Simon and his dad, Brett, had calmed down. Simon had put on some of his dad's clothes, although they were a little bit tight. Brett had done likewise and was now donned in child's gear.
"I just don't understand how something like this could happen," said Brett, who looked for all intents and purposes like he did when he was twelve, with brown hair and sparkly eyes.
"Well, neither do I," rumbled Simon in his newfound deep, deep voice that oozed the kind of macho aura that he'd dreamed about for years.
"But dad, way I see it, we got a choice to make. We can either panic, or we can be logical and not go insane. I'll have to pretend that...I know it sounds hard, but...I'll have to pretend that I'm your father. You can enroll in school under a different name, and we'll make up some legal mumbo jumbo about my background. Meanwhile, I'll have to get a job. It's scary, but I'm willing to do it. I'm stuck as an adult now, and we've got to survive somehow."
Brett look struck, but he took all of it in well.
"All right. I think I need to just take a shower or something. Oh God, or do I? I probably don't even have any pubes left."
Simon chuckled, then kept himself in check. "Well, you can leave that to me for now, huh?"
"You know, you do look good at this age," said Brett. "That's one thing I have to admit. And you're as tall as a tree! At the very least you could easily get a job in construction. Man, this is all so hard. And so weird. I think I must be having a flashback."
"To what, dad? Has this happened to you before?"
"Uh...no. I meant...something else. I'll tell you about it when you're older. I mean...er, you know what I mean. For now, we just need to keep our heads."
Brett headed off to the bathroom. Simon looked over the shelves in the study. There were some pipes he was dying to dry, and he had the body now. His dad probably wouldn't mind...
He took a pipe and stuffed it full of his father's tobacco. He was feeling his fine stubble and getting very turned on by the pipe handle, and the match as he lit it. He had never done anything like this before...he hadn't dared!
He drew his first breath of fine tobacco smoke. He felt so sophisticated. Like one of the college students he saw hanging out downtown. And God he looked sexy in the mirror smoking it. But suddenly his diminuitive dad was in the doorway looking at him with shock.
"Oh...hi dad." said the grown man to the little boy, an odd sight indeed. "I just always wanted to try this, and thought...hey, I'm old enough."
"Yes, well..." said Brett getting kind of annoyed. "Don't get TOO attached to it, Simon. You are younger than I am, and I still have a say in this house and I think you're too young to smoke. Now put that thing out this instant."
"I don't have to do what you say! If anything, you have to do what *I* say! I'll be the breadwinner, DAD. And since you're wondering, yeah, I like smoking. I think it's awesome, and I'm going to keep doing. And I like being an adult. And I like YOU being little. I'm sick of you always putting me down and never spending time with me. You suck as a dad. Well, now I'm gonna be saying what IS alright and what is NOT alright, and I say that you stop giving me orders, young mister, or I'll take you over my knee right now! Now you march back in that room and scrub the dirt off your ass! I'll be in here. I'll expect you to think about what you've done." he said, finishing off that last sentence in a secretive smile, mimicking his father for all the times he'd heard that sentence. He chomped his pipe stem and swaggered over to the kitchen, where he kept puffing. Damn, this felt good.
His father, now put in his place, and feeling his helplessness, began to huff and ran back into the bathroom, where he sobbed momentarily, unable to get a hold of himself. Then the sound of the shower going on was heard.
Being the new dad in the family was going to take him some getting used to. And his dad would have to get used to being bossed around. But Simon was sure both of them could handle it...