Rentyre
You close your eyes; the abrupt scenery change is rather nauseating. But, instead of the familiar floral wallpaper of your parent's house, you instead find yourself in front of bare drywall. Startled, you search desperately for a mirror. This isn't your body at all! You gaze into the monitor, and freeze. It's your face, glaring straight at you!
"Hello, son," says the figure. It's still your voice, but its tone is cold and distant. "I see you're clueless as always, stupid boy." He pauses, but all you can do is stutter.
"It's very simple. I arranged for a three-way Rentyring process. Having previously swapped out my first body for the fake one that you now call home, I Rentyred into your body, Reggie into his, and you into mine."
You manage to find your voice, and convincingly mutter a "But...father...you, you...but... You can't do that!"
He laughs. "Yes, I can. By Rentyring, your body officially belongs to me. And I choose to inhabit my property." Your eyes gaze fiercly back at you; your face a mask of raw evil which never appeared there when you inhabited that body.
"No, you're wrong!" you cry triumphantly. "My body belongs to my mother! I heard Reggie say that!"
Your father merely laughs, and your hopes sink once more. "You didn't hear him finish that statement, though, did you? The mother is recognized by law as the main creating force of a body. But that's not fair to fathers, now is it? The law states that the body belongs to the father if he can prove the mother was unwilling to have the child. And since she purchaced my condom, this body belongs to me!"
You don't believe your ears. How could he do something like this? But then, it hits you: that stoner wasn't thinking about 'N' for 'Newland', he was thinking about 'Nantucket'! Reggie must have been in on this plan the whole time!
Your new feet finally give way, and you collapse to the floor. "How the hell can you do this to me?"
He smiles, clearly ready to answer this question. "It's simple. I don't give a shit about you. I never did. Was I ever around as you grew up? Hell no! We have no emotions, no shared experiences, nothing! But how can I say 'no' to your body?
"It's a new chance at life! If it weren't for these eyes, you'd look exactly like me! Thanks to you, I just shaved over twenty years off of my life-span! I have another chance, a new chance, a chance to get a real job instead of my dead-end hellhole! And I owe it all to a one-night stand!"
"But what about my chance!" you scream, pounding on the monitor. The connection is fading, and the static is already coming in.
He raises his chin in spite. "I don't give a fuck about your chance." He walks away, and your body fades away in the static.
Your eyes squint in hopeless sorrow, but your new body is incapable of tears.
"Hello, son," says the figure. It's still your voice, but its tone is cold and distant. "I see you're clueless as always, stupid boy." He pauses, but all you can do is stutter.
"It's very simple. I arranged for a three-way Rentyring process. Having previously swapped out my first body for the fake one that you now call home, I Rentyred into your body, Reggie into his, and you into mine."
You manage to find your voice, and convincingly mutter a "But...father...you, you...but... You can't do that!"
He laughs. "Yes, I can. By Rentyring, your body officially belongs to me. And I choose to inhabit my property." Your eyes gaze fiercly back at you; your face a mask of raw evil which never appeared there when you inhabited that body.
"No, you're wrong!" you cry triumphantly. "My body belongs to my mother! I heard Reggie say that!"
Your father merely laughs, and your hopes sink once more. "You didn't hear him finish that statement, though, did you? The mother is recognized by law as the main creating force of a body. But that's not fair to fathers, now is it? The law states that the body belongs to the father if he can prove the mother was unwilling to have the child. And since she purchaced my condom, this body belongs to me!"
You don't believe your ears. How could he do something like this? But then, it hits you: that stoner wasn't thinking about 'N' for 'Newland', he was thinking about 'Nantucket'! Reggie must have been in on this plan the whole time!
Your new feet finally give way, and you collapse to the floor. "How the hell can you do this to me?"
He smiles, clearly ready to answer this question. "It's simple. I don't give a shit about you. I never did. Was I ever around as you grew up? Hell no! We have no emotions, no shared experiences, nothing! But how can I say 'no' to your body?
"It's a new chance at life! If it weren't for these eyes, you'd look exactly like me! Thanks to you, I just shaved over twenty years off of my life-span! I have another chance, a new chance, a chance to get a real job instead of my dead-end hellhole! And I owe it all to a one-night stand!"
"But what about my chance!" you scream, pounding on the monitor. The connection is fading, and the static is already coming in.
He raises his chin in spite. "I don't give a fuck about your chance." He walks away, and your body fades away in the static.
Your eyes squint in hopeless sorrow, but your new body is incapable of tears.