"Holy fuck!" screamed Ryan's dad.
"Dad, don't worry. Everything is fine!" he said in his father's rich, baritone voice, and he quickly explained.
"Well, change us back then!" said the punk teen, actually far older, with many things to do business wise. He couldn't be stuck in some fantasy of his son's!
"I just wanna see what being a grown up is like for a while...and you could have total fun being fifteen again...what do you say we just stay this way for a little while?" Ryan said, putting a big hand down on his "son's" shoulder.
His father grinned in his body. This WAS going to be fun.
Ryan's father, Gil, was built. A bodybuilder for years, Ryan was now exploring his hairy chest, and enormous biceps. Ryan went into the living room and started taking in everything from his new vantage point at 6'4".
"Hey, dad," said the man to the 15 yr old. "How about I drive us to the beach so we can have some real fun? I've always wanted to hang out with all the really BIG muscle guys and lift weights with them. And who knows, maybe I'll even get one to come home here with me?"
Lucky thing both him and his dad were gay. And he had just come out.
"Son...you...you are? Why didn't you tell me before?"
Ryan's friend looked upon this whole scene sort of flabbergasted. It was...weird. Seeing father and son talking to one another in each other's bodies.
"I just did. Think of the fun we can have, dad!"
"I suppose in your body I could get someone closer to YOUR age," said Gil in Ryan's smiling punk body. "Ya know son, you just might have something here..."
"C'mon dad. I'll drive. Me being the adult in the family now."
"All right, but I'm still going to be watching your driving, mister. Now put on a muscle tee. We're a goin cruisin!!"