Isiash, still adjusting to the odd sensation of being in Eric's former kid's body, protested, "Eric, this is really weird. I can't be in your body. It's just not right."
Eric, mid-flex, looked at his dad with a grin. "Come on, Dad, I get why you work out now. This body is amazing! I'm big, strong, and I can probably lift the entire kitchen table."
Isiash raised an eyebrow, still feeling uneasy about the whole situation. "Eric, this is serious. We need to switch back, you can't just take over my life."
Eric, now feeling a hint of empathy, let out a sigh. "Okay, okay, I guess it is a bit odd being in your body." He reluctantly lowered his flexed arms.
With a dramatic eye roll, Eric agreed, "Fine, let's go back to our own bodies." He closed his eyes and muttered, "I wish we were back in our own bodies."
Instantly, the room seemed to shift, and Eric felt a strange tingling sensation. Opening his eyes, he was disappointed to see himself back in his own body. Isiash, now in his own muscular form, flexed his biceps and let out a triumphant cheer.
"I missed these muscles," Isiash exclaimed, admiring his reflection in the mirror. "Being a kid again felt strange. No offense, Eric, but I prefer my own body."
As Isiash continued to revel in having his powerful physique back, he crossed his arms and shot a stern look at Eric. "You know, Eric, stealing my body, even if just for a few minutes, is not cool. You need to understand the consequences of your wishes."
Isiash's voice grew stern as he scolded Eric for his impulsive wish, "Eric, you can't just go around making these wishes without thinking about the consequences. We need to be responsible about this."
But Eric had a mischievous glint in his eye as he unapologetically began to remove his shirt. Isiash eyed him with growing concern, unsure of what his son had in mind. "Eric, what are you doing?"