I was sitting on a park bench watching fathers playing with their sons. Some were playing catch while others were sitting quietly together reading stories. I had always planned to get married and raise a family but fate had degreed differently for me. Now almost sixty and very set in my ways, I doubted that I would ever know the joy of loving someone unconditionally and having that love returned, both in a mate and in a child.
It started to get dark so I got up from my seat and headed back to my home. I had done well for myself over the years. Granted I was not a wealthy individual but I managed to live quite comfortably, albeit alone and sometimes rather lonely. I ate a modest dinner and decided to go to bed early. It was New Year’s Eve but there was no big celebration for me. I said my prayers making sure to be thankful for all I had and secretly wishing I had a family to be with in the New Year. I sighed and laid myself down to get some rest. Tomorrow was another day.
I must have slept very soundly throughout the night for the next thing I knew a young child of about nine ran into my room. “Wake up daddy. Happy New Year.” What was that? Did he just say “daddy”? Never mind that, who was this boy? I concluded I must be having a very realistic dream, at least until I felt someone pushing on me, trying to get me to get up out of bed.
I rather reluctantly, and rather groggily, left my warm bed, putting on the robe and slippers the boy brought to me. If it was a dream it sure was a doozy because everything seemed very real, even down to the aroma wafting up the stairs from the kitchen below. Wait a minute. Cooking from downstairs? Who would be cooking?
“Go downstairs and I will be there shortly.” The boy had a boundless amount of energy as children usually do and quickly left the room on his way to breakfast. I, on the other hand, had to pee before going down. Still half-awake I stumbled into the bathroom. I made my way over to the toilet, lifting the cover and getting my penis out. Except it wasn’t my penis, at least not the one I had for all my life. This one had a foreskin (and very sensitive indeed) and certainly didn’t look like one an older man would have. And all I can say about peeing is that it was almost an erotic experience since my new appendage was quite large and the stream coming out of it was quite powerful. I had to be dreaming.
Turning around I came face to face with an image in the mirror. Okay now I know I must be dreaming for facing me was a young man of about thirty, I guessed, and who had short dark hair, piercing blue eyes and a well-toned physique or at least the part I could see. What I saw certainly went with the instrument I had just used to relieve myself but it sure wasn’t my body.
Perplexed and still not convinced I wasn’t having anything more than a beautiful dream I went back into the bedroom to get dressed. That was when I noticed I had a wedding band on my left ring finger. Now that was really strange. I went to my dresser to get some shorts, only I found boxers instead of my usual white briefs. Well I had to put something on before putting pants on so I took a pair out and started to slide them up my legs. Like the face and genitals I had already seen, my legs were not what I was accustomed to dressing. I had long legs completely devoid of my usual thick hair plus they were well-muscled as though a regular regiment of exercise had been maintained. I continued to slide them on; still not quite believing this was all real. More surprises waited when I went to my closet for there I found not my usual wardrobe but the clothes of a well-to-do young man. I chose a pair of pants that looked impossibly long and much more slender than I could ever possibly fit into along with a shirt made of very soft material that belonged to a torso much larger than mine. Okay, I’ll play along with the dream. I went over to the bed, noticing for the first time that it was no longer my usual twin bed but rather a king size bed large enough for two people. I gave up being surprised at this point. There was no use trying to make sense of what was happening. I carefully laid the clothes on the bed and took my robe off. What was that I said about not being surprised? I was flabbergasted and I now understood why the shirt looked so large. My torso definitely was not what I went to bed with last night. I had muscles I never knew existed – beautiful mounds of steely pecs with a set of abs I could only ever dream of having. Like my legs my chest was devoid of hair with the exception of a dark treasure trail leading to my manhood. Well, I guess if one is going to dream of having a different body it might as well be one that would make a male model envious.
I donned the shirt, the fabric caressing every magnificent muscle in my torso and arms. I hated to hide that glorious sight but I couldn’t very well go to breakfast with my chest exposed, at least not in front of a small boy. Next I put the pants on expecting to trip over a lot of excess material. But like the shirt, they fit me perfectly as though they had been tailored specifically to my measurements. Lastly I put socks on and found a pair of well-worn cowboy boots that looked comfortable. There was a full length mirror in one corner of the room. I went over and beheld the most magnificent specimen of manhood I had ever seen… and yes, it was me.
I recapped everything in my mind as I made my way downstairs. There was a small boy in the house, my bed was large enough for two, I had a wedding ring on, and I was now a complete stranger to my own body. What else was I going to find? I soon had my answer as I entered the kitchen.
I couldn’t believe I wasn’t dreaming for cooking in a kitchen that was very well appointed with everything needed to put a restaurant to shame was a young stud, slightly older than myself but still quite a vision. My mind began to whirl. The reality I had known for all my years suddenly disappeared. Instead I now was a corporate executive with a major advertising firm and my husband was a stay at home dad. We had adopted a son a few years ago to complete our family. The house was filled with all the love I could ever ask for, the kind that took a simple dwelling place and made it a home. After breakfast my new mate, Troy was his name, cleaned up and did the dishes while I sat at the table helping our son Brandon with his homework. As for me I now had everything I could possibly want and I was a very happy and content individual.
Touching story Bill.
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