O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Trick or Switch

by Otaru_grower

Part 1: The Fortune Teller

Frank Gatling was an imposing man. Over 6'2", with Italian good looks, glistening black hair, a chiseled jaw, and a wide chest highly noticeable through his T-shirt, he good have been a model. Wearing his black studded leather motorcycle jacket, he walked into the living room through the front door. He walked briskly into the kitchen and deposited a small plastic bag full of Halloween goodies he could use later on that night. He flashed a smile in the circular mirror. Still got it, he thought. That cool looking guy, who could be any hero riding off in the sunset, with carefully trimmed sideburns curving inward, that point of hair at the center of his forehead that had yet to recede, at the tender age of 34. He just looked cool. Tan enough, just enough crags in the face to look mature, but not old in the slightest. Hell, he still looked mid twenties, at least. He took off his jacket and flexed a meaty, tanned, hair covered bicep, the T-shirt wrapped tight around, his muscular butt cinched within his jeans, and he patted it for effect.

It was no surprise that he was single again. After all, he was not your typical, average guy. Most often he got whoever it was he wanted. Unfortunately for him, the guys that qualified for that most often weren't around in his area. He'd been dead set on moving to a more urban area once the chop shop he owned took off more and he was sure he could sell it at a major profit. For now, his devastatingly macho good looks would have to go in for an occasional quickie where he could find it. His last fling had resulted in a few months of happiness…a young college quarterback with thighs that just wouldn't quit. He smiled. Life had been very fair to him…

The only thing that didn't fit very neatly into the equation was his young adopted son, Robbie. He'd had Robbie since his infancy. Robbie had been the son of a friend of his, who was not at an ideal station in life. He had decided he'd wanted a child, badly, and had no desire to go through the system and publicly admit being gay and getting all the hassle that went along with it. He had a few discreet gay friends he confided in and that was enough. For now he was raising his ten year old son the best way he could, and in a safe neighborhood at that. And now it was Halloween! Time of mischief and magic. A time where Robbie could still live his dreams as he chased them down the streets in the night, filling up with sugared treats with memories to last a lifetime. The memories of his own happy childhood flooded through him. Wishing you could be anything, and then for one night having that dream fulfilled. And everyone treating you accordingly. Werewolf, people pretended to be scared. Cowboy, people tipped their hats. Soldier, people saluted you! On and on, like that. Fireman, gunslinger, construction worker, his costumes had become decidedly more masculine as the years went on. Now, people noticed him, but in a passing way. Most guys just didn't look at him the way he wanted them to. He had begun to wish for a more simpler time, when he didn't have as many mundane decisions in life…when people paid more attention to him, gave him praise for practically anything he attempted. He wasn't close to his family, so Robbie was his sole familial obligation.

And what an obligation it was. Robbie was turning into a phase that was less than pleasing to the man who was always captain of his team, as it were. Bullied lately more and more, becoming withdrawn almost to the point where he'd considered a child psychologist. But he'd opted instead on showing him martial arts moves instead. The only thing kids listened to was action. You didn't get a reputation by being whiny and complaining to teacher if you got picked on. Kid had to learn how to be his own boss.

Robbie came in a little happier than usual. He'd made several Halloween themed art projects (the kid was really talented at school, in all areas, of that he was most proud).

"Hey, bud. You ready for a night on the town?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna go change into my costume!" "All right, but don't take too long. I'll be ready as soon as I get into my own. Picked up some face paint on the way home." Frank flipped his shades on and strode into the bathroom. His costume was simple: army fatigues (pants and vest, so he could show off his arms), dog tags, a smear of camo on his cheeks, one black and one green under it (more like a linebacker than soldier, but then he didn't want to cover up his whole face) Two lines under his eyes later, he trudged his bodybuilder physique to wait for Robbie in the living room. He cringed at the thought his son originally wanted to go as a witch. They'd made a compromise so that Robbie was go as a wizard, blue hat with stars, robe to match.

Robbie hurried downstairs and soon they were off.

"Hey dad?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Do you ever think magic is real?"

"Well, depends on what you mean by magic. But I mean, hey, anything's possible. I guess if there is magic it's really rare, ya know, so I wouldn't count on coming across any, except for stage shows, David Copperfield…"

"Do you think he can do magic? For real?"

"Hard to say," he said, and smiled. His young son was earnest. Not long ago they'd discussed why Robbie didn't look so much like his dad…he'd been honest with his son for over a year and a half, since he though Robbie was old enough to understand. But, he thought, as a result, Robbie had become increasingly more fantasy prone, wanting to escape his parents abandoning him. 'Hell,' he thought, 'kid lucked out getting raised by me. God knows where he coulda ended up.'

Still, Robbie didn't have his father's genetic makeup. And that was a shame. He wasn't a bad looking kid. Didn't need glasses or braces, but he was kind of on the puny side (looked a bit like the kid from that new film Freaky Friday, the one playing the younger brother).

Kids reveled in the dimming sunlight. Witches and goblins, fire "men" and mummies, cowboys and Indians, the whole gamut. The first few houses they went to the people were more than responsive, always thinking Robbie "so adorable", "Too cute!" and the always popular "Oh, I wish I had a camera!".

Time passed, and the sun set. Kids still ran around, more and more the older type of kid without parental supervision as time worn on. They took a few turns and wound up walking along the trail above the river for some time. Tall, shadowy woods loomed above them in olive gray hills, fog seeping down from above, winding its way along the houses bordering its steep inclines.

The last street ended up on the opposite side of a small bridge, above a small tributary that branched off from the main river. Across that side was an almost abandoned looking street of houses. The wind blew across cold and lonely as they made their way to the other side. It was odd, he had never been here as it was only approachable by foot. He wondered how the people parked their cars that owned these houses.

The houses themselves were old. Too old. High chimneys, highly gabled, tall and narrow skeleton-houses, that creaked and cracked and leaf-bathed, dry crumbling patterns of red and musty yellow swirled out of their way as they made their way down to the one house with lights on.

"This place looks abandoned…" Frank spoke out loud. "Must have escaped the realtor craze to sell them off because they're so far out here. Indeed, they had wandered for hours towards this direction because Frank had never been there. A black cat leaped at his feet and hissed. Frank let escape a small yelp, and then cursed.

"Spooky, huh?" said his son. He laughed.

"Yeah, you were more scared than I was, I was just doing that for your benefit." Frank retorted, and laughed again.

As they made their way past the silent, dead houses, with their beautiful gates, iron wrought pinnacles, weather-vanes, lightning rods, and small, tastefully carved, gothique statues of winged creatures, they approached the very last house. Frank opened the loud, rusty gate, and it screeched open.

"You first," he told his son, who approached hesitantly. Two bright jack-o-lanterns met them on either side of the porch. One absolutely gigantic, the size of three watermelons, and the other small, and portable. Frank almost did a double take there.

Incense burned on the wind…not the fragrant kind you could buy in the mall, but something older, something that reminded him of the woods, of autumns he had run through the woods, lucky in his childhood to be undisturbed, unregulated, free.

He knocked on the door, an old fashioned, large door knocker. The design of the house was definitely old. The porch was large, roomy, though cluttered with weird objects (was that a real iron cauldron, covered almost unrecognizable with rust?)

The door opened. A woman in colorful gypsy garb (what a great costume) met them at the door. Bangles, red and gold dress, frilled blue and gold and gray skirt, ruffled but old shirt sleeves, covered with a tan shawl…this woman had spared no expense!

"Greetings! Huzzah! I am so glad you have come and found me!" she exclaimed. "For you see you are my only visitors tonight, young ones. Oh, I am so a dapplebrain, where is my mind, come in, come in! You are to be my only guests, I will have to greet you as such, don't be afraid, I am but an old woman living alone, and I miss the company of males esteemed as yourselves. Enter, please, humor an old woman!"

"Well, I don't really see the harm," said Frank as they walked inside. "Man, it's some place you got here. It's really to the edge, isn't it? I didn't even know the town extended this far north…"

"Yes, I don't get many visitors, but I keep busy. I run my business from home, you know."

"And what's that?"

"Fortune telling! Ah, what else?" she made a shrugging gesture.

He laughed out loud. "Of course! So…this is your gig, I guess, all year round, is that it?"

"Well not all year, I do…a fair bit of traveling, I used to do more, but as I get older I think, I should be settling in a nice area for a while, give my old bones a rest."

Robbie looked around him while the grown ups talked. Books lined shelves everywhere, old decrepit. Titles like "Skulls: Voodoo for the Intermediate novice and how to utilize bone fragments for practical purposes", "Fun with the Future!", "Transmogrify and Transendentalism: A How To for the Discerning Necromancer", and "Seven Steps of the world's most Successful Witches" lined up in his eyes. This woman was kind of scaring him.

"You see, I provide a use here that is unmatched…my tarot have eyes everywhere," she said, mysteriously. Her black hair, turning midway to gray, glinted in the light of the fireplace as she drew near it. "Perhaps you would like a free reading? Ah? But first, I forget tradition!" And she scurried over to a pantry. Frank and Robbie exchanged an amused glance.

"There! Treats for you both!" and before Frank could protest she placed a small confectionary into his hands, he felt the smooth contours of it in his large, manly hand, and its spicy odor wafted throughout the room. He pocketed it in his camoflauge shirt, and Robbie placed his likewise in his robe.

"Uh, look…uh, I'm sorry what was your name again?" asked Frank.

She stalled for a second. "You would find it hard to pronounce in English. For now, you can call me….Madame Illusia," she said, her eyes widening, her face tightening to hide a mischevious smile.

"Madame Illusia, thank you for the tour, but I should really get my son home before it gets too late, he has school tomorrow."

"Ah yes, youth needs rest and you, my young stallion, you as well. But, for tonight and tonight alone I offer readings without charge, truly an offer of wonderous means. Surely you could not pass up a short amount of time? And surely the young wizard here would like to pick up a few…eh, tips?"

He smiled. What the hell. It would give Robbie a few memories to remember.

"Yeah, sure, I guess it couldn't do any harm."

"I do not promise anything regarding harm, either protection from, or otherwise," she said. "All I do is…see what needs to be seen, yes?" She made her way over to a circular table in the old fashioned room, that looked like it was all decorated in the earliest part of the 20th century. She shuffled the tarot and arranged them accordingly, and held the crystal ball just within arms reach, touching it gently with a finger.

"You will," she began "experience much change in the time to come, I find that is certain. You have many *desires* you hide from the world…many alterations you wish to make in your existence to make it more to your liking."

"I have to admit, you got me there," he admitted.

"You have a great deal of energy in the House of Mars, or is it the House of…Eros, hmmm."

Frank blinked. He didn't know much about astrology, but this didn't sound too familiar.

"Ah, yes, the Tower…the one in which you sit to view the world. And the dwarf. A sign that your tower vantage could change sooner than you think. Your location in the world appears most uncertain."

"I've been thinking of moving. That it?" he said, suddenly realizing for a split second he was believing all this nonsense.

"Per…haps. Ah! The locus of measurement, the alchemist's stone jar. And The Lightning. And The Ziggurat, oh my, my, my. And look, The Jewel of Loki! I have not seen that card in a while…"

This was beginning to get strange to him…from what he remembered these weren't normal tarot cards, not like his sisters used anyway. Maybe there were different kinds.

"I fear that you are not safe from your desires," she concluded. "Whatever the spirits have aligned for you will affect you very soon. I cannot do anything about it. However, perhaps you can take this…" She produced a small wooden box she rooted through. "This signet has remarkable properties, and if you use them wisely, your safety will be guaranteed. However, it has been unpredictable to me in the past…"

He looked down on it. A dark black scarab beetle, carved out of some kind of what looked like volcanic stone. Once shiny, now rather dull and unnoticeable. He didn't know why he looked at it so long, but then broke out of it, and said:

"I can't accept this," in a rather perplexed voice. What was she doing, giving away heirlooms, the poor old bat.

"I wish it, and you can return it to me when next we meet. It is only for your current state of affairs, you will need it and if you heed my advice well, you will certainly proper for it."

He thanked her, in a hurried manner, exchanging pleasantries, and wanting to get the hell out of there.

Down the dark street he and his son walked, the cold biting his bare forearms, and he clutched the scarab until it almost hurt. They neared the bridge and he led his son by the hand, even though the rails were more than enough to keep anyone from falling. Towards the entrance he noticed something funny…a gate was in place where he could have sworn there wasn't before. The bridge had been wide open. He lifted Robbie over it and placed him on the opposite side, and then hopped over himself.

On the green metal bars was a sign, that proclaimed in broad letters:

PRIVATE PROPERTY. TRESSPASSERS WILL BE FINED! KEEP OUT!

He blinked again. This was weird. Did that old woman, that Madame Illusia, know about this? No wonder she didn't get any visitors if she didn't. Maybe he should tell her…but the way was even darker now, and he thought it would be better if he and Robbie stuck to civilization for a while…

He and Robbie made small talk. How was school, school was fine, hey do ya think ya wanna play any sports anytime soon? Nah, the other kids would laugh at me. Who cares about other kids? You'll never be good at something unless you actually try, he told his son. You have to get in there and show em' who's boss!

How late was it?, he wondered. He hadn't seen a single person since they started walking back home. Down the river trail he decided to take a shortcut through the big park that bordered several neighborhoods.

There were many things bothering Frank about the way the whole night had passed. He saw that his son was eating the candy the old woman had given him, sucking on it thoughtfully. They traipsed through the park, which itself was a heavily wooded area, lit sporadically by small street lights. Frank suggested they root through Robbie's bag and see how much he'd collected. It wasn't a bad haul. They sat on the stone steps of an old trail under dim light, just opposite from them an empty tennis court lit by a powerful white lamp.

"Hey, so you got away with a bunch, didn't you?, he asked his son as they got up to walk again. "Man, I'm jealous of you, you know that?"

Robbie blushed. "Why? Because I'm a scrawny kid?"

"Are you kidding me? Hey, do you know what I would do to be a scrawny kid for a while?" He stopped. Woods gathered on his left hand side, the court he was just beginning to pass on his right. Robbie stopped as well. There was no one in sight, an isolated place they couldn't be seen or heard.

"Did you just…feel something?" Frank said, wiping his temple. "It was like a vibration. Ran through me when I said…when I said I wished I could be a kid again. Hell, I was even thinking how cool it would be if were to switch bodies…just like in the movies. You me, me you."

"That'd be sweet!" exclaimed Robbie, his redbrown hair shining in the night, having long taken the wizard's hat off. "I'd like to know what it's like to be an adult. I've thought of it…watching you. I wish I was that big, everyone would look at me different."

"Yeah, and then maybe you'd learn something. And I could just kick back for a while…" his voice trailed off as Frank took the bit of candy out, his only piece, and popped it in his mouth.

He chewed on it for a second, it melted, and he swallowed. It tasted…strange. Like an amalgam of things, impossible as that was. He wiped his face again, realizing he was sweating, increasingly.

"Say it again, dad."

"Why?" Frank replied nervously.

"I dunno. I just wanna hear you say it, I don't know why…" Robbie said, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, confused.

"All right," Frank said carefully, stroking the scarab. "I wish I was you. I wish I could be in your body, and you could be in mine. Heh!" He started shaking his head. "It's silly, though, since there's no chance-" And that's when the wave hit him. Like a compressing vise on all size, like a giant's fist that seized him, forcing him immobile. His son stared for a second, in shock.

"Dad?" he moved forward, the two of them facing each other, when the same happened to Robbie.

"Robbie? Are you okay?" The wind started growing and blowing around them loudly.

"Dad? Dad, I can't move!!"

"Neither can I, son! Just…ow…just don't try and fight it, I think it hurts more that way!" What the hell is going on?!, he thought.

"Robbie! Robbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!" Frank called, as he fell. No, wait, he wasn't falling. He was still standing on his own two feet. So why was the world moving slightly? It was strictly down, like he had walked into a depression.

"Dad?? I feel funny! It's burning! DAAAAD!!!" The wizards had bobbed around at their feet.

Frank went down another couple of inches, as if someone had dropped him, but he could feel his legs were not the same as he remembered them. No! he thought. I'm getting shorter!

Robbie shot up another couple of inches after Frank, taking his turn.

"No! I DIDN'T MEAN IT!!!" Frank shouted. "I take it back! This CAN'T HAPPEN!!!"

But it was. He fell another couple of inches. How he was almost a foot smaller than he was before. He hadn't been this tall since high school. He licked his stubble. He was frightened beyond words.

Robbie shot up again, his shirt straining underneath his new proportions. He looked like he was in junior high now.

Frank could feel constant pressure on all his limbs now, especially his arms. It was like an incredibly grueling workout, where all he felt was more and more drained, the certainty that he could lift less and less now, increment by increment.

"SON! SON, DO SOMETHING!!" Frank shouted helplessly, above the wind. Lightning crackled off somewhere and made a booming noise.

"What??! DAD! DADDY!!!" shouted Robbie, his voice cracking and changing before Frank's eyes and ears. Frank licked his lips again and this time there was no man stubble, but only faint wisps over fresh skin. Robbie saw the five o clock shadow fade from his fathers face just as Frank noticed a wispy coloration emerge over his son's cheeks. His son…his only son…growing at an exponential rate. The robe fell off fluttering from the wind leaving his son standing there in a very tight T-shirt and pajama bottoms. And then Frank realized with horror…

My son is at my eye level!!

"Daddy!" Robbie cried out, now an obvious teenager. "I'm scared!"

Frank couldn't answer. Instead he was hit with a jolt of pain worse than before. "AAHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHH!" He wanted to tear his arms free. His shirt flapped and flapped over his decreased mass. He was now even shorter than before. Another burst of energy was zapped from him and he could feel his legs contracting, the bones getting smaller and more compact, less massive. He could feel lots of room within his boots and wiggled his toes freely.

His son groaned and yelled as he grew like a tree trunk over his father.

Son!

"Son!"

But he couldn't hear, he was jolting from something like an electric shock, and he could see his son's chest expand outward as Robbie convulsed. Once, twice, three times.

"UHHhhhhhHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" was the only sound Robbie was able to make, sounding like he was an older kid doing push ups.

"Son!" he shouted, in the voice of a young teen. Then again: "SoooOOOooooooooooooooooooon!" and his voice lowered several octaves.

'I sound like a goddamn kid!' he thought. Of course, I'm becoming a goddamn kid! That stupid witch did this!

"Dad??" said an incredulous, wide-eyed Robbie, whose hair had darkened to dark brown, looking like a closely shaven high school jock.

"No! Change us back! Please!!!" Frank screeched, his childish voice getting lost in the air.

Robbie's biceps thickened, the shirt snapping in several places, made of thin cheap material. Somehow Robbie could move his arms now and he tore them off the tattered strips, revealing a hard mass of chest and abs beginning to form.

'I think it's almost over,' thought Frank frantically, nauseous and exhausted. He honestly felt like crying.

"AaHHHH!" he exclaimed, hearing his own child's voice but not believing it. A wave like a heated mirage floated around them.

Frank contracted until his foot could bang around in the massive boot. His clothes surrounded him, touching the ground like some sort of hoop skirt. His pants were bunched around his legs and he struggled to move his thin, hairless legs around them, his ability to move was just now coming back to him, slowly.

Robbie's face changed, and remolded itself. The jaw became different..familiar, and Frank knew whose it was. Shady black glistening hair, straight and triangle shaped on the forehead, deep impressions below the eyes, sexy cut sideburns that curved in just the right way. Lips to die for. That smile, those ears, that massive chest he now looked UP to!

And then the wind died down.

Robbie panted in his new adult body, trying to come to grips with it, trying to keep from blubbering, but it didn't.work. He took two steps forward, his pajamas torn on the knees and sides where he'd exploded from them.

"D-Dad? You're…you're little!"

Frank looked in shock at his own body.

"This isn't possible," he said in his son's voice.

"Yes it is, you heard what that old woman said! Change us back! C'mon! You're the one that did this!" he said, his baritone surprising him, a child's vehemence and persistence still clinging to his voice.

"ME? You're the one that did this! This is your fault! You did something!"

"I didn't do anything…" the grown man said, looking incredibly hurt, and then he began to sputter crying again, holding it in and then releasing it in very un-mature spurts.

"Alright, ALRIGHT! Listen to me son," Frank said, knowing how strange it was those words should come out of a child's mouth. Robbie, in his father's massive body, knelt down and sat cross legged, still crying, holding in in, letting it out in little bursts. "Now son, Robbie, I need you to be brave for me, okay? Here, blow," he said, taking a remnant of his son's pajamas and tearing them easily enough at the knee and wiping his now-grown son's nose with it. Robbie blew.

"It doesn't feel like my nose, dad!" he cried. "I don't want to be in your body, I was just kidding! You told me real magic doesn't really exi-ii-ii-ist. Robbie-in-Frank's body heaved, his lip quivering like mad.

"C'mon, son. The old woman did this, she can turn us right back." Frank said, getting up and turning around from consoling his son, only to trip on his massive pants. (Who could ever fit into these?, he briefly thought before realizing that the GIANT pair of pants were once his.) "Uh…" he said, rather embarrassed. "If we don't want people to notice us, son, I think we'd better switch clothes. Robbie wiped his eye and sniffed.

"Okay…"

They got up, slowly, and Robbie took off his pajama bottoms. Frank saw the package and his jaw dropped. Great, he thought. My son will be the only kid in fifth grade with an 8 inch shlong…

They exchanged underwear (Robbie's was killing him) keeping a lookout in case anyone should come by. Frank could smell the familiar body that was once his, so masculine, so drenched with power…now…not his. They traded pants, and Frank put on the wizard's robe, and before that his son's now stretched out shirt.

Robbie fared better, his father's clothing hadn't been torn or damaged at all. He noticed that face paint still on his dad and joked. "You look like Harry Potter going into Desert Storm," They both laughed. A little.

Robbie awkwardly followed his father, terrified, but delighted by his new girth. Everything had new perspective. He walked over and in awe touched monkey bars he once would swing across but now *couldn't*! He grinned. Frank was the forward one, ushering them both forward and encouraging his son not to waste time. They trudged on back through the familiar streets, and the backstreet that led to the tributary. The fence and sign were still there, the houses across from them deserted.

"I'm getting tired!" Frank complained. "I've forgotten what it's like to have a body this tiny."

"I know whatcha mean. I feel so much…heavier. Like I don't even have to try. I'm not tired at ALL!"

"Thanks for sharing."

They got to the house. No lights were on. Things creaked, shutters banged a tiny bit against the house. The porch was emptied of all the artifacts that had been there just earlier. The jack o lanterns were also gone.

Frank tried knocking on the door stopper, but couldn't reach it, even when he jumped.

"Hey. Mr. Adult! A little help, here!"

"Oh! Sorry, dad. I'll get it." Robbie knocked. Once, twice, a few times more. "Maybe she went to sleep?"

"She did and I'll wake her up! Hey! You in there! Madame Horrifying! Get out here! This is not funny and I demand you change my son and I back! We CAN'T live like this! It's not right!"

Things banged against the house, empty and still except for the wind.

"Should…should we go home?" asked Robbie. Anyone else watching this might find it comedic a grown man should keep asking a little kid to tell him what to do, and wait to see if it's okay with him.

"No, we should not go home! I'm going inside! You are too, C'mon, I think I saw a window slightly open when we were in there…"

They made their way around the house and found it. Again, Frank couldn't reach and had to get his son to do it for him.

'This is so humiliating…' he thought, as Robbie helped him up. He himself climbed in, his dog tags rattling against his large bodybuilder chest. They both moved toward a wide, dusty mirror.

"Wooooooooooow," Robbie softly exclaimed. "Is that *me*? He touched his ruggedly handsome face, the grown man looked back at him and smiled. He wiggled his fingers. The man wiggled them back. He posed, flexing a bicep. What power he now felt! At first he had been afraid, but now he was starting to really like this! He moved his hands over his chest and his abdominal muscles as well, ran a hand over his whiskers. Whiskers! 'I have whiskers', he thought. 'Shit, that's awesome!' But only said: "Woooow."

"Hey, look. Over here," said Robbie, over by a table. On it was a candlestick with three lit candles. And a note, that read:

Dear Frank and Robbie,

"As you have by now guessed, I am not a normal fortune teller. Sometimes I help people get to their future, meet their future, fulfill their dreams, desires, wishes. I sensed there was imbalance to you both, but I did not interfere directly. If you are reading this, then the houses of your beings have exchanged, that is to say you have switched places for a while. The cosmos is full of beings charged with changing themselves, either temporarily, or for the rest of their lives."

Frank gulped. He didn't like the sound of that.

"You should know that if this has happened, it is because you both desired it and wanted to enact the reversal of your lives. I only helped you along the way to your goal. The scarab is your key should you wish to return to normal, but it will not be possible until the stars are in correct alignment, so a period will pass where you will have no choice but to continue as you are..."

"Continue as you are! Why that--!" Frank fumed, gripped the paper, sweating, and read on.

"If you need assistance before then, simply consult the oracle scarab; it will guide you without fail. Let the moon pass once before attempting to shift, if you truly need assistance I will come, and in the meantime, may the stars bless you and the cards watch over your safety.

Ever your friend and guide through the cosmic realm,

The Madame Illusia"

"That can't be…she can't…what are we going to do? We can't be stuck in each other's bodies for an entire month!"

"Looks like we have no choice, dad."

"I have the chop shop to run! You have to go to school!"

"Maybe we can do each other's jobs for a while," said Robbie, thinking it could be fun to work on motorcycles and sell them.

"I don't know *what* we're going to do. All I know is, I'm NOT going to school tomorrow!" said Frank, crumpling up the note and discarding it on the floor.

"Hey, dad, do you still have that scab thing?"

"Scarab," Frank snapped. "And..yes, it's in my pocket. Or is it your pocket?" He held it in his hands. "Change us back…change us back…" He got frustrated and made Robbie try it, then they both held it and tried, but nothing happened.

"I guess it's like her note said," said Robbie, apologetically.

"I can't believe this! This is impossible! How did this happen?"

"You did say you wished you could be a kid…" Robbie said, shuffling his feet and looking "up" at his father nervously.

"Yeah, I…I was thinking about how carefree I was as a kid, how I had no worries…but now I am worrying! I can't live your life, and you sure as heck can't live mine! We'll have to somehow wait things out and deal with this for the time being."

"Kay." Robbie shook his head attentively.

"Hoo boy. This is gonna be one hell of a month. Shit," he said, the word sounding almost comical coming out of a ten year old's mouth.

They walked out of the house, and into the dark and past the gate and along the streets, and past the river, and through the park, until they were finally in front of their house.

"I guess you won't be driving ME to school anytime soon. Hey, do you think I can drive now? Since we'll need to like, go shopping n' stuff?" asked Robbie eagerly.

"We'll talk…" said Frank grimly, not having any intention of letting Robbie near his hog, or his car. He reached absently for his key before realizing it was on his keyring. In his pants. On his son. His son in his pants. This was not good.

"Hey, could you open the door?" Frank asked. Robbie was confused for a sec but then looked down.

"Oh. Okay. Uh…which one is it?"

"That one." At least I can reach my doorknob at home, he thought darkly. It doesn't even feel like my home anymore. As they walked in he felt so much smaller, everything was so much more alien that it had been before.

They trudged up the stairs. Robbie noticed the stairs now creaked slightly under his weight. Several things like this had been delighting him for hours now. He was getting used to the bulk, the weight, the power, the manly voice, all of which was now his. 'I don't care what dad says, I'm drivin' he thought. And then, a thought occurred to him. 'And..if he doesn't like it, what is HE doing to do about it?' He smirked. He was gonna kind of like this, he could tell. Better not show it to dad, though.

Robbie opened the door of his room and flinched from almost hitting the ceiling of the door with his head.

"Hey, uh…dad?" Frank turned to face his son.

"Hey, I think my bed doesn't fit me anymore. I mean, I'm a man now. I was…I was just wondering…" he hesitated.

"If we could switch rooms?" Robbie smiled.

"I don't think I'll fit." He was right, thought Frank. It would be like trying to sleep on a few couch cushions for me..I mean, him. I mean…arrgh!

"Alright," he conceded. "But don't go through any of my things. That's Daddy's private stuff," he clarified. It was strange, he as a child, speaking with such authority on what should and should not be done.

"Okay. Deal. But choo can't look through any of my stuff either."

"I think I can manage that," Frank in his son's body smiled.

Robbie extended his muscled, adult arm with an open hand. "Shake?"

"Shake."

His son's hand gripped his, and it was firmer, stronger, and for a flash second, it scared Frank. What if his son realized he held all the cards? That he, Frank, was virtually powerless? What would happen if they had an argument, if Robbie acted up like he so often did, not wanting to do what he was told. But all children were like that at some point or another. Frank would just have to play the next month out very, very carefully.

"Well. Good night, son."

"Night, dad." Robbie yawned, and his adult arms reached the ceiling. "Wooooooow," he said, staring at his hand, as he tested it, feeling the ceiling, then feeling his bicep with his other arm.

Frank waited until his massive son lumbered off to his, Frank's, room, and the door shut.

Shit, he thought. Shit, shit, shit, I am in such massive shit. Why did I ever wish such a stupid wish???

He tried to get to sleep, and calm his nerves. Luckily, he was a little tyke now, and that didn't take too much time, before he was out like a light.

 

Part 2: "Playing House"

Robbie closed the door behind him, and felt himself fascinated by his new height. EVERYTHING looks different from up here, he thought. He surveyed his new room. His father's room. He stripped off the camoflauge shirt and walked into his dad's bathroom. His stern-looking father's face met him in the mirror. He smiled. His dad's face smiled back. Masculine. Confident, bulky, he still couldn't believe how much space he lorded over!

He opened up the medicine cabinet simply because he had never been able to reach that high before. He had been in fifth grade just the day before, now he had strands of chest hair! And stubble! Man, I bet I could grow a beard now if I wanted to, he thought.

He picked up a wife beater shirt and pulled it over himself. It looked very good on him. He began to pose in front of the mirror. Feeling his bicep. Making a muscle. He stretched out and bared both his enormous biceps, their weight strangling out any thoughts of being beneath others. He was tall now! BIG. Like Tom Hanks in that movie, but way bigger. He was bigger than most guys. A total jock. A total stud. Then a thought crossed his mind. He hadn't even checked out…! And suddenly, but gingerly, he removed the belt to his pants, and slipped them down. Poking outwards was something larger than he expected; a bulge that down against his leg, struggling against the boxer briefs.

His new dick was huge! He pulled back the underwear and made an "O" with his mouth, and a small sound of ecstatic joy escaped his lips as he took a step backward and hopped around on his feet slightly.

"I can't believe this!" he said giddily, to no one in particular.

He swaggered out of the room feeling more pumped than he ever had in his life. He was really feeling confident in this body now. He almost didn't want to leave! And he got to be in it for a full month, until the next full moon! That's when, like a werewolf, he would change back to his normal form, but then stay that way forever. Stuck in a puny kid's body. He hated fifth grade. All the kids that didn't want to be his friend…being an adult was his secret fantasy, and now it had come true! Being an adult was going to be so much fun. But…what did that fortune teller say? Maybe they would like their bodies enough to stay? But dad never would, he thought. He would just have to hide how good it felt to be an adult from his dad.

He stood in front of the closet and thumbed through all the clothes inside. His dad's business shirts. His dad's motorcycle shirts. He hesitantly touched the ties and pulled one out. He knew how to tie one but somehow it seemed so much more *right* now. He tried on a suit and walked to the mirror within the bedroom on the wall. He whistled.

"Gosh," he said. "I look like an adult." He said it in amazement. He tried on other clothes. One outfit after another. His dad's leather jacket! Black, with all the studs on it and motorcycle patches. It felt so…so good. So much better than his clothes.

The next thing he did was go back to the wife beater and boxer briefs and do some push ups. He counted how many he could do outright…200! He was drenched with sweat and kind of tired, but nowhere near how tired he'd normally be. It was 2 AM! And he felt great.

He sure looked older and masculine and good looking. He wondered now what would happen when he went into his dad's work. Dad HAD to let him…otherwise they'd lose money or something. And he knew he would have to make his dad go to school…otherwise someone might think something's wrong. And besides, his dad could do all his homework and get straight A's! He smiled at the thought. What could his dad do? His dad always got to make all the rules, but now…well, how could he do anything about them? Wasn't he the big one now? He was getting giddy at these thoughts. Tomorrow, he thought, I'll have to tell my new dad some stuff because we can't go on with him giving me orders. I mean, how'd it like, look to other adults. Now that I'm an adult, I have to act like one and like, not let him tell ME what to do!

Which meant…

His eyes turned to the dresser. With all his dad's super secret stuff inside! He went over and opened it. To his surprise there was no lock. And what he saw made him gasp. A man completely naked. Other men with huge muscles. Robbie knew his dad was gay but he had only an inkling he might be. Now, he knew though. With delicate pleasure, he lifted the magazines out and looked down to see what else was in there.

There were condoms, but he didn't know how they worked yet, and some jelly looking stuff, and a box of cigars. That was a surprise. He didn't know his dad smoked them. Probably just once in a while when I'm gone, he thought. And there were some handcuffs, but he didn't know why.

He sat back down and the bed groaned underneath his weight. Holding the magazine and going through all the pictures of grown men with huge muscles (just like him!) with sexy stubble or piercings and tattoos, and then he turned to the pages where he saw men going down on one another for the first time. His penis hardened immediately and rebelled against the confines of his briefs. He whipped it out. Handled it, and it was a slab that was bigger than he ever could have imagined…seven inches flaccid. He stroked and stroked, and joy entered into him like he didn't even know was possible, and he masturbated for the first time, stroking his massive chest with his new massive and long arm. He was over 6'3", he was a muscle stud! There were so many things to do now, that he could do now! He finished and climaxed and spurted huge cum shots all over his leg, but just as soon as it was over he felt the urge again. He did it three times, all in a row, until his hands were greasy with cum. He then hopped into the shower and delighted, washed up, feeling the difference of the shower spurt as it now came up to his face. He had never showered being this tall before! The difference made him start stroking his dick again and he spurted while showering, ecstacy filled his face. His libido was high now, he knew, and he would be losing his virginity very soon.

Finally, smiling all the time, he dried up and smiled in the mirror.

"You fucking stud, you. You're going to be an *awesome* grown up!"

He finally managed to get to sleep, but it wasn't easy. He finally drifted off, hardly believing this was all real.

Robbie woke up the next morning kind of groggy. He felt heavy, he noticed. Which was odd. Something prickled his face, annoying him. He lifted his hand to wipe it away.

Man, I really need a shave, he thought. A shave??! He shot up from bed and suddenly remembered everything. He was now his dad.

He bounded down the stairs with the same enthusiasm he did every day, only this time the floorboards creaked underneath his heavy weight. When he reached the bottom he had a slight sense of vertigo, because it felt like he must still be on the stairs to be looking at things from this height. He swaggered into the kitchen and put a friendly hand on his father's head.

"Mornin' squirt!"

His father, with his face, scowled. He looked kind of funny…a ten year old trying to be taken so seriously.

"That's not funny," he said.

Robbie laughed, with his new adult laugh. "Sure it is. I mean, we're gonna be stuck this way for like, a month right? We might as well make fun of it." Robbie sat down on a stool. He had never been able to touch the floor sitting on one before! His mind was taken aback with all the "tall moments" he'd been having ever since he switched bodies with his father the night before. His father was eating cereal and reading the newspaper. A pot of coffee was brewing on the stove.

"I thought you said kids shouldn't drink coffee," said Robbie.

"I did. I'm not a kid!"

"Coulda fooled me. I don't think you should do it if you said you shouldn't.."

"Don't try and use that against me. I am too used to coffee to give it up," said his father.

"It does smell good, though. Funny. I never thought it would taste good but now I can't wait to try some," said Robbie. "Mind?"

"I suppose not. But don't get too used to it," his father decided.

Robbie poured himself a cup after Frank did. They sat opposite each other at the breakfast table and both took a sip after their cups cooled. Frank spit his out, making a grimace.

"ugh! This…" he said, trying it again, and making a face and spitting it out into the cup. "This is horrible!"

Robbie practically chugged his. "Maybe its because little kids shouldn't drink coffee. You're not a big man anymore, dad. Maybe you've become more like a kid."

Frank's face held a moment of pain, and then it faded. "I don't like this," he said.

"So…what're we gonna do for money and stuff."

"I'll…you'll…have to call in sick."

"For an entire month? Come on!"

"Robbie, you cannot go to my work! You don't know anything about fixing motorcycles!"

Robbie looked hurt. "I've watched you. When you weren't even noticing."

"Don't pull that. Watching and doing are two separate things."

"Well, maybe I should ask the scab beetle then!" Robbie said, and dug out the stone signet.

"Robbie, don't! We don't know what it will do!"

"I WISH," said Robbie. "That I knew everything my dad did about motorcycles!"

The stone hummed and gave off a faint aura. Frank felt faint for a second an a slight mist collected around his head and gravitated over towards his son. Robbie gaped as it entered in through his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. He blinked.

"Whoooooa," he said. "I know how to fix a motorcycle now! I know all about gears and sprockets and engines, and how to unclog things, and even how to polish them!"

"I…" said Frank. "I can't remember. I CAN'T! You stole it from me, just like you stole my body!"

"That isn't fair, I'm not the one who did this! You were the one who wanted to be a kid again! Well…now you like, can be. And I can be the adult. At least for the month," Robbie said, folding his arms and trying to give the impression he'd decided this.

"But…but I can't remember anything, and it's my life. You don't understand!"

"Looks like I'm the one that does, now," Robbie said, bending down and putting a hand on his dad's shoulders. Which looked so small and fragile now compared with his own enormous bulk. "But dad, we need to make money to meet the bills, you're always talkin' bout that. So now, I just have to do what you do."

Frank's face was bewildered. "Alright," he decided after a long silence. "But this is still temporary, remember that, I get back my body and my knowledge of choppers after this is all over!" Robbie beamed, and grinned wildly. "BUT," Frank continued, "No more using that thing! I mean it, you used it this time but I'm putting my foot down. No more transferring stuff. It's…wrong somehow."

Robbie agreed, but secretly he thought: 'Like there's anything you could do about it if I wanted to. Just try putting your foot down. Mine's bigger!'

"Well, I guess I better get dressed for work, huh? Man, this is so cool!"

Frank followed Robbie up the stairs. "Try and talk with the guys as little as possible. They'll suspect something is up if you talk too much,"

"Aw dad, you worry too much." Robbie said, going into his new room and putting on a T shirt and jeans. He looked like a total macho stud. He put on the leather jacket.

"So…I guess you'll have to give me a ride to work, dad?"

"Uh…I guess you'll have to take the bus," said Frank.

"Oh c'mon dad. Just let me borrow your driving skills."

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Oh c'mon, you don't need em'. You're practically puny, no one'd ever let YOU drive." Robbie laughed.

"I am not going to send you off alone. I'll…I'll just have to go with you and instruct you along the way," Frank decided.

"That's gonna take too long. I have to be at work in a half hour!"

"Tough!"

"Oh yeah? I'll show YOU tough. I wish…"

"No!" said Frank, as he grasped pathetically as Robbie held the signet far above his head. "I wish that all my dad knew about driving was mine…whoa," Robbie got dizzy again and so did his dad. A wisp of knowledge smoke drifted up and filtered into Robbie.

"You little! Give it back! Give it back now!" said Frank, sounding like a spoiled brat.

"I'll do it, later dad, I gotta go to work now. I'll see you when I get home, and then we'll talk." Robbie hurried downstairs. He opened the front door just as his dad descended.

"And dad…before you get any bright ideas, just remember. If I decided to, I could put you in school. So be good and have a good day, alright?" Robbie shut the door and his father felt himself feeling both rage and helplessness. What could he do? Where could he go? What had he done to himself?

Robbie smiled as he saddled "his" new chopper. He knew how to drive a motorcycle now! He motored on out of the driveway, and with the wind slamming into him and his helmet, he zoomed on to "his" new work, while his dad pouted in the living room.

This is gonna be sooo cool, he thought.

 

Part 3: “Playing Dad”

Robbie maneuvered his new chopper into the bike shop and took off his helmet. His jeans were tight and his face was wind-bitten. In the shop, three guys, all of them hand picked by his dad, had already arrived and were in the process of putting a bike up for repairing the wheels.

He spent the first few hours experimenting with his new knowledge. As the guys kidded around he used all his dad’s tools and all his dad’s knowledge. And all it took was a wish. He’d be borrowing more from his dad later, he thought. Besides, his dad might not even know if he forgot more. What did it matter anyway? I’m the adult, or in the adult body now, so it has to look real or someone might get suspicious!

"Hey, Frank! Frank!"

Robbie turned around. He’d have to get used to his new name.

"It’s lunchtime, mi amigo. You wanna beer?"

Robbie’s heart skipped a beat. His father had told him what he’d do to him if…hey, waitaminute, he thought. I’m dad, and he’s me. I get to drink beer and tell him not to!

"Yeah," he cracked a smile. "Pick me up one at the deli wouldja?" He shelled out some cash out of his pocket. A half hour later, as he was straining to pick up a metal pole which was quite heavy, the two guys, who were named Butch and Riley, drove back on their bikes with food and beer. Robbie sat at the table he’d seen his dad and his buddies at so many times before. When he got his beer, he took it off the same way he’d seen his dad do, by using the counter. And then he took his first sip of beer. Not bad! In fact, it felt familiar and he could feel his body loosening up as he drank as he kicked back a few more. Afterwards, he ended up looking at Riley’s ass for quite some time as he worked on his chopper of the day.

When he was finished, he had grease on his massive biceps, and sweat drenched him, down his wife beater and the Tshirt over it, which he couldn’t wait to take off. The guys left one by one, until it was just him and Riley. Riley was brown haired, dark curly copper brown hair, and had a couple weeks old beard on him as well. He was young, just out of his training classes, and was shorter than him. And gorgeous. He had a bubble butt and a raspy voice that made Robbie’s heart beat faster when he heard it.

He was fixing something above his head when he heard Riley approach.

"Getting’ pretty hot nowadays, ain’t it, Frank?"

"Sure is."

"Hell yeah, I mean even at night it can still seem hot from the day." Robbie turned his head and saw that Riley had taken a chain hanging from the ceiling and wrapped his hand around it, and held another in his hands, leaning forward.

"Yeah, it’s been hot." Robbie leered at the tattooes on Riley’s arms, so rugged and masculine…his sweat scent and mixed with his cologne and it was…shit, it was making him harden up down there! He had never gotten hard in front of anyone before. He had never been hard before last night! What if he saw?

"Now I know you been lookin’ at me for weeks now. You hired me bove some pretty experienced boys, and I jus’ wancha ta know I appreciate that, Frank." Riley laid a hand on Robbie’s shoulder. "If there’s anything I can do for you," he whispered.

"You can take your shirt off." Robbie gasped as he said it. Maybe he’ll just think I meant because it’s hot! He thought about this, panicked.

"Well, alright." Riley lifted his shirt from his six pack abs and looked up at Robbie, and then took the shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Suddenly Robbie took action and tentatively touched Riley on the chest.

"It’s getting pretty hot in here."

"Maybe you should take yer shirt off too, then." Robbie did so. Sweat trickled off his massive chest and downwards.

"Hoo, boy you are a big one, aren’t ya?" Riley whistled. "Now how’d you like to take it a step further?" By now only the orange lamplight illuminated them and outside it was pitch black.

Robbie stepped closer and put his naked chest up to Riley’s. Then, as if by instinct, he grabbed Riley’s ass and gave it a firm hold and kissed him and he shoved his tongue in, enjoying every minute of it, but still scared. Riley was kissing back.

"Riley? Do you wanna? Suck my cock?"

"Like you need to ask…" Riley was slipping off Robbie’s jeans and his hard 8 incher throbbed. Riley yanked down Robbie’s brand new boxer shorts, and put his mouth around his penis, giving delicate slides up and down the shaft with his tongue. Robbie grasped onto one of the chains and then another, and moaned as minutes lingered like that. Riley would intermittently kiss his giant pecs, then suck his nipple, and then linger downward again and suck and suck. Finally he came, and Riley couldn’t even take it all because there was so much cum.

"God, you’re a stud!! I never thought I’d have an older guy just come along like this here in this town. I been dry a long time, Frank."

"Not anymore," Robbie said, fingering his own cock again, ready for more action.

"Goddamn, it just don’t quit. Hold on, here’s a condom, I got one here some fucking where…here!" And then in a magically swift period, Riley had slipped it over the shaft of his mighty member, first wiping it off with a rag. Then he ran some other jelly stuff over the rubber.

"Now fuck me, sir. Fuck me, please."

"Get down on the floor." Riley did so. Robbie slipped the scarab beetle out of his pocket and whispered "I wish I knew everything my dad did about fucking." And then after a brief few seconds the knowledge hit him. He smiled deliriously.

He fucked the man on the floor, and he fucked him good.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Hell yes!"

"Beg me! C’mon pussy boy!"

"Please, sir. Please fuck me! Ohhhhhh!" Robbie had never felt such power flow through him. I am Frank now, he thought. I’m Frank. I’m Frank, I’m Frank, I’m Frank…

Later that night, Robbie came in and it was midnight. He saw himself, correction, his former body sitting on the steps.

"I’ve been waiting for you to come home for hours!"

"Relax, dad. I just went to a bar. It’s called the 8Ball and a bunch of the guys went. I didn’t want them to think I didn’t like them…" He shrugged. He had gone, after all, he just hadn’t been thinking about anything but his virginity being lost.

"You should have called me…and what??? You are not allowed to drink, mister! Not at your age!"

"Correction, squirt, I’m your age and I like drinking. It’s not so bad once you get used to it. And Riley gave me a ride home." He smiled to himself at the innuendo. He did feel like he was gaining an adult’s point of view quickly, even if that’s something he never had to wish for.

"You will not talk to me in that tone of voice, young man!" said his dad, in a kids voice, and Robbie dismissed him, almost laughing as he stood there looking down on his dad.

"Tough. Hey, I’m you now. If you got a problem with that, then we’ll switch back and take care of it in a month. Right now I’m gonna shower. Then we’ll talk, alright champ?" Robbie tried to sound more and more like his dad, but his dad exploded with anger.

"Stop it! You’re not me! I’m ME! Not you! You’re just a kid acting like an adult!"

"Oh yeah? What do you know about sex?"

Robbie’s eyes widened. "You took that, TOO! How dare you! Give that back to me, you shouldn’t know any of that stuff yet! I should know! I should!" He stamped his little foot.

"You’ll understand all this when you’re older…" Robbie said, patting a shoulder and passing by his miniature dad.

"Look you little asshole!" Robbie swung around and picked his father up by the armpits.

"Now LOOK, dad! I’m your father now. Get that through your head. I have to act the part so just chill out, or I’ll lock you in your room, and make you go to school. Okay?" He set his father down again, headed upstairs and then showered. His dad was waiting downstairs again when he got back down, with just a towel around his upper torso.

"Hey. Sorry I was mad earlier. It’s just…I’m the adult now and I’m tired of being questioned, of you questioning me. Just let ME take care of things for the month. Be a kid again dad, and let me have some fun! It’ll all be cool."

"Alright. But just…give me back what I know about sex. Please, Robbie, it isn’t fair to either one of us."

"Just let me take care of everything. Now you should get off to bed. You can’t stay up like you used to…" Frank followed his son’s advice and went upstairs, but still slammed the door behind him.

I can’t believe it, I can’t believe this is happening! Thought Frank. It’s a nightmare! Wake up! Oh, I did this myself and now I’m trapped as a little kid and my son knows more about sex than I do…I don’t know anything! What do I do? What would dad do? DAD?? What am I thinking, he is not my dad! He is my son! I’m the adult! I am, I am, I am!!! He kicked his bed.

The thought of his new "dad" spanking him was far too humiliating to contemplate. Robbie would never do that. Even though I’ve spanked him on occasion, I always had a good reason for it. He gulped. Not that a kid would make the difference, or recognize the difference necessarily. What if he decided to make me go to school as revenge? He’d just have to be extremely nice to Robbie and treat him with respect, lest his son decided to make him really feel like a kid in front of other people!

Robbie paroused the stuff in his father’s cabinet drawer with newfound knowledge. Smiled. Things were definitely going to change for him. He took out a porno and started working his shaft. Dad didn’t have this anymore, and Robbie had a feeling Dad wouldn’t need it anytime soon, either. He smiled and worked his 8 incher.

The next day he started a series of smaller but still important wishes, taking information from his dad whenever it hit him.

"I wish I knew everything Dad knew about construction and home improvement and power tools."

"I wish I knew everything Dad knew about how to play football."

"I wish I knew everything Dad knew about working out at the gym."

He didn’t want to look stupid his first day. While his dad sat glumly at home watching TV one Saturday, he hit the gym for his first workout routine. He worked every muscle. He bench pressed over 200. He towered height wise above most men at the place. He loved dumbbells the best, though. He felt so manly and powerful and grown up, as he looked at himself in the mirror, testing himself repeatedly as his biceps strained to keep their bulk, their dense rock like strength. He felt proud about his body. He was, more and more he realized, beginning to think of it as his and not his dads, and he was already thinking of ways to well, extend the month long period the Madame insinuated (he was slowly expanding his vocabulary he realized, and that was creepy because it hadn’t even been a wish) Maybe being in an adult body, and in such an impressive one, was creating a behavior that suited his new frame.

Frank sat at home watching TV glumly. He sat on the enormous couch, once master of his domain, now this was the only time he felt in control. At least Robbie wasn’t here to change the channel to something stupid. Although, he did find himself with the new urge to watch cartoons. He suppressed it and watched more grown up stuff. Stupid dad and his stupid rules! He caught himself by nearly choking on his Yoohoo. What was he saying?! What was he thinking?! Being in this body was doing weird things to him. Just like it was doing weird things to Robbie…making them feel like they actually belonged in those bodies. It was so easy now to lapse and think that it was normal! He must, must not think of this as normal in any way. Worse, it was becoming increasingly normal for him to just do what Robbie told him to do! At breakfast his son was telling him to wash dishes and he found himself doing them! And when he started watching TV, Robbie told him to do laundry before sitting down and relaxing. He had every right, this was STILL his house, dammit!

Only, he couldn’t put his foot down now. It was Robbie’s… He felt a sudden, shameful loss. This just couldn’t be happening…

As Robbie sweated profusely on a bench in front of his new locker, he had a towel draped around his massive shoulders. A man on the far end looked away. Stealing a glance he looked back, thinking Robbie hadn’t noticed.

"Hey," Robbie, said. "I’m Frank."

"Hey," the other, smaller, more compact young college cutie replied shyly. "I’m uh…Elliot." He looked possibly like he was part Italian or possibly Greek.

"You like this gym? I often find I get impressive workouts here."

"Yeah. Yeah, it’s not bad." Robbie thought the kid had smoldering looks. Thick black eyebrows and thick, shiny, flat black hair with pointed would be sideburns.

"You go to the university?"

"Yeah, but…I don’t like working out there? Jocks, you know."

"They give ya shit?" Robbie found he could curse out loud now, and it was cool. He wasn’t some dorky little kid who cursing sounded silly coming from.

"Yeah, kinda…"

"Any reason for that?" Robbie gave a hint of a smile and began stroking his leg with his hand slowly.

"Ya know. Regular stuff. They think I’m a big dork."

"They make jokes cause you’re smaller? Maybe other reasons? You are prettier than most boys." As Robbie said this, Elliot got up slowly and began walking forward, and Robbie put out a hand to gently stop him, putting his hand on Elliot’s bare upper leg.

"You in any hurry to get back to school?" Robbie slowly got up. He looked down on this college kid, and still couldn’t believe he was taller than a college kid. His hand moved up to caress Elliot’s shoulder. "Maybe you could stick around." He moved his head closer and suggested in a whisper, "Take a shower. Cool down. From all that stress…" Elliot nodded dumbly and the next thing he knew they were both in the shower together, staring at each other. Elliot had a disbelieving elated look on his face. He had a nice, trim figure, at 5’10", and looked like maybe he had a trace of Native American in him which added with his Caucasian features, created a very nice mix, and he had a tattoo of a thunderbird design on his right arm. Robbie started to stroke it gently as the water poured over them both, and bending over to see it, Elliot finally broke and threw himself forward.

Robbie caught him. Elliot shoved his tongue down his mouth and Robbie caught it, circling it like an Indianapolis speed racer around a motor track, around and around. Elliot pushed his leg up and Robbie held it, holding him, picking him up partially, and they went back and forth, licking each other mid air, Robbie licking and kissing his tattooed arm, running his hand through Elliot’s hair with his wide, huge, strong hand.

"How’d you like to increase your studies?" Elliot’s eyes grew wide.

"I’d like that!" he replied, his voice actually cracking. Elliot clung to Robbie’s massive chest and slid down, gently, slowly, until his mouth was closed over his pubic hair region, sliding his tongue up and down the shaft of Robbie’s penis, and in ecstasy, sucked the first half of Robbie’s huge erection.

"That’s right," Robbie said softly. "Suck it. Suck it like a good boy. That’s right. Yes…" He panted heavily and creamed in Elliot’s mouth, then brought the boy’s head up so he could kiss him while his own cum swished inside. "Do you want me to fuck you, Elliot? I could take you home with me…"

"Yes," Elliot pleaded.

It was 8’o clock by the time he drove home on his chopper. Elliot drove his own little car behind him. Elliot got out and trotted up the driveway, like the wonderfully loyal little pup he was. They rushed upstairs without a trace of his dad to be seen. Well, good, he thought. More fun without the complication.

Elliot dropped his pants without being told, wearing only his light blue dress shirt and briefs, and stepped out of them. Robbie looked at him, staring silently. He moved forward and felt the young man’s side and massaged it and with his left hand felt a buttcheek.

"You know not that long ago I was much younger." Robbie laughed a small secret chuckle.

"You’re not so bad right now. God you’re…you’re a fucking stud!"

"Do you want me?"

"God, yes." Elliot moaned.

"Have you been a good boy, lately?"

"No," Elliot said defensively.

"Then wait here." Robbie couldn’t suppress the eagerness out of his voice. He walked into the walk in closet and came out dressed in the cop uniform. Elliot started breathing faster. Robbie always wanted to be a cop…well, sometimes. Mostly he just liked the uniforms. They were so cool…and now he was wearing one!

"Look what we have here. How you doin’ tonight, son?" Robbie swaggered in his uniform, and licked his stubble. "You out alone this time of night?"

"Yeah, what if I am?"

"Get on the bed." Elliot got on the bed.

Robbie walked over and fondled Elliot’s tie, and held his head with his right hand, and began gently stroking.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Son, just do what you’re told. Now turn around and let me fuck you, boy. You got a problem with that?"

"No, sir."

"Then take off your shirt." Robbie unzipped and his erection began. His hand climbed victoriously up Elliot’s body.

He fucked Elliot while he was on the bed, and as Robbie was standing there, fucking his beautiful ass, he wondered. He had not just leapt into an adult body, he was getting certain things now, certain things that were making him act like an adult. It was strange, because that wasn’t ever really a wish he made. It was just sort of happening. He felt himself just taking charge and filling in the space for his dad, doing things subconsciously like adults did them, not needing to ask or be told like some stupid kid. He was starting to think that it was right. His father didn’t appreciate what he had, and Robbie COULD appreciate it. So maybe they were starting to feel more at home and their brains were simply making up for it by giving them knowledge. Maybe it was the biology that had something to do with it and not the magic…this body just knew certain things. He had begun to say certain things that sounded much more adult without even realizing it.

I’m an adult, he thought. I’m an adult! I’m a grown up!!

When Frank woke up, he was still a kid, and he felt like a kid, and it made him miserable. Coming downstairs, he saw his son cooking a healthy breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausages. Also in the kitchen was a rather hunky little heartthrob, a kid who looked barely out of high school.

"Hey, sport!" Robbie said. "Elliot, this is my son Robbie. Robbie, this is my friend Elliot."

"Hi," Frank said listlessly.

"Hey champ. Well uh, thanks Mr. Gatling for all your help."

"Sure. If you want to fix bikes for a living one day, I’ll be sure and put in a good word for you around town when you’re done with your courses."

"Well uh, I gotta go. I got class."

"Sure, sure. Sides, I gotta drive Robbie to school."

"What? I can’t go to school!"

"Why not?" Elliot asked innocently. "School is fun, least when you’re young. Hell, I wish I could go back, I’m so behind in all my courses. I’d give anything to just take it easy again. Well, you guys have fun." Elliot got up to leave. Robbie, still posing as Frank, followed him outside and liplocked him as soon as they were out of view.

"Now be good, young man."

"I will, dad," Elliot replied playfully. "Promise me I can stay up late tonight?"

"Maybe, if you’re good." Robbie slapped him on the ass, and smiled possessively. Elliot looked up at him and kissed him again and then took off. Coming back inside, his dad sprung on him like a puma. A really baby puma, he thought and inwardly laughed.

"What was that? School? You have to be kidding me!"

"NO, you’re the kid. Remember? It won’t be so bad, dad, sides if "I" miss any more school, they’ll get suspicious something weird is going on. You don’t want to attract attention. Now get your coat, I’m driving you over. Your backpack is over there, and I can tell you your schedule on the way over."

"Stop that! Stop talking like that! You’re not my dad! I’m yours!"

Robbie walked over to his diminuitive father and placed his arms on his hips.

"I’m sorry, dad. Thought I heard you say no to me." He bent down and posed a flex, showing off his enormous bicep, straining against his T-shirt, his bicep which dwarfed Frank’s arm many, many times over. "Dad, I’m in charge. I’m a big boy now. And uh…what are you gonna do about it?" He stood up again. "I’ve been thinking about this. I think it’s time the scarab took care of something else…" He took out the grungy stone beetle that fit in the palm of his hand. "From now on, I wish for you to call me "dad"".

"This is ridiculous! Dad, you can’t!" Frank’s hands went to cover his mouth.

"Alright, then. I think we’ve wasted enough time. Get your stuff, and grab some food real quick. Then we’re out of here. And I don’t want any of my teachers complaining about you being weird, so just act like a kid, okay?" Frank suddenly heard the little boy in Robbie trying to just act adult. He was playing mind games, now.

"Fine."

The day was a blur. Robbie smiled from ear to ear as he drove his dad to school and dropped him off. He took the car because he didn’t want to bring his dad on his chopper. Too unsafe for little kids, he said. God, this was annoying! The day just got worse and worse. Every adult so much taller than him. Looking down on him. Other kids made fun of him occasionally and they were all idiots. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. Luckily, he’d formed a plan. He avoided contact with anyone in the school, student or teacher alike, and managed to avoid any bullies. Some of those kids were pretty big, he noticed, or big enough. No wonder Robbie didn’t want to go to school. Well, if he did it, then his son could. This was going to be his first and last day.

That night he didn’t say much when his "dad" got home. He waited for his dad to go to sleep, but instead he just heard the sliding door open. Robbie was in the yard.

Robbie stood in the backyard, gently holding his aromatic prize. He was wearing a sweaty shirt and the night air was nice and cool. He licked his few days’ old stubble. He looked at the cigar in his hands. Smooth paper, like construction paper. He’d never even held a cigar before. He’d never been this close to one. He wondered how to smoke it. He considered taking the knowledge from his father, but thought it would be more fun this way. He smiled compulsively. He’d seen his dad do this. He took the metallic instrument and clipped the edge on the side where the paper closed in over itself. He sniffed the edge, the cigar smelled so good. It infiltrated his nostrils. He felt the smoothness of it, the marbled brown paper that felt like the smoothest leaves from autumn trees. The cigar smelled of Autumn, of October and November nights, of woodsmoke in the air, fallen leaves, of fathers standing on their porches in the cold air under a crisp blue sky, the sunset imminent as they lighted their pipes and cigars up. He tasted the skin of it. His tongue salivated and his mind raced over the wrongness of what he was doing. It was exciting and forbidden. Little boy now a man. He could do whatever he wanted to do! And he had been waiting, aching to try this…

When he took the cigar out of his mouth, there was an ecstatic tingling sensation in his mouth. He cherished it, savored it. Taste of adulthood. His hand shook, uncontrollably as he figured out how to work the lighter, and after a few attempts, brought it to the tip.

It wasn’t how he thought it would be. He kept on sucking, and thought he hadn’t gotten it right, so he tried lighting the end again. As he kept trying, he suddenly smelled something very sharp burning his nose! It was a wide screen of smoke, and it clouded his eyes briefly. He took out the cigar and stared at it in wonder. He couldn’t even believe he was doing this. He took the cigar and put it back in his mouth, puffed, exhaled. This tasted so incredible. Unlike anything he’d ever done before, and it was giving him an instant hard on. It sure tasted different than cigars smelled. He’d always loved the smell of cigars and secretly loved smelling his dad’s friends when they smoked them playing the rare game of poker. But his dad had never smoked in front of him. Probably didn’t want to set a bad example. Well, he was an adult before he’d tried smoking cigars. His dad had to given him credit for that.

He smoked the cigar. He noticed ash crawling up the tip and he experimentally nicked it so the ash dropped. He felt like such an adult! Part of it was like breathing through a bamboo pole stuffed with reeds. The scent of the smoke within him was exhilarating and he exhaled in pleasure, mulling over the flavor and experience of it repeatedly.

Frank smelled the cigar from a mile away and his mouth started watering wildly. Man, he wished he could get some of that. Smoking cigars was a way of relieving tension. He did it maybe once a month, once every few, and it always left him feeling incredibly masculine, and confident, and at ease.

"Now it’s dad’s turn," he said, immediately regretting he’d said it.

When Elliot got there, Robbie answered the door with the stogie. He’d been afraid of bringing it into the house at first, but it was his house. He could do what he wanted! He didn’t care if dad knew. In fact, it was better. He was the alpha male, and if Frank didn’t like it, too bad.

Elliot stared up at him in amazement.

"You like my cigar?"

"Hell yeah! Man, cigars are awesome. God, that smells good." Robbie offered him a puff. "Thanks, Frank."

They went to the backyard and Robbie fondled his new boy toy, looking down on him while holding his ass, chewing the stogie and making it a point to blow smoke out the side of his mouth. He could feel his tongue and the roof of his mouth burning with the sensation, prickling with the newfound tobacco taste.

They went upstairs, Robbie filling Elliot’s mouth with cigar smoke smell, cigar tinted kisses. They did their business and fell asleep. Frank crept silently into the room, found his son’s gigantic jeans, and found the scarab hidden inside. The room reeked of cigars. Well soon enough he’d be able to smoke them again.

He got back to his room and holding the scarab, made his wish. "I wish tomorrow morning, Elliot and I will have traded bodies!" He knew the limits of the original magic had made it so that he couldn’t trade back into his own body for the time being, but there was nothing that stopped him from going into someone else’s!

The next morning he woke up next to himself. He got up and stared in the bathroom mirror. He was tall again! Not as tall as he’d been before, but still! And so smooth cheeked. He bet that Elliot didn’t have to shave that much.

"Testing. Testing. One, two. Three. Man, this is weird."

"Elliot?" he heard his voice say from the other room, getting groggily up and starting over.

"Not exactly. You shouldn’t have underestimated me, son," he said calmly.

"Shit," said Robbie, who ran out of the room to where Elliot had just woken up and screamed.

"What the hell! I’m a kid! How did this happen!? You guys! Hey, that’s me!"

"Calm down, Elliot. I can explain," Frank began.

"Oh good going, dad. Now he’s like, totally freaking!"

"You both need to calm down," Frank continued, in Robbie’s body. "Now admittedly, this is very strange and I’m asking you to please, not panic. My name is Frank Gatling."

"Frank?"

"No, not the Frank you knew. The Frank you knew was actually my son Robbie. I did this to finally get back into an adult body."

"You mean I did it with a kid??" Elliot said, kind of disgusted. Robbie looked hurt.

"Not really. I believe the magic that affected us both matured him somewhat, compounded by the fact that he took much from me of what was necessary to be seen as adult, even though it was beyond my wishes."

"I was just trying to get you to stop telling me what to do, I’m not a kid anymore like you…were!"

"Don’t get upset, son. I think I understand. You landed in a big, huge body and didn’t know what to do but take on the role. Problem was, I didn’t feel much like taking on a kid’s. Can’t. Too used to being an adult, with all of the complications and fun." He smiled. "Then I heard young Elliot here the other day wishing he could be young again. Well, here is what I propose. Until the month is over, play the part. I’ll pay you for your troubles and recompense you."

"This is all too much! Who the hell are you people? How did all this happen?!"

Frank explained the whole, long story.

"So you want me to pretend to be your kid, or his kid? And you guys can’t switch til’ the end of the month?"

"That is pretty much it, kid." Frank said. He quite frankly was getting really used to Elliot’s body. He liked how hot this kid was. He liked the idea of spending time as a hot college stud.

"Dad, where’d you put the scarab?" Robbie asked.

"Wouldn’t you like to know? But I buried it in the yard, so you’ll never find it, and just to ensure you don’t try anything, if I am displeased by your behavior, I’ll switch you with another kid, find one off the street if I have to. So be good."

:"I don’t believe this," Robbie and Elliot said at the same time.

"I do believe I feel like having a cigar and a beer." Frank smiled in Elliot’s body. He could get to enjoy this. Enjoy this very much.

Elliot let the next week pass in wonder. With his adult mind perfectly intact, he wasn’t challenged in the slightest by his schoolwork. He was pretty sure he could get straight A’s from here til he was 18. But he only had the rest of the month, he guessed. Which was a shame. He spent all his time playing with other kids. He’d been having the time of his life. Meanwhile Robbie had been dating the guy he worked with, the copper-brown, curly haired, raspy voiced guy named Riley, who was gorgeous as all hell, in a dangerous tough guy way. He found himself increasingly happy not having any responsibility. Robbie made decisions, hell Robbie made dinner. He found himself having to do less than an occasional chore. He watched TV and read, mostly. He didn’t really have to waste much time with schoolwork.

Frank had fun in Elliot’s body. He went to parties and hooked up with some hot jocks he found online, who were hornier than all hell, and glad to have a third guy join their fun. Apparently neither of them had done it with anyone but each other. He had sex with both of them. He told people his new nickname was "Frankie", and said it was his middle name, but he made a habit of having all the new young, hot friends he was making the change, namewise. All his student friends also took notice that Elliot/Frankie had started smoking cigars and pipes on a fairly regular basis. He was having the time of his life. And as for Robbie, he started seeing his co-worker Riley, particularly in his bedroom, on a fairly regular basis himself, tying him up and playing cops and robbers, construction worker and his angry boss, and also personal fitness trainer and his cock slave.

Finally the end of the month came. All three of them were in the living room, just waiting. Suddenly there was a ring at the door. Frank, in Elliot’s handsome, taut, compact body, answered the door.

There she was. The Madame Illusia, decked out in a simple frock, and hooded cloak.

"Oh my oh me, I am so very flustered, I hope I am having the right place."

"It’s me, Madame. Frank. There have been some slight adjustments since you departed us last."

"Ah! I see. Well, now. You have been experiencing my magic. I do so hope you do not mind. I read into both of you happier futures if I intervened. Where is my young Robbie? Ah, how you have grown!" Robbie smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Yeah. It’s been SO cool! I love bein’ a grown up!" He still sounded very much like he was a little kid trapped in a big man’s body.

"Yes yes, I see that! So. Have you, young man, have you had enjoyment in this, predicament is that the word? I hope I have not caused inadvertent damage to you?"

"Oh no," said the eleven year old Elliot. He looked handsome at this age, and thought he would definitely grow into his looks. He had firm features, sharp looks. "On the contrary, it’s worked out well for me…"

The Madame paced around the room. "So…I guess the only thing left for me is to return everyone back to their original states?"

"Well I wouldn’t—

"You don’t have to—

"Only if you want—

They all started in at once, and she smiled knowingly.

"Then perhaps I should leave you my card, and if ever you require my services you can call upon me again?"

"That would be wonderful, Madame." Frank said.

"Yeah, that’d be cool." Robbie said.

"Thanks for comin’ over." Elliot said.

The Madame left in a hurry. She said she’d have to visit the White House soon, there had been some mistakes that one of her underlings made before, exchanging the President’s mind some decade before with that of a five year old, who was technically now fifteen, but still an idiot for a fifteen year old. They waved her off as she used an umbrella to magically fly her away.

THAT NEXT HALLOWEEN

"Dad, look at all the candy I got!"

"Wow! Elliot, that’s a load!" Elliot was excited. He loved spending outings like this with his dad. Rob was so cool. Better than living with his sister and her husband had ever been…he’d never really had a dad of his own. And someday, Rob was gonna teach him to ride a motorcycle! That’d be so cool. He remembered driving a car, but that was vague, like a lot of stuff was now. He remembered school stuff fairly well, but he’d felt like a kid so much over the past year. He still had confidence, though, the best of both worlds, and it gave him a huge edge over other kids. His teachers were already discussing possible scholarships.

Rob had moved to a new town, and Halloween was in full bloom. He and Riley had sold his chop shop back home and invested in two beat up abandoned ones that they had rebuilt and started up from scratch. He and Riley were raising Elliot together. Frank, or "Frankie", was off in college, now on the football team. Riley still didn’t know about all the switching that had occurred, and no one had bothered to bring it to his attention.

"Do you ever wish you could be a real baseball player?" Rob asked his son, who was dressed like a major leaguer.

"Sometimes. Hey. Maybe sometime we can trade places and I can try out for a team."

Rob smiled. "Maybe. Maybe later tonight we’ll try and give it a spin."

"Really!?"

"Halloween is a special night. The scarab is very powerful. And besides. I think you’ve earned a night with a cigar for being such a good kid. Sides, it’s been a while since I’ve been a kid. Hell, I almost can’t remember what it’s like!"

"Hey, dad?"

"Yeah, son?

"TRICK OR SWITCH!" Rob laughed as he chased his son home, ready to switch the night away, for the time being.

Unless that is, it wasn’t for the time being, Madame Illusia thought as she watched them go, and another curious father and son left her doorstep, the third pair that night, departing down the street of abandoned houses with many gables and weather vanes that spun around in the autumn wind. She watched Rob and Elliot in her crystal ball, and laughed. She loved Halloween.

THE END

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