Luke chuckled as he considered their costume choices. "I think I'll go as Superman this year. And guess what, Andy? I don't even need any extra padding for the muscles," he said with a confident grin, flexing his bicep, his towel-clad, muscular physique on full display.
Andy, however, furrowed his brow. "I don't want to be Batman, Dad. You should be Batman," he protested, eyeing the foam muscles included in the Batman costume Luke had bought for him.
Luke chuckled, "But Andy, this costume is too small for me. Look at my muscles." He flexed again, his impressive biceps bulging, his body glistening from the shower.
Without thinking, Andy blurted out, "I wish you could fit into the Batman costume." As soon as the words left his mouth, a strange sensation washed over Luke. His muscles seemed to ripple, and he watched in shock as his once-mighty physique rapidly diminished. His shoulders lost their breadth, and his biceps shrank. His towel, once taut, now hung loose.
"Dad, you're getting smaller!" Andy exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Luke could feel the changes happening all over his body. His chest, which had been chiseled, flattened. His abs softened, and his legs became leaner. The towel that had clung to his frame now slipped off entirely, leaving him standing there, a 12-year-old version of himself.
Luke gazed at his hands, his voice cracking as he said, "What just happened? I... I look like a kid!" He touched his smooth face, no longer lined with the maturity of a 40-year-old.
Andy burst into laughter, finding the situation utterly amusing. Luke's heart raced, and panic set in as he realized he was a child once again. His thoughts raced, and he felt utterly helpless, struggling to come to terms with the reality of the situation.
Staring at his now-young father in disbelief, Andy's mind raced as he contemplated the incredible power of the coin. He took a deep breath and looked at the shimmering coin in his hand, his voice trembling with a mixture of curiosity and determination. "I wish I was big and strong enough to fill out the Superman costume."
The room seemed to shimmer and ripple, and Andy felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, as if energy surged through him. He gasped, and in an instant, he began to grow. The boyish contours of his form shifted as muscles bulged and his frame expanded. Andy's clothes strained and then tore, unable to contain the raw power coursing through his body. He felt taller and taller, his voice deepening and resonating with newfound strength.
As his transformation continued, Andy's muscles grew in size and definition. His chest broadened, shoulders widened, and biceps swelled with power. The room seemed to diminish around him as his stature grew, his legs thickening and becoming pillars of strength. His once boyish face became chiseled, jawline sharp, and his eyes glinted with an adult's understanding.
The process was both astonishing and surreal, but Andy felt exhilaration coursing through him. He was becoming a man, and he was becoming Superman. The coin's magic was making his wish come true in the most astounding way.
The transformation finally came to an end. Andy now stood as a towering, hulking 40-year-old man, his newfound physique breathtaking to behold. He felt the sheer power within him, his muscles rippling with every movement, and a deep, commanding voice replaced his boyish tone. He was now the embodiment of strength and might.
Andy grinned as he looked down at his father, who now appeared as a child compared to him. "Dad, I think this costume fits me perfectly now."
Luke, still reeling from his own transformation, struggled to find words. He was now the boy, while his son had grown into the superhero role he had chosen for himself. The situation was so bizarre, he felt like he was living in a surreal dream.
Andy, his deep voice resonating with authority, looked down at his father and said, "Dad, it's your turn to be Batman. Here, put this on." He handed Luke the smaller Batman costume, now perfectly sized for his former childlike frame.
Luke accepted the costume, his hands trembling as he slipped it on. It fit him snugly, emphasizing his youthful appearance. He tugged at the cowl, and suddenly, he was Batman, while his son Andy, now a man in his prime, stood tall and proud as Superman.
grumbled, "This is ridiculous. I'm not trick or treating like a kid."
But Andy was insistent. "Oh, come on, Dad! It's Halloween, and we should have some fun. You wanted me to be Batman, and I wanted to be Superman. Now, you get to be Batman and I’m Superman."