You stare down at your mother's body, fainted, with you father holding her up, concern all over his face. Your sister, drips of milkshake over her, looks scared.
That's when you realize who you are. Looking in your large hand you see the finalised milkshake that had been on its way to your sister.
I'm Rick, you realize with a wince. No getting back to your own body any time soon. It's then you notice all the pains and fraility had gone, and you felt much more comfortable back in a male body.
Your father is staring at you, and you realise that you weren't welcome. Putting the milkshake down with a muttered apology you excuse yourself and head back to the counter.
"If you want a break Rick, take it now, we've got our rush in a bit."
The speaker is an older guy, spotty, and red faced, and clearly your superior.
"Yes Sir," you reply and a familiar sensation makes you automatically head to the bathroom.
It's the flash of blonde hair in a wall of mirrors that suddenly makes you remember the situation.
"I can't do this with this body?" You think to yourself in panic, at exactly the same time you realize you were checking yourself out in the mirror. Whatever feelings you had inside your mother were still present. Rick was a good looking guy. "I'm a good looking guy," you amend with a grin and head into a stall.
One of the weirdest experiences ever proceeded then as you undid your fly, and fumbled in your underwear. Pulling out your cock you discover that Rick is bigger than your body, and cut too. As you relieve yourself you thank the lucky stars that all the previous bodies hadn't needed the bathroom. A strange idea enters your head. When you've finished and flicked off the drips you gingerly undo the shirt and take it off. Then unbutton your pants and pull them down, your cock still stuck out your underwear. Pulling those down too you stop to check out Rick's body.
Naked in the bathroom you feel along your defined abs, and strong biceps. With some surprise you discover Rick has a pierced left nipple, a small golden hoop decorating it. You finger it gently and are shocked to feel a stirring in your cock.
Embarassment floods you. "What am I doing, getting another dude a hardon." You quickly redress and head back out into the cafe, noting that your family had gone.
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