Scot was a 40 year old Single Father of one. He had a well fit body, with neither a strand of body hair accept for around the pubic area. His wife had left him several years ago with another man and had no idea where she now lived. So it was understandable that he had trouble with his 10 year old son Michael. It wasn't so much that he was a handful. It was more like Michael was the kind of son who kind of kept to himself. He didn't have many friends. It was like he wasn't even trying. Scot tried to talk to his son about it, but it just ended with yelling. Michael saying he just didn't understand. Scot was getting tired of it all. He just didn't know what to do.
"Well it does seem you do not understand at all." So said his and Michael's doctor Eric Schneider. Scot had been relaying his story when the Doctor asked, feeling that Scot was troubled. "So you think so too Doc. I mean I want to understand, but I'm not Michael. I was a great kid too." "Well it was so much different back in the day. You can't really say what goes on in school now." "Come on Doc. How harder can it be? I mean its not as if Mike isn't good looking for his age." "Says the guy with the good looking body." Doctor Schneider finished the blood work he was doing and went to the door. "Hmm?" Scot didn't quite get what he meant. "Oh nothing. Wait there for a moment. I need to look at your blood sample." And just like that he left. "Okay?" Scot found that strange as it would take a day to get results. "Well, he's the doctor." Scot thought. "Guess he must have got new equipment." Scot waited when he heard a fwishing sound. "Hmm?" He looked up and saw something like smoke coming out from the vent. "That doesn't look good." He got up to the door. "Hey Doc. Something is coming out... Huh?" Scot tried to open the door but it was locked. "Come on! Open! Hey Doc! Help! There looks like a fire in the building!" No one was coming. "Shit! What do I... *cough* *cough* do?!" Scot covered his mouth, but then felt his body get heavy. "Huh? I'm getting... sleepy. Not good. Not good at..." But before he could finish, he fell asleep. The door open and the sleeping gas dissipated. Schneider holding his nose and covering his mouth proclaimed, "Excellent. All is in place now... Elena. Is Michael out as well?" "Yes Doctor" His assistant Elena, very plain looking with glasses, came from down the hall carrying Michael on her back. "Great. We can begin the experiment immediately." "Of course" "Hmm... Do you have some doubts?" Elena thought for a moment, remembering what Michael was telling her about his Father. She knew he would not find the concept of switching bodies with his dad unfavorable. And Scot, if he could object would be too weak to fight back. "No sir," she replied. "Then good. Bring in the blood samples. We will begin when they awaken!"