Son’s Life

There was a knock at the door, I opened it and say Alex my sons boyfriend standing there. A fit strong guy with muscles desperately trying to escape the confines of the mesh shirt he was wearing.

 

“Hi Mr. Richards, is Kurt around I was meant to meet him – we were going out for the rest of the day.” He looked me up and down and bit his lip – I tried to act cool.

“I don’t think he’s up yet, he came in late last night…”

“Yeah, sorry about that I kept him out late again” replied Alex

“I’ll go and get him, you can wait in the kitchen if you like…” Alex walked in and headed for the Kitchen.

I wandered off to Kurt’s bedroom and tapped on the door - “Kurt, are you awake?” I waited for a while and then went in, closing the door behind me.

The room was bright, I saw Kurt on the bed laying quietly; his eyes were open but he was starting into space. I walked over and rubbed his head, stroking his cheek – he didn’t move.

   

Quickly taking off my clothes I stuffed them under the bed, suddenly I heard Alex knocking on the door… “Kurt, Kurt.. are you there?”

I knew I had to be quick, sitting on the bed I lifted Kurt onto my lap. Holding his shoulders I looked at the short black curly hair on the back of Kurt’s head, Alex tapped on the door again.

Taking a deep breath I pushed my head into the back of his, I suddenly felt a rush as all of my son’s memories became available.

Blinking a couple of times my new eyes became used to the light, I tried to speak, but only a gargle rasp came out. I push in a little further and my neck and throat passed into Kurt’s, I felt a tingle as my larynx took control of my sons.

“Yeah Alex, get me a beer – I see you in the kitchen in 5”, “OK man, but be quick..” came the reply from outside.

Gently I pulled my head out of Kurt’s, his eyes rolled up and he gasped a bit. Still unconscious his head flopped back onto my shoulder.

Stripping him of his vest and underwear I lifted his smaller frame and walked him over to the wall. He was almost a foot shorter than me, but I always enjoyed the rush of forcing my larger frame inside Kurt’s.

I pushed, twisted, squeezed myself in – becoming in every way my son. Kurt’s eyes rolled forward and I blinked a couple of times.

Stretching and flexing I once again familiarised myself with Kurt’s body. Quickly I pulled on the black vest and underwear, searching through his clothes I pulled on a shirt and some shorts.

Looking in the mirror, I quickly fixed Kurt’s hair and flashed a cute sideways smile at myself.

Leaving the room, I went to the kitchen to find Alex…