Old Junk, New Junk

Hey, ya'll. Case you couldn't tell you're in for a treat of a story. My name's Kyle. This here is my yard. Got a lot of salvage everywhere. Sometimes I sell it to people on the Internet. I work at a gun range and I love my guns. Fuck. Yeah. I love my guns. I love watching men become real men as they get to know how to shoot.

Now one day I found something. It was this here ring and I'm wearing it and the next thing I know I'm wearing it to work and thinking what it would be like to be retired and holy shit, I'm staring at myself through the eyes of the dude at the range. 65 year old dude. I walk over and he is freaking out in my body and I immediately realize what happened. So I grab the ring off him and before he can know what is happening I am in my body again. He stares at me and I grab the ring again. He starts shouting at me and I don't give a shit. I gave him fifty bucks to just shut the fuck up because who is gonna believe a fat old man raving about body switching.

Then? I just took my time.

One day, I found my target. He was richer than FUCK. Sometimes rich dudes are paranoid, though. He wanted to learn to shoot. He was raised all liberal and shit and I was like fuck, this guy is LOADED. You know? I decide to give him a discount on account of I like him and I can tell he's gay, right? Now I got nothin' 'gainst gay dudes. I'm not into that shit but I'm not mean or all religious. I just love bein a man. Now I think to myself, which is worse, bein rich and gay or bein me, and quite frankly, I want money. So I think to myself, maybe I wouldn't be gay or maybe I would if I did this thing. Didn't know until I tried it.

I tell him hey, man. I like you. I like the way you hold that gun. I get him all excited, right? He's gettin' all horny and shit. I say stay until after closing, I'll give you a gun you can get real excited about. I feel up his ass a little. No one was around much. He just gives me this quiet smile. He waits out in the lobby for me until my shift ends. He's readin' some book on money and I think fuck, I hope I get a taste of that. I don't know how to make money in some office but fuck, I could learn.

After work I lead him to the back inventory room where we keep ammunition. I flick the light on and take off my clothes and so does he. He had a nice body. I had to see what kind of body I was gonna have. He smiles and comes forward and I concentrate and then WHAM!

I look at my own face start to freak out and shout. I cover his mouth and I realize our dicks are touching. Oh, gross. I mean, fuck. That is so hot!

I tell him the deal. I want to just try life as bein him for a lil' while and he can try life as bein' me. He tells me he's an investment banker. I tell him some things about my job real quick. His duties. He looks at me like I'm crazy.

I ask him "Hey, man. You wanna fuck me, still? Or do you want to go out and get yourself some pussy?"

He looks at me all wide eyes, still naked as a blue jay.

"Holy shit, I'm straight?" He looks at his hands.

"Yeah and I'm gay. Not what I pictured myself doin, bein in a gay guy, but I think I could live with it if I have all this dough."

"I don't believe this. I mean...I never even wanted to look at a woman naked and now..geez I just want to go crazy and fuck one." He got a boner.

"Whoa, buddy. You need some help there?" I moved forward and massage my former dick. He shied away.

"Oh my God, I'm grossed out by the idea. This is so weird. I'm respondin' to this here body. This here? Why did I just say that?"

"Fuck if I know. I've never done this before. Now if you wanna switch back, you can. You just need to find me and wear the ring and concentrate."

"Yeah, maybe I'll do that. Or maybe I'll find ya'll after I get myself some pussy and try out what this body can do. Hey. I'm talkin' like ya'll."

I started to get weirded out. I didn't know this would be part of it. I guess I didn't try out the ring very much at all to see what the effects were.

"Guess we'll see how much this goes. Maybe I'll acquire your knack for knowing things about hedge funds."

"What the fuck is a hedge fund?"

"Holy shit our brains contain information and we are adapting to our new brains."

We got our clothes on. His before me. I was fine with him looking at my new dick. I got all the information I needed. We decided to meet in a week to see if we wanted to switch back.

I drove home in my nice sports car, looked up at my huge mansion, and gleefully walked inside. A man's rich, soothingly familiar voice guided me into the spacious living room.

"Dave? Get in here!" His arms were around me in no time.

"Did you have a long day? I know I did."

"Yes, honey, I did. A very long day." I was so nervous. I was beginning to realize certain things. He was bigger than me. I mean, I was planning on working out in my new body. It wasn't as big as before but I was feeling a little bit like just not being in charge, on purpose."

"I want you to suck my dick, boy." My new boyfriend said. He took off my clothes forcefully and practically threw me on the floor. I begged him to take off his pants so i could suck his dick. I was going to suck dick for the first time! As I put my mouth over his cock I knew I never wanted my old life back...

There are other things we did that week. I would listen to his requests and do them. He told me to wear a collar and sit like a dog and I did. He chained me up in our dungeon. He ordered me to suck and rim and obey and I never would have done these things before but now they were heaven.

I finally met with my old body who told me plainly I could have my gay ass mansion and my gay life. I'll take it, I told him. He had some hot new girlfriend he found at a cowboy bar and they are apparently very happy together.

But I wonder if he'll ever use that ring again...

Immortality Comes With a Price

"118...119...120..AHH!"

Harold dropped and felt the enormity and girth of his new body. He felt like a new man, because he was. Soon his beautiful new girlfriend was at his side.

"So how does it feel to do that many reps?" She took his bulky, sweaty arm in her hands and led him away down towards the beach.

"Incredible! You are a godsend!"

"Oh now, I'm nothing of the sort. You gave up your entire life and that's not a trivial thing."

"I don't deserve you. You're a goddess. Just look at these muscles! I feel like I could take on the world! I feel amazing! I've never felt like this! And I have only you to thank."

Harold had been a sixty five year old on the cusp of retiring from his job in a warehouse, well, edged out by younger competition, even though it was a desk job. The new economy meant he had a lot less than he would have years back. And then he met Priscilla.

She had been interested in his schooling, in his interests, in his old sports days, in his many adventures in the military. Mostly, it was nice just to talk to someone again. His first and only wife had left him in his 30s and he had never remarried. Never had kids. But he had been taken advantage of plenty. He had had bad luck, and been swindled. A menial, ordinary life that had descended into the nightmare of being old and poor.

But Priscilla had told him, upon a first, and unbelievable night of lovemaking that she was a lot...older than she appeared. She had a way of switching the minds of people. She had inhabited several bodies in her lifetime, and she was...well she had stopped counting after 2500 years. The way she did it was a secret for now, but all she wanted was Harold's companionship. His...permanent companionship. Her partner of a thousand years had died falling off a cliff and it was not possible to do a switch if you were dead. She had mourned her lover for decades before finding a new soulmate.

As for the victims, they were always the perfect match. Priscilla researched tirelessly to find a completely immoral man with whom to switch Harold's ailing old frame. The man, whose name was Grant (and now that is my name Harold had to keep telling himself) was a former Wall Street banker turned retiree bodybuilder. His actions, though legal, resulted in the loss of jobs of thousands and the loss of life savings of tens of thousands. This man had no remorse, no guilt, and no right to continue screwing over the innocent.

It didn't take long to convince Harold, though he had had some inevitable ethical concerns and tortured himself about it until Priscilla arranged a meeting between the two. She had made a date with Grant and Harold posed as a man collecting trash. Grant made fun of him in a way that was both disgusting and unnecessary. After Grant made many more remarks about the homeless and how lowly they were, and how the rich deserved everything they got, Priscilla had agreed with him, saying "You have no idea."

She took him to a fancy hotel suite and knocked him out with a special lipstick. It was just like a spy movie. Grant went to sleep and so did Harold and when they woke up they got a massive freak out, with the new 65 year old screaming at the top of his lungs. Priscilla took over while Harold watched mildly as she threatened the hell out of him and told him to go to his new home.

The new Harold was horrified and wound up, well, trying to enjoy his retirement on such a limited budget. I'm Grant now, Harold thought as everyone stared at him, at his beauty. All those eyes on him, all of the time...

He swept his new love into his massive arms and carried her down into the waves, laughing as he played with her, intoxicated by his new godlike body.

It was a whole new life. He just hoped that the endless sex he'd been having would be enough to satiate him. After all, just one slip up and he could wind up in an elderly body again! He flexed for his new girl and she fawned over him, and he marveled for weeks at the new limits he could force this body to go to. He never had to work again and he had the body of a young, muscular buck. What more could he ask for? He thought, watching the many, many eyes of beautiful women lusting after his frame as he ran on one of his daily jogs.

When Phillip Met Vinnie

 

"Yo Vinnie, what's up?"

"You y'know, just chillin out, yo."

 "Yo I heard yo momma tried to make you get a job, fool."

"Yo my momma threw me out, yo."

"What?"

"Caught me doin pot and havin sex in my bedroom. I wasn't doin nothin. She just mad cause she ain't gettin none. I gots it goin ON and I only 16."

"Yo man sorry. Where you at? Who you crashin' with?"
"I stayed wit my uncle but I gotta find a new place soon. I need a sugar daddy. My uncle says I got one week."

"Yo," said Kevin. "You should go to the park around the corner at like midnight. That's when rich dudes come round lookin for dick. Be real nice to one, you know what I'm sayin'?"

Vinnie listened to Kevin. Vinnie didn't even have any clothes except for one pair or jeans and one Tshirt. He had grown up very poor and very disadvantaged, being both young and gay, and from the ghetto. Vinnie got to the park with Kevin and was hanging out there when he first saw Phil. 

 

"Yes, I need that done ASAP." Phil told his assistant, who ran behind him. "And make sure the quarterly reports meeting is scheduled before my vacation to St. Barts. And make sure Anderson has all the dirt on the Baskin case before Friday."

"Yes, Mr. Lundgren. I'll make sure it's all taken care of, sir."

"Good, now go ahead and bring my car around. I'll wait at the park."

Phil strolled along the park, a dozen things going through his mind about all his cases at work. As a hot shot partner at his law firm he was on top of the world. A young kid approached him, probably about to beg for money.

"I don't have anything."

"No, man. I just wondered yo, if y'know, you want some company tonight, s'all."

 Phil Lundgren sighed. "I don't know why you're approaching me."

"Cause I seen you here before." Phil sighed. This young punk could barely speak properly.

"Look son, I got a lot on my plate right now. Not that you could understand that, not having a job."

"Oh yeah right, I can't understand. Sorry mister suit and tie."

"See, this is the problem with your generation. You all think you're entitled to everything."

"Maybe if I had somethin' and you had nothin' you wouldn't act so much more high and mighty know what I'm sayin'? You ain't got everything cause you work hard. You got it handed to you. I got nothin'. If you want to get naked though, maybe you can spread the love."

"Sorry, I don't sleep with gutter rats."

"Oh real nice. Fuck you."

"No thanks. Not today."

Phil's assistant came around with the car. Phil got in without giving the young punk a second glance. Everyone wanted something from him. He couldn't help the world. He closed his eyes at the same time as Vinnie, and when both of them opened their eyes...

Vinnie was in a car all of a sudden. "Yo where the hell am I? How'd I get here?" He said in a different voice. "Pull over, man Whatchyou doin?" The assistant looked behind him, perplexed.

"Do you want me to pull over, Mr. Lundgren?"'

"Mr. Who? Yeah, pull over." Vinnie got out and noticed he was in a suit or tie and he rushed over to the side mirror on the car and gasped...staring at him was the reflection of a middle aged rich white man with dirty blond hair and killer suit.

At the same time, Vinnie opened his eyes after blinking and found himself on the stops, shirtless.

"What on Earth am I doing here? Hey, my car! Where are you going? Baxter, come back here! Why are you leaving without me?" Phil suddenly looked at his gangly arms, his abs shining shirtless in the sun. His voice! "Testing. Testing. No. No, this is impossible."

"Yo pops ain't this a trip yo?" He saw himself standing beside him, wearing his suit!

"How did you do this you little punk? Did you slip me some hallucinogenics?"

"Yo not trippin yo! This is fuckin' awesome, yo! I'm you and you me."

He can't even speak properly and now he's me. Phil was filled with ultimate horror. He felt his heart, his new young heart, sink into his chest.

"How did you do this?"

"Yo I ain't done nothin'. But you comin' with me cause you gonna be suckin my rich dick tonight!"

"What? Don't be disgusting."

"Well you ain't got no home no more. You are homeless, bro. So you gonna come home with me. Yo I bet your house is fuckin' huge! And it's my house now! Check these threads! These threads be fuckin' dope!" Vinnie laughed inside his new body. He couldn't believe his good luck. "Yo man someone up there must really like me, know what I'm sayin?"

"I will of course go to my house and figure this whole mess out but I am not going to suck your dick."

"Yo I have got to say, I always wondered what it would be like to fuck myself, you know? And your nice little abs are making me hard as a rock. Let's go home."

Despite Phil's many protests, Vinnie didn't listen to him. After he began talking in the car, he whispered that the driver would suspect something was up. So Vinnie actually listened to him and tried to impersonate Phil. "Yes, my good man. Take us home."

Vinnie gaped when he saw his new home, behind a gated community. It was a nice house. He took HIS key and opened the door and went inside and took in everything that was now HIS. "Yo you got your own cigar shop in here!" He took a cigar out of the humidor. "This is fuckin' awesome. I could never afford this shit in a million years. Now I'm you so I guess I can."

"Listen, I don't know how this happened or why but you are now in my body and I am a partner in a law firm. You need to behave in a certain way." Phil gulped.

"I ain't need to do shit. You are in MY house, son." Vinnie lit up his first cigar. He had had cigarettes and weed before but not an actual cigar. "Shit, that's nice!"

"You need me because you'll need to know how to do my job! This is a nightmare. If anyone sees you act like you, they'll find a way to oust you from the firm or maybe even put you in a loony bin. I have enemies. Oh god I don't even know your name. What's your name? Or rather, my new name?"

"Vinnie. Vinnie Carter. Shit this is nice. I gonna get used to this."

"We'll have to start with language. You can not talk like that in front of clients."

"What you mean talk like you? Yeah I can do that."

"Can you?"

Vinnie looked at himself in his new expensive suit in one of the living room's large mirrors and smiled cheekily. "I'm sorry to be so up front young man, but I hesitate to use force with you. My clients are very important and must be respected at all times. But if you are going to make an excellent impression, you need to learn the art of conversation. Now be good, or I'll have Jeeves fetch the police, post haste!"

"So you do know how to talk like a normal person."

"Yo you can't be talkin that way on the street in my neighborhood, son. Shit, you could be my son. How fuckin' old are you? Am I?" Vinnie looked at himself smoking the cigar and got hard. This new body he was in was definitely in shape.

"Well I would appreciate it if you were to try to act civilly from now. Try to act well..."

"Like a rich white snob?"

"To put it in crude terms, yes."

"Dat's no problem. Now where is my bedroom?" Vinnie was really beginning to enjoy his new voice. He could sound just like this rich fool if he wanted to.

Phil led him there in dread. When they got in Vinnie locked the door and turned to his now diminutive body swap partner. Phil gulped as he watched a much taller man undress. He had only jeans on but Phil yanked them off and started to caress his ass while in his underwear and dry humped the now incredibly horny 16 year old body Phil found himself in. "That's right. Come to daddy."

Phil could barely describe how he felt. His former body was now turning him on majorly. Vinnie was now tall and ruggedly handsome and older and it felt oddly comforting. He started to lift Phil in his arms and carried him over to the enormous bed. "I got big strong daddy muscles now. Shit, check this out, son." He flexed for Phil and Phil felt like he could burst. Vinnie looked at him with predatory joy.  Before he knew what was happening he was naked with Vinnie, straddling on top of him and kissing each other deeply, passionately. Vinnie led all this, being stronger and bigger now. He took the lead nicely, guiding Phil to suck his now massively endowed cock for a while. Phil felt Vinnie forcing him gently around and positioned his ass for a good fucking.

"KY jelly is in the dresser," Phil pointed, now just the submissive bottom which he had never been in his life.

Vinnie just grunted for over an hour, fitting his cock inside Phil and pummeling him until the now teenaged boy screamed for mercy. They fell into each other's arms exhausted and ecstatic.

"I never knew being a teenager could feel so good. God the hormones I'm feeling..."

"Yeah, I like bein' in this body. Bein' in control." Their eyes met.

"You're going to have to learn to be me."

"I can do that," Vinnie said, feeling up his ass.

"It takes years of training to do what I do. And I'll have to go back to high school."

"We'll say you're a friend of the family." Vinnie said. "I'm Phil now, according to my ID. Phillip Lundgren." Phil, the new Phil, got on HIS new shirt and tie.

"I'll have to get some new clothes." the young man said, getting a Tshirt on that was too large for him from the cabinet.

"We'll figure it out," Vinnie hugged him and Phil felt...oddly comforted. Taken care of.

Teaching Vinnie how to act and behave would take time. He had a lot to learn and it was impossible to teach him everything. What were they going to do if Vinnie fucked up at Phil's job? There was no way he could go back to school and make something of himself in this new body and do his old job at the same time.

"I sort of know someone that does voodoo." Vinnie said suddenly. "She's a bruja. She does all this black magic shit. I helped her out once. I think...she mighta done this."

They had Baxter drive them to the hood, and he was perplexed as to why his boss suddenly had taken such an interest in some random street kid. But he knew better than to ask questions.

They found the bruja in her apartment. Vinnie knocked in his new body and found himself feeling more confident at being taller and older. He guessed it just came with the territory and he smiled to himself. The bruja answered the door.

Her name was Isabella and she calmly said.

"So you found a new body, my little friend."

They sat down on her couch. What followed was a long conversation. She told them she always had a soft spot for Vinnie. That she wanted him to have a better life. That he had protected her from thugs with his wits many times and for that she was grateful. She thanked him by making him more powerful and the spell was that the first man he wished he could be, who was truly powerful, instead of himself, he would become that man. And the swap was permanent. They couldn't go back. Phil dropped his head and Vinnie smiled in his big body and nice shirt.

"But," Phil said in his now teen voice. "He doesn't know how to act in my body. He doesn't know how to do my job. If he's going to...be my guardian...how is that going to go down?"

"I'll see what I can do." The incantations, candles, spells, potions, etc took all night but finally Isabella filled the room with incense smoke. They became dizzy and collapsed as she chanted.

"Hey. Hey, wake up sport."

"Huh?"

"You had a good night's rest, champ."

"Vinnie?"

"Better call me Phil, now. Come on. Let me help you up."

"I feel funny."

"I feel great. Great enough to take on all of my cases. I have a subpoena to take care of today as well."

"You sound different."

"I know how to do everything. All of it. All the legal talk. All the laws! It's all up here now! And I'm talking like you, too."

"Well, what about me? I still remember everything."

"Yeah, we both do. We can both have our own experiences but now I'll be equipped to handle whatever adversity comes our way. I promise I'll take care of you, little buddy. I'll send you to college and if you want to be a big lawyer like me, I'll hire you out of school. Now, we really have to get going. I need some shut eye and its 2 AM already.. I have a big day ahead of me."

"How's my sexy boy?" Phil asked, sauntering in one day.

"I'm just back from a workout. What do you think, Daddy?" Phil felt up his "son". Fondled his big muscles and kissed his new beard. 

The new Vinnie couldn't believe how much he enjoyed just being taken care of by his new sugar daddy. As time went by they fell in love and the new Vinnie developed quite a huge body in college. The two men found they had a lot more in common now that Phil had taken over the law practice and all Vinnie had to worry about was getting laid and grades. Cash flow would never be a problem again and the new Phil enjoyed being a big older man while the new Vinnie really enjoyed his time being a teenager again, hanging out with teenager friends, having sex with various boys he brought home, with Phil's permission. Sometimes they would have threesomes. Life was good and full of sexy fun. Neither one of them regretted the swap after just a few weeks of initially changing lives. And it continued that way for a long time.

Proving a Point Part 1

"Austin, I do not believe you! This is so irresponsible!"

"Dad, come on..."

"No, Austin. You need to admit what a big deal this is. You need to get how you know nothing about responsibility. Part of growing up means you have to deal with adult problems, and this is about as immature as it gets. So explain to me, from the beginning, what exactly happened?"

 "Nothing!"

"NOTHING? Care to try again?"

"Well it wasn't my fault because Casey and Eric were skateboarding with me and Casey swerved in front of me and it was a complete accident!"

"Where were you skateboarding?"

"I don't know," Austin said meekly.

"I don't know? You don't know? Are you sure?"

"Okay! I was on the hill."

"You were on the hill I've told you not to skateboard on. But you wanted to because you wanted to look cool in front of your friends!"

"Dad, please!"

"No, you are grounded for the next two months. You almost got killed. A car could have hit you, and you wound up breaking someone's radio antennae. And the car that swerved...you're so lucky they aren't pressing charges or suing me!"

"Their car was fine though," Austin said quietly.

"Yeah, and they had some old woman inside and they had to stop real hard. You don't think about how hard it is being a single father. You have no idea how hard it is for me to have to deal with this shit."

"This is so unfair," Austin pouted, his voice cracking.

"What? What was that? No, I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing."

"No, tell me how good I have it."

"You have it so good! You don't have any problems like I have!"

"HA! Are you kidding me? You are so grounded. Grounded. that means no TV. No video games. Nothing but books and studying. No loser friends, either. You want to look cool in front of them, just wait until they see you with no skateboard. Which I'm taking, by the way."

"You never want to hear my side of anything!"

"And you never learn anything!"

"If I was in charge it would be different. I wouldn't treat YOU this way!"

"Like a maturing adult? I don't know why I do. I treat you the way my father treated me. You're in a child's body but one day you'll be a man and then you'll be glad I taught you everything I did, especially about respect, of which you have very little. Now, I have a business dinner to attend. If you leave this house, I'll know and find out about it. Believe me. Go to your room and think about what you've done."

Austin went upstairs. Life was so unfair. He hadn't meant to do anything. He couldn't just tell his friends he wasn't going to skateboard with them. He had to act cool or he wouldn't have any friends and then he'd wind up getting bullied like some of the kids he'd seen at school. Things went on all the time when adults weren't looking. Dad just didn't want to care about how hard it was being a kid. All he cared about was himself. He walked to his room and miserably laid down on his bed, and buried his head in his pillow. 

I wish I could be in charge and not him, he thought. He drifted off...

Downstairs, Larry (Austin's father) dozed on the couch. He was exhausted. It wasn't enough he was working his ass off to pay all the bills and give Austin the chance at a life he never had, but now his kid was just not listening to him. He just wanted Austin to listen and do the bare minimum. He had to do SO much more when he was a kid. Too bad they didn't live in a house with a big yard, with wood to chop. Austin could learn a thing or two from doing that.

He drifted off, unable to fight off the fatigue...

Austin woke up on the couch where his father had been dozing. Rubbing his eyes, he got up. Did Dad bring him down here? He was so tired. He walked around the coffee table thinking something was off. He felt dizzy or something...everything seemed contorted. Was he dreaming? He must be dreaming, since everything was at a different angle...it was like he was way taller. He must be dreaming or sick or...

He walked into the bathroom and saw his dad.

"Dad! Sorry! Where did you come from!?" He blinked, terrified for a moment, in a way he couldn't describe. "Why are you saying what I'm saying AHHHHHHHHHHH!" His eyes went wide. His father's eyes went wide. He waved. His father waved.

No it can't be. It can't be it can't be it can't be! NO FUCKING WAY, he thought.

The man in the bathroom looked at his reflection in disbelief. He scoffed several times, and looked at himself like he couldn't possibly believe what he was seeing. He tentatively reached a hand up to touch his rough sandpaper stubble, and ran a hand over his chest, covered in fine black hair.

He looked around, looking for someone who was in on the joke, smiling enthusiastically. 

"Testing, testing. I have my dad's voice. I look like my dad. OH MY GOD!"

This is real. I have my dad's voice. I have my dad's chest hair. I have my dad's...  

He immediately dropped his boxer shorts (boxer shorts!) and realized how much had changed. He delicately took his now absolutely huge dick and smiled and just held it in amazement. His balls were also huge, two big eggs on either side. 

"This is crazy. This...how did this happen?" He looked at himself in the mirror. "And who the hell cares? I got my wish. Oh wow. Wow wow wow!" He did a little happy dance in the mirror. 

Dad must be...me. I guess. I hope he's me. If he isn't me, someone else is. What if a bunch of people switched with each other and someone else is in my body? I better check. Just to make sure.

He walked upstairs, smiling at his newfound weight as the stairs creaked when before they didn't. He added a little momentum as he ran to his room. He prepared himself. Smiled. Took a deep breath. Knocked on the door. He heard his body groan. He opened the door. His body looked at him sleepily, got up, looked confused, looked back at Austin, who was now the dad in the room, the adult smiling down at his son.

"Hi, Daddy."

Larry screamed and found himself trying to run but Austin was too big and stopped him easily. The two danced with each other, Larry struggling in a moment of complete panic and confusion. Austin covered his mouth so he couldn't scream and held him down on the ground after they wrestled for a while. 

"It's okay. It's okay, dad. I had the same reaction. Well, you know. I mean, it's real and all and you're in my body now. So I'm going to take my hand off your mouth in just a sec and I want you to be calm, okay? Don't freak out. One. Two. Three." Austin stood up and looked uncomfortable as his "son" got up and was still breathing shallowly. 

"How the fuck did this happen? I must be going crazy. I'm having some kind of psychotic breakdown. This isn't real. I must be crazy."

"Nope, we just switched bodies. It's so cool! I have armpit hair! Look!" He twisted the armpit hair and then looked back at his dad mischievously. And grinned. He was carrying himself the way he did as a child, with his arms twisting in embarrassment and glee. 

"How could this happen? I was on the couch. I dozed off. And now I'm a..." Larry ran to the upstairs bathroom down the hall. He flipped on the switch. Everything towered above him. Suddenly the ceiling was WAY further up than it had been before. "This is impossible. Why am I in your body? Why?! Why did this happen?" He looked at his son suspiciously.

"I dunno!"

"How did you do this?"

"I didn't do this. I have no idea how we traded but I'm glad we did! I'm in charge now!" His face made an "O" as it dawned on him. "I was wishing I could be in charge. Someone listened cuz now we have! This is amazing."

"Well I need you go give me my body back! I need to go to a work dinner tonight! It's important."

"No. You're not goin' anywhere. CUZ YOU'RE GROUNDED OHHHHHHHH!" Austin did a ridiculous victory dance in front of his father, and moved his now giant arms and legs in "yes" gestures, shaking his fists in victory and smug self congratulation. "I'M AN A-DULT. YOU ARE A KID. I'M AN A-DULT. YOU ARE A KID!" he sang-song.

Larry stared up in complete disbelief and horror. "No. No, I'm not a kid! I'm in a nightmare. I need to wake up!" 

Austin stopped to look down at his dad and scoffed as if he couldn't believe Dad wasn't accepting reality. He'd accepted it pretty quickly! He picked up his father and held him in mid air, and then carried him in his arms. 

"Wow, this is awesome! I'm totally big and an adult and you're all little!"

"Put. Me. Down, Austin. NOW."

"Okay!" Austin began to fling his father on the ground and then swung him last minute until he was on the floor, unhurt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh I'm bigger than you, dad! And you have to do what I say, cause I'm your dad now and you are my son!"

"We have to SWITCH BACK! THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN!!!"

"Well young man, I think we need to talk about how you need to respect me more," Austin said, crossing his arms. The phone rang. Austin went to his dad's room to answer it. 

"Do not answer that!"

"Why not? It's MY phone!" Austin was really enjoying every minute of this. "Hello? Yes, this is Larry. Why? Uh...I just took a nap. I will. Yeah. Sure. Okay. See you soon!"

"Who was that? Was that who I think it was?"

"Yep that was that fat dude you work with. I'm gonna go to a party!"

"You can't and you won't!"

"Uh huh!"

"You can't drive! You're a little boy! You don't know the first thing about operating a vehicle!"

Austin's eyes went wide. "I can drive now! I didn't even THINK of that!"

"Oh god..."

Austin ran downstairs and Larry followed.

"Son, you can't go to that party. It's at a restaurant and it's a fancy business dinner. I forbid you from going."

Austin swung around, putting on his dad's pants now. "Wow your pants fit me! This is SO AWESOME!"

"You can't do this. You'll get killed if you drive."

"So I'll take a cab. I got plenty of cash."

"No. No it is too expensive. You will to take a cab." Austin dialed and asked for a cab and Larry was helpless to do anything.

"Hey, what restaurant is it at? I need to know that."

"Well I'm not telling you!" 

"Just kidding, the fat guy told me where they were. They're gonna go to a bar first and get some drinks and I'll meet them up there. Hey. I can drink beer now! Wow!" Austin looked very comical to anyone that might have walked in at this point, a grown man excited by such things would be very out of place indeed.

"Austin, you can't just leave. We need to figure this thing out."

"You figure it out," Austin said, putting on his dad's shirt and sportscoat. "Hey I look pretty good. You know, for an old dude."

"Have you thought about how the hell we're gonna get back?"

"No, why?"

"Because we need to a) figure out what happened and b) figure out how to get back to normal. Can you think of anything that might have caused this."

"No dad, I told you." Austin rolled his eyes. "I dunno. But I'm gonna go to your fancy shmancy dinner so suck it.  Ha ha!" 

Austin went outside to wait for his cab. He went through his dad's wallet, checking out his credit cards, and new ID. "When I get back you'll have to tell me all the numbers I need for these. And how much money I have now."

"Can I tell you how to do my job as well?"

"Nah, I'll figure it out. Can't be that hard. Can't be as hard as being a kid."

"Jesus, I can't believe this. Austin, please, do not drink tonight. I...have work tomorrow. Oh God. Just claim to be sick. Stall for time, that's what we need to do."

"Nope, I'm gonna go to work tomorrow and you can go to school and I'm gonna have tons of fun because your life is WAY easier than mine."

"Ya wanna bet?"

"Yeah! If I'm wrong...I get to keep your body!" Austin laughed at his own joke and bent over and was generally acting like a little kid acts, being very physical and moving all over the place with hyperactive happiness. He swung around the porch column in circles while his dad tried to talk to him. 

"Son..."

"Hey my cab is here. Cool. Well son, have a good night. Don't stay up late for me. I have work tomorrow. Because I'm a cool grown up and stuff."

"This is not happening. And I will wait up. You come the hell back as soon as dinner is over, do you understand me?" Larry pointed a tiny finger menacingly at his son. Austin responded by not being the slightest bit concerned and he waved goodbye as he got in the cab, bouncing on the seat a few time and smiling like he'd just won the lottery.

Larry went back inside and watched TV waiting for his "dad" to come back. What could possibly happen if Austin went to work for him??

TO BE CONTINUED

Not Your Usual Field Trip part 2

"Well, look who's home!"

The two new dads were hugging and laughing when their two "sons" showed up with their aunt Vivian in tow.

"What the hell? Are you two drinking beer? I'm going to whoop your hides!"

"With what, little man? And by the way, we are back to normal, Viv."

"Yeah, we switched back a little while ago."

"I thought these two were trying to pull one over on me!"

"No, they're not! We didn't switch back! Honest, you have to believe us!"

"Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me how to operate a forklift."

"Okay, you...uh...you...there's a....I can't remember," the 8 year old said, sadly and quietly, looking lost and embarrassed. "Uh...I know this."

"Well I guess that's that! We didn't find the magic man but everyone got all switcharooed back into themselves. Oh I'm so relieved! These two have been trying to hide it, but they were back to their normal selves in the car, begging me for ice cream. Like I'm supposed to be tricked into thinking you two were your dads when you asked me that! Well, I'm smarter than that I tell ya! Bye, bubbie. I'm off. Toodles!!"

The man who was now known as Kevin shut the door slowly behind his crazy aunt. The boys protested and tried to get her attention but she was off to kiss her poodle in the car.

"Well. Well. Well."

"Give us back our bodies! Or else!" the real Kevin shouted inside his 8 year old body.

"No. I don't want to. Now SIT DOWN. BECAUSE I'M GOING TO EXPLAIN HOW THINGS ARE GOING TO BE RUN FROM NOW ON!"

John started to cry so his now huge son sat his six year old bottom down in a chair by picking him up and setting him down.

"From now on? We have a new pecking order in this house. And new names. You'll go by Charles. I'll go by Kevin."

"And I'm gonna be you, son," said the former six year old, "And I'm gonna be Jerry. I have your mental capacity now. This is gonna rule."

"But I wanna be a grown up again!" John cried, and started to throw a tantrum. 

"Well you can't be, buddy. We made a wish and so did you. We'll take care of you two and be one big happy family. You'll see. Now what's your name, buddy?"

"John!" his father said defiantly, in a silly six year old's voice.

"No, that's my name. Your name is Jerry. Say it. NOW." His deep, authoritarian voice made his former dad respond. "Okay, my name is Jerry. I'm sorry, can I go watch cartoons now?"

"I can't believe you did this to us! We've turned into a bunch of kids this is all your fault I hate you John! I mean Jerry!"

Jerry started to cry again.

"HEY. YOU APOLOGIZE TO YOUR BROTHER RIGHT NOW!" Charles commanded. Kevin gulped. "Unless you'd like me to tan YOUR hide. Like all the times you tanned mine."

"I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Dad said frantically as his now huge gigantic son motioned to throw him out of the chair. Then he smiled and picked up his former father by his arms.

"Now let's get ONE thing straight. We're in charge. We're the dads. You call us Dad or Sir. You never call us by our old names or tell anyone what happened. Or I'll tan your hide. Get it?"

"You're in charge! Okay, just let me down!"

"That's good. You're respecting me." He put his father down. "Now who am I?"

"You're Kevin. You're my Dad."

"Who are you?"

"I'm...I'm Charles. But I'm a man. I can't live like this...we need to find Max. I need a beer." The pint sized child walked over to reach for one of the bottles on the shelf.

"Looks like you don't understand! What are you doing? You're a child!"

"No...you can't tell me what to do! You can't! I don't want you to!" Suddenly the new Kevin swept up his son in his massive arms and carried him over to the chair, sat down and put his son over his knees and pulled down his drawers. Smack! Smack!

"Now don't you ever try and take a sip of my beer EVER AGAIN. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Charles said, unable to mask his pain. He sniffled.

"Now you and your dad and I are going to be a loving couple and raise you right."

"A couple? Oh sick, you two are...no it couldn't be!"

"Why? You two were lovers."

"No we weren't! We were only friends!"

"Then why do we have memories of falling in love and being together?"

"That's not what happened to us! What did you wish?" the 8 year old accused his six year old brother.

"I want to watch Spongebob."

"You go ahead. We need to talk to your brother," the new John said. Then after he had left, looked down. "Must have been the wish. I wished we could be just like mom and dad had been, in charge of kids instead of being adults. So Max must have made us a couple."

"Fine with me. We make one damn good looking couple. We'll be good parents. This is all for the best, uh...son. I guess I have to get used to calling you that."

"We're never going back, then? That's all?"

'Yes, son. It is. Now go watch cartoons with your brother."

"Yes, sir."

The two men comforted each other and cuddled, their rich strong muscles tenderly rubbing against each other.

"We did just like he said. The incantation and the symbols mean we get their memories and abilities, but looks like we got a few extra."

"Fine with me. We make better parents anyway. They'll get used to it. My former wife did when we told her I was leaving her for you."

"Mmmm, everything is as it should be. Now come here."

The family was a lot happier with the new dads in charge and they only disciplined their boys when it was absolutely necessary. Over time they convinced the boys not to bring up the subject. Eventually John barely remembered it except as a weird dream and Charles became very respectful of his fathers.

New Young Buck in Town

"You got something to say to be, boy, say it."

My teenaged father smoked on his pipe, oblivious to the problems of the world.

"No, nothing I haven't said already. This is just weird, is all. I mean, you're in a whole different body, for crying out loud. It's not like this isn't going to take some getting used to. You are asking me to tell people you are my son. You are the man that was responsible for bringing me into the world. You can't tell me this isn't weird."

"Son, I understand your concerns and believe me I've thought of everything you have. I will all work out. I paid this young buck fairly handsomely for this nice young body. And he is 1000 miles away from here, all cozy in his...uh...my old cabin. He'll be fine."

"He is a 17 year old boy with the body of a fifty five year old! You sucked decades off of his life!"

"And he also was the same one who shot people and dealt drugs and have you forgotten about how he held you up? Mugged you? Son, what I did may seem cruel but this young fella was headed towards life in prison. Me? I'm going to use these nice firm muscles and work for a living. Not that I have to with all the money I've saved, but hell, I could become a bodybuilder in no time with these genes, with this youth!"

"You're right...I guess. I just worry that he'll die in your body and feel guilty over it."

"Well if I decide he's truly changed then maybe I'll switch him using the talisman with some other horrible young man headed towards a life of crime. Until then, don't worry so much...bro."

"Trying to pick up the kids lingo these days?"

"Can't hurt. Young fillies like the kid lingo." Dad puffed on his pipe and tapped the remains of ash out the window.

"And nothing says young like pipe smoking."

We got out of the car to walk across the parking lot to the gas station.

"Come on, dad!" My father said laughing. "Let's go get me some new clothes. I feel like wearing some cool new threads my first week of school. Hey, do the kids still like buckskin?"

I sighed loudly. "I'll take you into town so we can go to the mall. Just follow the trail of Oxy pads and the wailings of  Justin Bieber and I'm sure you'll find something."

"You're pretty bitter towards the kids these days. Maybe you should go back to high school sometime," my dad said, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm bitter. I'm 35 and my dad is 18 years younger than me. You're half my age."

"Oh now, son. Don't be like that. As soon as it's feasible, we'll switch you with some young fella. Then you can be all young and full of cum like me."

"Thanks for sharing, dad."

"Seriously, it's like a fountain at night. I cum so much I could sell it on tap! Maybe I will. Ah, sonny boy, I can't wait to start hitting the gym. I have so much energy!"

"I'm glad one of us does. Come on, son! Let's go get you ready for school!" I said, as we walked inside the store.

"Thanks, dad!"

Temporary Teacher

So far, being Mr. Waterson isn't all that bad. When he first told me I could be a teacher and he could be a student I totally thought he was kidding me. For years, he had toiled in secret to obtain a special remote control. I guess he was once part of a government team that put together the body switch device. Anyway, he was able to promise me my own remote if I ever wanted to switch again. The only deal was I couldn't go back in my own body. It's his now for good.

I am still deciding what body to take next. For now I am really enjoying being older. I was REALLY nervous about being middle aged but it's more of a turn on than I thought it would be. I don't have the stamina I used to and I really have to watch what I eat. But I love being able to smoke my pipe or go into a bar for a beer without getting any stares. And I love all the guys I've been having sex with.

My newest goal is to find someone young with a real fetish for older men and switch bodies with him. Either that or...maybe some gangster thug. Yeah, I don't intend on teaching high school forever. It's so cool, the idea of switching bodies whenever you want. For now I'll just enjoy the ride!

I hope I did a Good Job Tonight

"Let's see...I think I have this right." I said, carefully shaving my face. It was still new to me.

"You're doing great," said Lucie. She was dad's girlfriend. Well, technically now she was my girlfriend. But she wasn't.

I finished shaving and splashed water on my freshly shaven face. I could feel the stubble still. My face was so rough now! It felt weird still. I am not used to it.

"Okay, so now we just need to get you dressed and ready for the party. I'll go over it one more time with you. What is your view on the renovation project for the school?"

"I'm all for it. The sports program brings a lot of money into the school. We deserve to have a decent...um...environment. Working environment. And student environment." I looked at her hopefully.

"We deserve a good infrastructure."

"We deserve a good strucshure."

"Infra. Structure." She sounded the word out. "And what else? What's your view on the collegiate scholarships?"

"I think we need to increase them by...15 percent!"

"Yes. Good. Why?"

"Because it isn't asking too much, it's just the right number. It's uh...it's..."

"A diplomatic solution."

"Right. Yeah, that. A diplomatic solution. Do I have to wear a tie?"

"Yes, you do. This is important. I can't believe that's you in there, Chase."

"Me neither. It feels weird being tall and big and I have to tell all these football players what to do. I have a job..." I trailed off in disbelief. It had only been four days since dad and I had switched bodies but it felt like much longer, like months. I had thick stubble for days because I didn't know how to shave. And I didn't know how to drive so Lucie had to drive me everywhere.

"How's the cure coming along? Have you found the old man?"

When my dad was coaching college football, I often got left out. I'm only twelve. Well, I was only twelve. And then one day this old man was watching the players practice. We were the only ones there. He said he knew my dad, but later when I told dad about it he said he had no idea who the old guy was. Anyway, so the old guy was talking to me and I told him dad never spent any time with me. I wasn't angry. Just sad.

"No," I say to Lucie. "No trace of him. No one has seen him. Except me. That once."

"Well I put some internet postings up. And we'll work this out. I promise. We will find a way to get you back. But for now...just...try to act like your dad."

"Okay! Um..."

"What?"

"Can you help me with the tie?"

She smiles. "Sure thing, tiger."

Tiger? She only calls my dad that! She didn't seem to notice, though. I change in the bathroom and I'm standing there in my underwear and overhear her on the phone.

"No. No he hasn't found out." Lucie closed the door to go into another room in the house where she couldn't be heard. What? What did she mean?  "I have been. Yes, I did. Yes. Of course. Thanks, grandpa. I owe you one." I'm standing outside the door. I'm only wearing my dad's...er...my boxer shorts. She comes out startled.

"Hey! Pete, sweetheart. What are you doing? You should be getting dressed."

"Did you do this? Did you make it so me and dad switched bodies?"

Lucie looks panicked and then pulls me into the walk in closet. It's cramped but I can still stand up without having to bend over. She pulls on a light bulb string so we can see.

"Okay. So...yes. Yes, but! You can NOT tell your father. You two can go back to normal but I need to teach him a lesson first."

"Why?" I ask, totally bewildered.

"Because he made out with another woman. And he doesn't spend any time with you. He really doesn't even think of you most of the time. Well, that's changed."

"I guess that's true."

"I uh...I have to say though that so far you have been doing a wonderful job of being the man of the house." She ran a hand over my big crotch. The boxers aren't covering all of my dick now and it's getting bigger. I gulp.

"Oh...um.  Thanks. You're um. You're pretty. I mean, you're nice. And um." I stand there, awkwardly, and she continues to run her hand up my massive chest.

"I will tell you what. Keep this a secret until I switch you guys back at the end of the month and I will...make it worth your while."  She kisses my neck and starts rubbing my sides.

"We're gonna be late." I say meekly. She runs her hands over my arm hair.

"I guess we'll just have to be late then." She kisses me and takes off my boxers. I'm at full mast now. I've had some practice with my new dick over the past few days but it's like it has a mind of it's own now. I groan as she gets on her knees and puts her mouth over it. In no time I'm getting the hang of my first blow job! I just can hardly believe it!

"We have to be quiet. Dad's still here."

"He's in his..your room playing video games."  She goes back to licking my cock immediately. She's insatiable. Soon I gasp and clench everything and all of my cum is squirting into her throat and she is eating it! A girl is actually eating my cum! This is so cool!

She stands up and kisses me and I put my big arms around her. "Maybe we don't have to switch back," I whisper.

"I'll consider it. But you have to bring home the bacon. Do a good job at the big adult formal dinner tonight and I'll consider it. Tiger," She kisses me once more and goes off to brush her teeth. I'm naked except for a wife beater. She brings me a towel. I get to the bedroom and lie down on my dad's bed and cradle my new cock before putting on his...my shirt, my suit, my pants, my tie. Hey, I tied it all by myself. I grin to myself. Maybe being dad won't be so hard.

My New Old Boss

My boss Mitch fired me last week. What he didn't know was that my family had a long tradition of exacting certain magic spells onto our enemies and friends alike. Most of the time I used my magic for good, trying to make a better world. I would make spells to mend friendships, make people more attractive if I felt they really deserved it. I would sometimes even help people after bad breakups to help them forget how bad they felt. In other words, everyone at work liked me without really knowing why. People feel good around me.

The exception was Mitch. Mitch was head of my department and had long given me a hard time, even promoting far less qualified people ahead of me. The office didn't like him all that much but I was his least favorite. Mainly because I'm gay. He used the economy as an excuse but I was one of the best employees there, and everyone knew it. If he had been more fair, I would have felt bad about what I did next.

I walked straight up to Mitch's spacious house on Friday morning. Mitch answered the door with a cigar in his mouth, customary for him.

"What the fuck do you want? You ain't gettin' your job back, faggot! Get out of here before I call the police!"

"Invite me in," I ordered, and opened up his mind to a very temporary hypnotic spell of suggestion. For the next ten minutes he would have to do as I asked.  "Now let's go into the kitchen. Act normal."

"Sure, why wouldn't I?"

"You will do everything I say. Get your son to come downstairs. And put your cigar down in the ashtray."

"Jeremy! Come downstairs!" Mitch barked. He put his cigar down. His cel phone went off. He answered it. "No, do as I tell you to do for once and get those reports in and I don't care if you spend all day doing it! And you won't get overtime. It's your fuck up. No, I don't care what everyone else is doing today. Your such a worthless piece of shit. Do I have to do everything? Get your ass in line! And don't call me again. I'll be in soon and then I can ream your ass out all over again. You stupid piece of shit. How about I fire you? How about that? You want that? No? Then stop blubbering." He hung up. "Fucking women."

Jeremy had come down. Jeremy was Mitch's ten year old son.

"Dad, who's he?"

"Huh? Oh, this is Nate. Nate, this is my son Jeremy."

"A pleasure." I shook his hand. He was shy and retreated back into the corner. "Although I think I remember you at the family picnic."

"Yeah, well get ready for school. Don't just stand there." Mitch ordered.

"No, Jeremy, don't. I have something to tell both of you. Mitch, stand up." Mitch stood up. I placed an amulet around his neck.  "Jeremy, put this on."

"Dad?"

"Tell him to do as I say. Please."

"You heard him, Jeremy. Do as Nate says. Wait, why am I doing everything you say?" Mitch looked confused. Time for the show to begin!

I began the incantation, which was in a language only sorcerers could speak, one which had been extinct for 4,000 years. In a matter of minutes, it was done. Both amulets glowed intensely in the morning light, then flickered outside of the gems, hovering in the air, and crossing over to each other's necklaces before disappearing inside the opposite gems.

The man and boy blinked.

"You can take off the necklaces now. Thank you." I collected them and put them in my briefcase.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house? Get the hell out of here!" Mitch started to scream. The spell was wearing off.

"Not so fast, shorty."

"Shorty? Who are you calling?  Wait...what happened? How'd you get so tall?"

"Dad??" Jeremy asked, wide eyed. His dad was getting shorter! Mitch shrunk a full foot and a half, until he was swimming in his shirt and tie and he panicked, screaming and looked at his shirt draping over him until it touched the floor.

"What the fuck??? What the fuck! What the fuck did you DO to me!" His voice came out like that of a much younger man.

"Now it's your turn," I told Jeremy with a devilish grin. Jeremy was now taller than me. He had been so concerned with his dad he hadn't noticed until he was at my eye level.

"No way! No way!"

"See boys, I am a lot more powerful than a mere office worker. I have other duties which I attend to. I have other bosses in another world and I do a lot more than just oh, make copies. Jeremy was standing next to me, and looking down at his shrimp of a dad, who had lost any sign of stubble and suddenly become very smooth faced.  Jeremy's face aged to that of an older teen and then a young man in his twenties.

"No. This isn't possible!" Mitch screamed, and it was the voice of a child. He still had a man's face but that wouldn't last long.

"Dad? Dad? What's happening, mister? I'm as tall as my dad and he's my size and holy shit!"

"Don't you use that language you little shit!" Mitch screamed. Mitch now looked like his teenage self, with the height of a child. Jeremy's face aged considerably to a man in his thirties, only wearing a Pokemon shirt that was stretched out way too tight.

"Ow!" Jeremy took off his shirt to reveal some very nicely grown muscles. "Is that my voice? I sound just like you dad!"

"And now you look like him. Go find a mirror, Mitch." I said to Jeremy. "And as for you, Jeremy. Let me help you out of those big boy clothes." I lifted off the dress shirt and tie off the bewildered man-child. His face was now that of his son's.

"I'm a grown up and I look like you, Dad! Did you do this? Why? Dad, I'm so tall. Wow, I can't believe this! this is so like, cool and stuff!"

Mitch had to clutch his boxer briefs, which no longer fit his childlike frame.

"Change us back! I'll...even hire you back! I promise!"

"Shut up. You're not doing anything. But you, son, you are. You are going to take over for being your father for the next few years."

"What? WHAT?" They both said in unison.

"Yes, until Jeremy is 17, I am making you the father Jeremy, and you the son, Mitch. So you'll go by each other's names. You are now Mitch," I told the grown man. "And you are now a little boy. Some put on some of his clothes. It's time for you to go to school. I'll drive, since I'm the only adult here who knows how. Oh, don't worry, I'll teach you later, Mitch." The bewildered shirtless man peeked under his own stretched out shorts, and took them off so that he was in his underwear.

"WOW!" He looked around in confusion, then headed to the bathroom. "WOW! My pee pee is SO BIG!"

"Don't do this. Don't do this. I can't be a child. He is the child!"

"I did my homework. You have some other family that you don't see that often. Your ex wife never visits since she moved to Europe. And you are very stern disciplinarian to your son. Well, I guess that wasn't a very good idea, in retrospect. You are more of a bully, to everyone. And now your son will be in charge of you as punishment."

"You better change me back or I'll kill you you son of a-"

I picked him up and lifted him in the air. He let out a terrified yelp.

"OR YOU'LL WHAT SHRIMP?: Don't like being so small? Well tough shit. I tossed him down on the ground and he whimpered. "And your son is my size...a bit bigger actually. Just imagine what he can do."

Jeremy was behind me now. And smiling widely. "Yeah, dad. I'm bigger than you now so you better do what I say. You're gonna go to school so get ready!" Jeremy then walked over to the still burning cigar and put it in his mouth.

"Don't you dare! That's mine!"

"Shut up, shrimp." I sneered.

"Yeah, shut up shrimp," he said, smoking for the first time. "Wow, this is COOL! This is SO COOL!" Smoke came out of his lips. "My mouth tastes funny, dad. No wonder you like doin' this smokin stuff."

"I think it's time for you to both get dressed now. We're wasting time."

Jeremy savored his cigar as I helped him into his new shirt and pants. I showed him how to tie a tie, but told him we would practice more later. The new little Jeremy sulked out in his son's clothing and sneakers.

"Your shoes feel funny, daddy."

"They're dress shoes," Jeremy said sullenly.

"Okay, Mitch." Both of them looked at me. "The new Mitch. Get used to your new names. Okay, new Mitch. You and me will drop off the youngster then go into the office and you'll rehire me and give me a new position and a raise. Is everyone ready?"

"You'll pay for this! I swear it! And if you so much as dare to tell me what to do I'll make you pay for it!" he said, threatening his new dad. The new Mitch got angry for the first time. He put down his cigar stub and walked over and adjusted his tie and felt his new muscles.

"Oh yeah? How you gonna make me? With these?" He yanked on his dad's pipe cleaner arms.

"OW! Stop it!"

"Stop being such a baby! That's what you tell me. You're gonna be short and I'm gonna be tall. So do as you're told." He crossed his arms and smirked down at his dad. "You're not gonna change us back, right mister? I don't want dad to ground me."

"Oh I'll change you back after seven years. In the meantime, get used to being Mitch and have fun with it."

"I can do that!"

"And later...I'll take you to a strip joint and you can really enjoy this body of yours."

"You with like naked girls and stuff?" Mitch's face showed shock and childlike awe. "Really?"

"Yeah, man. You're a grown up now. As for you junior, do you have your backpack?"

"I...yes."

I drove them to work and school and later Jeremy had a blast. He is doing a lot better in the month since I switched them. I have been teaching him the ropes of his job and he is a lot more pleasant to be around. Everyone says how glad they are that we are friends now.

And helping people is what friends are for. Thanks to me and my new old boss.