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Trapped in the body and mind of my 14-year-old son (2)
🕑 Added 2022-02-14 04:55:55 +0000 UTCTHIS IS FUCKING GREAT! I don't know exactly why my father chose me as his lab rat to cast his body-swapping spell but I have no complaints!
Being an adult is better than being a stupid child, When I woke up in bed and in my father's body I felt like shit! by the way, it feels great to be able to say bad words without having to answer to anyone.
It was 6 am when I was woken up by the sound of my father's alarm clock to go to work maybe he forgot it was Saturday he did that when he had this body. Anyway I was really scared when I saw myself in the mirror for the first time now I was old and tired, I ran straight to my room using my new long hairy legs.
But before I got to the door a sudden thought came to my mind "why don't I have some fun before my son wakes up and starts screwing me over?" the first thing I did was go to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of hot coffee without even a spoonful of sugar and after the first sip, I could understand why the adults were so obsessed with this bitter drink it was amazing how good I felt when I finished with my first cup!
Afterward, I poured myself a second cup and went to change into something more “comfortable” I always thought dad's clothes were cool and didn't know when he would get another chance like this. Even with the second cup of coffee and taking small sips, I walked to Dad's room and raided his closet, I dressed in a shirt and pants, damn it! I even put on her long stockings and her black shoes and before I knew it my body was moving on its own.
I took one of dad's ties and slid it over my neck I didn't know exactly what I was doing I just let myself go for the moment and before I knew it I had made a perfect knot in the tie. Like that was a switch, memories of my father from the day before flooded my mind. -So... he's in my body now?- My dad's thick, comforting voice now came out of me, my new reflection in the mirror in my father's room catching my attention as he spoke.
I looked up and down, now it was my father, now I was the father. Walking slowly back to the living room and guided by my instincts, I pulled out one of the fat cigars from Dad's “secret” drawer. now there was no longer any secret for me everything was in my mind, in my memories.
Taking my time enjoying the moment, I brought the thick, tobacco-flavored cylinder to my mouth and lit. for a second I thought “why is this flavor so familiar?” but it was obvious that this body had done it hundreds of times before that feeling of "Deja Vu" is repeated to this day every time I do anything. the sensation of having the cigar between my lips, the papa suit, and the papa body were addictive from that moment I felt powerful, safe as an adult.
And after taking my first puff and letting the feeling of relaxation and the smoke invade my body, my father woke up, left the room moving his little feet directly towards me. -Hey son… did you sleep well?-
ver. español: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LJTcMFV9bhvidAbw7lHGYIlIIijWl1gHTA8LLoA_dwo/edit?usp=sharing
