The great shift: Father's day part 1 (Patreon)

How long has he been in this body? it's hard to concentrate with this little brain it seems that my son is having a better time than me with the exchange and with the days that seem shorter when you only have a few years to live, while my "parents" watched the news I realized that it was what happened to me and the rest of the world it seems I'm not the only one to exchange his body around the world, but maybe I'm the only one to exchange with someone so young?

I don't know, I don't have access to the internet since me and my little one exchanged our lives, at least my wife and mother take care of me, it's very humiliating to have to drink milk from my wife's tits to survive, but over time I got used.

I'd be lying if I didn't say I miss being an adult sometimes, Everything is so huge and scary now! it's strange to feel so helpless. Before all this I was the biggest guy I had ever seen, all my neighbors respected me and looked up to me but now... the only thing they do when they see me is talking to me like a baby, if they knew who I was and that I could understand them.

The first day in this delicate body was total hell, I lost the ability to speak, I could barely think and understand that I had become my little son and now I was in the crib where I had woken him up the night before, I started crying until that my wife approached me to try to calm me down and feed me from her boobs. Something was soothing about sucking on her breasts again in a way that I had never done before.

I was without knowing my life or my real body for a whole day, just shitting and pissing on myself, crying and sleeping in the same place. I was totally isolated from the world just listening to the news on TV and what had happened with the rest of the world. I was not mentally prepared to face my son but the day after waking up in this little body I was able to “talk” to him.

Something had changed with him, I had become dumber and smarter, enough to understand what had happened to us and that now we would have to live each other's lives and he had no intention of telling my family and friends about it. what had happened to us, his excuse is that he didn't want to hurt "mom" and it would be easier for everyone if I kept pretending to be a silly baby and he was a bodybuilder, a personal trainer, and my father.

As much as the idea of ​​staying as a baby terrified me there was nothing I could do, the days passed and little by little my mind got used to my childish brain and I think I got dumber every day. and that's fine! not that I use my brain much now that all I do is go to kindergarten to learn the colors and speak again.

I still don't understand how my "daddy" went on with my life but he seems to have a lot of fun with my life and my body, sometimes he takes me to the gym with him, in the short time that he has taken charge of my life he has much bigger and harder than I was. I still really want to grow up and be just as big as my new dad, little by little I stopped thinking of him as my little son who was playing at being an adult and I began to see him as my real dad.

Now I find it much more fun to play with my new friends and watch TV shows full of colors and shapes, today in the nursery we played with paint and I was playing with my best friend Jimmy and painting my present for my new daddy for father's day I just hope you like it.

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