... staring back to my is my own father's face.
I stumble backwards, my head is spinning.
"Oh my god," I mumble to myself, "it really works!" I exclaim in a deep baritone. Then, I catch my dad's warped reflection on the machine again.
"Oh my god," I repeat, this time with apprehension in my new voice, "it really worked!" I grab my head and recoil, my dad's hair is a lot shorter than mine, and his hairline is a much further back.
I turn around gently shake George's shoulders.
"George, dude, wake up!"
"Ugh," George groggily opens his eyes, "Mr. Benson? What are you doing here?"
"No, George, it's me! Alvin!"
His eyes shoot wide open and he sits up.
"So you mean the machine-?"
"Yeah! It worked!"
"This is incredible!"
George stands up and goes over to the machine, examining with a new awe and respect. He stops and turns around.
"Wait, but if you're in your dad's body, then that means..."
We hear a groan and turn to face my body as he slumps forward in the chair.
"Ow, my head. What happened?" He holds his head in his hands. Watching my body move and speak completely on its own is unnerving. George and I stand frozen as my dad comes to. He leans back in the chair, his gaze landing on me.
He frowns.
He blinks.
"Dad, don't freak out..."
"What the hell is going on?!"
George and I rush over and try to calm him down.
We explain what little we know.
"So this machine switched our brains?"
"Sort of, but I'm sure it's a lot more complicated than that." George answers.
"Well undo it!" Dad yells with my shrill voice.
"Easily done! You just stay here, I'll sit here," I take a seat in the other chair, "and George will activate the machine!" I grin.
'Science is incredible,' I thought as I stared at my large hands resting on my dad's jeans.
"Ok," George called out, "I think I get it now, ready?"
"Ready!" my dad and I called back in unison.
George pushed buttons and pulled levers, and...