“C’mere boy. I’m gonna do what yer pa shoulda done the first time ya started actin’ like such a homo.”
Dan roughly grabbed Jake by his arm and pulled him aside. Finding a chair that he thought would work, Dan sat down and held Jake facedown on his lap and tugged his shorts down to his knees. Jake knew this position well… Danny used to love it when Jake lay him down on his lap, pulled down his pants, and spanked his bare ass while Danny called him ‘Daddy’. Only now the positions were reversed, Jake realized as he felt the cool air against his bare butt.
“Boys who don’t gotta strong father in their lives all grow up to be homos. I’ll fix that fer ya, boy.” The rancher who used to be his boyfriend growled. “Count for me, boy.”
Dan place his broad palm on Jake’s bubble butt for a moment, but that moment of contact was all that was needed to arouse Jake, giving the curse all it needed to worm its way deep into his body and mind. Rather than fear for his life, he only felt shame for having upset this man.
“Y-yes… daddy…”
Dan raised his hand high, then brought it swiftly down onto Jake’s bare ass with a loud crack. Jake closed his eyes and burned with humiliation at being spanked in front of all these people, but he couldn’t help but follow Dan’s order.
“One, sir…”
Dan smiled at the boy’s compliance. Maybe one day he’d grow up into a real man after all. He readied his hand for his next blow as Jake’s body began to shift on his lap.
*SMACK*
“Two, sir.”
As Dan’s hand made contact again and again, Jake began to shrink, losing his bulky muscles and masculine features, by the fourth time Dan had spanked him, Jake was a mere four and a half feet tall, and weighted just short of a hundred pounds. At the same time, Jake’s even tan was fading in some places and darkening in others; his arms, face and legs darkened into a cross between a tan and a sunburn, while everywhere else, including his exposed butt, lightened to a pure white, leaving Jake with a classic farmer’s tan. Everywhere else, any sign of age faded from Jake’s body, leaving a whimpering ten year old boy being spanked on Dan’s lap.
*SMACK*
“Five, daddy!”
Now, Jake’s body continued to change. His hair lost nearly all of its color, going from a dark black to a sun-bleached blond. Not only its color, but its length shifted as well. The hair in back stayed the same shoulder-length, but in front he felt his hair sucking up back into his scalp, until his bangs and sides had pulled themselves into a classic mullet that looked like it had been cut by a pair of kitchen scissors.
“SMACK”
“Uhh… Six? I think…”
Now, the curse began to work on Jake’s mind. It decided that this sinful homo needed to be raised right, and who better to raise him than the newly righteous couple before him? The name Jake began to fade from the boy’s mind, and “Jeb” began to form. Jeb’s momma Becca had been dating Dan for years, he remembered, and liked it when Jeb called him “pa”. Dan was committed to making sure that Jeb grew up into a real man, and made it a point to spank him whenever he showed any signs of fagginess.
“SMACK”
“How many’s that, pa?”
“Seven, boy.”
Memories of years of spankings and hearing his Pa railing again gays and lesbians filled little Jeb’s head, and this led him to understood one thing; gay was bad. He was still too young to understand exactly what ‘gay’ was, but he still made it a point to call anything he didn’t like ‘gay’, and anyone he didn’t like a ‘fag’, just like his Pa raised him to.
*SMACK SMACK SMACK*
The remaining spanking that Dan delivered to Jeb merely added a few finishing touches; his features shifted to look a bit more like his mother’s, his intelligence dropped like a brick to be even lower than it should have been for a boy his age, freckles dotted every inch of exposed skin, and his teeth shifted and grew crooked and crowded in his jaw. By the time Dan let his boy down, Jake was gone and Jeb the dumb farmboy son of Becca stood there.
“Now git! It’s past yer bedtime and you’re gonna be up at the crack of dawn to feed the animals!” Becca shouted at her newly minted son.
“Yes, momma!” Jeb whimpered and rubbed his sore bottom before pulling up his only clothes: a ragged pair of denim overalls that had somehow appeared on his body. No shoes or socks and no shirt. His dirty feet carried him out the door and back to the family farm while Dan and Becca resumed their evening of drinking, dancing and making out.