You decide to take the time to compose yourself. After all, as close as you were to your father, you still had quite a bit to learn about him, from his point of view. You know your father is a doctor at the local hospital and is quite high up with several interns studying underneath him. You're not entirely sure how you're going to do his job but hopefully with the little experience you're gleaned from the stories he told you in addition to his memories guiding you, you should be able to make it through. You hope to spend at least a week as your father as you had always wondered what it would be like to be him, he was a strict and upright figure, always there for you and yet distant and strange, someone you could never truly connect with. Now, it was time for you to see through his eyes, literally what his life was like.
You felt excited yet apprehensive and were unsure of what to do. You supposed that the first thing to do was to pretend that you were your own father in front of the family. It made you slightly giddy that you were now in complete possession of the man who had sired you, the one who had cared for you all these years and the one who had worked hard to provide for his household. It made you feel slightly guilty but yet all the same, there was no other person who would be able to provide the same experience as your dad. Taking a deep breath, you say to the mirror on his desk, "I am Henry Winchester, son of Belinda and George Winchester, husband to Elizabeth Winchester, father of Marie,Christina and Kevin Winchester. Yet, I am also Kevin Winchester, possessing the body of his father, enjoying life from his point of view." You had never thought about it before but now that you had been in other people's bodies, you looked at things more critically and with a greater attention to details. You looked at your father's full beard and neatly combed hair and noticed several grey patches which you had never seen before back in your own body but now stood out strikingly obvious as your father. Without meaning to, you blushed a little as your father felt slightly embarrassed about the changes in colour, no matter how small they were. You looked at your father's clear grey eyes and thick bushy eyebrows and noticed a light scar over the left side. You weren't entirely sure of the story behind that particular blemish but apparently your father had been quite the brawler while in school. Casting your gaze on the rest of his body, you flexed your arms, looking at the muscles along it. While not particularly well defined, they were still there and you felt the strength of your father as you formed a fist with his hands. Unbuttoning the blue shirt, you saw an undoubtedly hairy chest as well as the beginnings of a beer belly. Your father had always loved the stuff but recently with the stress of work, he had been consuming more than he meant to. You knew that he would probably work it off in a matter of weeks though with the discipline that he had. Or rather, you would have to work it off for him since he was currently... unavailable. Taking a peek behind the khaki shorts to satisfy your curiosity, a small grin formed on your face but you thought no further. Your father's legs were average, if a bit on the hirsute side. Having taken a proper examination of your father's body, you pull on a pair of long black pants and head out... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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