I honestly don't know where to start. Because I don't want to sound like an ungrateful son of a bitch; having a hot dinner on a plate is a huge blessing and I guess I can't quite complain over having such a loving, perfect wife to get to every afternoon after a long day at my job. There's even a couple of kids looking up to me every day. One of them still begs me to read their favorite book every night before I get back to bed with their mom.

But this isn't a "oh no, my steak is too juicy, my lobster is too buttery" situation either. It's just... I don't know. Wrong? Off? Strange?

My story is just like the one that's been told several couple times here. A guy with a great, stable life gets thrown a curve ball by fate thanks to Second Puberty. My parents were beyond inconvenienced by the fact I was suddenly a man their age, and their attempts to help me build my life back were perhaps a bit insensitive at best; they had little regard to just how difficult it is to wake up one day some 30 years older, and instead they expected I'd be willing to go to Sports Bars with my dad's friends or have to put up appeareances at the gym and just *squirm* my way through social events I was being dragged to.

Out of desperation, I bought myself a One-Wish-Willow and wished for "Life to be how it should be"; without quite knowing I was making this wish as a middle aged man. Not someone whose life had been shredded away...

Queue the next morning, I woke up in the middle of a suburb to a beautiful kiss on my forehead by a model-like woman telling me the kids were off to school. It turns out the wish worked. Now I had the life of the man I was supposed to be. A job in accounting at a firm downtown. A nice car. Kids. A wife who adores the ground I walk in and fulfills my every wish. But as perfect as this might feel... I don't know.

Deep down, I know this "wife" of mine isn't my type of woman. She doesn't challenge me or question me. She doesn't object my statements or call me on my bullshit. It's as if she were programmed to love me and pleasure me — and boy has that last department not disappointed. But, I don't know. Maybe I'm right in thinking I'm complaining about having steak that's too juicy and too perfect...

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Hey everyone! 25M here, US Pacific Time; wishing y'all a great day! Boy was this a lot of writing, hehe!

So what I'm trying to shoot for is a sort of... inverse Stepfordization, in a way? If I'm not mistaken the newer version of this classic story does have a "soft" guy ending up turned "macho" by the Stepford Husbands. What happens when a normal guy — maybe one who's not too acquainted with the idea of a "trad wife" in the "hey you can live your own life too, honey!" sense — makes a wish that changes it everything...? It's not like this male fantasy can be intoxicating, even for me... right?

Looking forward to play this story out! I hope to hear from you guys and hear what spins or ideas you could give this idea. After all, I know some of you are very, very creative! Do answer with something original, not just some lustful shit... I know the GIF's "sexual" but hey, I kinda know I'd end up ignored if I didn't end up posting it :P

[M2M4F/A] "Honey I'm home...!" I just got home from work and this is what greets me when I get to the kitchen... Second Puberty turned me into a middle aged man, and I might've accidentally changed reality hoping to turn myself back... (AMA?/RP too!)