While you wait for Colby's decision, you give a hearty stretch, lifting your arms above you head. "Man", you think, "I sure don't have the energy I used to as these kids." Bringing your arm down, you give you gut a pat. After all, it's been years since your prime when you had that envious six-pack in university. Wait. Years? You give a grunt as you mind entangles in a knot. "I am a kid," you mutter. Conflicting memories rush your mind, memories of gym session in college, memories of sitting in class with George and Colbly. You give a another grunt of confusion and rub you temples.
George and Colby look at you in concern. "You OK, man?", George asks. His worry on his now adult face seems almost...fatherly.
"Yeah, erm, I need to change back." Another disorienting flash of thoughts. High school. Dates. A guy? No time to dwell. The labyrinth of memories is becoming too much for yo,u and your vision swims at the edges. You give desperate motion for the socks. Colby hands them over.
"Guess my turn is going to have to wait," he frowns.
You have some difficulty with the socks, like your body doesn't want to revert, but you manage. You grab your shoes. "Well this is going to be interesting." Your feet (No. My dad's feet, you correct yourself.) don't fit your shoes properly like over-stuffing a sausage. But a wave of cool relief washes over you. Lying down, you give another stretch, lifting the shirt a bit over you belly as the reversion commences.
First is your feet. Your feet shrink, feeling as if you're cracking your toes after a long day. Bones shift and crunch as each tarsal and toe regress to your kid size and your shoes slip on. The change travels up you legs, hair lightening and becoming less sparse. You rub you calves and quads as their bones too crinkly and snap back, muscles contracting and pulsing and they lost mass, skin losing its roughness. George grimaces at the sounds. "Doesn't that hurt?".
"NAh," your voice cracks. Colby gives a stifled laugh partially at your half transformed boy. "It's LIke, dunNO. Like a pressure reLEase. It didn't hurt when you transFORMED." (Damn, your were just getting use to that bass.) George shrugs.
Your face goes flush as you feel your the energy move to your groin. Your dad had a hefty helping of sausage and eggs which were now dwindling down. Still lying down, you turn away from your friends and you give a peak underneath. Sure enough, you see you dick shrink back down like a deflated balloon. Maybe you'll win the genetic jackpot when you go through your puberty you hope. Your 4 incher rests between between two bulbous mounds that now took their leave, shrinking from eggs to marbles as your scrotum lifts them a bit higher. Curiously, the nest of hair remains.
" COUGHCOUGH. Having fun over there with you friend?," Colby jesters still a little upset about his delayed turn.
You turn back to your friends, your embarrass expression looking comically incongruous on your dad. "YEah Sure. Sure." You voice finally settles down as you sit back up. "Just a bit disappointed is all."
"Weird," George says, "Your voice doesn't sound like your old one yet."
The changes rapidly pick up pace. You stomach gurgles, and your back cracks as it compacts your frame. You take off your now ill-fitting shirt, your dad's muscles and fat now rapidly dwindling. Like a releasing a pressure valve, your firm but bulging gut melts. You pinch a small amount of retreating fat and muscle and feel it vanish like sands in a sieve. The sking around your midsection tightens to your youthful origin. But again the hair remains. You wide chest falls in on itself. You give a half-hearted flex as each pec stretches, compacts, and then melts. Yet a slight definition remains, like a teen who's started lifting. Once more, trail leading from your stomach that splashes across your chest hardly changes. A bit lighter and sparser, but certainly not what you had when you woke up this morning. You arms now snap and crack back down to their kid size. You give a another comical flex, watching their peak of the biceps dwindle down to a small mound. Each digit on your hand shrinks down from you dad's meaty fingers to slightly lankier ones.
"OK. You definitely didn't have that much muscle even as your old self," George say.
Finally your face reverts. Snap. You nose loses it's aquiline bridge. Pop. Your jaw rounds out. Crack. Your cheek bones flatten. You can feel your Adam's apple evaporate. You rub your face as the stubble becomes diaphanous, returning to a wispy hint. The energy stops. And you look down at your body.
"Huh." Your voice is a bit raspier, like an awkward teen's. Your body reflects that. A dusting of hair on your slightly defined chest swims down to your stomach and to your groin. Your arms have a bit of muscle on them as well. A hint of hair dusts your cheeks and chin. You stand up taller and slightly lanky. Your facial features have a slight edge to them like your father's. It's like someone took your dad's features and your genetic potential and met a compromise, aging you up while retaining various parts of your adult dad. Maybe if you leave your the socks on a bit longer you'll return completely back to yourself.
"I think I was my dad for too long!" Lingering memories float in your brain. A guy in high school? Who could have that been?
"Yeah yeah yeah. We can figure this out later. My turn." Colby says.