"Dad, wait!"
He turns and glares.
"We... George and I snuck in here. We could get kicked out of camp if we get caught and you know how hard it was to get in!" It's strange hearing my dad's voice beg and whine like a teenager. I can see Dad hesitate, I've almost got him.
"Plus: you wouldn't get your deposit OR the camp fees back!"
Dad grimaces and shuts the door. George and I sigh in relief.
"So what are we supposed to do then? Just live the rest of our lives like this?"
"No!" the thought of it alone fills me with dread, "Of course not! George can fix it; he's a wiz with engineering stuff. Right, George?"
"Totally! I've got it sir, just give me a week, tops!"
Dad grumbles, "Fine. One week!" he holds out a finger, "One week before I go up to the head honcho of this place and tell him what you two knuckleheads got us into."
George and I nod enthusiastically.
"Alright son, you should get going."
"What?"
"You're a grown man now! You can't just spend a week lazing around here at camp, you want me to lose my job?"
"You want me to drive all the way home? By myself?"
"We don't have any other choice! Look, I'll stick with Georgie here for the time being, keep your dopey face out of trouble. Come back up in a week once that damn machine is fixed and we'll never talk about it again."
Dad was right, there really was no other choice.
We walked out of the experiment room, careful not to get caught. Dad and George rejoined the orientation group, while I headed to the parking lot.
I climbed into the driver's seat, set the GPS to take me home, and started the car.
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The drive back felt eternal. The camp itself was pretty far to begin with, but never having driven on the freeway, and all by myself, I thought I was gonna be on the road forever. By the time I pulled into our driveway the sun was almost completely gone.
My shoulders hurt from being all tensed up, and my pits and back were drenched in sweat. I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep immediately.
Loud snoring woke me up. I was home?
"Dad I just had the craziest-" I stopped. Why was my voice so deep? Looking down I saw a bulging beer belly and a sweat-stained, white button-up.
"Oh.... right."
I peeled myself off the couch. My back ached like it'd never had before. I stretched and heard something pop. The acrid smell of stale sweat assaulted my nostrils.
"Oh gross! I smell like a sweaty old man!"
Thing was, I WAS a smelly old man.
I dragged my feet all the way to my bathroom.
I stared at the man in the mirror. I guess face-wise Dad and I did look pretty similar. We had the same chestnut hair, except of course his was peppered by gray hairs. I pulled at his crows' feet and his smile lines.
I sighed with resignation, and turned on the shower. While the water warmed up I began to strip out of my dad's suit. I kicked off his brown loafers, undid his belt, loosened his tie. Then came the slacks, and the shirt.
There I was, a sixteen-year-old nerd, stuck in the body of middle-aged used car salesman, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs and black socks. I poked my belly, it was soft and jiggled every time I moved.
"At least I finally have some muscle," I murmured to myself, and flexed my new burly arms. Dad had been an athlete back in school, and still did daily pushups and some weightlifting today, but his total lack of cardio, along with a pretty fierce appetite, had put him in the shape he was now: round.
I pulled off my socks and wiggled my toes. Huh, there were little tufts of hair on them. Of course there were, there was hair all over me! On my legs, on my stomach, on my chest, my knuckles, even my shoulders! All covered in a furry pelt of brown and silver hair.
Finally, off came the briefs. And lo and behold! More hair. I liked to keep my own pubic situation nice and trimmed, but clearly Dad didn't feel the same. A wild mess of curly chestnut hair grew all around my new manhood. It didn't look any longer than my old set up, but there was definitely more girth to it. And my balls! They hung low and actually felt kinda heavy.
I scratched my new groin, I wonder if Dad would get upset if I did some landscaping? Because this is ridiculous.
I stepped into the shower, the warm water relaxed my tired muscles. All the stress of today's insanity seemed to almost melt away. Almost.
Showering felt different with all this body hair, but eventually I was finally clean. I stepped out and wrapped a towel around waist, grimacing at how my belly hung over it. I headed to my room and stopped when I got to my door. None of my clothes would probably fit me now. Dad was only a couple inches taller than me, but his extra weight meant he usually wore a size or two bigger than I did.
I walked further down the hall, and into his room. I dug around his closet, looking for something comfortable. I walked back out to the living room wearing a tee shirt and some gym shorts.
I headed into the kitchen and opened the freezer, I was starving.
Nothing seemed satisfying...