Posted Sat Nov 7, 2015 | 240 Words | Tagged story chav age regression

He was walking around the council estate trying to find his way home. He was following directions from his phone and the map took him through the estate and the roads didn’t match what the map was saying and he had gotten completely lost and was aimlessly walking around.

He was about to give up when a guy asked him if he was lost. The guy seemed very tall, but fairly friendly. The guy introduced himself as Declan. Declan offered him a drink and said he lived just over the road. Normally he would have refused, but he was really thirsty.

Declan’s house was exactly as you would have expected, fairly run down but a home nonetheless. The glass of water was lovely and he just sank into the sofa, completely shattered. Declan was talking about how one day he wanted a son, but he was falling asleep quickly.

He woke up feeling slightly disorientated. Something was off. Was he smaller? Surely not because his clothes still fit him. Someone was calling him. Declan? No, that wasn’t his name. Dad. Yeah, it was his dad of course it was.

“You’re finally fucking up then son. Gotta go out today, no son of mine is going around for long looking like that”

By the end of the day, he was already growing to be more like his dad. He had some proper trackies and soon he would get some new mates.