Coughing, I cleared my throat. "Jack Barkley," I said in a confident, deep voice. "Perfect." My reflection gave no clues to what was hidden below, I dressed in his clothes; shorts and a v-neck.
I kneeled at the foot of the bed, and felt around underneath. "Come on, I know you're there somewhere." I felt something warm, and grabbed it and pulled. A leg, then another, followed by a torso. I pulled the remainder clear and held it up by the shoulders.
"Sorry dad, but I wasn't going to let you wear me--that's just sick!" I threw the body onto the bed. "Fooled your buddies, but then I just had to be myself."
"Tommy told me Jack here was taking him hunting in a few days. Couldn't pass that up. Besides, Jack's got an awesome body; and I'd be the man of the house."
I started to roll up my dad's body. "Still I wasn't going to tell them I was going back with you for a two week break." Stuffing the suit in a trunk, I pushed it to the back of the closet. "Don't want mom finding you, that would be awkward." I picked up the remaining syringes and put them in my pocket. "No reason why I can't have some more fun later!"
Rubbing the heavy pec through my t-shirt, I let out a groan and left.