When I told my dad to “Man up,” during an argument we had a while back, I hadn’t expected the universe to take my insult quite so literally. Every day after that though, there was some small change to him, at first nearly imperceptible, but now…well, things are getting extreme–the smoking, the southern accent, the pickup truck.

Worse, I…I think it’s rubbing off on me. My clothes changed along with his a few weeks ago, my Hollister and A&F replaced by flannel, second hand jeans and muddy work boots. I’ve picked up his accent, and when he started smoking cigars, well, I got pulled into that habit too. I’ve tried to tell him what’s happening, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice it. Still we’ve been fighting a lot less, and we’ve become a lot closer, but that’s worrying me too.

I don’t know what changed today, but he keeps…looking at me in the strangest way. Mom disappeared a few days ago, leaving us alone, but that stare…makes my cock jump, and I…I want him, and…I want him to want me too, how fucked up is that? And I’m worried that when he gets home from the construction site tonight, and after we’ve had a few beers and cigars on the couch, he’s going to want my ass…and I don’t think I’m going to be able to say no.