learn about "business"

I'm screwed, I'm so screwed now I don't know what to do, should I call dad? And what if dad was complicit in all this shit?

Since I was a child I was always rejected by my father, maybe it was because I was gay? Or maybe I was never enough? I spent my whole life looking for my father's approval, I entered the gym to get in shape, gain muscle so I wouldn't be a “faggot” That's what my father used to call me whenever he was mad at me, I spent 5 years of my life in high school business to be able to enter my family's business.

One day I would be the president of the family company just like my father, but as always my father refused to let me into the company, he thinks I need to learn about "business" and had no better idea than to make me play Golf with him. his right-hand man was a fat old man named Gerald.

I never trusted that man even before he did…this to me. He seemed suspiciously eager to start our game, he kept looking at me with that creepy smile with his false teeth and stinky cigarette polluting all the air around him.

 He kept praising me about how one day I would be a better president than my father and that all he needed was some experience, his experience to be more precise. -Hey what do you think if we make this friendly game a bet?-He told me offering me his hand and I was totally stupid in accepting it.

When I shook hands with him I had a strange feeling that something was not right and I would find out when the game was over. I had never played golf before in my life, but the game seemed simple enough. 18 holes we could have finished in a couple of hours if Gerald didn't have to carry around that huge belly, he looked really stupid driving that golf cart, the course wasn't that big we could have walked but Gerald didn't stop complaining as soon as we started to walk.

The game started and we also started talking as he tried not to be so humiliated by Gerald's technique. He started talking to me about how lucky he was to be young and fit, that I shouldn't be wasting his youth on an old man like him and a bunch of shit that old people say jealous of young people.

Gerald started telling me stories about my father and the company and the 40 years he had been working with my father and he would soon be retired after all he is 65 years old now and was no longer fit to go to the office. Gerald was just a rich and sad old man who had done nothing but work with my father all his life, for a minute I thought that this was the lesson my father wanted me to learn, that I didn't have to work so hard not to end up being an old man. obese and lonely like Gerald or so I thought until I realized what happened to my body.

While we were playing at no time did I stop smelling his stinky cigarette or hearing his ridiculous voice, even when I walked away it seemed that this smell followed me everywhere, the smell was strange but strong and I must admit that it was a bit pleasant, The heat of The sun seemed to have intensified from the 11th hole and I no longer felt like jogging next to his golf cart, he even let me drive? the last few holes, well, he sucked at this game but he was starting to enjoy it, maybe Gerald wasn't such a bad guy, at least he knew how to have fun.

I was so focused on myself that I didn't realize that every time I got a loss he won my youth, my appearance, my muscles, and I was left with all his fat and his old age, when we got to the last hole I realized what had happened to me that's why I felt so tired and sluggish.

When the game ended I looked at "Gerald" or rather myself, we had exchanged everything from our clothes to our faces. I had become Gerald. and now it was me who had that smelly cigar between my old lips

When the game ended “Gerald” said goodbye and thanked me for all the “advice” and the “experience” I gave him -My father will be very proud of me thanks to you- I saw him jogging away testing the resistance of his new and young body. and I was left on the 18th hole with his obese old ass.

-where is the golf cart? -I couldn't reach it I didn't even have the energy to try, all I had was a huge stomach and a big bank account but I wasn't happy and my whole body hurt like hell...maybe before go talk to my dad I need a massage, this old back is killing me.

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