During the next month or so, we began to settle into our new roles and our switched bodies. I mean, there was nothing else we could have done about it, and we couldn't find any other way to reverse the family curse. What we didn't know, was that the effects of the curse were still taking place. We just didn't realize what they were, yet.
John was just loving life in my old body. My 8-year-old little bro was now living the big life as my 18-year-old man, standing at 6-foot-4 inches tall and about 240 pounds of solid muscle. Not only did he catch the workout bug as well, more than I ever had, but he was lifting weights in our home gym twice a day. He got up at 5 in the morning and then he went down to the basement again at 8 in the evening. He worked out his whole body, and the results were showing. He was packing on muscle like it was nothing, showing off his bulging pecs and his massive biceps as he flexed before me in what used to be my old bedroom.
To make matters even worse, I vaguely remembered going to a doctor just before the swap had happened. The doctor checked me out and told me that I still had a few more inches to grow in height. In other words, now that we have swapped bodies, John was the one who still needed to experience a few more growth spurts in my old body. He wasn't done growing yet.
Since I was now living in his old 8-year-old self, to me, John seemed absolutely huge. Knowing that John was only going to get taller just seemed frightening and exciting at the same time. Add to the fact that he has been working out twice a day, I could see him growing in muscle and strength as well. He was basically hulking out while I remained his little, 8-year-old bro.
So I had woken up with a slight headache that morning and I walked over to teh kitchen. I knew that our mom had kept all the medications in the top shelf of the cupboard, which I suddenly realized I could no longer reach.
"Hey John? JOHN? I need your height, please!" I sighed. Boy do I miss being tall. "Can you get the aspirin for me?"
John casually strolled over, reaching the place where I was standing with just a few steps, thanks to his long, muscular legs. He then bumped into me, forcing me to step out of his way. He was just too big for me to handle by now.
He reached over and easily opened the cupboard with his long, muscular arm. It was just insulting how easy it was for him to do that. I no longer had the ability to reach that high and I was now totally dependent on him. He pulled a small bottle out and read the label.
"Here we go... Aspirin... Oh, wait. It says here, this is not for children under the age of 12. Sorry, bro. You can't have it. This is why mom keeps this stuff up here!" John just smiled, looking down on my.
"Oh, come on! There's gotta be children's aspirin up there!" I groaned.
He reached in again and pulled out another bottle. Then, he unscrewed the cap and dropped one capsule on his large hand.
"You can only have one pill, little bro! Open wide!" he said, as he dropped the pill into my open mouth, treating me like a little kid again.
I grabbed a glass of milk and washed it down. I hated being treated like this, but what could I do?
The headache got worse and then, suddenly, I felt my pajamas getting a bit big and loose around me. It was like everything around me was getting bigger. Was I shrinking? Then, I looked up at John. My goodness, he was so BIG. He looked even bigger now.
"I think you're getting smaller, Joey!" he said, looking down at me.
The shrinking stopped, but a quick measurement revealed that I was close to 4 feet tall, glancing up to my brother, who was about two-and-a-half feet taller than me. I was looking straight at his groin now. If I looked down at him, all I saw were his massive legs.