If he was honest with himself, Curt always felt it was a really stupid family tradition. And yet, late every summer at the family reunion, every adult in the family would participate in a strange ritual body swap that would last until Thanksgiving. Every βadultβ was probably technically the wrong term; it was more accurate to say βeveryone over 18 years old.β That is, of course, why his momβs dog Spike was participating this year. And, quite unfortunately, his Aunt Louise ended up in Spikeβs body.
Curt squatted down to look at the elderly dog at eye level. He smiled and whispered, βIβm sorry,β but to likely no available as Louise had already fallen asleep in Spikeβs body. Part of the reason he felt he needed to say something was that he was the one now in his auntβs body.
In the five years he had participated, he had his auntβs body once before. He had actually enjoyed that year. It was interesting being a woman, and his aunt was only three years older than he was -- it was certainly better than the time he spent as his own mother or his great uncle. He also knew the possibility of Louise dying in Spikeβs body was pretty high, which would mean there would be no one to swap back into this body when Thanksgiving rolled around. His auntβs body would technically be considered his, the one heβd spend the rest of the year inside of. He supposed if there was a family memberβs body to be stuck in for most of the rest of his life, Aunt Louiseβs would probably be one of the better ones.