The image of Shane Garrett shimmered, and then he was standing there in the body of his boyfriend’s father, Mr. Wayne Wallace. Well, sort of. He had replaced Mr. Wallace’s typical middle-aged body with one that was considerably more muscular. The effect was that it looked like Mr. Wallace’s head had been transplanted onto a professional bodybuilder’s body.
“What do you think? Should I go as this version of your dad?”
“No!” Noah giggled, “Stop it! We’re going to be late!”
“Come on, I’ll put one of his baggier suits, and no one will know that I’ve got this awesome body underneath.”
“I’ll know,” Noah said, “And then I’ll have a boner the whole time we’re in the office with Mr. Mullins.”
“OK, fine.”
Shane rolled his shoulders back, and as he did so, he slipped into something that was a little bit more fitting for Noah’s father. He’d never seen Mr. Wallace without a shirt on, so he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but he imagined a typical dadbod with a soft belly and some extra paunch all around would do.
“That better?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Noah said, “Pretty close. Close enough to fool Mr. Mullins, anyhow. You’re sure you’re cool with going in and pretending to be my dad like this?”
“Why, of course, son!” Shane said in a faux fatherly tone. He patted the top of Noah’s head just for fun, “I’ll tell him you’re in big trouble, Mister, and you’re going to get lots of spankings unless you get those grades turned around!”
Shane slapped his boyfriend’s ass in a way that was more playful than parental.
“Stop it!” Noah laughed, “Go get dressed!”
“Fine,” Shane said, “But can I be your Muscle Daddy when we get home?”
“You can be whatever version of my dad you want to be when we get home,” Noah smiled.