You wake from the sleep of the just. No dreams, no awareness of time passing. The sleep that you only have after a day of solid physical work. You snap your eyes open and something is wrong. Very wrong indeed. You are in your parents' bedroom. Sleeping next to you, facing away from you, is your mother. You sit up with a start and look down. These are not your pyjamas. These are not your hands. The Gypsy's curse has come true. You are inhabiting your father's body. And if that is the case, what has happened to your body?
You leap out of bed, waking your mother. "John," she says, sitting up, "It's Saturday. What's the activity about? Come back to bed."
"I just have to, to check something," you say - hearing your father's deeper voice come out of your mouth.
"Well don't be long," says your mother and lies back down. "After all, the kids are both out. I know what you like when that happens."
This is worrying. You have to go and check your room, to find out whether your father is waking up as you. You walk down the corridor and into your room. On your bed you see your body, asleep, which is disconcerting. "Dad," you whisper, and then more urgently as there is no response. Still your body sleeps. You approach and take his (your?) hand and give it a shake. There is no response. Your body is definitely breathing, but is deeply, deeply asleep. You pinch his arm, softly and then with more force. Nothing. Well, that is some relief - as long as he stays asleep you don't have any explaining to do. And your mother thinks you have spent the night at Kelly's, so she won't come looking.
On your way back to your parents' room you stop into the bathroom to take a piss. In front of you is a mirror, reflecting your father back at you. It has really happened. You take your cock from your pyjamas and unleash a torrent. Your penis feels heavy, larger than your own. Finishing up, you strip to have a look at your new body. For a fifty year old man, your father is in good shape. You knew that he went to the gym regularly, and it shows in his pronounced pectorals, his flat stomach and his thick arms. He has more body hair than you - a thick, downy mat covering his chest and tapering down in a line to his crotch . You brush your (his?) nipple and feel it hardening. You run your hand down your chest, your stomach and to your penis. He is definitely larger than you and his balls hang lower. You are starting to feel horny, and feel a thickening in your cock. You watch in the mirror as it stands to attention, its head poking above your foreskin. You instinctively feel that you can have some fun with this. Wrapping your hand round your member, you pull down slowly, and breath in pleasure.
You hear your mother's muffled voice from your parents' room. "Honey, are you going to be long?" You let go, and realise you have a moral dilemma. Perhaps you should ring Kelly, tell her what has happened and head over there as quickly as possible. Or you could go back to bed. |