You hold up your hands. Well, Colby's hands. Well, YOUR hands. Wow, changing bodies could get confusing. You hold up your hands. "Hold on, guys. Let me change, first."
You slip off Colby's shoes and slip your dad's back on, which aren't too much bigger than Colby's really.
Colby smirks at you. "What's the matter? Don't like my body?"
You shrug. "Actually, I don't mind it too much." You mean it, too. For some reason, you don't feel too out of place in Colby's body. It was weird, but not uncomfortable. Perhaps it was part of the sock's magic. "I would just like to be in a body that fits these clothes."
It isn't long before you begin changing back into your dad. You feet fill up your shoes as you shoot up in height. The difference between your dad's height and Colby's is more extreme, making you a little dizzy as you suddenly grow a foot and a half in less than a minute. Your figure loses Colby's roundness as your body extends, but still stays somewhat pudgy. Your body hair fills out, as does your facial hair. It isn't long before you re gain your dad's goatee and your hair recedes some, giving you your dad's high forehead. The body fat on you hardens and turns to muscle, though your belly retains some roundness. You've regained your dad's muscular physique and his beer belly. Gray speckles your hair and, in less than a few minutes, you're your dad again. You're not quite sure, but you feel as though the change into your dad gets a little faster every time. Maybe you were only growing used to it.
George gently shoves you with one of his pointy elbows. "So, what's it like being your old man."
You grin. "Great, actually. It's really fun."
George makes an inscrutable face. "Really? But you're, like, old. You've got gray in your beard." He nudges your beer belly. "And you're fat."
"I'm not that fat," you say defensively, putting a hand on your stomach. "It's just a little belly. Look at this muscle!" You flex a bicep. "See? Does that look like fat to you? Also, 40 is not that old. At least I'm not my grandpa."
George shakes his head. "Alright, alright. Forget I said anything. Listen. We should probably go somewhere else. Somewhere less public. I mean, we can't let other people know we have these! They'd never let us keep them."
Colby looks up at you. "How about your house? They're your socks."
You immediately shake your head. "No, no. My little brother's there. He's way too nosy. If he found out about these socks he'd tell my dad for sure. I don't want to have to explain to him that I've been turning into him."
George nods. "Fair point. Well, we can't go to my house. Both my parents are home and I get no privacy."
Both you and George look at Colby. He sighs and shrugs. "Yeah, I guess we can go to my house. I mean, my mom's out and my brother is who-knows-where. Yeah, it'd be fine."
George grins. "Great! Let me go home and grab some stuff, first. I have some shoes I really want to try out."
You begin to have second thoughts about the whole thing and George runs off in the direction of his house. Still, it would be fun to just play around with the socks for a while.
You and Colby trek off toward his house. Colby doesn't say much the whole way, but that isn't unusual. Colby's pretty quiet anyway, and you can imagine it's a little awkward that you're inhabiting a body that's at least 25 years older than him. Before long, you're at Colby's house. It's a little run-down looking, with the porch caving in, the paint peeling, and a broken window replaced with a black garbage bag. You've been there before, though, and you know the inside is pretty decent, if a little musty.
As you go inside, you feel a little strange. You house is familiar, but your perspective is off with your dad's extra height, so all the familiar things are unfamiliar again. You head to Colby's living room as he goes to "get a few things". You sit on the couch, relax, and, without intending to, drift off.
"Wakey, wakey, old man," you hear George say. "Come on, nap time's over."
You open your eyes to see Colby and George standing over your. George has a big grin on his face and is poking you in your belly.
You swipe at his prodding finger with a large, hairy hand. "Cut it out. Leave me alone, will ya?"
George chuckles. "Come on, man. We've been waiting for those socks of yours. You've had them all morning. Let us try them!"
You groggily pull yourself awake. "Alright. Settle down, kid." You rub your forehead and turn to Colby. "Hey, do you have any beer here?"
Colby looks surprised. "Beer?"
"Yeah." You suddenly realize what you just ask. "Uh, I mean. I don't know why I said that."
George chuckles. "No big deal. You're a full grown man now, right?"
Colby shrugs and walks out of the room for a moment. You bend over and tug your father's shoes off, feeling relief for your feet. Colby returns holding a silver can and hands it to you.
You take it from him. "What's this?"
"The beer you wanted."
"Uh, thanks." You look down at your socks. You'd never removed them while still in another body. You wonder if you'll switch back when you take them off. With some difficulty, you peel the socks off your large, hairy feet. You wiggle the blunt toes.
George impatiently holds his hands out for the socks, which you were still holding. You hand them over to him and crack open the beer Colby had given you. You sip the contents. While the liquid inside is possibly the worst thing you'd ever tasted, you find you don't find it all that much. Strange. You also don't seem to be changing back into yourself, either. You suppose that the only way to return to your normal self was to put on an old pair of your shoes.
Meanwhile, George pulls off his own shoes and socks and opens a cardboard box he must have brought with him. It is filled to the brim with shoes of all styles and sizes.
You glance from the box back to George. "Wow, George. You weren't kidding. Just how many of those are you gonna try out?"
He pulls the magic socks on slowly, as if savoring how they felt sliding onto his feet. They fit him perfectly. "As many as I want."
Colby frowns. "Don't forget about me!"
George laughs. "Of course not. We'll take turns. Now, let's see." George sorts through the box. "What to try first. Ah-HA! Perfect."