What the heck is going on?

"What the heck is going on?" Jacob demanded, "You tell me you are my father in the body of a slutty cheerleader and just expect me to leave it that?"

"Hmm?" The young woman looked up from the bench of ruined equipment as if she'd only just noticed him, "Oh well, it seems the good lord has seen fit not to bless my attempt to create a quantum communicator. I trust in his wisdom to guide my research in a new direction."

Jacob nodded at that. He was no scientist himself, but he knew enough to grasp the basic concept.

"Instant communication at any distance?" He said to show he was following so far, "but how does trying to make a fancy radio end up with you... well, like this?"

"Ah now that's the real question, isn't it?" Her expressive shrug causing a series of distracting movements under her top, "my current hypothesis is that my body's state has somehow become synchronised with your brainwaves son."

"What?" Jacob's eyes snapped up from the cheerleader's chest to meet her Hazel eyes, "Me? I was just in my room, uh, watching a movie, how could that have anything to do with this?"

Jacob squirms awkwardly and hopes his father doesn't have any follow-up questions about his choice of "movies".

"Who can say?" she shrugged again, drawing Jacob's attention back to the oh so fascinating motion of her tits, "We are in uncharted territory here son, a whole new field of study."

"Soo, if I made you turn into a sexy brunette, accidentally of course, I could probably change you back?"

"I'd say it's certainly worth a try," she agrees, although there's a hint of something that might almost be **** in her eyes, "Go ahead and try picturing me as my normal manly self again."

Feeling a bit silly, Jacob closed his eyes and tried to picture the image of his father as a handsome older man again...