“I want to go home. Dad told us not to wait up for him and the house isn’t far from here. I kinda want to use Dad’s, I mean MY gym stuff and work out” Tim said grinning.
“But you can’t drive!”
Your “Dad” smirked at you, and pulled the car keys out of one back pocket of his jeans, and the socks out of the other.
“Well seeing as I’m the adult here from now on, I’ll be driving and there’s nothing you can do about it”. God, even as an adult, he’s so childish. You sighed.
“Alright, but just be careful, you haven’t been an adult long”
“We’ll be fine, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you ‘son’” he said, putting the socks in his back pocket and walking out of the toilet block.
You cringed. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
You followed him out and stood next to him outside, both of you watching your Dad in your body, chatting up the pretty blonde girl who only had eyes for him. She giggled at something he said and stroked his arm. He looked over her shoulder to us, winked, and then continued chatting.
You took a deep breath, at least something positive was coming out of this.
Your “father” looked down at you, grinning. “Come on Tim, time to go.” Gritting your teeth, you followed him to the car. Sitting in the driver’s seat, he put on Dad’s sunglasses and checked himself out in the rearview mirror. “It’s so weird wearing Dad’s sunglasses!”
“I know, probably one of the best thing about being him was wearing them in front of him, and he couldn’t tell me off” you smiled.
Brad laughed then started the car and drove back home. Not the best driver in the world, and there was a near miss at a traffic light, but overall, you had to admit he didn’t do too badly. You got out of the car and walked into the house behind your Dad.
“Alright, I’m going to do a big workout. You can watch if you’re quiet” Tim said, mimicking what your Dad would always say to him.
“Maybe later. I think I’ll just hang out, get something to eat.” You answered.
Your ‘Dad’ shrugged his shoulders.
“Suit yourself” he said, walking off to ‘his’ room.
You walked into the kitchen and looked in the pantry. Your eyes fell on some bananas. You hated bananas but for some reason, you were fixated on the bananas. You remembered that Tim LOVED bananas, always eating them when he was reading his comics.
You decided to try one, slowly peeling. Taking a single sniff, you took a small bite into its white flesh. You were surprised by how good it tasted! Swallowing, you looked down at it. Having Tim’s taste buds must make you like his food. You sat down at the kitchen table and continued to hungrily eat the banana.
You were almost done when Tim walked into the room, bare chested, wearing just exercise shorts and runners, just like Dad did.
“I’ll be in the basement if you need anything, ok Tim?” he grinned. You just responded with a sigh and nodded your head.
He laughed then turned and walked down into the basement where your Dad kept a mini-home gym with some weights. You wondered what you could do next.