This morning you pulled the socks from the hiding spot to give to dad... You looked around the house for him. In the garage, and found him outside... the socks were in your hand...
You swore, mom surprised you. Then you went shopping... Where are the socks?
No, no, no... You're missing something... Deep breath, try again... Mom surprised you, they're in your hand... you were rambling... then you ran to your room for one of the bags!
You tossed the socks on your bed as you grabbed the bag of clothes, where are they?
You tossed your unmade bed not finding the socks anywhere. Dad sat there unmoving. You looked beside and under the bed on the side you were on. Nothing. You laid on the bed, looking over the far side, you immediately saw your dad was wearing the magic socks over his other socks...
Initially enraged you immediately calm yourself deciding to play it cool... "Umm, Dad? You realize people don't usually layer socks right?" You forced yourself to chuckle unsure what would come next.
"Sure they do, they just make them thicker and call them slippers..." He said not turning from the game console... "These are like... thin slippers... million-dollar idea right there..."
"Selling socks and calling them slippers?" you ask incredulously.
"Yeah! 800% markup!" Dad muttered
"Ugh, I'm done with you." you snickered. The eye roll was audible in your voice...
You didn't know what effect just wearing the socks, let alone over other socks could have and that was a little nerve-wracking... but then it clicked. He's wearing the socks... Oh, his loafers! Shoes which he wouldn't have used to do yard work!
You went to his bedroom closet and grabbed the loafers you first used to become him; quickly returning to your room and setting them on the floor at his feet. "Here dad, if your feet are cold these should help."
"Oh gee son, thanks. That's really..." he became engrossed again in the battle on screen.
'Geez am I that bad?' you thought to yourself realizing that he picked up some mixture of your traits...
The game made your father cringe and raise his feet, thinking fast you pushed the loafers under him and when his feet came down he was stepping on them...
As you hoped, he diverted a tiny bit of brainpower to manipulate the shoes and began wiggling his toes in. You grabbed the back of the shoes helping him get his heels in... as his heels went in your fingers became stuck and you immediately felt a warm tingling throughout your body. Immediately panicking you pulled your fingers out not wanting to become any more like your father today.
You went around and got into your bed watching your father from behind. "Wow, those do warm me up!" Dad commented.
His head slowly raised, possibly gaining an entire inch in height; his frame thickened obviously, especially his arms, his hair lightened as gray returned. You stared dumbfounded, beating yourself up that you thought nobody would notice his changes.
This did tell you one thing though... He was still an adult and had lost height. His age change wouldn't account for that. The socks just start making you more like whoever's shoes you're wearing, mentally and physically. If you were six when this happened it's just as possible that you'd still have a beard now if that was the trait the socks dumped on you. Now at least, dad should be completely himself mentally and physically...
As if on queue dad shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I'd better get back to my own things." Dad stared at the controller as if it was some alien technology... "Umm. Could you uhh..."
"Yeah, I got it." You said reaching over his back and taking the controller. "Mind giving my socks back, again? That's the same pair you tried to steal from me this morning by the way..."
"Uh..." it was dad's turn to feel out of place... all the liberties he took in your room were now dawning on him as violations of your privacy and it was delightful to watch him squirm. "Yeah, I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking what I was doing."
You bellowed a good-natured laugh, "As a teen, I can totally relate to doing without thinking..." you pat your dad on the back as he grunted over his newly restored beer belly to get to his shoes and return your magic socks.
Dad laughed in surprise that you'd joke at your own expense. Rather than attacking, he said, "Yeah, I suppose we've all been there."
Collapsing on the bed, you lay on your stomach and take a few moments to yourself to check up on your friends... Dad pulls the socks off and puts his loafers back on. As he leaves he awkwardly says "Thanks" and you say "Yeah, sure thing." trying to not laugh at his face...