You’re still in the middle of deciding what to do with the socks when the bedroom door opens, Dave’s head peeking through.
“Breakfast is rea-” He stops midsentence and looks at you annoyed, pouting his face into a frown. “Babe, have you still not gotten dressed?”
“Wha?” You turn to Dave and look at him with a mixture of emotions: embarrassment from being seen naked by your former dad in your new body and amusement from seeing your boyfriend make such a cute expression.
“S-sorry, just got distracted.” You put the magic socks on top of a nearby nightstand and grin at him.
“Alright, just hurry up. Breakfast will get cold soon.” He huffs at you adorably before closing the door.
You hear his footsteps fade before taking a quick glance at the socks. You definitely had to try them on again and test your theory out. After all, how else were you going to find a way to turn back to normal? However, your grumbling stomach tells you that breakfast wasn’t optional and your increased appetite seems to agree.
But… who knows would what happen if you stayed in this reality for too long. Would you end up forgetting everything about your original reality like before?
Then again, when you think about it, that might’ve just happened because you got caught up in this new reality with no preparation whatsoever.
Nevertheless, you decide to not take any chances and grab the notepad and pen Dave leaves in the nightstand drawer to record his dreams and hurriedly jolt something down:
Magic Socks
• Wear socks then shoes of someone to become a copy of them
• Put right sock on first to alter reality(?)
You rip the note off and place it next to the socks before returning the notepad and pen back into the drawer.
Letting out a deep sigh of relief, you stand up, feeling it take a lot more work than you remember, as you walk over to your closet. Your former bedroom was now a master bedroom shared by both you and Dave, which leads you to finding a large assortment of clothes made up from his and your attire.
You grab a red polo and throw it onto the bed before trudging over to your dresser and taking out an XL pair of green boxers out along with some khaki pants. Making sure to also grab a black pair of dress socks, you dump all the clothes on top of the bed then grab a towel, drying yourself free from the load you let out earlier.
Once you finish, you begin to put on the underwear, the green boxers hugging your nether regions closely. Despite that, the undergarments give you ample room to store your larger and thicker cock. Next is the red polo. The shirt feels snug, the fabric clinging on to your torso and showing off your moobs and big belly. Then come the pants, which are comfortable but look tight on you, especially protruding your backside. Regardless, you tuck your shirt and put on a belt instinctively. Finally, you place the black socks on your large hairy feet before putting on the dress shoes.
Taking a quick glance in the mirror of the bathroom connected to your bedroom, you see that your outfit totally gives off “dad vibes,” which feels right to you for some reason. Combing your hair, you brush your teeth before heading out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
Unbeknownst to you, you were beginning to get swept away in this new reality again, and with each step you took, memories of the old Mike were pushed to the back of your mind. By the time you reached the bottom of the stairs, the old Mike was just a faint memory, something you remembered but only if you concentrated hard enough. You raise no objections to this though, your mind only set on eating breakfast as you make your way to the kitchen.
“Bout time you got here,” Dave says as you saunter to the kitchen table where a plate has been laid out for you. True to his word, Dave had prepared a stack of french toast for you, drizzled in syrup and topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Better yet, your beer laid next to the dish, already been opened and poured into your usual mug.
“This looks fantastic!” You lick your lips and begin to dig in, cutting the toast haphazardly with your knife and placing large chunks into your mouth before washing it down with swigs of alcohol.
“Geez, is it really that good?” You shift your eyes over to see an adolescent boy watching you with a questionable look on his face. It was Matt, your former 12 year old brother, now stepson. Well… sorta stepson.
“Trust me. It feels like I haven’t eaten in ages,” you say with a deep and rich chuckle as you continue to devour your food. Matt merely looks back over to his plate with his half-eaten omelette and rolls his eyes.
Dave places a plate of scrambled eggs and some toast on the table before sitting down, a warm cup of coffee in his hands. “Babe, you shouldn’t eat so quickly.” He watches you gobbling down the entire stack of French toast, not leaving a single crumb behind. “Or so much. We’re still going to the movies later and I don’t want you getting a stomachache.”
“Don’t worry, this is just a light meal for me,” you tell him, knowing full well he understands what you mean. After all, as a heavy eater himself, Dave could tell the difference between a small meal and an adequate one for men your sizes.
Dave simply smiles before focusing on his own breakfast. After a few minutes, you’re both done and washing the dishes together, Matt long gone and lying on top of the couch in the living room, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. Standing side by side, you wash the dishes as Dave rinses them off, the two of you lost in conversation.
“Are you sure? Weren’t the reviews bad?” Dave looks at you with an uncertain gaze in his eyes.
“Meh. I don’t really care what anyone else says.” You shrug your shoulders as you scrub the plate in your left hand with the sponge. “I want to watch it for myself.”
“To be honest, so do I. I heard it’s very…” Dave reaches over and gives your ass a light squeeze. “Romantic.”
You give him a flirtatious look before the two of you are making out, French kissing in the kitchen. It takes only a few seconds for your cock to react as it stiffens and begins to let out drips of pre within your underwear.
Eventually, Dave pulls away. “Let’s save it for after the movie,” he says. However, there’s just as obvious a bulge in his pants as yours.
Finishing up, you head back to the bedroom as Dave goes to do some laundry. But the beer seems to strike with a vengeance as you get the sudden urge to piss. You immediately rush to the bathroom and close the door despite doubting anyone but Dave would come in.