Isiash's stern expression turned into confusion as Eric casually started taking off his shirt. "Eric, what are you doing? We just fixed everything; there's no need for more wishes."
But Eric just grinned mischievously. "Oh, Dad, we're not done yet. I'm about to become the man of the house again, this time in my own body." He paused for dramatic effect. "I wish I was the man of the house!"
As the wish left Eric's lips, a strange energy enveloped the bathroom. Isiash's eyes widened with concern as he felt his body changing. At the same time, Eric felt a surge of power coursing through him.
The transformation began, and Isiash's hulking physique started to shrink. His broad shoulders narrowed, and his biceps deflated. The once proud, muscular man was becoming smaller and smaller. Eric, on the other hand, felt his body expanding. Muscles erupted across his frame, and his biceps bulged as his chest broadened.
Mid-transformation, their eyes locked. For a brief moment, they were the same height, and both exclaimed in surprise. Isiash, now a teenager, looked up at his son, who was rapidly growing into a hulking man. "Eric, what have you done?"
But Eric just chuckled, reveling in the power of his new physique.
As the transformation continued, Isiash's voice became higher, his features more youthful. He watched in amazement and disbelief as his body transformed into that of a small boy. Meanwhile, Eric's muscles continued to swell, his abs becoming more defined with every passing second.
Isiash couldn't help but gasp as he looked at his dwindling reflection. "Eric, this is crazy! Change us back!"
But Eric wasn't listening. He was too busy enjoying the transformation. His voice deepened as his height increased, and he flexed his growing muscles, savoring the newfound strength. "I've got to admit, Dad, being the man of the house feels pretty good."
As Eric's body continued to transform, Isiash found himself standing there, now a young boy, looking up at his son. Eric's grin widened as he looked down at his father, now diminished and powerless. "I guess you're not the big guy anymore, little dude."
The final stages of the transformation unfolded, and the energy in the room settled. Isiash, shirtless and bewildered, was now a small boy, while Eric, towering over him, flexed his impressive muscles. Eric admired himself in the mirror, feeling no remorse for his devious wish.
Isiash, still processing the abrupt change, finally spoke up in his childlike voice, "Eric, this is not right. Change us back immediately!"
But Eric just laughed, reveling in his newfound dominance. "Sorry, Dad, no chance."
Isiash crossed his tiny arms, a pout on his face. "You can't just keep me like this! It's not fair!"
Eric, now the man of the house both in body and spirit, looked down at his dad with a smirk. "Life's not always fair, little dude. Maybe next time, think twice before yelling at me for making a wish." With that, Eric flexed his massive biceps one more time, savoring the victory of his transformative wish.
Having reveled in the thrill of his transformative wish, Eric chuckled as he looked down at his now diminutive dad. "You really should have thought twice before bossing me around, Dad. Now, off to your old room." He flexed his powerful muscles, displaying the authority he felt as the new man of the house.
Isiash, now a small boy, protested, "This is ridiculous, Eric! You can't just treat me like this!"
But Eric, with newfound strength, scooped up his dad effortlessly and carried him into the hallway. "Sorry, little dude, but I make the rules now. Off you go."
In their separate rooms, Eric and Isiash stood before their respective mirrors, each processing the drastic changes that had occurred.
Eric couldn't help but admire his reflection, flexing his biceps and grinning at the chiseled man staring back at him. "This is incredible! Look at these muscles! I'm the man of the house, and it feels amazing." He flexed his abs and laughed at his newfound strength.
Meanwhile, Isiash stood before the mirror in his old room, staring wide-eyed at the boyish image that looked back at him. "This can't be real.” He ran his small hands over his less defined muscles, a sense of shock and disbelief settling in.
As Eric continued to marvel at his new physique, he couldn't resist making a few playful comments to himself. "I always wondered how it felt to be this strong. And check out these muscles, they're even better than I imagined."
Isiash, on the other hand, muttered to himself with frustration, "I used to be a grown man, and now I'm back to being a kid. What am I going to do?"
Eric flexed in front of the mirror, admiring the ripple of his biceps. "I'm going to enjoy every moment of this. No more being bossed around."
Isiash, still grappling with the reality of his situation, looked at his reflection with a sense of resignation. "I can't believe I'm stuck like this. I used to be the one in charge."
Eric, now fully embracing his role as the man of the house, looked down at himself with pride. "This is the best wish ever. I'm going to make the most of it. Maybe Dad will think twice before messing with me."
Eric, reveling in his muscular glory, turned to the mirror again. He grinned mischievously, looking to a certain area below the waist. "This wish gave me more than just muscles. I've got it all now. Strength, muscles, and... well, you know. Being the man of the house has its perks."