Keeping yourself near to your original body would be good. You can also keep watch of it immediately when something bad happens.
The sun was near the horizon when you found the machine. As you go back up the stairs, you see your mother and father watching TV. And as you assume it to be, your brothers should be in their respective rooms doing what they do the best, playing video games. However, you don't have a fond of it. Playing outdoor sports is your main hobby, But despite the effort you do on the field, you don't seem to have gained a single pound of muscle mass. Mom said that it was in your father's genes and as eldest, I usually get the most of it.
You get up another set of stairs and rushed to your brother's bedroom. Jake was everything you could ever hope for when you were a child. Your own bedroom, scholarship from a soccer sponsorship and your very own gadgets. Back then, your family was bankrupt and when Timmy was born and we're an edge away from living in the streets. But dad got his job back and got promoted to a chief of some production company.
"Jake, can I talk to you for a second." You said. He grabbed his headset and made me repeat my words.
"Yeah sure." He got off his bed and paused his game.
"There is something I want to show you. Follow me on the basement."
You went back down with your brother. Once down, you could just feel the awe in your brother's face.
"What is this thing?" He asked.
"A body swapper I guess. I never tried it yet and it would be wise to choose you." You said.
"Why do you want my body?"
"Well, you're close and I could check on your status easily. Also when I'm tired of being you, I could just switch us back."
"Do you really think this will work? What if it explodes or something? The kettle mess I've done yesterday is punishing enough."
"There's one way to find out if it really does work. Go on pod B and I'll go on pod C"
Both of you went to your respective pods and activated it. You wished subconsciously for this thing to work and you hope that the machine won't make a loud noise.
A hiss followed by a spray on your face. It tasted tangy and icky. Then suddenly, you could feel yourself being ripped out of your body and fitted into a small container. A hiss went by again and the pods opened. You feel disoriented and the world around you wobbled. Everything looks bigger than they were before and the sudden change of your perspective adds salt to the wound.
"Jake? Yo-" You noticed the change of your voice. High pitched with signs of growing puberty. "You alright?" The smoke cleared out and you saw your body. It looked wrong, unsymmetrical and weird. But deep inside, you know that it is your body.
"Yeah, I'm good." He looked at his new body and touched all over it. "I'm tall and I'm a teenager! Fuck it Bro, it fucking worked! Now I could drink beer legally."
"Right right, just don't over do it. I don't want to come back to my body deep in hang over."
He went back up, while you closed down the hatch, concealing the machine.
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