Wish upon a star (Patreon)

-Derek, you have 3 seconds to get down here! Or I'm going to…-

Before I could finish my threat, my little 8-year-old son who was now in my body interrupted me, his voice firm, cheerful and strangely intimidating to my young ears.

- OR WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING TO HAPPEN? First you would have to go up here DWARF-

I could hardly believe my weak, submissive son was now behaving like a pushy, masculine, domineering man, like I always might have been, Derek. I took a huge gulp from my "special" thermos filled with a refreshing cocktail of coffee with a touch of whiskey that I used to drink while working in my workshop. Before I could say anything, he interrupted me again.

-I think you didn't understand me the first time he said it, so this time I'm going to make it very roomy so that your little childish brain can understand me, Now I'm the father, and I'm the boss in this house. Because this is my house, this is my workshop, this is my body from now on, so you better get used to looking up at me DEREK-

This is all my fault, I should never have made that stupid wish on that silly shooting star and I didn't even mean it… I was too drunk and frustrated because the principal called me while I was finishing a job to inform me that my son had been bothered by a couple of bullies, and now she wouldn't stop crying in the infirmary…again.

"I wish my son would be a little more like me and stop being a fag"

When I woke up in the morning in my son's room, I immediately knew something was wrong with my head. As I climbed out of my son's colorful bed using my stubby little legs, my mind struggled to stay focused and not get distracted by all the colorful toys littering the floor.

And while I was trying to figure out what my own son was going through, I was already in the kitchen frying up some bacon and eggs while drinking my "special" coffee and smoking one of my morning cigarettes, Derek was definitely a lot more like me now, and I was terrified.

Maybe I got my wish, but I fucked myself in the process, Derek using his long, strong legs to jump low to the ground as he kept smirking.

-Now you better get out of here boy, lock yourself in your room, think in silence about what I told you and let your father work in peace-

I wanted to fight, to tell him to fuck off, to try to subdue him, but something inside me made me fear the huge muscular man in front of me, he was acting like a... weakling.

-Yes…. Sir- I turned around and walked out of my own workshop that I had built with my hands, I bit the bottom part of my lip trying to hold back the tears that began to come out of my eyes.

What is the probability of seeing 2 shooting stars in a lifetime?

Esp:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-lKoTQ0zgAPrS6FJzvJZW4NBqeKbqlnPY8HCkfm-iQg/edit?usp=sharing