Your dad

"Look at you," she says "Getting shit faced in the hot neighbour's body. You're a real chip off the old block, that's for sure."

"Dad?" he squeaks recognising the speech patterns and mannerisms even in the wrong body "Is that really you? I, I don't understand..."

"Ha ha. In the flesh, so to speak." she says pouring him a coffee to clear his head "I expect you've got a lot of questions."

The two of you sit at the kitchen table and she waits, watching her son with a slightly smug half smile.

"So you can do what I can too?" He asks

"Obviously" she says "It's an inherited trait, I got it from your grandmother and she got it from her father and so on back to our distant ancestors."

"But why didn't you tell me? How could you not tell me I had superpowers?" Micheal says shocked by his revelation

"Yeah sorry about that." she says "but I couldn't be sure you would inherit the gift, it often skips a generation. Now I know for sure welcome to the club."

Micheal shakes his head, it's a huge shock to learn his family have been keeping this secret from him. On the other hand, it's pretty exciting to learn he's not alone in this. Sipping his coffee he decides what he wants to ask about next...