Hey! The changes haven't stopped but I asked my dad and he said he went through the same thing when he was my age. Then he hit his gut and said "before you know it you'll be getting this too." and laughed. Number one ew but also, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be a big guy like him you know? I guess it's a genetic thing, but then I asked him if he could pick up some vegan things from the store and he got really defensive and after a bit of a fight he gave in and said he would. He came back with like five packs of double stuff oreos. So now my choices are that or his meat.
In other news, I'm 90% sure that I'm getting some form of a mustache. It's glorified peach fuzz but people in school noticed and I really want to shave it but dad doesn't have any razors and after the oreo thing I don't want to ask him for anymore things. Any tips on how to get rid of it?
Last night dad had me take off my shirt while we were watching T.V. It felt really weird and when I tried to put it back on he sat on it. He looked at me for a little bit and then he got two beers from the fridge.
"I'm not 21." I said.
He nodded. "It's just men here." He opened it and put it in my hand. "It'll put hair on your chest." I didn't drink it because the thought of having chest on my chest (even if it was a joke) made me sick. But he jumped on me, pined me down on the floor, and forced it down me to drink it. "There you go, like it?"
I tried to spit it out but I couldn't. "Yes."
"Yes Daddy." He said. "I'm your father and you'll call me daddy."
Then he sent me to my room, I tried to protest but all I could say was. "Yes Daddy."
Then when I was in my room I couldn't stop thinking about him on me. I can't describe the feeling I had but I wanted more. I didn't have dinner. I think I'm going to try to have some oreos. But some of Daddy's meat might not be too bad either.