Tristan came home from school and shuffled to the den, throwing his backpack against the wall. Those stupid bullies! He wished he could get it all over with and just short cut ahead over the next ten years, but he knew it wasn't possible.
Suddenly, a well dressed man in a suit was right behind him.
"You must be Tristan. Tristan, I'm Billy," the man said, and extended his hand to shake Billy's (in a very grown up way)
"Are you a friend of my dad's?" asked Tristan.
"OH you could say that, yes. Let's sit down, I have some things to discuss with you concerning your father..."
They did. Billy opened by saying how impressed he was with Tristan's academic record, his strength dealing with taunts by children bigger than him since he'd skipped a grade, and adding that his father must have a hard time understanding all of this.
"My father doesn't even care...."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that. Sometimes we can learn a lot by...putting ourselves in other people's shoes." Billy paused. "So how would you like to try it?"
"What, thinking about how HARD it is to be my father?"
"No. By actually being your father. Dirk, come on out...it's time."
Dirk came into the room, sullenly, redfaced. He was ten years old and now his own son was taller than him! Tristan took on a face of shock. The house was well furnished and large, he was wondering if he could run to the phone in the kitchen and call the police...when all of a sudden a flash of light emanated around Billy and before he knew it, three children were standing all in the room. Billy paused before continuing.
"Ya see boys, I've been sent by a higher power. You two get along now, ya hear? That birthday party will have to change a little bit to accommodate things, won't it? I mean, there's no way your dad here can blow out thirty seven candles NOW, can he?"
"How is all of this happening? DAD?? Is that you???"
"Yes, it's me! Isn't it obvious? Why I have no idea!"
"Temper temper, DIRK..." said Billy with a flash of light, reverting to his rugged, model good looks and adult status. He turned to Tristan. "Whaddya say. How'd ya like to try it on for size?"
"Make me an adult? That would be...so...awesome...YES!"
Billy pointed a figure and there was a swirl of color around Tristan...a flash of light. He could feel himself breathing and then in an alien, but not too alien voice, say "So how are you going to do it? HEY! My voice!" He looked down. He was standing on a chair or something wasn't he? NO! He was tall! Twice as tall as his dad now! He looked in the mirror and noticed a ravishingly gorgeous stud, maybe thirty in looks, with some gold flecked five o clock shadow, dressed in the clothes his father wore that morning.
"Son?"
"Don't call me that anymore, DIRK. It's dad from now on, or at least I think it should be." said Tristan flexing a bicep. "Now get some good clothes on, mister. We have a party to go to!"