I was home for the holidays, and was spending them with my Father, Mark. My dad often hosts a guys' poker night with his closest friends. This would normally be fine but he always just expects me to spend the entire night in my room, and set up everything for him.
"Dad, do we really need to have poker night? I was looking forward to just chilling and catching up," I protested as I stacked chairs and set up the card table.
"Nonsense, Alex! It's tradition. Besides, you'll thank me when I win some extra cash for the holidays," Dad replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I rolled mine. "Yeah, right"
My Dad chuckled, patting me on the back. "Well, I'll be counting on you for some snacks and a well-stocked fridge. Think of it as a way to contribute to the festivities."
As the evening approached I slaved away in the kitchen, arranging snacks, chilling drinks, and preparing a feast fit for his friends. I had accidentally knocked a poker chip off the table, but it was one that I haven't recognized before. The chip stumbled to the other side of the table. My Dad and I both walked over to it, noticing how weird it looked, and tried to grab it at the same time. I immediately felt a strange sensation, a shiver down my spine, as if reality itself had shifted. In the blink of an eye, my surroundings changed, and I found myself staring at my own body, my dad's eyes wide with disbelief.
"Dad, what just happened?" I stammered, my voice now lower and rougher.
My Dad, now in my body, looked equally bewildered. "I have no idea, Alex, but we can't let the guys know. Especially since you're gay, they'll never let me live it down" he continued.
I rolled my eyes, "Really Dad? I don't need this now" I said. I noticed that I was standing with my wrists limp, completely unlike my father.
"This is what I mean!" He shouted, fixing my posture and showing me how to stand like him. We then heard the doorbell ring. "We'll figure this out later. Right now, we need to act normal."
I nodded reluctantly, realizing the gravity of the situation. I answered the door with a confident smile.
"Hey, Mark! Ready to lose some cash tonight?" one of his friends teased.
"Bring it on, Randy," I said, starting to feel my fathers rowdy personality show through.
As the night progressed, I navigated the night pretty well. It was fun pretending to be him, and emulating a lot of the crazy things that he would typically say. The poker game itself became a blur of cards, chips, and friendly banter. I played the part of Dad as best as I could, hoping that none of his friends would notice the switch. Miraculously, the night unfolded without a hitch, and soon, Dad's friends bid their farewells.
As the last guest left, I heard my Dad in my body walk out of the room.
"Are they gone?" He asked.
"Alright, lets figure out this chip and switch back" he said. We began to scour the apartment and eventually were unable to find it. Reality set in and we realized that we were stuck like this.
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