You decided you wanted to speak with Larry about the experiment. You found the number your dad had left out for you.
You spoke with the doctor about the machine that was being built. Three years felt like forever - but Dr. Larry told you 3 years would go by in an instant. But Dr. Larry told you something you did not want to hear. They wouldn't just swap you with any family member just like that. Both sides would have to agree. Your heart sank. No way your cousin would want to swap bodies with you, or your father. Well, whatever, you knew what you meant. Essentially, you were going to be in your father's body the rest of your life. The anger swelled up again. Your name got picked and now you were a 40 year old man. Your father was a 16 year old boy. You couldn't help but think your father was happy about this. You bet he was gloating to himself about all of this.
But you couldn't let the anger get to you just yet. You wanted to ask Dr. Larry about something else. "What exactly did the procedure do? I... I had a dream about my teacher. I hadn't found her attractive before - but if I think about her now, I can't help think she's hot." You asked with a nervous tone. "Well, the science behind it is very hard to explain to a layman. If I told you exactly how we did it, you wouldn't understand it. You might even argue you haven't had your bodies swapped, but it boils down to that your brain was transferred into the body of your father. But we did it all through manipulating the target brain itself. No need for any transplants or invasive surgery. But to that effect, the body you're in still has it's own hormones and what not. Your brain is simply affected by those. So, you will probably build up a resistance, but some... leftovers might be to be expected." Dr. Larry calmly explained to you.
With that, you said goodbye to each other. The anger started to come back now. But not just anger. You felt sad. You were going to be stuck as your fat, hairy father. No way someone in the family was going to swap with you. You ran into the master bedroom and thew yourself on the bed. You started to cry. Worst of all - who could you talk to? Your friends was no longer your friends. To them you were nothing more than their friend's father. That made you even more sad. You were now friendless and old. Fat. Hairy. Soon you'd start working your father's job. Maybe you could be friends with some of the colleagues there. Luckily you had a week off, for medical reasons. But that week would have to be spent learning names and faces. You quietly sobbed some more.