So, I climbed in my chair at my desk, which seemed much bigger to me, due to my shorter legs. I had to pull my laptop closer as I started typing as John stood behind me. Since he was so tall, he was easily able to look over my shoulder. I googled our family name and I found some entries on the Internet which talked about this strange curse where two members of the family would be forced to swap bodies.
“Curse? Is this part of a curse? Oh crap!” I uttered. “There’s nothing we can do about it!”
“Uhh, so what do we do now, Joey?” John said in his new, baritone voice.
I turned around and looked at him as I slid off the chair and stood before my towering, little brother. My goodness, he was TALL. I figured I was just over five feet tall while he was easily about six-foot-four or even six-foot-five inches, and ALL muscle.
“I… Uhh… Well, we learn to live our lives in our new bodies, John!” I sighed as I craned my neck to look up to him.
“Oh, wait, this feels awkward talking to you like this.” John said. “I hate it that you’re so tiny, now.”
Suddenly, John reaches down with his long, thick, muscular arms. I feel his big hands slide under my armpits. Next thing I know, my feet leave the ground as he gently lifts me up and holds me at his eye level. When I look down, my feet are dangling over a foot above the carpeted floor. Amazing!
“So, what do you need me to do with your body, Joey?” he asks me, with his sad, innocent eyes. "Wow, you're so light, bro! I can hold you up for hours!"
“First of all, you’re not gonna cause my muscles to waste away by playing video games all day long! I spent three years growing those muscles on what is now your body, so you’re gonna spend an hour lifting weights in the basement every single day, big man!” I said to him with a stern tone of voice.
“Oh, okay… Got it. So, that means, my muscles will be getting bigger?” he asks me.
“Yes, that’s the idea!” I replied.
“Oh! So… When my muscles grow bigger, will that mean that I’ll be getting even stronger?”
“Yes, John!”
“Ah!” John smiled back at you. “So… I guess I’m already stronger than you by now, right?”
I let out a deep sigh.
“I’m in your eight-year-old body, John. You’re ten years older than me. You’re bigger, you’re older, and you’re taller than me. Yes, you’re also stronger than me!” I replied.
Suddenly, John set me down before him. He looked down on me with a wide grin on his face.
“Can I see that I’m stronger than you?” he asked me politely. “I just wanna see!”
“Come place your elbow on my table over here!” I ordered him.
I walked over to my wooden table, which was sturdy and strong.
“Give me your hand and then try to push my arm down!”
We clasped our hands together. Of course, his arm was much longer than mine, so I had to put my elbow on top of a stack of books.
“One… Two… THREE!”
It was no contest. A big ball of muscle began to swell up on John’s arm. It was his bicep, which I had built up when it was my body. John easily pressed my arm down until my knuckles hit the surface of the table.
“Aww… That was just too easy!” John said, as he let go of my hand. “I guess I’m a lot stronger than you!”
“Alright, big bro! Now, let’s get you to the basement!” I told him.