After looking over Dorian a few more times (who was getting pretty close to my dream twink!), and still couldn’t find the side effect, I decided to give up, assuming that whatever it was, it was trivial enough to not really matter in the end. I started looking around at the other customers in the store, hoping to find someone socially submissive or short to give those traits to Dorian, when I spotted one of Dorian’s kids headed my way, the oldest. When he finally reached me, he held up a T-shirt that was about his size with a character from the Legend of Melda on it. “Hey Dad, can I get this?” He was talking to me!
I was taken aback for a moment, the surprise of suddenly having a son hit me like a truck before my mind started filling in some of the blanks, as it usually does. This was my eldest son, Blake, he was 10 years old (though he was taller and bigger than others his age). While he clearly took after me with his choice of clothing (wearing gym shorts and a tight T-shirt), he still very much looked like Dorian… who was still his biological dad. In this reality, I couldn’t produce enough sperm for kids, so we (me and Larissa, now my wife) found Dorian to be our donor for all three of our kids. Dorian occasionally comes to hang out with the kids as their “BioDad”, but has never taken an interest in actually being a father. The other two kids were Sam (7) and Gavin (4).
“Ah… sure thing, bud.” I placed my hand on his head, ruffling his hair as if I’d done it a hundred times. He smiled and ran back to his brothers with excitement. Almost out of instinct I shouted after him, “Tell your brothers they can each pick a shirt too!”
I watched the boys talk amongst themselves, picking out shirts for Sam and Gavin when I heard a deep voice from beside me. “You know, for as young as you are, you make a pretty great dad to those boys. Not that I’m jealous, I’m happy to be essentially just the cool Uncle!” I looked and saw Dorian pat me on the back. His touch felt electric and I felt my nub of a dick stir. He was talking to me!
“Thanks for letting me tag along today, by the way. I know they’re not my kids but I like seeing them grow up now and then.” I replied quickly, again like it was just an automatic response. “No problem. I know the kids like you. You’re definitely the cool Uncle in their eyes.”
I paused for a moment, trying to wrap my mind around all of this strageness that was all over in my life all of a sudden. I wanted to be a dad, to these three great boys. But with Dorian this close to me, I started to get flustered and all I could think of was another swap…