A very weird wish
 

Mark Mathers sometimes known as Marky was staring up at the sky from his window seal, a whimpy 26 year old he had a whimpy body, was laid back and chill, and was also not to bright. While all his features may have made him not sound too bad it was a nightmare having a father whom was the epitome of a taskmaster, always pushing Mark to play a sport, bring his grades up, find a girl friend, he just wish it all could stop. "CRAP I QISH MY DAD WERE NICER TO ME, i wish he'd never get angry, always be loving, you know like the dad's at the park" he said reffering to some of the dads and thier toddlers he'd seen on his way home.

Just then the moon glew and spoke to him "MARK MATHERS YOUR QISH HAS BEEN HEARD, THE COSMIC SCALES OF BALANCE SHALL BE TWISTED, FROM NOW ON YOUR FATHER CAN NOT BE ANGRY AT YOU, ANY ANGER HE WOULD HAVE HAD AT THE SITUATION WILL BE TRANSFORMED INTO SYMPATHY FOR YOU! THIS SHAL BE REALITY HENCEFORTH FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE."
Mark could only fall to his back screaming as his cloths just disappeared horrified at the even he had no idea what was going on, but he was about to find out.

John Mathers was a tough cookie. He didn't tolerate nonsense of any kind. He was especially hard on his son who he saw as kind of a whimp. At 26 that kid should have made something of himself.

John went to the fridge to get a large glass of milk when he saw the carton was open and had milk on the side of it. He knew his son had been drinking out of it again. He had been told not to since he was a little kid, but still did so.

John picked up the carton and marched to Mark's room.

After the light fadded Mark stood up breathing heavy from the heart attack he just had "w-what the heck was tha-" Mark's face immediately went red, he was naked, no sign of his cloths they just disappeared "wha-what the where!" He covered his crotch feeling very vulnerable, his cheeks turned red. Mark didn't think things could get sny weirder when suddenly he heard thumping footsteps approach his room

John tossed the boy's door open and stomped inside. "Mark! What have a told you about.... Why are you freaking naked!?" John yelled and tossed the milk carton on the floor.

He was about to chew the boy out when he felt a strange shiver move over his body. He suddenly was worried about the boy instead of angry. He was deeply concerned.

"Marky boy. We're did your pants get off to buddy?" He said ruffling the naked boys hair.

AAAHHH" Jhon's ear piercing entry frightened mark jave to death he did his best to cover his crotch, which was lucky absolutely tiny for someone his age, "i buh they just i can't i don't know" the grown man babbled until his father reached out to pet him. Naturally fearing the worst from the unruly man Mark winced expecting to be hit and even released a splash of urine all over his hands and thighs

"You don't know where your little pants got off to?" John said with a laugh. "You silly little guy. Well daddy will get you some pants on. Can't have that teeny thingy of yours going all over the carpets."

John grabs some undees from the boy's dresser and leads him to the bathroom. He cleans the boy's legs with a warm wash cloth and request him to step into the undees.

As he is being lead to the bathroom Marks mouth flung agap he couldn't believe what he was seeing, his dad gently rubbing his pathetic pee pee with a warm cloth not a pinch of anger in the world. Mark whimpered "Dad ...... are you feeling okay?"

"Daddy feel right as rain little Marky." John said as he pulled the undees up the boy's legs. They were blue with puffy white clouds. The front had no opening, but instead had a chunky padded bit the bulged out.

"B-buht why are you being so nice and where did these undies come from wh-wh-whats going on!?" Mark bit his lip in distress and confusion. His dad had never been this nice and he had certainly never worn underwear this cute before, nothing was making sense as he was attempting to go back over the chain of events step by step. That's when the clever boy remembers what the moon had said to him "could it be?" He had to test this new found softness of his father. Looking around the boy spots a cup holding thier tooth brushes, he flails his arms around and manages to knock it down "OOOPPPS sorry daddy...... i didn't mean to ......." he chirpped sticking his tounge in his mouth

"What shouldn't I be nice for my prefect little prince." John says tickling the boy under him chin. "And the undees have a bit of padding just in case baby. We know how that little spicket of yours acts."

John saw the items same to the ground and he reached over and grabbed the boy's arm. He then kisses the boy's hand. "Aww... Do you hit you little hand Marky. It's okay daddy with give it a kiss and make it better."