"Vacation Vengeance: The Transfigurative Relocation"

"Seriously?" I sighed, plopping down on my bed. "How many trips to luxury resorts have our parents taken without us, Jon?"

"Too many to count, Mark," Jon chuckled through the phone. "Our version of a vacation is mowing the lawn without being nagged!"

I grumbled, eyeing the ominous-looking book I'd discovered in the attic. "You know, Jon, I think I might have a solution."

"Oh, do tell," Jon replied, clearly intrigued. "Unless it's a plan to stowaway in their luggage, I'm not interested."

"Better." I opened the book and scanned the pages until I found what I was looking for. "Magic."

Jon burst into laughter. "Magic? Are we talking fairy dust and unicorns here?"

I squinted at one of the spells. "More like body swapping. Or as the book puts it, 'Transfigurative Relocation'."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "You… you can't be serious."

"Oh, I am very serious," I assured him. "Our parents are off to this fancy five-star resort tomorrow, and we're getting our asses switched with theirs."

"Is that even safe?" Jon sounded alarmed now.

"Only one way to find out," I said. "Tonight. Be at my place at midnight. We'll practice on the dog first."

Jon groaned. "Fine, but this better work."

* * *

At midnight, Jon and I gathered in my room, the book open on the floor between us. My dog, Max, looked at us with mild confusion, sensing something was afoot but not knowing what. Better not tell him, I thought.

"You ready?" I asked, clutching the book.

"No, but let's do it anyway," Jon replied, eyes wide with excitement and fear.

I began to chant the awkward Latin-like phrases in the book, feeling a strange warmth build up in the room. Suddenly, a flash of light engulfed us both.

When the light faded, I looked across at Jon—only it wasn't Jon staring back. It was my stepmother, Donna.

"Mark, it worked!" Jon-Donna exclaimed, his voice unmistakably Jon's but coming through Donna's lips. Meanwhile, I stared down at myself, seeing my father's familiar polo shirt stretched over a very unfamiliar body.

"Wow," I said, marveling at the deep voice that emerged from my mouth. "This is wild."

Jon-Donna glanced down, suddenly realizing the implications. His hands shot to his new chest, cupping the generous assets. "This is… weird."

"Tell me about it," I muttered, flexing my father's arms with a mix of amazement and unease.

It didn't take long for Jon to grow accustomed to his new form. "Hey, look at this," he said, examining Donna's reflection in the full-length mirror. With a mischievous smirk, he wiggled his hips, causing the reflection's curvy bottom to sway.

"Jon, stop checking out my stepmom!" I chided, though I found myself chuckling despite the weirdness of the situation.

"Oh, lighten up, Mark!" Jon-Donna adjusted the bra, giggling as he felt the bounce. "This feels... surprisingly comfortable."

"We're supposed to be taking revenge, not joyrides in our parents' bodies," I reminded him.

Jon-Donna sighed dramatically but stopped his impromptu burlesque show. "Fine, fine, let's get packing for that resort. We've got a five-star vacation waiting for us!"

* * *

As "Dad" and "Donna," we walked into the resort lobby the next day, unable to hide our grins.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove," the receptionist greeted us, clearly used to high-profile guests but still managing to look impressed with the pair of us.

"Good afternoon," I said, doing my best "Dad" voice while Jon-Donna tried not to laugh.

As soon as we were alone in our extravagant suite, Jon-Donna took one more appreciative look in the mirror. "Okay, I have to admit, this is pretty cool. I mean, look at me!"

"Remember the plan, Jon. Find the best activities, eat the fanciest food, bill it all to their room. Real payback for leaving us out," I stated resolutely.

"And maybe," Jon-Donna announced with a wink, "a spa treatment for these... er, assets."

I shook my head, laughing. "Let's get this revenge started in style."

And so, with bodies swapped, we embarked on a ridiculous, revengeful and unexpectedly enjoyable escapade at the luxurious resort. Little did we know the chaos that would eventually unfold when the real Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove found themselves in our teenage bodies back at home. But that, dear reader, is a tale for another hilarious time.

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