My Ex-Boyfriend

Think Just Like Him

Guest Post: No more doing chores (By Jona)

My brother Daniel has always been a bit of a jerk. He always thought he could boss me around, just because I'm seven years younger than he is. I was so jealous of him. He was very handsome and in great shape, while I was a dimply, slightly overweight teenager. He had always been successful at school with the girls, and I was a socially awkward teenager, struggling with being gay. My brother caught me one day looking at gay porn on the computer, and since that day, he was blackmailing me to do all his chores. If I didn't do them, he'd tell dad I was gay. I was so afraid of what might be dad's reaction, that I agreed to the blackmail. But after a few months, I just couldn't stand it anymore. Not only did I have to do all his work around the house, he also started calling me "faggot" in front of his friends. Whenever his friends were around, I had to get them drinks and food, as if I was some kind of servant. I had had enough. I looked for a solution on the Internet, but I couldn't find one, until suddenly, a pop-up appeared. "Having trouble with cruel older brothers?" it said. "Then order NOW!!!". I was intrigued and ordered what seemed to be a little bottle. Two days later, there was a little box in the mail. Luckily, I was the one to get the mail, so I didn't have to answer any questions about what I had ordered. The instructions told me I had to pour half the content of the bottle in my drink and half in the drink of the person I'd want to swap with. So next time my brother asked me to get him a drink, I poured in one half of the liquid and brought it to him. He gulped it down in one shot. Then, I went back to the kitchen and drank a glass of water with the other half of the liquid in it. I waited full anticipation, but nothing happened. "I'm so stupid for being fooled by this Internet scam." I thought by myself, disappointed.

The next morning, I woke up, not feeling quite myself. I somehow felt heavier. I stumbled to the bathroom and was perplexed by the reflection in the mirror. Staring back at me was my brother, or rather, me inside my brother's body. It was so weird. Then I saw my former body standing in the doorway.

"Give me back my body, faggot!" my brother said.

"No way, little brother!" I said.

"Yes way, faggot," he snarled back.

That enraged me. He had to stop calling me a faggot. So I grabbed him in a headlock. "What did you call me?"

"Nothing, nothing," he winced.

"Say you're sorry," I ordered him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he cried.

"Good. Now go back to your bedroom. I'm not reversing anything. We're staying in each other's bodies, because you need to be taught a lesson."

My brother went back to his bedroom, stomping his feet and with tears in his eyes. Seriously, he can be such a kid sometimes. I put on some clothes and admired my new body in the mirror. I took a selfie and posted it online. I was so proud of this new body.

Since the swap, my life has been so much better. I feel much happier, certainly after I told my parents I was gay. My dad was so supportive. I never thought he would be so understanding. They also scolded my little brother for calling me a faggot and grounded him. Even his – my – friends were cool about it. "No worries, bro, you're still one of our besties!" I'm loving life in this new body!

Guest Post: Ignoring the rule of the amulet (By Jona)

I don't care what dad said, I just HAVE TO jerk off. Even if it means we won't be able to switch back into our own bodies.

Dad and I decided to switch bodies for a day, so I could experience it was no fun being an adult. It would be a good learning experience for me, he opined. Dad always said that being a teenager was way easier than being an adult, because as an adult, you have all kinds of responsibilities. So he got an amulet from the Amulets-R-Us store to swap lives for a day. However, according to the amulet salesman, there was one condition: we could not give in to any kind of sexual desire while being in the body of the other person. If we did, the swap would be irrevocable and we'd be stuck in each other's bodies for the rest of our lives.

So this morning, we swapped lives. I became him, a 38-year-old businessman, and he became me, a 14-year-old boy. He went to school in my uniform and I went to work in his suit. Luckily, we had each other's memories, so I knew how to do his job and I knew the names of everyone around the office. At first, I thought it was easy, but the feeling in my dick became more and more difficult to ignore. It seemed to have a mind of its own, springing up every time that hot young intern boy came into my office. Damn, he's such a cute guy, and he has the nicest round ass. I just couldn't take it anymore… During my lunch break, I decided to jerk off. It felt so good feeling my dad's dick and spilling my load.

This evening, I'll have the hard task telling my dad we won't be able to change back because I couldn't control my urges. But you know what? He'll just have to accept it. I'm the dad from now on, and if he doesn't like it, then that's tough. He'll have to get used to me calling him SON.

Guest Post: Stop Complaining (By Jona)

Listen, dad, we've been over this before. We can't change back. The medallion is lost and we're stuck like this. Stop whining like a little boy. But hey, that's what you are from now on, I guess. That means I'd better start calling you SON, since technically you are my son now, and I'm your dad.

You have get prepared for school, son. You said school was easy, so I don't understand why you keep on nagging about not wanting to go. Get dressed now! You don't see me complaining about having to go and do your work now, don't you? I'm already fully dressed and ready to go. Daddy needs to drive you to school and needs to be on time at work. If you're not dressed within the next fifteen minutes, you'll get a spanking, BOY! Now move!

Dad went to my room (well, technically his room now) to get dressed. Little did he know I hid the medallion in the attic, where he's forbidden to go. I'm never changing back. Being an adult is great! And damn, I look great in a suit!

Guest Post: Military Upbringing (by Jona)

 

Nick hated his dad. His dad was an ex-marine and a firm believer in a strong disciplinarian upbringing. His whole childhood long, his dad had kept a tight leash on him and had often spanked him as punishment. This had been a source of conflict with his mother, who didn't believe in that kind of disciplining, and the disagreement had eventually lead to their divorce. 

Even now, at 14, Nick sometimes felt the wrath of his father. Just today he had been grounded for two weeks for not wanting to do the dishes. Two weeks! That's too long! Dad had to know how it felt to be so unjustly punished. That's why he wished they could trade places and that his dad would realize how it felt being powerless against such an authoritarian male.

The next morning he woke up feeling much heavier than he used to remember. What happened? He looked down and saw his muscled arms and hairy chest. His hands touched my head. There was very little hair on it. He rushed to the ensuite bathroom (since when did he have a bathroom in his room?) and looked in the mirror. He saw the reflection of his father staring back at him. He touched his whole body to be sure the refection mimicked the his movements. It did. Then he gave himself a stern look. Yup, there was that piercing stare he knew but all too well. While his was discovering this new reality, he heard a shrill scream and light footsteps running towards him. He saw his old self in the doorway, but even younger than he originally was. The boy standing there must be around seven years old.

"What the fuck happened? What did you do?" he asked furiously.

"Hey Dad, I'm you!" Nick said. "Isn't it great?" Nick smirked.

"No, it's not great, you have to change us the fuck back. I don't want to be a fucking kid."

"Watch your language, young man," Nick said sternly. "A boy your age should not use vulgar words like that."

"I'll do what the fuck I want. I'm an adult!" his father said defiantly.

"All right, I see you won't listen. You'll need to be taught a lesson." He took the little boy in his muscled arms and threw him over his lap and gave his ass a good beating. Damn, that felt powerful! His father winced and screamed as his hand hit the bare cheeks.

"I'm the father now, and you are my SON, understood? I will not have my son have such a foul mouth. I'm going to raise you according to the strict values of the marine corps. You're grounded for two weeks. Now go back to your bedroom and think about what a naughty boy you've been!" Nick was impressed by how strict he sounded, and he loved it! His father looked at him with fear mingled with respect in his eyes.

"Ok," his father said reluctantly.

"Yes, who? You'll address my with Sir, little boy!"

"Yes, Sir" my father answered and he went back to his room, defeated.

Nick smiled and went back in front of the mirror. This was going to be great, he thought. But he'll need to keep up the strict discipline in his house, because he could see the boy was going to take some serious work to make him into a respectable member of the American society.