Episode: The Conversion

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Episode: The Conversion

''Good afternoon Damon. How are you doing today? I see you are feeling more at home in the House of the Lord.''

''Yes Sir. I do feel more at home every day that passes. Thank you for asking.''

''That’s good to hear, my son. I spoke with your therapist. She mentioned you’re still struggling with certain… homosexual tendencies. Is that true?''

''Isn't therapy meant to be confidential Sir?''

''Nothing can be hidden for God's almighty sight my boy he sees all and he knows all. I'm confident that when you fully embrace Him in all his light you will find your way back to the right path. Until then you will remain here with all the other lost boys. But tomorrow is family day maybe your father will come by to see your progress, Damon.''

''Maybe he will Sir maybe he will. But if you excuse me I want to practice my prayers before the classes start again Sir.''

“But of course, my son. Don’t let me hold you back. It’s good to see you take this seriously, the others could learn something from your dedication. I’ll leave you now, in peace.”

Finally. I thought he’d never leave me alone. I can’t stand it here anymore. I’ve spent months in this hellish gay conversion therapy camp—ever since my mom died and my father found out I was gay. He didn’t take it well. Said it was “wrong,” “unnatural”… even called it “despicable.” An “abomination.”

What a hypocrite. Barely a month after Mom passed, he had a new girlfriend—and was already screwing her multiple times a day. But that’s okay, right? Because he’s a big, manly straight guy. That’s what’s expected. That’s “normal.” How isn’t that despicable? Meanwhile, I’m his son, the total opposite: Gay, effeminate, a total twink. And apparently, that means I need to be “fixed.”

So he sent me here. The ''Christian Home For Lost Boys: a place where lost boys find there way back to the good old straight path. Here at the Christian Home for Lost Boys, we practice ''reparative therapy'' (a.k.a. conversion torture) and ''physical exercise'' (a.k.a. unpaid labor) to make the “boys of God” happy again (meaning being depressed as fuck).''

The whole goal of this camp is practically brainwashing people into behaving how to act: a man should act masculine and do manly stuff like fixing cars and a woman should act feminine and do girly things like cleaning. And the only acceptable relationship is between one man and one woman. When you successfully converted back to ''straightness'' you are allowed to leave. If not? You stay, unless your parents stop paying than you have to go. I guess selling ''salvation'' isn’t cheap.

As you can see I'm still here because well I'm too gay, I'm too Fem and I L-O-V-E it too much. But I found another way to escape this hellhole.

My dad only visited me once. Before that, I had begged him to bring a ring—something my mother left me after she died. She once told me it held a some kind of magic. To my surprise, he actually brought it. He handed it over, then shot me a look full of disgust and said he didn’t want me back home unless I was a “real man”meaning straight, in his eyes.

''Well… now it’s time to give my father a taste of his own medicine.''

I closed my eyes and pictured the burly image of my father in my head.

My consciousness sank deeper and deeper… until there was nothing left but darkness.

“Wake up, you sexy beast. It’s rude to keep a passionate woman waiting.”

A woman? Whose voice is that? My eyelids feel heavy—I can barely open them.

“Come on, Mike. Don’t drift off on me again.”

''Wait… what?'' Mike? That’s my dad’s name!

I opened my eyes fully and saw a beautiful woman lying next to me... naked! I was in total shock.She had smooth light brown skin, full lips, generous curves—round hips, full breasts, and a stunning ass barely hidden beneath the sheets. “Well, good evening, stud,” she murmured, leaning in and pressing her soft lips against mine in a long, passionate kiss. That’s when I recognized her—she was my dad’s girlfriend. Holy shit, I had just kissed my father’s naked girlfriend!

I tried to push her off me only to be even more shocked as I looked at my hand, it was huge! I pulled my meaty hands to my face feeling the rough beard on my face.

''Damn this feels gooooood!'' I moaned.

I threw the sheets aside and stumbled to the mirror. Staring back at me was my father.

“Well, look at that! Looking like a total beast! Oh yeah!”

I flexed and smirked. These biceps? Straight-up weapons. Guess being Dad has its perks.

“Mike? You okay? You’re acting kinda weird…”

I turned back. My dad’s girlfriend was still sprawled in bed and in my moment of shock and excitement, I had totally forgotten she was even there.

“Uh, yeah… of course, babe. I’ve never felt better.”

To my surprise, my chest twitched slightly, my pecs bounced. Wait, did I just do that? I can make my pecs bounce? I actually have pecs?

Okay, Damon. Breathe. Calm down. You’re not you right now. You’re Mike. You’re Dad.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The caller ID flashed: Christian Home.

“Sorry, babe,” I said, picking it up. “Gotta take this. I’ll be right back.”

She gave me a playful wink. “Don’t take too long, hotshot.”

I headed to the living room, each step a reminder of just how different this body was.

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath, adjusting awkwardly. “How does Dad even walk around like this?” Everything felt heavier, bulkier.

My heavy balls and large cock kept bouncing against my thick thighs.

''Jesus, how does dad walk with this thing?''

“Hello… this is Da... uhm Mike Johnson,” I said, surprised by my dad's deep baritone voice rolling out of my mouth.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson. This is Counselor David from the Christian Home for Lost Boys. As you may know, today is our Family Day but due to your son’s recent behavior, we’ve decided to cancel his visitation. We hope you understand this wasn’t an easy decision for us.”

“What exactly is wrong with… ‘my son’s’ behavior, if I may ask?”

''Well, Mr. Johnson, to be honest, I spoke with Damon yesterday, and he actually seemed to be making real progress. But this morning, everything changed—he began screaming and fighting with the counselors, claiming he is you sir, Mike Johnson and not Damon Johnson. He insists he somehow woke up in ''Damon’s'' body. He’s been speaking in the third person. We fear his… homosexual tendencies have taken a darker psychological turn than we anticipated.”

“Let me go! I paid you fu— I’m Mike Joh-” (cut off).

“Was that Damon I just heard, Counselor David? May I speak with him?” “Of course, Mr. Johnson. We’ll give you a moment alone with your son.”

“…Damon, it’s your father on the line.”

Now let's put that asshole on speaker.

“So… how’s camp treating you, ''son''?” I said with a laugh.

“Damon? What the hell have you done? Why do you have my voice... why am I you? Does this mean… you’re in my body?!”

“Yup. I’m walking around in your fully beefed-up, naked glory, and I’ve gotta say, I'm enjoying my stay so far.''

“I swear, Damon, if you don’t switch us back right now, I will...”

“You’ll what? Throw me into a conversion camp? Oh wait… you already did!”

“Please, Damon. Get me out of here!”

''No chance dad it's time to put you in your place...my place.''

“Babe, are you done with your call yet? I’m bored!”

“…Just a sec, babe! I’m almost done!”

''Damon, was that Talia?!''

"Yeah, that was her. She’s kind of a horny little slut, if you ask me—but then again, so were you, and now so am I. Damn, your cock gets hard so fast, huh? Just thinking about sex and it’s rock solid! …I’m stroking it now—gentle, or do you want it rough, Dad? Oh yeah, this feels so goooood!"

"Damon! I swear, if you put my cock anywhere it doesn’t belong, I will kill you!"

"That would mean killing yourself, dumbass. I gotta be honest I never really thought about having sex with a woman before. But in the last ten minutes? I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s crazy how being in your body changes everything. It looks like I’m finally the thing you always wanted me to be, a real straight man, just like you. ”

''But if you're straight in my body than that must mean...''

"That you’re 100% gay in my body, Dad. Hope you enjoy your days as a skinny, feminine fag just like I’m enjoying my life as a manly, beefy, horny straight man. But like Counselor David always says, ‘there’s nothing reparative therapy and hard work can’t fix.’ So enjoy your time in that hellhole, maybe I’ll see you at the next family day, ‘son,’ if you behave."

''You won't get away with this Damon!''

''I think I already have, ''Damon''.

(End of the phone call)

I walked back to the bedroom. "Finally, you’re back. Come here, beast," my girlfriend said.