"Transform or dare," Kyle whispers from his post-coitus glow.
"What was that, honey?" his dad asked.
"Oh, nothing dear," said Kyle, rolling over.
In his mind he started counting. He felt a pang of remorse, using the curse on his husband, but he needed to change things before he truly did love his father the way it felt like he did now. He could already feel the intricacies of all these changes confusing his brain, he imagined it wouldn't be long before he could no longer think of his dad as his dad.
Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen.
He wasn't really sure how he planned to use the curse, he was just sure that with both of them he could somehow repair some of the damage done. His mind raced with all the possibilities. Then it flickered back to Jennifer, and he felt rage boiling in his temples. His dad put an arm around him and kissed the nape of his neck, and all the animosity was gone.
"Honey, come on," said Kylie.
"I can't help myself," said her husband.
Forty nine. Fifty. Fifty one.
"Come on, stop it," said Kyle.
"Ok, ok, sorry hon," said his dad.
Sixty.
An idea formulated inside Kyle's mind, and rather than think it through flawlessly, he just went with it. He felt certain he'd rather do that then suffer the pedantry of a perfectly planned plan.