Friday, August 15, 2025

Guest Post: Just like my dad (Story 3) (By Joshman)

Story 3

It's been a little more than a year since my dad swapped lives with me. Well to be fair, I did make myself a 43 year old, but he made that the new normal for everyone, and he made me act like him, going so far as to take over his physical labor job, friends, drinking and smoking habits, and so on... Oh, and he blocked me from the Chronivac so I couldn't change myself back, and finally he is and has been stopping me from even discussing it with him. I was angry, and it's not like I'm not angry now, but I have more going on than that. Let me explain.

One of the stranger things that happened was that I started a budding romance shortly after I was fully turned into an adult. My son could still use the machine, so I expected this was his doing. I could have reclaimed the emitter and uninstalled the program, but even I don't know how I'd get it back, so I'd just be making us stuck this way. Though I admit, it's hard not to play the role he wanted me to play. I had butterflies, used moves I didn't know I had... probably didn't have until my son set me up, and sex is so exhausting and wonderful...

6 months later, we were moving in together. I turned 44, I would have turned 17... I saw my son developing into a strong young man again... but not like he described his high school life when he was the father. He's pulling A's and B's, and not even in sports. I was told he had all C's and D's and his life revolved around sports the first time around. I think... I think he's actually trying.

The last year has been a whirlwind, figuring out I'm bi, finding Alec, figuring out how to be a father... It has been a lot, and I wouldn't wish what happened to me on anyone else, but I am happy.

Now in the present, Alec and I knocked on his door. "Hey son, can we come in for a minute? We have some news for you." He called back, "Yeah." We entered, nervous and excited smiles dancing between us... My son saw our excitement and lit up. "Let me guess, you're getting married!"

We shared an excited giggle, "We hadn't even thought of that yet, but we probably have to in order to adopt."

My son's face was filled with shock, then something else... "Adopt?" he asked as if he just realized he facilitated his 17 year old starting a family. Alec was understanding of my son's reaction and we didn't let it dampen our spirits.

Thursday, August 14, 2025

Guest Post: Just like my dad (Story 2) (By Joshman)

Story 2
A few months ago I found my son doing exercises with a chair... standing and sitting repeatedly... only he was a man my age rather than the 16 year old kid I expected to find when I walked into my house. Things were tense for several minutes there but watching a man my size cower like, well, a weak 16 year old, told me I may be dealing with a special needs person or something... it made me slow down enough to listen, and boy oh boy, am I glad I did.

My son introduced me to the Chronivac and proved it could do what he was saying. I quickly got to work, first stopping his perception of time because I didn't want interruptions, and the next part would take a while. He had shown me enough of the navigation that I could figure the rest out.. I became his age, well, his former age, and set things up to make it so that only he and I would notice the change. I made it natural for him to act just like I would and stopped him from being able to read anything about the Chronivac.

I even made it so he can't pester me about switching back. Every time he tries he is immediately distracted by something else. It's so hard not to laugh at him. He probably thinks he's got ADHD or something given how frequently he's been trying to bring it up. He'd walk up, "Oh hey kiddo, I've been meaning to ask..." *vacant stare* "... hold that thought I just realized..." *goes off to do something* Seriously, how is that not hilarious?

High school has its challenges, obviously, but it is easier the second time around. I'm hoping that this time I can focus on actually learning in high school, maybe go to college this time... not focus on just things I can do with my hands like sports and manual labor... It's a very hard life as my son is learning. One thing I don't miss is the coffee, beer, and cigarettes. I did the first day but that machine cleared that right up. No cravings, no withdrawal... it's something I couldn't do for myself after 25 years of trying.

A couple weeks into this experiment I noticed "dad" looked depressed and withdrawn. I decided to really let him get all the pleasures of adulthood and set him up with a relationship and the instincts and equipment he needed to really...really... enjoy it. I don't think he noticed that his current manhood is better than what I gave him but let me put it this way, he looks less sullen.

He doesn't realize that I used the Chronivac to turn a stuck up, full of himself, talentless ass I knew into a perfect partner for him. The guy was good looking and knew it, younger than the old farts like me, and had enough charm to make me want him to choke to death on his post workout concoctions.

Instead I made him into a loving, dedicated, patient, doesn't mind any of the flaws I preloaded my son with, is eager to do the work, and even open to expanding the relationship with new people. I'm the best wingman ever and get fucked Alec!

I'll make him a kid again, eventually, probably. Though he might not want to go back if his romance remains successful.

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Guest Post: Just like my dad (Story 1) (By Joshman)

Story 1

I was 16 but... Wait, I'm already getting ahead of myself. When I was 16, I dreamt of being strong like my dad. My mom left the picture when I was 3 and dad never explained what happened, he just always.. got distant... if I brought it up and would spend the next night drunk which, in general, was unlike him. Besides that though, my dad was always great, and my idol, and I wanted to grow up to be just like him. But being a lanky, rail thin, teenager with hormones and acne to spare, but no rights or respect, left me wanting to be an adult yesterday.

The ad for the Chronivac promised to change everything, and despite it sounding way too good to be true, I couldn't stop myself... using my new kids account debit card we just opened to hold my birthday money, I dropped 29.99 +S&H on the Chronivac emitter. I downloaded the program from the site, which didn't flag my antivirus program, and was ready for the device to come. A week later, a package was waiting for me when I came home from school. I tried it, and it worked! I looked like a popular jock!

I freaked myself out imagining dad coming home early and catching me.So I changed back and went to my homework. This went on for several days as I explored the multitude of options the device offered. Beard, body hair, tattoos, hair color... It didn't take long for me to plug into my fantasy and become like my idol. Really all I did was change my build to muscular and change my age to 43. I was so engrossed with myself I didn't notice my dad as he came home. He caught me sitting in the recliner, then standing up, and repeating the motion, appreciating how different it felt carrying so much mass while also having so much muscle.

The next bit was a flurry of emotions and panic from everyone, It's hard to remember the specifics of what was said, but I ended up showing my dad the Chronivac, showed him my profile and all the features I found... He tested it and next thing I knew he was kicking me out of my room. Next thing I remember, I'm watching TV and a kid my age is telling me we're going to stay this way for now. All I could think to say was "Oh, okay."

I just know how to take his place and nothing seems amiss. I need coffee every day to keep from getting a headache, I smoke a pack a day, I know all his coworkers and how to do his job, what bills to pay and when... I've been forced to take over his life. I started dating, which he never did... I suspect he set us up to placate me and I just know how to excel in a relationship too.

I tried to bring the switch back up 100 times. I start but as soon as I come up with the sentence in my head I need to go outside for a cigarette, or grab a beer and pull out my phone, or get excited about a sports game going on, or decide to plan a date, or find a chore I've been meaning to do, or a project to start... My brain just can't focus long enough to have the conversation.

I tried going to the machine directly, I can read just fine but anything in that program, even in a picture of the screen, is as good as being in another language! So is the help manual, and any website discussing it... so customer support is a no go. I wanted to be more like him, guess I got what I wanted.