Rapid Onset Transformation

Jeremy had recently been a subject (though, he'd say victim if you asked him) in one of his father's experiments. As both an incoming freshman and the son of a tenured physics professor, Jeremy felt completely oppressed at Jefferson University.

He'd begged and argued with his parents for the opportunity to go to an out-of-state school, or at least one in another city. Unfortunately for him, Jefferson U offered the children of high-prestige staff a generous scholarship, which made the tuition his parents would have cover a considerably lighter load. They did concede one thing though: they allowed Jeremy to pursue his art degree- on the condition that he double-major in something... "reasonable and reliable," had been their exact words.

Jeremy's resentment towards his father reached a boiling point and he stopped talking to his father, in his own house, as much as he could. It wasn't that the double-major workload was too much, Jeremy was a smart guy, and school had always been boringly easy for him. No, what upset him was that this was just his dad forcing his own ideas on Jeremy and not letting him make his own decisions. Eventually, he settled himself in the biology department, an attempt to pick something as far from the physics building as possible. Imagine his discontent when he was enrolled in a collaborative project between the school of biology and the school pf physics. A prestigious position coveted by almost two whole departments' student bodies. The project sought to invent a machine that would flash-scan an organism's unique DNA, decode its genome, and pinpoint its place in the tree of evolution. Jeremy's dad, Dr. Heany, always told people to think of it as, "a souped-up twenty-three-and-me."

Most tests had already been run and all that was left was to ensure the machine was infallible in front of even the most obvious test: father and son.

It should've been simple. Human tests had already been run before, confirming that monkeys and other primates were indeed cousin species, even if distant. However, this time, the machine hummed louder than normal and heated to a concerning degree. Jeremy and the Professor both reported a stinging, burning sensation all over their skin after the scan. The experiment team would later discover that a set of such closely related genetics confused the main algorithm with too many similarities to keep both sets of code separate. This massive error, along with the nature of the scan technology, somehow projected each man's code into the other. Every one of their cells' irradiated nuclei completely and totally rewritten.

There was a delay between the rewrite and their effects, though they were still sudden and complete.

Wednesdays Jeremy had no classes, and since he didn't have a job other than in his dad's experiment, so he took the day to goof off and relax at home. He'd made his schedule this way completely on purpose, this way he'd have at least this one day a week where he didn't have to even see with his dad for most of the day. Finally, thought Jeremy, a semblance of freedom!

It was almost 12pm and Jeremy had barely gotten out of bed. Mom was away at conference for her advising job, so Jeremy didn't bother getting dressed to go downstairs and grab some breakfast. He jogged back up the stairs with a granola bar in hand before heading back to his room. His plan for the next couple hours was to just sit comfortably in bed and watch tv. He'd just made it through his room's door when his head suddenly started spinning. It faded as quickly as it came on and left him completely disoriented. His skin felt hot, like how it did after they flashed him and his dad with that weird machine he made him work on. He pulled at his briefs, which suddenly felt too tight and were kind of hurting his legs. He realized his briefs felt tight because they were! He looked down and stepped back in shock as he saw his protruding, hairy stomach. But it wasn't just his stomach: his hands, arms, everything was wrong. He clumsily stumbled into his bathroom and screamed when he saw the mirror.

He was his dad.

He walked out of the bedroom, racking his head for a way to fix this, but he couldn't focus. He scrunched his nose, what was that smell? He hesitantly lifted his arm and sniffed his bushy pits.

"Argh! I've got an old-man-dad stink!" he complained in his father's voice.