Jon slid the ginger chicken across the table in a daze, staring at his father. Richard Gilbert had always been a responsible, hard working father. He'd held down a job at an import/export company for fifteen years, working his way to a senior VP position. He took his job, his family, and his whiskey very seriously.
The man sitting across from Jon, the one who Jon knew logically was his father, was hard to reconcile with Jon's memories. Wearing adult-sized versions of Jon's little brother's clothes, the new Richard Gilbert was slouched on his chair, stuffing his face as fast as he could, waggling his eyebrows at Jon's mother with the subtlety of a freight-train.
I've got to get ahold of this power! Jon told himself, his eyes wandering to his sister and brother. Zoe looked so strange in their mother's clothes, while Mikey look downright bizarre in Zoe's skirt, stockings, and bodice. The whole situation was still a massive turn-on for Jon, but he didn't want to go through his whole life at the whim of an out-of-control wish. There had to be a way to control of the outfit swaps, a way that he could force, or stop, some changes.
So far he hadn't swapped clothes with anyone twice, which made him think that maybe his subconscious was causing the swaps. Maybe there was a part of him that wanted new experiences, maybe part of him was curious as to see what would happen...
That gave Jon an idea. If he could concentrate on his own curiosity, there was a chance that Jon might be able to exert at least some measure of control over his situation. Looking at his family, he came up with a swap that really piqued his interest. Concentrating on his curiosity, he tried to swap...
