After Christmas: 1

"Damn it, I can't take this one more day!" My father promised me that this would end today, that we would return to our original bodies and we would never talk about everything that happened this winter vacation.

He has been putting off reversing the spell he "accidentally" cast on us so I can enjoy my youth for a couple of days. When mom left us my father looked so pathetic and sad, I thought that if I let him use my body for a day or two after Christmas it would be the most generous of me and the truth is I can fully understand why he did it ... his life is shit!

He was never able to finish high school for being an idiot so all he could get was a 10 hour job as a low paid builder. Every day I wake up at morning so I can start the day with 3 cups of coffee without sugar because "my" doctor told me that I had to watch my diet, some tasteless eggs and a couple of painkillers to be able to bear leaving the home without having to complain all day that I spend working under the sun.

At first it was not so bad it was great to wake up in my father's room in his taller, stronger and older body, everything looked smaller especially my father who was now in my slim body of a 14 year old boy, maybe it was the adrenaline rush and excitement that made me completely ignore the pain in my back and not have had a drop of coffee all day.

After confronting him and admitting that he was the cause that one day to the next he will wake up like a 48-year-old man we reached an agreement, we would return to our bodies once Christmas passed, I must admit that going out to do the shopping For Christmas dinner with my dad it was a lot of fun, we talked all day about everything I would have to do in his body, he even taught me how to drive and he let me drink my first beer when we got home, I felt funny after Empty a couple of cans and it all seemed incredibly light especially with how big my arms are now.

But all the fun ended the next day, on Christmas Day as soon as I woke up again in this body you can understand why my father told me not to get too excited about drinking beer, I even think I was still a little drunk after drinking so much last night My head hurt like hell and the rest of my body didn't feel better and I think for the first time I could understand why my father used to take those pills every day with his coffee.

While I was trying to go down the stairs carefully to have a lot of coffee that I now needed my father was already at the foot of the tree unwrapping the gifts that he had personally wrapped a couple of days before, when I realized what it was not I could believe it - DID YOU BUY ME A ps5?! - I quickly helped him connect it while he was just as excited as I was to play however I could see that there was only one control and after a short fight I decided I was too tired and screwed up to spend it all The day I was arguing over who would take the first turn playing and my head was killing me, I decided that I would play the next day once I returned to my young 14 year old body.

However, the days have passed and my father still does not break the spell, making excuses after excuses and he doesn't even make an effort to lie to me during breakfast today. He told me “have you started with that again? it starts to be annoying to hear you say the same thing every morning "IT'S A SON OF A BITCH! Right now he must be on my first day of class pretending to be me and talking to my friends while I'm covered in sweat and dust killing me at his shitty job.

I am doubting if one day I will recover my body, I have to find the spell that my father used to steal my life and be 14 years old again! ... well I will do it tomorrow today Robert, a friend of my father from work invited me to Drinking a couple of beers on the way out of work, he said we had a lot of fun and was really pushy. I suppose there are good things about being an adult.

Versión español: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EvCv-FC1Hi3B5hEUaGC7qcJRxp9OraWiFR8VxHp88yU/edit?usp=sharing

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Hi guys, I'm back, sorry if I haven't uploaded stories regularly, it's just that I feel a little sick. nothing to worry about ... I hope. But don't worry I'm starting to write again so if everything goes well tomorrow there will be another "After Christmas" story.