Friday, August 28, 2015

Guest Post: Keeps Popping Up (By Jona)



Now the kid's having his afternoon nap, I can do the dishes. Being a kid, playing all day, can be exhausting. And the little one is only five years old, so he still likes to have a nap from time to time. Besides, it has been thirty years since he was five.
You see, my dad and I switched bodies yesterday. It was my birthday yesterday and he had forgotten to get me a present. As a single dad, he rarely had time to go out to hunt for presens. On his way home from work, he had quickly bought an old amulet in a magic store that supposedly could switch two people's bodies. He thought a "magic" amulet would make me happy. Little did he know that the amulet actually worked, as it swapped our minds. I was suddenly in my dad's body and he was in mine. He was quite shocked to see it had worked and insisted we'd change back. But I said it was my birthday present and that it would be unfair if he already took it away. He thought it over for a few seconds and agreed, as long as we'd change back in the evening.
It was great being in a grown-up body! I felt stronger and when I went outside, people treated me as an adult. Dad somehow also seemed to enjoy his time being me. He was a bit down in the mouth in the beginning, but as the day went on, he started to enjoy playing with my friends in the backyard. When the evening came, he was completely worn out from all the playing and he fell asleep next to me on the couch. So I put him in my bed. Well, his bed for the time being.
The next morning, he came downstairs and said "Good morning, daddy!" to me. I was quite surprised. Why did he call me "daddy"? During breakfast, he asked if he could have his (my?) best friend Charlie over again to play with. Not once did he say anything about the switch we made the day before. Had he forgotten everything? In everything he did and said, he seemed to be a little boy. I agreed to have Charlie over in the afternoon, but only if he cleaned up his room. He sulked a bit and said he didn't want to, but I put my foot down. I wanted to teach my kid he also had responsibilities in the household. Dad wasn't too happy, but finally said "Ok, daddy!" and went upstairs. Again I was surprised by the dad-son interaction between us. It somehow felt so natural for me to be the dad.
After I tucked him in for his afternoon nap, I went to do some household chores myself, starting with the dishes. It seems as if we're going to stay this way. I'm the dad from now on, and – if I say so myself – I seem to have the job pretty much under control. There's only one problem that keeps popping up: my penis has been getting stiff a couple of times since I've become my dad and I don't know what to do about it. I'm afraid to ask my dad, as he is a kid now and doesn't seem to remember anything. Maybe if I stroke it, it'll go away...?

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Guest Post: Being A Better Dad (By Jona)



Dad and I switched bodies last week. It was kind of unexpected, to be honest. At seven years old, I was still having a bedwetting problem. My dad thought that punishment would resolve the problem, so every time I had wetted the bed during the night, he made me clean up the mess I made and gave me chores to do around the house all day. It made me quite mad, because it was not as if deliberately peed in my bed. We had seen a doctor and she also told us that punishing was not a solution. Unfortunately, my dad didn't want to believe it. One morning, when I had once again had a nighttime accident, I feared my dad was going to shout at me again. I wished my dad could experience how humiliating it actually was to discover one's wet bed in the morning and to be forced to clean it up all by oneself. Suddenly, I blacked out for a couple of seconds, and when I came to, I was lying in a bed and I was in my dad's body. I heard footsteps and the door to the bedroom was slowly being opened. There I was, or at least there was my body, cautiously calling out. "Daddy?" I heard my young voice say. "I've had an accident again." I got up and went to his bedroom. I scolded him for wetting the bed and made him clean everything up. The kid was obviously afraid and immediately did as I asked. I was surprised I was so harsh on the former me. It wasn't my intention, but the body just somehow took over. On the other hand, it was good my father experienced how degrading the whole situation was and how terrified he made me feel.
I figured it was dad who was in my body, but he never said a thing. I guessed he also had to be emotionally influenced by my body and somehow it was refraining him from making any commentary about the swap. And I know he must have had memories from before the switch, because I had them too. Although, they became less and less prominent and they were replaced by new memories. I acquired driving skills and suddenly I knew how to do my dad's job. Over the course of the days, I settled more and more into the role of the dad. I still remembered I had been the son, but that memory was more or less all that was left. I guessed there was no way back. The swap must have happened for a reason, and I supposed it happened so I could prove I was better at being a dad than he was. So I started to treat the kid better. I listened to his problems, we talked about the bedwetting situation. I was still a strict dad, but I wasn't going to punish him for something he had no control over. Who knows, if I did punish him unjustly, the mysterious powers that enabled the switch might want to reverse it. And I was definitely not going back to my former life. I loved being a dad for my son.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Guest Post: Not As Planned (By Jona)

I had had enough of being bossed around! At seven years old, I was the youngest of the family and I had to listen to everybody else. My father was very strict with me, my mom was sweet, but overbearing and my two older brothers were always playing boss over me. I couldn't do this, because I was too young, I couldn't do that because I would hurt myself. I was always the first one to go to bed and I couldn't stay up late. Rules, rules, rules all the time. I just couldn't deal with it anymore.
That's why I bought a special amulet in this new store I noticed in the shopping centre. I managed to sneak away from my mom for ten minutes and went in. It was a higgledy-piggledy store with lots of weird stuff, some of which looked quite ancient. This old guy at the counter asked me if I was old enough to be unaccompanied. I said yes and told him I wished I could be older, so no one would treat me like a child anymore. The guy paused for a moment to reflect and stared at me in a curious way. He then gave me an amulet and he said it had the ability to swap ages with the first living being it touched after I had made the wish to swap. He said that might be a solution to my problem. I was very happy and thanked the man. He said it was his pleasure and that I didn't even have to pay him. It was a favour. I thanked the man again and ran out of the store to find mom. When I found her, she told me off for running off without telling her. I said I was sorry. It would be the last time she would be telling me off, I chuckled.
On the way back home, I thought of all the people I could be swapping ages with. Mom? One of my brothers? Dad? I settled on dad. It would be fun to be the dad of the family and to punish my dad, who would become my son. I could also be the boss of my two older brothers and ground them when they made a mistake. I grinned at all the possibilities there were to get back at my dad and brothers.
Back home, I went to my room and hatched a plan. Dad was in his office, so I would make the wish outside the door, go in and show him the amulet. When he would take it to have a look, we'd swap ages. It was the perfect plan.
I went to dad's office, made the wish and opened the door. Suddenly, I was run over by Max, the family dog. He was very happy to see me and jumped on me. He liked my face and I held him with both my hands, which meant I touched him with the amulet. The swap was immediate. Max became a puppy and I became 57, which was Max's age in human years. Reality also changed. I was my dad's uncle all of a sudden and Max was my dog. I lived just up the street from my nephew and was a frequent guest at their house. I often visited my nephew, his wife and their two sons and they loved having me around. The swap was not as planned, but somehow I was ok with it. I was still in good shape and there were lots of young guys looking for a hunky daddy to have fun with. And best of all: no one bossed me around anymore.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Guest Post: Coffee And A Wank (By Jona)

Finally, the lad's off to school. It was quite a struggle to get him ready, because he didn't want to go. But I insisted. It's a very important day for him, as it's his first day at school. Well, not his very first day, but his first day in my body.
It all started two weeks ago, during the holidays. Dad wanted to experience the holidays again like a child, without any worries. He said he wanted to be able to play freely in the garden again, watch cartoons in his pyjamas, go down to the playground with my friends. So we agreed to swap bodies for a week. I thought it would be fun being an adult for a while. I had always wondered what adult life would feel like. Let me tell you, it was tougher than I thought. I had to do dad's work at the office and I actually found it quite boring. Sitting at a desk and crunching numbers a whole day was not my idea of fun. Plus, dad's boss was a real asshole, who'd frequently annoy me with all kinds of unreasonable demands. There was no peace and quiet at home either, as dad's new girlfriend was a real nag. It was good the swap would only last for a week, because I soon began to understand how it felt to experience what dad called "stress".
Then one day, dad came home crying. He had been at the playground and he told me some older kids had taken the magic ring from him he had used to swap our bodies. I said I'd go find those bullies to take the ring back. But he sobbed and told me they taunted him with it and finally threw it in the river. That meant the ring was gone. For good. And it also meant we were stuck in each other's bodies. For good. Neither of us was happy with the outcome. I was so angry I grounded him for three days. He was quite surprised by it, but complied. It was only normal to me. It's what daddies do when their boys have done a stupid thing.
We settled into our roles, but dad didn't want to go to school, because those bullies would be there as well. I told him he had to go, because people would become suspicious if he didn't. We would have to live our lives normally from now on. We had a lot of arguments about it, but I put my foot down. He had to attend school. He was not happy, but I told him he had to do what I said, because I was the dad now.
I took the day off and dropped him off at school. He looked back at me with a pleading face and teary eyes, but I closed the car door and drove back home. The kid will have to deal with it from now on, just as I will have to deal with his job. I've found two ways to make the stress kind of fade away: having a coffee and having a wank. And that's what I'm planning to do, now the kid's at school and I have the whole day to myself.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Guest Post: Lovely Day At The Beach (By Jona)



"Dylan – I mean Dad – are you smoking a cigar?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, so what? Can't daddy have a bit of relaxation at the beach?"

"I didn't say you could smoke cigars, Dylan," Mark whispered reproachfully.

"Listen, kid, you have to stop calling me Dylan. That's your name. You'll address me as Daddy, ok?" Dylan said.

"Ok," Mark said with a sigh.

"Ok, who?"

"Ok, DAD" said Mark with ironic insistence.

"Listen," Dylan said while pulling his former body closer to him, "this is your choice. You wanted to be a nine-year-old boy and have a carefree day at the beach, just like when you were young. You wanted to play in the sea with my friends and have fun building sandcastles. You thought I was just going to sit here watching you have fun? Now I'm 39, I want to enjoy the perks of being an adult. That means smoking a cigar and flirting with the cute boys on the beach."

"What!?" Mark exclaimed. "Flirting with boys? That's it, mister. We're done with this. We're going home right now and we're going to change back. If I had known you'd be such a brat in my body, I wouldn't have made the swap in the first place."

"I'm not going anywhere," Dylan said defiantly. "Besides, you don't call the shots anymore. I'm the dad now and I will decide when we go home. Honestly, I'm not sure I want to change back actually."

"How dare you, boy? Once I get the amulet and change us back, I'm going to tan your hide." Mark threatened.

"Listen here, son," Dylan said in a stern voice, "don't ever speak to me like that again. I'm your DAD and you should show me some respect. YOU wanted to come to the beach and YOU wanted to have fun. I'm not going back to how it was. I like being an adult. Besides, you forget who has the amulet now we're in each other's bodies."

Mark suddenly realized what his son said was true. He had put the amulet in the safe of his home office. Luckily only he knew the code to open it. It was … Damn, what was it? Oh no, he had forgotten! Mark tried to remember the combination but he just couldn't.

"You can't remember the combination, can you?" Dylan said triumphantly. "No worries, boy, I know it."

Mark felt defeated. He realized that instant that he was stuck being a nine-year-old.

"Now, let daddy have some peace and quiet, so he can talk with the other adults here. Go and play with your friends, SON. Look, they're already wondering why it's taking so long for you to join them again. Have some fun, sport." Dylan ruffled his new son's hair, who was a bit down in the mouth.

"Ok, dad." the new Dylan said, after which he ran to his new friends with tears in his eyes.

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