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and now we were swapped
🕑 Added 2022-01-26 00:50:14 +0000 UTCI still can't believe my own 16 year old son did this to me, especially when I confided in him the secret that our family had been keeping for generations, it was a simple necklace with a simple stone in the center, but its simplicity was just a deception for the strange power that the stone kept, you only needed a piece of clothing from someone else to be able to become an exact replica of that person.
It could be anything from a sock to something bigger like a t-shirt, all it needed was for that piece of clothing to be worn regularly by the other person.
It all started with a little demonstration, I gave him one of my old t-shirts that I used to wear for my work, I couldn't help but laugh when my son came out of the bathroom only wearing my t-shirt, on his body he looked like he was wearing an old woman's dress. He, still in disbelief and believing that I was just playing a strange joke on him, put on my shirt, obviously it was so big that he looked ridiculous, unfortunately my little skinny son did not inherit my best genes, he was small, thin and even a little clumsy.
but after I put the necklace on his neck all that changed in front of my eyes, I tried to reassure him as he slowly transformed into an exact copy of me, the color of his eyes changed, a thick beard grew from his hairless cheeks and began to grow at a pace so fast that in a couple of minutes we were looking at each other at the same height.
-It can't be!-He quickly put his hands over his mouth only to discover his new and lush beard -Dad! this is amazing I'm... .I'm- the little necklace came loose from his neck on its own after doing his job.
He reached for the necklace just as the necklace started to slide down his new furry chest. -It's me, of course until you wear this thing with your own clothes again, Remember that this thing comes loose when it finishes transforming so you must be very careful-
I was trying not to look down, after all he was half naked now and I was using my own body so I just threw him a pair of shorts I used to wear around the house and turned around for him to get dressed, and before he knew it he simply took the shorts and ran to his room to lock himself in for a few hours, I didn't see him again until dinner and I didn't dare to ask him what he did all those hours that my body had.
It was a bit awkward having dinner with my own reflection but I took advantage of the situation to order my favorite food and show him how not only his body had changed but also everything right now he had my tongue and all my tastes. the shocked expression on his face when he took the first bite of the sushi roll brought back a lot of memories, -You know? my father did the same to me at your age it is something like a tradition in the family.
after dinner i dusted off one of my old records and put it in the old music player we had at home and put on my favorite record “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac, my son and I didn't get along so well so seeing him smiling moving his feet to the rhythm of the music and spend this time as “father and son” or was it like “father and father”? no matter. why it was really nice to have someone to hang out with at home.
But all good things have to end, there can't be two "me's" out there so when I told him that he had to return to his original body his expression of happiness changed to one of sadness -Don't worry son we can repeat it another time - I handed her the necklace along with a pair of her socks, she would probably have to throw them away soon my feet were much bigger than hers so there was a good chance they would rip as soon as she tried to put them on.
After 5 minutes of insisting he finally understood -You're right there can't be two like you out there right? -
I should have paid more attention to his words I was a real idiot when I trusted him with the place where I kept the necklace.
The days and weeks passed as usual and since then we never had that connection that we shared while the two of us were me. BECAUSE THAT SON OF A BITCH STOLE MY LIFE!
One day I returned home after drinking a couple of beers with a couple of clients and having celebrated that he had closed a lucrative contract with my company, my son took advantage of the fact that I was drunk. and using my own body I undressed, with the stupid excuse that I had to change to sleep, at that moment I didn't suspect for a second what he was planning.
But the next day I woke up horrified and hungover-free in his skinny, young 16-year-old body. while he was asleep he dressed me in his clothes and put the necklace on me, I left my room confused, everything looked much bigger than before and I just felt...pathetic is this how my son always felt?
Simply walking my house for a couple of meters seemed like a eternity my legs were thin and quite short now, I looked in his room and then in the bathroom it seemed that I was nowhere until I heard the sound of the front door opening, I ran as fast as I could and when I arrived "Him" He received me dressed in my suit and a superior smile on his lips covered by my old beard. My son had stolen my life and now we were swapped.
Versión español: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WhPNMAXur7KwnsZVINPE1zkl3bCl3tCA_xkCJPwomeM/edit?usp=sharing
