You look at the magic socks on your feet before glancing back at your dad’s shoes. Despite wanting to try them on again, you feel as another opportunity awaits in this situation. What if you did something interesting? Something that could be more fun than you trying the socks alone.
What if you showed your dad?
You think that the magic socks would be more fun and easier to use if you had someone else in on it. Eliminating Tim, who you find a little too annoying, you realize your dad is your best bet. But if you were going to do this, you were going to have to do it right. You didn’t want to freak out your Dad by just showing up as him.
Leaving your room, you head to the living room to see Tim still watching television. “Hey, Tim!” you yell to your brother. “Where’s Dad?”
“I don’t know.” Tim says a bit distracted, not taking a single glance from the television. It seemed he had gotten to a really good part on his show. “I think he’s in his room.”
Perfect! You couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity.
You walk calmly back to your room despite your eagerness to run and grab your dad’s shoes. Then you walk to your parents’ bedroom, where you find your dad sitting on his bed, tying his shoes.
“Oh! Hey, Son. I thought you would be in bed by now.” Your dad looks at you in surprise before changing his focus. “Wait! Why do you have my loafers?”
Still holding the loafers, you place them on the ground before talking.
“I, uh… guess you might already know that I wasn’t sick.”
Your dad looks at you with an unsurprised expression.
“But I did want to explain what I was doing earlier. I just need to show you something.”
“As long as it’s a good explanation as to why you were acting so odd and had my loafers, I’m all for it.” Your dad nods.
“Ok I just need a bit of privacy first.” You close your parents’ bedroom door and lock it. “Now I’m ready.”
Your dad begins to look at you confused as you take off your shoes, with ease from how wide you made the openings earlier, before taking off your shirt and draping it on his bed. The confused expression remains on your dad’s face. Even more so, as he pushes his bushy black eyebrows further, wrinkling his high forehead.
“Now dad I want to tell you something before I show you what I’m about to do.” You point at the socks on your feet. “I bought these magic socks today that let me turn into anyone whose shoes I put on.”
You glance at your dad’s face which now seems to be expressing a mix of concern and amusement.
“Ok. Let me show you.” You place your feet donning the magic socks into your dad’s loafers and feel how loose they feel. You know that they’ll soon fit perfectly in a few minutes.
You feel a little embarrassed standing shirtless in your dad’s room wearing his loafers, especially with how your dad keeps looking at you, but after about a minute goes by you know the transformation is already beginning.
Similar to before, your transformation occurs exactly the same way. The only differences were that you had already prepared to take your shirt off before transforming, your pants were already broken, and that you weren’t looking at your reflection while transforming. Although your dad’s seems to give a good indication of what was happening as he backs away more and more on his bed with a scared expression while you transform.
The transformation feels more comfortable without the constraint of your shirt and pants although you hate that you can’t really see the transformation besides from your perspective. You feel the transformation coming to an end as you feel the familiar thin layer of softness spreads long your body and your jawline softens.
You had turned into your dad again!
“Now do you believe me?” you tell your dad in his voice.
Your dad looks at you incredibly shocked before stepping off his bed and walking towards you. His face loses the scared expression from before as he walks around you and looks at you all over.
“This… this… this is incredible!” your dad finally shouts. His face now reads full of interest and delight. “Son! You look exactly like me!”
“I know! So what do you think?” you ask, wondering what your dad is probably thinking.
“I think I want to try the socks on too!” your dad shouts as he glances at the socks hidden in your dad’s loafers.
“Really!” you yell in surprise. Now that was not what you were expecting to hear.
“Yes I really do! And I want to use them with your shoes.”
Now you really were surprised. Your dad wanted to leave his large masculine body to be in your weedy teenage one. You did not believe it.