Date: Fri, 22 May 2020 09:58:50 -0500 From: Sam Subject: Young Again - Chapter 1 Please support Nifty to keep this free service going. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is my first attempt at writing a story. Thank you for taking the time to read it. Comments are welcome. sam@gamermail.net The following is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places or events is coincidental. This is a romance story in many parts. If you are looking for a quickie, this isn't it. Young Again - Chapter 1 by Sam Well, I guess I'm allowed to now tell my story. I am, or shall I say, I was a 41 year old IT Technician working for the federal government. I say I was because one day, that all changed. The day before this, I'll call it a wonderful day now, but on this day I was not sure, I was working a 16 hour shift pulling network cable through an old government building. This was hard work, crawling under tables, standing on ladders pushing cable through drop ceilings. Seriously, it would have been easier to tear the old place down and rebuild with the cables already in place. Anyway, once I finished my shift I was beat. I just wanted to go home and go to bed. I finally got home at 11pm and took a shower. I own a small two bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. I like this house. You don't have people making noise all throughout the night. It isn't a big house, but since it is just me, there really isn't a need for one. After I dried off I put on some underwear, turned out the lights and went to sleep. When I wake up I'm feeling odd. I look around and everything appears the same, but slightly different. I don't really have time to contemplate this as my bladder is telling me I got an appointment with the toilet. I pull the covers off and am very confused. Instead of the big arms and legs I had when I went to bed, now they are very thin and much shorter. While I'm staring at this, my bladder screams at me again telling me to get a move on. I hop out of bed holding up my underwear, which is now way too big for me and run to the bathroom. When I get to the toilet I pull my underwear down and am looking at a 2 inch hairless little boy dick. I'm really starting to get confused but no time for that, I aim at the toilet and let it go. I swear I thought I would never stop peeing. Once I did, I decided to brave a look to see what was happening. I went over to the bathroom mirror and looked at myself. But I wasn't seeing me. Looking at me from the mirror was a little boy. Not sure what to make of this I studied him, moved my hand around to make sure it was a reflection and not some weird kid trapped in the mirror looking out at the world. Well no such luck, it was a reflection. I started to ponder the possibilities. Did I go back in time and am now my young self again? Well no, that wasn't it as this kid didn't look like me as a kid. Then is this a weird dream brought on by too much stress at work? Maybe. I pinch myself, that hurts. So not dreaming. Well my analytical mind that I use at work to troubleshoot problems to fix them doesn't seem to be working on this. I need a better look. I walk to my bedroom and open the closet. On the door I have a full length mirror so I can look at myself fully. So now that I can see all of me, I am even more confused. In front of me is a boy I have never seen before. He's got blond hair that needs a haircut. His deep blue eyes look into mine when I look at him. He has a very cute face. He is very petite and somewhat feminine looking. He is completely hairless on his body. I rub my hand over the pubic region to see if there are any developing hairs, but there are none. Probably far from starting puberty. His dick is 2 inches long. From the looks of it I would guess I'm maybe around 9 years old. I turn around and see the most amazing bubble butt. I've never seen one this beautiful. Looking at myself in the full length mirror I think to myself, as a boylover, I no longer need to use my imagination to see a hot boy naked because I'm now the hot boy. Managing to take my eyes off myself I start to ponder what I'm going to do now. I can't go to work like this. How am I going to earn money to pay the bills? Now I think, "fuck, I'm a hot little boy but I'm going to be homeless in a few months when my savings runs out". Also I got nothing to wear to go shopping in. Everything is too big. Plus, do they even let children go shopping alone? I'm really starting to stress out now. I get back in bed. I'm thinking, this is where I was when I turned into a little boy, maybe I'll turn back here too. As I'm laying down, praying for a fix the doorbell rings. Just my luck, a visitor on Saturday morning and I'm now a naked little boy. I try to figure out what to do. I hope they'll just go away, but no, the doorbell rings again. Fuck! I decide to put a towel around my waist to cover up my new little boy bits and answer the door. Maybe it's those nice Mormon boys I hit on last month back for more. (Don't want me to hit on your people? Don't send handsome twenty year old boys to my door dressed in white shirts, that's on you not me.) I open the door and it isn't the Mormons (darn, I could really give them a thrill this time). Standing in front of me is a tall thirty-something year old man with dark hair, broad shoulders, wearing a dark suit and sunglasses. I'm thinking "Holy shit, it was aliens that turned me into a boy and now the men in black have come for me". "Can I help you?" Wow my voice is very high pitched. "Hi my name is Marty Brown with the FBI." He flashes his badge. "Are you Sam Richards?" WTF, the FBI is looking for me. AND THEY THINK I'M A LITTLE BOY?? What does he know? Does he have answers as to why I'm a boy now? Also I really am not apprehensive about this strange man. I usually don't like strangers but he seems familiar and safe. I tell the man I am and invite him in. Might as well, he's been close enough to me to do me harm if he was going to already and this body wasn't going to be able to fight him off anyway so might as well let him in and hear what he wants. He tells me an experiment has gone wrong in one of the government labs and somehow my consciousness was transferred to the body of an 11 year old boy. (Holy cow this kid must be really small for his age) The boy sitting in front of him. (Well now we know the government does make mistakes. LOL. Wait, shouldn't leave this in, they might put me in the body of a 4 year old.) I ask Marty if he knows how this happened. He says he doesn't as it has all been classified Top Secret and he doesn't have clearance. I guess that's one way to cover up your mistakes. I ask him if he knows when it can be reversed. He says he doesn't know if it can be at all. (Well that just takes me to square one. I'm back where I started before Marty got here trying to figure out how to pay my bills.) Marty sensing my stress at the situation tells me the government has stepped in to help me. (Well aren't they nice, stepping in to help cover up their mistake.) Marty tells me he has been assigned to be my guardian and will be handling any parental tasks I need such as enrolling me in school, signing permission slips and driving me around. He will also protect me and keep me safe while I am around him, but I am free to come and go as I wish. He says he doesn't want to try and boss me around like a kid because he is older, since technically he isn't. I say that's great but what about bills as I can't work looking like this. He says they've arranged for me to still get paid my normal salary until I turn 25 years old (again). Also he'll be paid his normal salary while he is acting as my guardian. I think that's a lot of money to pay a babysitter, but don't say it out loud. Well since my main fears have been addressed, such as money and having a roof over my head. Also with Marty here we can go shopping. Then I wonder, what do I call Marty. Boys don't call adults by their first name. And if I say Mr. Brown in public people are going to wonder why Mr. Brown has a hot 11 year old boy living with him. Uncle adds a familial link but then it is 'why does Uncle Marty's sexy nephew live with him all the time'. "What do I call you now?" "Well here alone you can call me Marty. In public, maybe call me Dad so there are no uneasy questions." I smile at this, but don't know why. Calling him dad isn't a big deal. I've had a dad, there was no joy in that relationship. So not sure why I smiled at Marty telling me to call him dad. I wonder if this little boy's consciousness might be surfacing? Well all that sorted out I look at Marty and think "I guess if he is my guardian, he will be living here now." I think for a second then smile. In my little boy voice I say, "Well daddy, let me show you around your new home". Marty giggles and replies with "sure thing son". I laugh at this. Me and Marty are going to get along great. To be continued . . .