An exciting science fiction thriller. What happens when a son swaps bodies with his father unwittingly? Will he ever be able to return to his own body? A special thanks to Todger for Editing for me!
This story contains heavy elements of Incest, mind's switching bodies, impregnation and much, much more.
Sethp 2019 All rights reserved. Enjoy!
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Greg was riding his bike home from school when the unthinkable happened. Right in front of him, there was a massive accident involving three trucks. He barely had time to swerve out of the way as one of the trucks careered onto the sidewalk, flipping all the way over. Greg dropped his bike and ran over to make sure everyone was alright. It appeared that all of the drivers were okay, but there were packages, and debris scattered all over the intersection.
"Nobody is going to believe this," Greg said. He made his way back to his bike after the paramedics arrived. When he went to pick up his bike, there was a small package that had been jettisoned from the wreck right there. It was a small metal box with the words 'Top Secret" stenciled on top of it. Normally, Greg was a pretty law abiding kid. He'd just turned 18 and was graduating from High School next month. For some reason, though, Greg picked up the package, making sure no one was looking in his direction and stuffed it in his backpack before heading home.
Once home, where he still lived with his mom and dad, Greg retreated to his room with his secret prize. He locked his bedroom door, sat down on the floor and carefully removed the metal box. There was nothing else written on it except the words 'Top Secret'. There was a combination lock mechanism on the front but it was cracked from the wreck. Greg got a screwdriver from his desk to see if he could pry it open. It worked!
Inside, there were, two devices that looked like head phones, and a small instruction manual. Greg put one of the headphones on and started playing around with some of the various buttons on it. Nothing happened. He kept the headphones on as he left his room to go pee, fiddling with the buttons the whole time. At the same time Greg's dad, Bob walked into Greg's room and saw the other set of headphones on the floor. He picked them up, put them on and started pushing button's as well. Like father like son.
Greg walked back into his bedroom, saw his dad doing the same thing that he was and started laughing.
"These things don't work," his dad said.
"Wait a minute," Greg said. Your one just lit up in the front when you did that." He said pointing to his dad.
"So did yours!" Bob said, pointing at his son.
There was a bright flash of light and then darkness. Father and son had been knocked unconscious. Greg woke up first. Something 'had' happened. Greg was dizzy and had a hard time seeing. He stood up and looked down seeing his dad laying there. No that wasn't right. It looked like himself lying there. Greg shook his head to clear it, then looked down to see himself lying there again. He ran to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. Looking back at himself was his father. It took Greg several minutes to realize that he was apparently standing there in his father's body. "Fuck," he said. "That must mean..." He ran back into his bedroom.
"Dad!" he said shaking himself awake. "Dad!"
Greg's dad woke up with about the same reaction that Greg had had. "What's going on?" he asked.
Greg did his best to explain the situation as he understood it and told his dad where he had gotten the headphones. They both ran to the bathroom and back several times before accepting the situation. For some unknown reason the top secret headphones had caused Greg and his dad to swap bodies or minds.
"Dad! What do we do?"
"We've got to read the instructions and reverse it. Should be easy." Bob said, trying to be positive. He hoped it was easy.
Father and son took out the instructions and started pouring through them together, until they came to a crucial part.
They found the code for swapping, with pictures and diagrams and then the line..."Transmitting devices will need 48 hours to recharge before next use."
"Fuck," they both muttered in unison. The rest of the instructions were fairly simple. They could reset the head phones and swap back, but they had to wait 48 hours.
"It's okay," Bob said. "I don't have nothing special going on the next few days. I've got work tomorrow. You've got to go in and cover for me, what about you?"
"Dad, I have a date with Katie Elder tonight and then school tomorrow." Greg was looking a little nervous.
"We can handle this," Bob said. "Since we look and sound just like each other it should be cake. I'll go out with Katie as you tonight. Your mom just wanted to stay home and watch a movie on Netflix with me. You can handle that. My work is all spreadsheets and nothing is due until next week. No one will bother you or ask you any questions. You just have to show up. I can easily pretend to be you at school tomorrow. It will kind of be fun, right?"
"Yeah," Greg agreed, warming up to the idea. "We can do this for 48 hours. Just don't do anything to mess up how much Katie likes me. I've been trying to go out with her for the past year."
"I won't," his dad agreed, "Just don't get me fired tomorrow!"
They both laughed.
"What time am I going out with Katie?" Bob asked.
"You're picking her up in a couple of hours," Greg, said, then gave his dad Katie's address and told him what he would usually dress in and where they were going.
Later, when his dad left for the date with Katie, Greg made his way into the living room. His mother was already sitting down on the couch with two glasses of wine. "Here you go, dear," she said offering him one of the glasses. Greg was only eighteen and such a goody two shoes that he had never had an alcoholic drink in his life. He took it happily, and had a little sip.
"Oh, this is good," he said, enthusiastically.
His mom giggled. "Of course it is, silly. You love this one. Whoa tiger!' she said as Greg chugged his wine down, instantly feeling a little light headed. "What's gotten into you?'
"Sorry, I was thirsty," he said.
"Well lucky for you, we've got plenty more... here," she poured him another glass.
