I closed my eyes in anticipation. I hear George fiddling with the controls and then... nothing?
I open one eye and look down. My heart drops. This is still Dad's suit, these are still his hands, I'm still in his body!
"George? What's wrong? Why am I... why am I still my dad?"
George looks at the floor and then, slowly, he looks at me. His face is pale.
"The machine's fried."
"What?!" Dad yells.
"It's not turning on! I tried everything but the circuits seem to have gotten busted!" the words rush out George's mouth in an anxious stream, "Maybe replacing the wiring could fix it but thats just if the control panel isn't ruined too!"
"So we're... stuck?"
"Let me see!" Dad shoves George out of the way and starts fiddling with the controls. His frustration builds and he starts banging on the machine.
"No! Stop! You could make it worse!" I cry out and run to grab him. He's a lot scrawnier, and I'm a lot stronger now. I'm able to restrain him easily, much to the surprise of both of us.
"Alvin, let me go!"
I do, he looks absolutely furious, but he doesn't say anything.
I go over to inspect the machine myself when I hear the door swing open.
"Dad, wait! Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get someone to help, I can't be stuck in my son's body! I have a job! Responsibilities!"
George shoots a look at me. We weren't supposed to be in here in the first place. If Dad tells the camp staff about this, George and I could get kicked out! But at the same time, I'm not exactly thrilled at the thought of being trapped in a 52 year old's body indefinitely...