In your Dad's room you head over and pick up his short and go to put them on.
You hear James call from downstairs," You coming?"
"Almost ready," you answer.
You shut the door and pull down your shorts and pull up your Dad's swim shorts up to your waist to see they're a tiny bit too big, your gut over hangs on the waist. You pull the string waist and tie it and they fit perfectly. Your Dad must be a little wider than your body.
You slap your belly and take off your shirt and hide the Wishing Powder in your room and grab a towel and head down the stairs with your belly bouncing.
"Com'on, let's go," you announce as you walk pass James and walk out the door and down the 3 steps and open up the backyard fence door.
Your backyard isn't anything too special, it's has some nice green grass (for now, it'll turn a little brown once the August heat arrives) a medium sized pool, a picnic table and patio for BBQs and a few little flower gardens.
You roll up the cover for the pool and dip a chubby toe into the water and toss your towel on a lawn chair and jump in with a giant splash. The coolness of the water is refreshing, but you don't notice it as much as you were skinny, must be the new layers of fat. You surface and let out a cheer and see James and say," Come on in, the water is great."
"Ok," James says and takes off his sandals and socks and dips a toe in.
"Not taking off your shirt?" you ask floating on your back, something you could barely do while skinny, muscle and bone sink, fat floats.
James nods and jumps in and makes a big splash.
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