Huge, dense, bushy mounds of muscle capped with tiny nipples—my nipples, now. I gently touched my hand to the right nipple. My hand looked so big and rugged. My nipple felt incredibly sensitive and strange.
I took the massive pectoral in my hand and squeezed it, then flexed it to feel how hard it could get. This was part of my body now. The other one was too. I continued to feel anxious, terrified, and horny. What have I done? What did I agree to? I had to live in this body for the rest of my life? How would I ever get a boyfriend like this? What dreams and plans did I have now? What was the point of all this?
I bent forward and brushed the hair on my chest aside to look at the protruding, thick and twitching cock between my thighs. My hairy beefy thighs. Curly dark hair growing around the root, the foreskin barely holding the mushroom head from popping out, and a stench of semen and a familiar musk oozing out from its slit. I had never really held another man’s private part before, seeing as I was still closeted and being too afraid to get myself exposed. Now I realized I would have to touch and care for this unfamiliar member pulsating between my legs for the rest of my life.
I looked at the stranger on the opposite table, who had taken his gown off. The handsome college jock was playing around with his cock and his new balls. He looked so happy. I desperately wished for that happiness. I would never feel that again. He looked at me, my stomach, my cock, and down at his own genitals. He grinned uncontrollably. He was truly happy. As I shifted in the bed with my massive thighs and heavy weigh, as I contemplated my hard muscle stomach and my new fat member, I realized I would never be that young and virile ever again. I missed my body and youth so much, but it would be impossible for them to reverse this. This body was a hairy, musky prison I would die in. I sighed in defeat.
There were no words capable of describing the amount of dread I felt, and every mild inch my body moved was a constant reminder that it wasn’t mine. The only thing that felt natural were the tears in my eyes, at least until they slipped out and traversed and defined the much different shape of my cheeks. Nothing was the same. I couldn’t even cover my own face to hide my emotions, as my upbringing had taught me that men should be strong. As I ran my finger through my eyes I was so unaccustomed to the shape and distance of this body, from point A to point B – it’s arms, height, even the lengths of his fingers – everything, it was all wrong!
I think the worst part of it all, was my less than sympathetic companion, who had only just now put my own cock away to talk to me. “Come on now, it’s not that bad. You are a real man now!” I didn’t even have to remove the hands from my eyes to know he had spoken those words with a quirky smile on his face. Slowly moving my fingers from my eyes, I was greeted to my own face, with curled eyebrows, sure, but a smile more built on amusement than sympathy. It was as if his expression was saying… “I had to put up with that for almost 40 years, now it’s your problem. Get over it.” In-fact, you were 100% certain that’s what he was thinking, as he quipped… “It’s a pain, but at least you didn’t have to deal with it for more than a few minutes.”
“W–why are you so happy about this? Can’t you see I didn’t want this?” I asked him. It was so telling that even now, rather than dip into a somber forgiveness, he simply quirked his lips to the side and thought about how to answer. I knew my dad had been looking forward to this – it was obvious. Yet I somehow wanted to believe it was pressure from my mom, or being a dutiful father, but it was clear that from the moment it was announced, he was eager. I even remember the delight on his face when it was his name that was drawn after mine. He never even feigned sympathy, yet I tried to overlook it. He even unveiled his body to me the day of, as if to rub in and haunt me that that old body would be mine and not his. One could begin to wonder if he somehow messed with the name-drawing back then…
Now he stands before me, shrugging and once more smiling along with it. “I get to live life all over again as a handsome jock, what’s not to like about that?” Spoken as a matter-of-fact, as if there couldn’t even be another side of himself he could be portraying.
“What kind of father are you? Don’t you feel guilty at all for… for turning me into you!?” I exclaimed at him, but all I was returned was this blank stare.
“First off “Dad” we discussed this, my name is Cody. Second, why would I? It was random, it could have just as easily been your sister, or your mom or whomever.” Of course what he said were facts, but they were so cold and heartless.
“Don’t you feel guilty at all for… for taking my age, or my future, or… EVERYTHING!?”
“Listen, we HAD to do it for money, we needed it. Am I happy to switch with you? Yes, I am, I’m super excited about being young again, it feels AMAZING. Put yourself in my shoes… heh… should be easy now; imagine you had the ability to swap with your son Cody, me, you’d be delighted, wouldn’t you? That’s how I felt, and how I feel now. Listen, getting old sucks, everyday you start to feel like you could have some huge medical issue, and your body just doesn’t work right. I mean, just listen…” He stopped himself and pulled me up to my feet for the first time. As I rose onto my new huge feet, I felt one of my ankles crack, then twice in my back, which was sharp and painful, to the point I had to let out a sharp noise. Seeing me bent over, trying to get comfortable standing up straight, with one of my eyes shut from the sudden sharp pain, he simply smirked and said: “I rest my case.”
Standing there, I knew what he was trying to say, and I started to understand why he would be delighted to leave this body behind. Even if my dad was still attractive for his age, the body itself just did not feel as energized and strong as it looked like. “Try and tell me you feel rested. I bet your head feels like it’s being heavy with lead, as you’ve been over-working yourself for the past four years. I bet your feet are still hurting from yesterday, and you have this kink in your back that just NEVER goes away, like you have a crack to crack, but you can just never work it out. Am I right?” Everything he said was the exact annoying details I was picking up on, and it was just the surface layer.
“I stopped enjoying my life after being forced to pick up that boring office job nineteen years ago, and I started hating being old around thirty-three.” He said, leaving me only wondering how to respond. I got it, I understood where he was coming from, but I also couldn’t.
“I’m your own son, you should at least feel bad about turning me – or at least not continue to smirk like that!” My statement crumbled to simple annoyance at his continued amusement at my constant squirming in his damn body.
“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be rubbing it in, but when you’re truly happy, it’s hard to hide it. Besides, I feel like an advocate for all parents and fathers, when I say that… we’ve all been kind of wishing that the younger generation and especially our own children would have to deal with our problems just once.” He said with a satisfied smirk as he panned his gaze up and down the body he used to inhabit, taking extra interest in my livid face.
“You really do want this? You want me to be miserable!?”
“Listen, in a few days, I think you’ll understand it better. All those times you talked back to me, even calling me lazy and "just sitting in front of the TV watching crap,” I bet you wouldn’t have made those comments if you knew the body I had to lug around. This is a good experience for you. You’re part of the reason that body looks and feels the way it does, you know.“ He had a response for everything, but it always sided with himself.
"I’m not your only kid, why doesn’t Mariah and Lucas have to go through this!?”
“If I could let you all experience being me, I would. Except you just happened to be unlucky and it chose you and me. But I’m glad it did though. Having to go through high school as Mariah would have been too much, and I don’t want to be a young teenage boy like Lucas again. I’m really happy I get to be Cody now. I can’t begin to tell you how GOOD I feel in this body – no, I can, it’s exactly the opposite of how you feel right now, Dad. I’ve been feeling that way for at least seven years now, in terms of the aches and such, not to mention just how uncomfortable my back is becoming.” Of course he made sure to add the simple statement with more ways to beat it home just what I was now.
“Listen, if you don’t like that body, then surely you can understand why I don’t? Anyway, you will get used to it, you’re a strong person. If I can do it, so can you.” It was the most uplifting thing he had said to me up 'til now, which was more sad than anything else. “The most important thing is to continue to do what you have been doing these days before you got your real body, and just embrace it. I’m Cody, you’re Dave. You’re MY father, your brothers and sister are now your sons and daughter, that’s just the facts now. I know it was difficult calling me Cody before, but I think it will be easier now that I look the part. I also think calling yourself Dave will be easier for you now, too.” He ended his spiel by doing something which made my whole heart jump seemingly into my throat… he put a mirror up to my face. Seeing my dad’s body out below me was enough to convince me, but if I had any doubt, it was gone the moment I saw my dad’s brown eyes staring back at me. His eyes always made him look tired, like they were trying to lean right off of his face, it was slight, but that’s always how I saw it. His rigid nose with a ballooning tip, to the remarkably thin and almost small lips just a midge below it, to his jaw which was adorned with the perfectly groomed beard from this morning, as it seemed to blend perfectly down his neck in certain lighting - it was all my face now. Everything I tried to move, now reflected back to me in the mirror perfectly. In only moments I had seen more new faces I had never seen from my dad before, because… they were my old expressions… on my dad’s face. “T-take that away, I already know what you look l-” I stopped and turned around.
My voice. It was my dad’s voice. I had only just then begun to hear it, that deep, rich - sometimes raspy voice of my dad’s, I could hear it. Not only that, I felt it. I could feel my words vibrating through his throat and seeming to get stuck, coming packed with air, sometimes rumbling more than intended, and it all served to provide the voice I had grown so accustomed to ignoring or getting yelled at with, because it usually meant I was going to be ordered around. Now it was mine, EVERY time I spoke from now on, I would have that quality to my voice. I wasn’t sure why I thought that one quality wouldn’t change, like I would somehow still be able to speak as Cody, but that was gone too. I looked, felt, sounded and if he got his way, would perhaps end up living and acting like… my dad, Dave.
“I’m still attractive, you know… you don’t have to look at my former face like it’s some hideous wreck.” He sighed while grabbing me by my bearded cheeks. “You’re 42 and only have the slightest hint of wrinkles, just a few crow’s feet around your eyes, and not an ounce of baby face on your face. You should be happy, your complexion is great. Now come on and get dressed. We can’t stay in here forever, Dad.”
“Dad…” I murmured a few times as I took off the gown and put on the outfit my dad had come with. It was sad that I knew how to wear it, he taught me that beforehand, with the exact shirt and pants. I winched at the feeling of having to push my new hefty member into the pants. I felt so defeated as I stood up with his tall stature, struggling to finding my center of gravity, and already finding an instinct to scratch the beard itching against my chin. “You look great in that, Dad.” He said, smiling and nodding at the bulge clearly visible through the soft pants. I wanted to protest, but I would only be insulting myself if I did. What could I do? Shout “I don’t want to be you!” and run off? If I wanted to do that, I should have done it before. I was in his body now, it was over, I was my dad, forever… there was no second chance or redo. I was a 42-year old father, and as my… son Cody said - there was nothing I could do to ever change that.
I took one long deep breath and raised my hands out for me to see, which required quite the rotation of my elbows, as my new massive chest hid away so much of my lower body. Still, the sight of my dad’s hands rising to my whim, I tried to take it in for what it was. It was my body now, whether I wanted it or not, just as my former dad had said, it was a fact.
As we left the room, we were approached by Larry and his less than pretty female assistant. They each took to one of us, first together, then separate, asking us questions about the procedure; “How do you feel?”, “Any strange oddities?”, “Is the body properly responding to your commands?”, and many more questions. I made sure to tell him everything, because if nothing else, I didn’t want to end up dead due to some complication I overlooked, even if that alternative at the time felt like a decent one. Unfortunately, most of my complaints about my dad’s body were met with: “That’s normal for a man of your age-” His eyes would drift to my bulge, in-fact, they were there most of our conversation. Of course they were, it was my dad’s greatest asset, and one this dress pant he made sure I had to wear was quick to show off. It was no longer protruding out at least, the pants made sure of that, but now I was stuck feeling like I was being blueballed constantly . It was less of a relief, and more of a lateral move.
Beyond that, he made me take all sorts of physical tests: move my hand here, touch that, do this, and so on. After that, it was a series of personal questions about my old life as Cody. Then it was questions only my dad would know. Thankfully, I didn’t have any of his memories, and I remembered mine just fine… but in a way, I almost wished I couldn’t. Eventually his tests were over and he handed me some sort of document.
“Unfortunately, this technology is still very new, so any matters, or matters like or akin to, or rather of legality related to your new identity will have to be handled locally. That said, or spoken I guess, congratulations! You are officially the first human to ever switch bodies with another individual and with such a large age gap at that. Is it… how does it feel?” The man spoke so dry, that seeing him smile at the end was unnerving.
“How does it feel? I feel awful! Look at me, I’m a 42-year dad!”
“O-oh, I was… um… I was… yes. I was under the assumption this was all understood and desired by both parties…” Finally some emotion came out of him, but it seemed to be more fear. Fear that maybe I might sue him or something, maybe. Maybe I could, but what would do that for me? More money? Great, but it would only take money away from the person who might be able to fix this somehow.
“Compliant? Hardly! My parents basically drew my name from a hat and said here, it’s your fault the family is in debt, go fix it! It was one big guilt trip I had no part in.” Hearing my end of it he relaxed, probably just due to his own sake not being a potential factor anymore.
“So you don’t want to be your father?” He asked me, seeming surprised somehow.
“Would you!? Who would want to be their own dad? I was a 20-year old college jock!” I screamed at him.
“Well… to be fair, your father is a very… handsome man, so I thought maybe… perhaps you might…” He trailed off as he leered over my body.
“So what if my dad’s body a friggen perfect ten?! That still wouldn’t make me want to be him and lose half of my life! I’m practically on my deathbed!”
“Now, that’s harsh. He’s nowhere near that old.” He reassured me.
“Then you can take his body! Enjoy the age, the stress, the pain in back and everything else!” The more I yelled at him, the more I realized how far I was from embracing anything about this. It wasn’t like I could just accept it all at once. “Sorry… it’s not your fault. It’s my damn dad’s fault. He took my body with a smile on his face…” I let out a long sigh and threw my hands behind my neck, finding some comfort in how thick and hard it felt against my shaking hands.
“I have to ask though, can I really never go back? I-I don’t care if it’s not my old body, but I just don’t want to be this old and having to live my dad’s life…” I asked him. I wanted the ability to go back, or at least somewhere else rather than my dad’s old backbreaking life. Realizing if worse came to worst, I would have to run away from it all… at least that might give me some real closure with my new self…
Source: Original chapters of the “Mad Science” Interactive Storyline on CYOC
