I don’t think I will ever get use to looking down and seeing this old body. Not even a month ago it was nice and smooth and now it’s just hairy and rough. I had a full head of hair, whereas now I was bald. My father and I woke up one morning and found that we had, somehow, swapped ages. He was 18 again and I was 50. The whole house had changed around us as well, along with the rest of the world, for everyone else around us, this was the way it had always been.
It took a few days of panic, mostly on my behalf as my father was actually enjoying being young again, before we tried to settle down and try to have a somewhat normal life. In this new reality, I was a builder, spending all day on a building site for new homes. A far cry from the psychology student i was preciously. Now, I worked a long hard shift on the site before going our out with the other guys for a few beers at the local bar. I also began smoking cigars, this body must have been doing it for a while, because I’m addicted.
One thing however did not change, shockingly, my 19 year old boyfriend was still my boyfriend, only now with a massive daddy kink. It was werid at first, dominating my boyfriend, but I actually enjoy it now. Apparently in this reality, me and my former mom had my son/former dad, before I came out as gay.
I had just gotten out the shower after a good fuck session with my boyfriend while my dad was at rugby practice, hes been enjoying his youth again, and to be honest, he looks good, I was no where near as muscular as he is. I think he likes the change more than I do because he’s been been out strutting his new younger body as much as possible. Although I won’t lie, I am starting to get use to being older, I get so much more respect from everyone, and I kinda like being the more dominant one in my relationship. Think I’ll miss that if we ever change back.
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