“Sorry, son, but as you can see, I don’t have to give you your body back. I don’t have to do anything. And your friends here agree with me. Doncha boys?”
“Chris, tell him to change me back! Us back!”
“Sorry dude, but you cheated with my girlfriend. What was I supposed to do?” Chris said casually.
“NOT THIS!” I yelled from inside my fat, middle aged father. “It’s my life! I’m 22, not 42! It’s twenty years of my life, pop!”
“I think you should get used to calling me Craig, Dad. Oh now don’t pout. I’ve always hated it when you pout.”
“This is hilarious. You look so fucking old,” Dave said from the left.
“Dave, come on! Buddy! Who would you rather hang out with??”
“No offense dude, but...we like your dad better.”
“Yeah,” Chris said. “He’s just more fun to hang out with than you ever were.”
“Come on, let’s get this party started boys!” My dad said, turning on some music from the boombox he had in the corner. “We have some ladies coming over in a bit, OLD MAN. So if you don’t mind, could you go back to your own house and leave us alone for...oh a few months oughtta do.”
“And then we can change back?!”
“We’ll see. Now get out. I have important work to do, being a young stud who wants to fuck everything that moves with tits...haha. God it’s great to be alive!”
I moped home, miserable. Just hoping beyond hope that my father would have a change of heart (and body) sometime soon!