Luckily, they decided to take Vin's SUV, so he would be driving to the theater. Lucky, only because Anthony would have felt awkward being a passenger as a 14 year old boy in his own car, while the actual 14 year old boy was the one driving as him.
When they arrived at the theater to get their tickets, Anthony went to grab his wallet, which was usually in his back pocket. But he was wearing gray sweatpants, which was unusual for him. There was bulge in his right pocket, so he reached in to grab it. It was an ugly blue, cheap, canvas wallet that velcroed shut! Only what a young teenager of his new standing would possess. He went fishing for the wallet, because it was automatic for him. He saw the occupant of his birth-body reach in the back of his jeans pocket to pull out his nice leather wallet, with his bank card, and his driver's licence.
"Oh yeah. He'd be the one paying it, not me," thought Anthony.
But out of curiosity, he opened his new wallet anyway, just to see what he had. Nothing. Just two bucks, and an 8th grade middle school ID with a picture of Charlie Bennet. Which is who he is now.
With dread, he looked down at himself again. At the clothes he was wearing, his narrow chest, and skinny arms, hands, and fingers. The thought that he was wearing someone else's clothing.....someone else's underwear, socks, and old worn out shoes....kinda made him a bit nausious. But nothing he could do about it now.
They ordered some extremely overpriced popcorn and sodas, and headed for the their assigned auditorium. But first, Anthony insisted on visiting the bathroom first. Who knows where this kid's hands were prior to switching places with him? For all he knew, he could have jacked himself off without washing his hands before coming over. Besides, it's usually a good idea to go to the bathroom before a movie starts anyway.
He walked in, and tried ignoring the mirror. He did catch a glimpse of himself, but tried pretending he didn't see it. He stepped up to a urinal, which was taller than he was used to....or rather, he's now shorter. Let down the front of his sweatpants, and saw he was wearing blue boxer-briefs that held his new, shrunken package nicely in a rounded bulge.
Feeling a little creeped out about being an adult.....at least, an adult mind, and looking at a young boy's private parts; having to grip it, then use it. He decided not to look at himself and just felt for his new long, skinny, pale little penis. It took a moment, but he was able to pee. Shaking the dribblings off, he pulled his underwear and pants back over top and with relief, hiding it.
Now, the next hard part. Confronting himself in a mirror to wash his hands. He walked over to the sinks, and steeled himself with the resolve of looking at himself. Looking up, he saw the youthful face of 14 year old Charlie Bennet stari g back through wide, blue eye. Best friend to his only son!
Long thin nose. Medium-length light brown straight hair. Oval-shaped skinny face with reddish pale cheeks. Anthony just stood there, looking at himself. His mouth open in a shocked expression. He reached up with Charlie's right hand, and felt his baby-smooth cheek.
He opened his mouth to get a look at his teeth. One tooth on the upper right side was crooked and sticking outward. His teeth were yellowish-looking.
With yet another sinking feeling, he realized he now has another person's mouth. A different person's germs. And this boy wasn't completely in the habbit of brushing his teeth on a regular basis! He could feel the plaque on them, which made him gag a little bit.
His own teeth; the teeth he was used to; were pearly whites, perfectly straight, and not a cavity to be found. He brushed twice a day, and took care of his perfect mouth. Now, he's being punished for someone else's lack of personal hygiene!
"Come on dude, what's taking so long?" Said a voice behind him. Gino!
"Oh! I'm. Sorry! I'll be right there! Just. Have to wash my hands real quick."
"Well, hurry up dude. The movie's an to start!"
So, he washed his hands, and hurried out towards the auditorium with his son, his brother, and his son's friend in control of his body.
They sat down and watched the movie for two hours. When it was over, Vin went to drop off Anthony at his new house. At Charlie's house. It was definitely a downgrade from his own home, and he didn't own it. As far as the world was concerned, he was just a middle school kid who didn't own anything, save his clothes, and a wallet with $2 in cash.
But that wasn't important right now. What was important, was retreating to the safety of Charlie's room for now, and figure out this little problem.