“Awesome! I’m gonna get bigger and stronger! You’ll see!” John cheered, shouting from his bigger, taller frame. “I promise!”
“Good. First, we need to talk to mom and dad about the swap and our school situation.” I sighed.
The conversation went easier than I had thought. Dad had known about the family “curse” although he didn’t expect it to happen to us this soon. I explained that I was now living in John’s eight-year-old body and that my little brother was now living inside of my college-bound eighteen-year-old teenage self. Obviously, a college guy with the education of a third-grader would never work.
So, dad came up with the perfect solution for both of us. I would take my college classes online, where nobody would see that I’m an 18-year-old in a body of a kid. On the other hand, John would finish school virtually as well, so he wouldn’t walk around his elementary school looking like a hulking college guy. Problem solved.
We each had a laptop in our bedrooms so we signed up and registered for online classes and we were all set. I would miss hanging out with my college buddies, but I figured they wouldn’t want to be seen with a college dude who looked like an 8-year-old kid anyway.
John finally strolled into my room as I was finishing up my college stuff on the laptop.
“Joey! Are you done with your school stuff?” he asked using his deep, baritone voice. I turned around and looked up to him. I still couldn’t believe how big and how tall he had gotten compared to me. “I wanna work out in the basement.”
“Yeah, I’m done, big bro!” I said in my high, squeaky voice. I sounded like a little kid when I spoke. As I craned my neck to look up at him, I could tell how much he loved it when I called him my “big bro”.
“Great! Let’s go do this!” John cheered, as he reached down with those long, thick, muscular arms of his and grabbed me by my waist. I really couldn’t stop him since he was so big, so strong and so tall. His arms were also longer than mine so I was totally helpless when he wanted to grab me and pick me up like a little rag doll.
“HEY!” I protested as he swung me over his big, broad shoulder. “I can walk on my own! You don’t have to carry me everywhere!”
“I like to carry you!” he answered as he used his big, long, powerful legs to carry me down the steps to the basement where the home gym was located. Once there, he set me down on the bench as he grabbed the 20-pound dumbbells and started curling.
“Oh, I can lift these. In fact, these guys are too light!” he smiled, as he went for the 30-pound dumbbells instead.
As he began to do his arm curls, I noticed his big, bulging biceps. His muscles were growing. He did thirteen reps before he set the dumbbells down. He struggled with the last rep.
After a minute he did another set, cranking out ten reps. His biceps were huge!
“Good, now use the cable machine and work the triceps!” I coached him. “Put the pin at the 90-pound plate!”
His did three sets of those until he reached failure. You could see the brick forming on his triceps whenever he extended his arms downward.
Finally, he walked over to me and squatted down before me, so his arms were at my level before he flexed.
“Feel my muscle, little bro!” he ordered.
I ran my little hand over his massive muscle. It felt as hard as a rock!
“Are you proud of me, huh?” John grinned. “I’m gonna get bigger and stronger! You’ll see!”
When he was done, he picked me up by my waist and he carried me upstairs for dinner. He also ate twice as much as I did.
It was time for me to get used to John being the big bro in the house!