He headed straight to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of ice water and started chugging it. He heard his mom, Nancy, call from the living room.
"Is that you Randy? Make sure to take it easy out there!"
Randy grunted as he gulped more water, then saw his dad come in through the side door. He too was drenched in sweat, having been working on his car in the driveway.
"Boy, it's a scorcher out there, eh Son?" Randy nodded. "Builds character though, I always say."
The man looked out the window at the lawn, inspecting his son's handiwork.
"Not bad! You need to clean up the lawnmower and put it back in the shed, though."
Randy sighed, "I was going to! I just had to catch a break," he walked over to the fridge to refill his glass with ice.
"It's important to finish what you start. Can't leave a job half finished!" Rick lectured. Randy groaned and rolled his eyes, but Rick decided not to push it. "Grab me a beer, will ya?" he asked his son.
Randy shrugged and popped open the fridge door, but paused when he looked at the shelf. Odd, there was no beer anywhere to be seen. His dad usually kept the fridge stocked with a twelve pack, but now its usual place on the shelf was taken up by a pack of alcoholic seltzer water. Pink grapefruit flavor, zero calories - in tall, slim cans with pastel highlights.
"Uh... there's no beer in here," Randy said, rooting his head around to see if there were any stray cans hidden in the back.
"Why would I want that?" Rick asked.
"Huh?" Randy asked, confused, "You asked for a beer. There's just this hard seltzer stuff in here." He grabbed a can to show him.
"Duh," Rick said incredulously, "That's what I asked for. I never drink beer."
"What are you talking abou-" Randy closed the door and turned toward his dad to show him the can, and nearly dropped it to the floor when he saw what was in front of him.
Instead of his ratty shorts and grease-stained t-shirt, Rick Meadows was now wearing nothing but a skimpy pink bikini top, along with a tight pair of daisy duke shorts. Pink strings poked out the top of the shorts which matched his top. He now stood four inches taller thanks to the wedge sandals on his feet.
Randy recognized the outfit immediately - it was exactly the same thing Kayla had been wearing while tanning out in her yard. Except this outfit seemed sized perfectly for Rick's male body. A body that was now deeply tanned, like someone who had been spending half the summer out in the sun. There was even a hint of a tan line under the strings of the bikini. He was also no longer dripping with sweat, instead the scent of sweet perfume wafted through the kitchen.
"What the hell?" Randy nearly shouted
"What, what is it?" his dad asked, seemingly oblivious that anything had changed. He grabbed the can from Randy's hand, popping the tab open with a now long, white-manicured fingernail.
"You... you... what are you wearing?"
Rick looked down at himself, "What do you mean? It's summertime. You know I'd wear a bikini everyday if I could."
Randy just stared, which Rick noticed.
"Ok, no need to be a perv about it! It's nothing you haven't seen before, son."
Hearing the commotion, Nancy had entered the kitchen as well. "What's wrong? I heard shouting. Is everything ok?"
Not only did Nancy not react to her husbands attire, she was equally oblivious to her own changes - because she was now wearing an identical outfit as well! Same pink bikini, same denim shorts, same wedge sandals, and same tanlines.
"Mom... you... you too?" Randy suddenly found the room spinning. The sudden changes before his eyes along with the heat exhaustion quickly overwhelmed him and everything went dark as he passed out on the kitchen floor.
