A Fatherly Call
(inspired by an anonymous ask that I lost, sorry!)
Call to Dennis, June 25, 2026-
Dennis: Hey M, what's up?
Mila: Dude, why’d you send me a Father’s Day card?
Dennis: *laughing* You got it.
Mila: Yeah, the Father's Day card? Dennis, I'm not even a dad. Why'd you send me that?
Dennis: I don't know. It just felt right for some reason.
Dennis: ...Actually, now that I think about it, it felt really right.
Mila: Dennis? What’s that supposed to even mean?”
Dennis: Come on, just humor me. Read the card.
Mila: Fine.
Mila: "Happy Father's Day to an amazing dad..."
Mila: Seriously, Dennis, this is weird—
Dennis: Come on keep reading.
Mila: "...Thanks for always being there for your kids..."
Wait. Kids?
(A deep creaking sound echoed through the room. Mila felt her body suddenly grow heavier.)
Mila: D-Dennis... something's happening...
Mila: My voice—why does my voice sound so deep?!
Dennis: Whoa. There it is.
Mila: "There it is"?! What does that mean?!
Mila: My chest—it's getting wider!
(Mila looked down in horror.)
Mila: AAAAAAHHHHH!
Dennis: Mila?!
Mila: My arms are huge! What the hell?!
Mila: I have biceps bigger than my head!
Dennis: Nice, bro, that’s bigger than mine.Â
Mila: My stomach's changing—wait, no, that's not fat. That's muscle!
(Bones cracked. Shoulders broadened. Hair spread across Mila's chest and arms.)
Dennis: Remember that card?
Mila: God dammint, who is this possible!?
Dennis: I told you it was meant for you.
Mila: My face! I can feel a beard growing!
Dennis: Funny thing is... you've always talked about wanting to be a cool dad someday.
Mila: N-No I didn't—
Dennis: Sure you did, Mike.
Mila: Mike? Who's Mike?!
(The transformation surged to completion.)
Dennis: You are.
Mike: WHAT?!
Dennis: I get it man, those kids do something to your brain. The stress, it happens all the time.
Mike: Dennis, I look like I'm forty-five years old!… wait kids!
Dennis: Yep. Happy Father's Day, Mike.
click
- End of Call -
Mike slowly lowered the phone and stared into the mirror. Looking back at him was a towering, muscular middle-aged father with a thick beard, broad chest, and powerful build. Somehow, the Father's Day card on the table now made perfect sense.
"...I still have no idea why Dennis sent that card," he muttered.
A moment later, his phone buzzed.
"Don't forget to pick up the kids from soccer practice."
(Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, a quick one for Father’s Day. Trying a different writing style with this one. Glad to finally be working though my request so if you gave me one and it hasn’t come out yet, I’m trying! Hope you enjoy!)
