Jeff started laughing hysterically. Both Jeff and Dean HATED his mother... She was overbearing, controlling, bitchy, would hold onto things Jeff did when he was six, and expected things without actually making the attempt to communicate things then would then play the victim... If her personality wasn't enough of a turnoff she had done little to take care of herself and though she was still thin, had a wine belly and the wrinkles of someone who spent every weekend tanning without sunscreen...
Jeff looked at Dean barely composing himself, "You're gonna fuck my mother!"
Dean recoiled, "I'd never." His voice cracked. "Dude! Seriously, what's happening to me."
"No Man. You're becoming her boyfriend! For a whole week! You're gonna fuck her!" Jeff replied, barely holding back giggles.
"Oh shit man, cancel it! Stop it now! I don't want to be her 20 something fuck toy!" Dean said as a goatee sprouted on his face and his clothes shifted to match his growing frame.
"Don't worry, you're not going to be her fuck toy, you're gonna be older than her! 40 to be exact." Jeff said as a new bout of giggles crept upon him.
"Ahhooowww." Dean clutched his head in sudden pain. "Well, at least I'm in a real relationship and I know what love is!"
Jeff stared in delighted disbelief as his friend's mentality changed. "Can I call you Daddy?"
Dean was broaching his thirties and his body expanded settling into his dad-bod. "Jeff? Your mom and I haven't discussed that yet..." Dean felt like something was majorly off but couldn't place it. Gray hairs exploded as he reached his mid to late 30s...
"That's okay Dean." Jeff walked up to Dean who looked very much like his father, "I'm just happy that you guys are happy." offering a too happy grin.
"Thanks Jeff, I'm glad we had this talk..." Dean offered before reporting back to his girlfriend on how it went.