Dad continued to pace the room. "Obviously, Brad is enjoying being a grownup. I do feel like David is having a hard time."
"Well, yes, he was a tall, handsome 16-year-old, and now he's trapped in the body of a 4-year-old boy. He will grow up, of course, but it will feel incredibly slow for him. Years and years of slowly growing older, slowly relearning his basic logical functions, slowly getting his sexual abilities back."
"Yes, he must feel very trapped, very humiliated." Dad looked distracted. What was he thinking?
"Now, as I said, the original swap is not reversible. But we've determined a swap could happen from a previously swapped patient with a new body we've not performed the procedure on. It would just have to be a willing patient. I think it would be cruel to tell this information to a person who's in the body of a 4-year-old boy. No person in their right mind would want to become a little toddler boy and be forced to grow up all over again."
"No, no person in their right mind," Dad muttered.
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Later, Dad was giving me a bath. Part of me was embarrassed about being naked in my 4-year-old body in front of my family, but with the critical thinking functions I'd lost, there was no way for me to operate a tub or shower safely. I could burn myself or drown.
"So, it must feel so weird for you," said Dad. "Stuck in that little boy body with no way to escape. You must feel embarrassed at having to be bathed, peeing your bed from time to time, forgetting how to read."
"Yes..." I muttered. "I witsh they cawld..." I stumbled over my lisp a little. "I wish thomeone elthe wanded to be Bwad inthdead." I looked at my chubby little hands and my dumb little feet.
Dad smiled. "What if I told you we got some good news today? This procedure can't be reversed—your brain can't ever be placed back in your original body. But if someone were willing, your brain could be placed in a new body."
I felt my eyes light up. I decided not to tell Dad what I'd overheard earlier. "Wow!" I grinned. "But no one wawnds to be a dumb wittwe boy."
Dad looked to the side, uncomfortably. "Part of me does, honestly. I know it's embarrassing now, but you have your whole life ahead of you. None of the pressures of adult life.
"It's silly, though. I'm the man of the house. We could find someone else for you to swap with, maybe. I wish I didn't feel so jealous of you."
I honestly didn't expect this. But my prison cell suddenly had a key, and dad could hand it to me if I convinced him. I had to get Dad to swap with me. I looked over Dad's body. His hairy, middle-aged body. I would get his brain, his furry belly, his cock. I would have a real cock again. I would have real nuts again. I had to convince him.