“You want to use the magic socks on my shoes?” you reiterate. You still couldn’t comprehend your dad’s decision.
Why would he want to be you? Not that you want to insult your own body or anything. But you were just a regular 15 year old teenage boy in the midst of puberty. There didn’t really seem to be anything special calling out to you.
“Yeah! But not now.” your dad responds. “Your mom will be home any minute and it’s almost dinner time. It would be too risky.”
You nod your head or your dad’s head or your head… whatever. It was still technically your head.
“I want to use them tomorrow morning.” your dad says.
You’re about to nod again when you realize an error in his plan.
“Wait! I have school tomorrow… and don’t you have to go to work?” you tell your dad a bit confused, feeling your forehead wrinkling. Although it could be a wild guess, you bet you have the same confused expression on your face that your dad always makes.
“Don’t worry! I’ll use one of my sick days from work. I’ve been looking for a reason to use one of my absences anyway.” your dad tells you.
“And what about me?” you question him.
“That’s easy. You can just take the day off from school. I don’t think you have anything important going on this week in school anyway, right?” your dad says nonchalantly.
You nod your head in agreement. Yep, right now nothing was happening at your high school. You wouldn’t miss much from not going a single day.
“But won’t mom find it a little weird that we both stay home tomorrow?” you ask your dad.
“Oh, she was going to announce this at dinner, but I guess I can tell you now.” your dad says with a shrug. “She’s leaving for a business trip tomorrow morning. She’ll be gone for a week.”
“And what about Tim?”
“I’ll drop him off at school early tomorrow.”
You have to admit. Everything seemed to be working out conveniently. But there was one thing you were still wondering about.
“Why are we doing this tomorrow? Wouldn’t it be easier to do it on the weekend?” you question him.
“Maybe.” your dad says stroking him goatee. “But honestly, I’m not sure I can wait that long Son.”
“I feel the same way.” you say, looking at the magic socks on your feet. They seemed to scream so many possibilities for fun and it was hard to resist the temptation to use them instantly. You wonder how your dad felt knowing he wouldn’t be able to use them till tomorrow morning.
Your dad sits back on his bed before looking back up at you. “Ok transform back and you can meet me in my room tomorrow morning after I drop off Tim.”
“Sounds like a plan,” you answer. You take your feet out of dad’s shoes and walk over to your shoes, noting your dad watching you like a hawk. Guess he was interested in your transformation back to your normal self. Placing your large besocked feet into your shoes, you feel them crammed in the shoes too small for them. However, you don’t feel worried this time. You know they’re going to work.
More or less you transform back into your self the same way, minus the shirt being put on before you were done. After you turn completely back to your self, you finally put your shirt on. Your dad never took his eyes off you, completely engrossed in the transformation.
“Alright I’ll meet you here tomorrow morning!” you tell your dad in your own voice.
The rest of the day seems to pass by extremely slow. From when you have dinner, where your mom announces her business trip and you fake surprise, to laying in bed wide awake trying to fall asleep despite your excitement keeping you up.
Before long you awaken to the sound of your alarm that you sloppily turn off.
IT WAS TIME!
You leave your room and walk to your parents’ bedroom where your dad is already waiting for you.
“Your mom’s already left and Tim is at school. We have the whole house to ourselves.” he tells you with a grin.
You know your dad’s waited long enough so you decide to let him go first. You pass him the magic socks along with your tennis shoes and a pair of clothing you took from your closet and dressers.
Stepping outside your parents’ bedroom to give your dad privacy. He locks the door and you hear the rummaging of clothes before the shuffling of feet.
“Man! I don’t know if my feet will fit.” your dad says.
“Trust me! It’s good enough for the magic socks.” you tell him through the door.
A few minutes later you hear you dad talking. “No way! This is amazing!” he says in a voice exactly like yours.
You step back as you hear the door unlock and open to reveal another you. “Dad! Is that you?” you ask awestruck.
“The one and only.” he says with a wave gesturing at his whole body.
It was entirely different to be the original rather than the other. As you look your dad up and down, you remember something else that was on your mind.
“Hey, dad. What exactly were you planning to do after we finish transforming?” you ask him.
“Oh I was thinking we…”