After putting some clothes on, you all agreed to stay in your respective rooms for some “alone time in your new bodies.” As Dad put it. You had the nagging feeling that Tim was going to do stupid stuff in yours. Eventually mom got home.
“Hi dear.” She gave you a kiss that you had to fight the urge not to whip off like usual. “House seems a bit quiet, where are the boys?”
“Oh they just uhh, got into another argument today and are sulking in their rooms.” You lie.
“So you’re saying we’re pretty much, alone?” Your mom pats your crotch.
“Oh sorry honey but don’t you have that report to do for work?? Don’t let me be a distraction haha!” You nervously laugh.
“Shoot you’re right, but don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you some other time.” She gives you a quick peck on the cheek and pulls out her laptop to begin working some more.
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You woke up to the sun streaming down onto your face. Rubbing your eyes, you rolled over to see that you were sleeping in your parent’s bed.
You remembered that you had turned into your Dad yesterday, and so you were sleeping in his bed. You got up, walked over to his dresser and grabbed a t-shirt to put on, pausing for a moment to admire yourself in the mirror. Your Dad might have had a gut but you had to admit he looked good for his age. The results of weight lifting had paid off to give him defined arm muscles which you couldn’t help but flex, grinning to yourself.
You were still going through puberty and hadn’t yet grown much body or facial hair and were delighted to rub your hands over your stubble and down your hairy chest and abdomen.
Throwing on your t-shirt, you went downstairs to breakfast. Your Mom, now wife, had just made pancakes and all of “your” kids were sitting at the table in their pajamas.
“Morning everyone” you said.
“Morning honey” your Mom said smiling at you.
“Morning Dad” your kids, including your father in Tim’s body chorused.
You looked over at Tim and your Dad, they seemed to be anxious at trying to fit into their new roles. You wondered what you were going to do with your day.
“So I’m going to try to finish up my report today in my office at work so it’ll be you and the boy’s home all day. Maybe you could all do something together?” your mom said hopefully.
It was true that you, your Dad and Tim never really spent a lot of time together. Your Dad worked a lot and you and Tim had never really gotten along. Maybe this experience could change that.
“Yeah, I’ve got a few ideas of what we can get up to” you said, winking at your ”sons”. They smirked back at you. Your wife gave you a kiss on the cheek and left to prepare for work, leaving you with Tim and your Dad.
“So, how are you doing?’ you asked them.
“It was weird as hell waking up in Tim’s bed but exciting. I think we should spend the day as each other and see what happens.
“Morning weirdness aside-“ he continued “-we have to make sure that we act like each other and do what our new bodies would do.” He turned to speak to Tim.
“So Tim, I want you to clean the kitchen and then take a shower and get dressed. ‘Dad,’ I want you to take a shower and get dressed as well, I thought we could go to the park or something” he said.
You were still getting used to your “little brother’ sounding kinda mature. You had to remind yourself that it was really your Dad in there.
“Alright then, but we have to call each other by our new names. You never know who could be listening, ok boys?” you said, trying to sound adult like your Dad. They grinned at you, probably happy that you were finally enjoying Dad’s plan.
“Ok then, ‘Dad.” they said. You left them to start the dishes and went up to your parent’s room to get ready.
Having quickly showered and dressed yourself in your Dad’s jeans, green t-shirt, black boxers and brown shoes, you called for your “sons” to hurry up so you could spend some time together.
They walked into the room, apprehensive, your brother wearing jeans and a red t-shirt and black sneakers and your Dad wearing a Batman t-shirt and green shorts and sneakers and holding a soccer ball.
“Get in the car, I’m driving” you said, smirking and picking up your Dad’s car keys. He never let you drive his car.
“That’s more like it Mr.confident.” your Dad said, clapping his small hands.
Having all gotten in the car, you spied your Dad’s sunglasses which he never let you wear, you grinned and put them on and quickly admired yourself in the rear view mirror. You looked good.
You drove to the local park. You could tell that your Dad was trying to hide the fact that he was slightly stressed by the idea of you driving his car, but he seemed to relax again once you parked it cleanly.
You must have been picking up on your Dad’s skills because you weren’t that good a driver yet. Taking off the sunglasses and getting out of the car, you looked around the park. There was a decent sized grassy area, with some trees for shade, a playground, a sun shelter and two bathrooms.
The three of you made your way to a shaded area of the park, underneath some trees and sat down, in awkward silence. Your Dad hadn’t planned this far ahead. Technically being the adult, you decided to start the conversation.
“So, how did you go getting ready?” Tim shrugged his shoulders.
“It was fun.” your Dad said. Silence returned. Regardless of how strange the situation was, being in each other’s bodies, the three of you rarely spent much time together and it showed.
Taking initiative, you stood up and grabbed the soccer ball.
“Ok look, let’s just play some kick to kick for a while and see what happens. Da- I mean, Tim, go by the shade.” you said pointing towards some trees.
Grinning, your Dad stood up and ran over to where you pointed.
Tim in your old body stood up and wandered over towards the left of your Dad. Tim had never really been too good at sports and wasn’t particularly coordinated.
You aimed a good kick to him and he intercepted the ball easily. He looked surprised. Perhaps your body’s skills were rubbing off on him. He tested himself by kicking the ball to himself a couple times and then passed it to your Dad who nearly fumbled it.
Clearly Tim’s body’s lack of skill was affecting your Dad’s performance. Determined, he kicked it towards you but missed.
You and Tim laughed. Your Dad looked annoyed at first but of course saw the funny side of it and laughed with you and gave it another go, successfully this time.
Kicking the ball to each other was fun, the most fun the three of you had had in a while. Tim clearly loved his new skills and took to showing off a little whenever he got the ball. Despite your Dad not being as good with the ball, he seemed glad that you were enjoying yourselves.