The difference a brother can make

 

Man, I wasn’t expecting this when I wished that my sister was actually my brother. I was just hoping that it would make her more interested in the geeky things I was into, rather than makeup and reality tv shows. But I guess having an older brother actually had more of an effect on me than I though it would as I had changed as well as her.

Gone was my geeky and scrawny former self, now I was a cocky and confident guy, covered in tattoos. It was obviously I now spent a good part of my time in the gym. I wasn’t complaining, in fact I actually liked the change and was already starting to forget that I my brother was actually my sister, he always had and always will be my bro, we’re as close as two people could be, hell my memories are telling me we even sleep with the same girls, and occasional willing guy, I think things had worked out for the better.

Lil Bro to Big Bro

I'm still slightly awkward in this body, I have no idea what to even do in the gym to keep this body in shape. I don't even know why I agreed to take my older brothers place so I could pass his final exams for him, I should have just let him fail.

I wasn't use to having all the attention on me when ever I walked in the room, my brother was always the popular one, while I just kept to myself and studied hard. I will admit though, I know now why he was so cocky and confident all the time, this body just oozed self-confidence, maybe its the muscles or the tattoos, i'm not sure but I like it.

Its also weird that for the last week I've been in this body I've had zero attraction to other men that I used to have, at the same time I can't take my eyes off of the women. My brothers always been a ladies man and was never one to be single for long. I guess it sort of makes sense, sexuality must be linked to the body right?

I've been avoiding my brothers girlfriend since I don't think I would be able to resist myself, but she keeps on texting me and I don't think I can keep it going. Thinking about it I feel better than i've ever been while in my brothers body, I might even reconsider swapping back, i'm sure I can pursuade my older.. I mean younger brother, after all he always said younger siblings so respect the older one.

Brotherly Advice

I’m glad my big brother had taught me a lot of things, but theres still so many things that I need to learn, like shaving, its only been a few weeks since I’ve had to start doing it and I’m still not used to it. Theres a lot of things that I need to learn to do, I’m sure my big brother would have taught me eventually, but I don’t thing he was expecting us to swap ages over night. 

At first I was scared and confused, imagine one day being ten years old and the next day waking up as a twenty year old. But I quickly calmed down when I realised all the benefits that I now had, I was a adult now! I had gone from being in fourth grade to being a senior in college.

My brother was not as happy with the change as I am, after all, I had only been twenty years old for a week now and can’t even imagine going back to being ten, so it must be worse for him.

It also turns out that reality had changed around us, everyone but the two of use don’t know anything different. This has led to a few changes neither of us were expecting, like how I had a boyfriend, I mean, I always felt different from other kids, but I didn’t think I was gay. Not that I minded, after all my boyfriend is hot!

My brother also was much different from I was, he had been on the football team at college and it seems as though that had followed through to his new life  as a ten year old and he was now in a junior team. 

Neither of us know exactly why or how we swapped ages, but I’m not complaining about it, I’m just going with the flow and hoping that I can make the most of it while it lasts.

A wish on a star

That’s me on the left, I’m 18, and that’s my 15 year old brother Harry on the right. Yeah, you read that right, the guy on the right is my younger brother.

He wasn’t always this big though, he used to be a scrawny little nerd. That was until we were walking home one night and we saw a shooting star. I was laughing as he made a wish “to be big and strong”.

I thought nothing of it, until I woke up the next day in the bedroom we both shared and saw a giant flexing in the mirror. At first I didn’t believe it was Harry, but he soon convinced me, telling me things only Harry would know.

I was a bit nervous as we both walked downstairs that our parents would freak but they acted like everything was normal. Apparently this was normal for them.

It turns out that Harry had been going to the gym since he was eleven and was a natural. He quickly grew in size and the other gym-goers took him under their wing. Helping him with his techniques and how to life properly to make the best gains.

I wasn’t going to admit it but I was jealous of him, it was hard having to constantly explain how I was the older brother. Harry wasn’t making it easy, constantly dragging me down the gym to help him, not that I could help with anything, the size of the weights he was lifting were much higher than I could life.

I just had to keep my eyes on the sky for the next shooting star and hope my wish is granted too.