Colby grimaces at you and George. You're both sitting on the couch. You, sitting in such a way that causes your shirt to ride up a little, exposing the bottom of your hairy beer gut, and George struggling to squeeze into a sweat suit that was a size or two too small to fit over his very round, very hirsute body. You chuckle at George's struggle, then scratch your exposed stomach and let out a little belch. The whole thing feels natural.
"What's the matter with you guys."
You and George both stop and look up at Colby. You sit up a little straighter and pull your short over your stomach. "What d'ya mean?"
Colby rolls his eyes. "I don't get why you want to be old, fat guys for. Seriously!"
You defensively cover your belly and subconsciously try to suck it in a little. "I'm not fat! I just need to watch my weight a little. If anybody is fat it's George."
"Hey!"
Colby sighs. "But you guys chose to be come middle age men. I don't get it." He holds up a pair of sturdy boots. They have tall cuffs and are fully laced. They look to be large, green, and made out of rubber and leather. "I have no idea who wore these last. I want mine to be a surprise."
You lean in to look at the boots. "Where'd you get those?"
"My brother picked them up from Goodwill yesterday. He's never worn them. These socks will turn me into the last person who wore these, right?"
You nod.
"Then let's do this." Without hesitation, Colby pulls off his pants and shirt, so he's only standing in his briefs. Then he pulls on another sweat suit, this one blue. It looks a little large on him, in preparation to the change that would come. He then quickly pulls on the socks and stuffs his feet into the boots.
You and George watch him intently, waiting for the first signs of change. Colby, who still has your phone, holds it up to his face and switches on the front-facing camera.
After a moment, you look over at George. He sits there with an amused expression, waiting for Colby's changes to start. The sweat suit is too small for him, leaving a good portion of his overhanging, hairy stomach exposed. The sleeves don't reach all the way down, leaving a good portion of his hairy forearms uncovered as well. His head hair is wild and unkempt, with his big, fluffy beard pointing in all directions and the thin hair atop his head sticking out as if he were under the effect of static electricity. He looked every bit the wild man his father did.
With a start, you remember that you were also in your own father's body. You had forgotten for a few minutes that you were actually a teenage boy experiencing his father's body second hand. You had come to feel the body you were currently occupying as your own, goatee, beer belly, muscles and all. How strange you had forgotten.
A change in George's expression breaks you away from your thoughts. His grin widens and his eyes brighten as he watches Colby. You turn to your other friend and notice a definite difference. For one, he's taller than before. That isn't saying much as he was barely above 5 feet before, but now he is reaching average adult height and would soon pass it. His flabby physique is quickly dissolving. His paunchy stomach is sucking into his torso as his chubby cheeks and second chin evaporate away, leaving a fairly gaunt and stern face. The fat is being quickly replaced by muscle. It isn't immediately obvious through the large sweat suit Colby is wearing, but when his pulls up the sweat shirt you can see a set of six-pack abs materializing on his stomach. You also see a line of dark hair manifesting up past his navel. While Colby is nowhere near as hairy as you or George, he isn't completely devoid of body hair. The hair on his head retracts until it is nothing but a dark shadow on his head, the afterthought of a buzz cut. His face matures and his jaw becomes rigid and square. A faint shadow covers his jawline, a 5 o'clock shadow. His eyebrows become dark and serious, seemingly set in a permanent glare. His lips reciprocate this by naturally setting themselves into a frown. Colby pulls his right sleeve up to his shoulder, revealing not only an impressive musculature, but a series of interesting tattoos. His hairline seems to recede a little, shaping the leading edge into the beginnings of an "M" shape.
The chubby little teen you had known as Colby is gone. In his place sits a soldier, possibly in his mid- to late-twenties, though the buzzed hair makes it hard to tell. As he stands he seems to be about your height, perhaps a little taller. Though, you are slouching a little and his posture is perfect. His frame seems to fill the blue sweat suit he is wearing, despite how large it is. Colby runs a hand along the face he now has. For the first time his facial expression changes. He gives a subtle half smirk and raises his eyebrows at the phone.
"Neat," he says in a voice that isn't his. It's deeper and has an edge to it.
George chuckles. "Neat? Is that all you can say? You just changed bodies! Come on, man!"
The new Colby turns to George, looking confused. "What do you mean? It's amazing, it really is. What do you want me to say?"
You hesitate for a second, then clap Colby on the shoulder, making him jump a little. "So, how do you feel? What's it like being grown up?"
He looks down at himself. "Great. It's like you said. It's weird, but feels familiar, like I belong like this." He looks down at his combat boots. "Oh! Before I forget." He unties the boots and pulls them off with a little tugging. They no longer slip easily on or off his feet. He then pulls off the socks and hands them to you.
"It's your turn, sir. If you want them."
You look down at the socks in your hand, then glance around at the numerous socks your friends had brought. You were tempted to try something new, but, again, you liked being in your body. Er, your DAD'S body. Then again, now that you were all changed, you could all do cool adult stuff together.
George grins at you, his teeth just visible under his beard. "Well?"