Adjusting (Patreon)

That's me on the left - and it's also me on the right.

Surprising, right? Now what if I tell you that those images were only taken six months apart. Yeah, I'm not surprised you don't believe me. If it hadn't happened to me I don't think I'd believe it either but it did and I've learned to live with it. If you're so curious though, I'm more than happy to explain what brought about such a surprising change...

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Joshua Porter and I was a college jock. You know the type - dedicated only to football and my frat at the expense of everything else. I wasn't the smartest guy in class and had even paid some of the nerds to write my essays because it would simply take away time that could be better spent partying or lifting in the gym. I wasn't really the greatest person to hang out with because I lived in a bubble where I was the center of the universe but I guess it's true you never really know how much of a fool you were in your youth until you're much older.

I can even pinpoint the exact moment my life was turned on its head, which is perhaps surprising considering I was a few beers deep at the time. It was during a party at my frat house that one of the nerds I usually paid to write my essays offered me some kind of fruity alcoholic drink. By that point I was more than ready to get intoxicated and mixing drinks hardly concerned me. Little did I know that the drink was actually a potion he'd brewed up to get some revenge on me after he'd overheard my trash talking him to some of my frat bros. I'd only been doing it to save face because they were questioning why I had the nerd visiting me every other week and any college jock will tell you that insecurity is always an issue. 

Thankfully there was nothing deadly about the potion and its effects weren't even that unwelcome in the long run, even if I was certainly caught off guard and a little terrified at first. I'm sure you can all understand that suddenly aging twenty-five years and gaining quite a bit of mass, plus a startling amount of body hair, would send anybody into a frenzy for quite a while! I couldn't believe what I saw in the mirror, nor what my hands came into contact with as I felt up a body that was much broader than what I was used to.

It took some time but eventually I settled down to accept that despite the fact I would no longer be accepted a collage jock, this wasn't necessarily the worst punishment that could have befallen me for my poor behavior. The body I rapidly grew into was a blessing in disguise really. I was still able to hit the gym and hang out at the local sports bars to watch the NFL games but I was seeing through the eyes of an older man and possessed the maturity of one too.

The only major change I wasn't expecting was the awakening of feelings towards the male gender. I'd always considered myself to be straight, although I'd never ruled out the possibility of being bisexual. Now though, I found myself unable to consider a relationship with a woman and instead found my aroused thoughts geared towards those of my own gender. The one person who caught my eye above all else was the very nerd I had once bribed to write my college essays.

He seems to like having a daddy bear put him up in his house and dote on him. I've got to admit that being the mature one in the relationship suited me just fine too because with my advanced maturity it only came naturally to me. There were still times when I thought about my old college days but I was content to leave them in the past. I can still take a damn hot gym selfie and I've got my life sorted out so really, do I have anything to actually complain about?

It's been six months now and I guess you could say that I adjusted to this new path in life pretty quickly! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go pick up my cute younger boyfriend from class and I wouldn't dare be late!