You remember what happened as if it happened yesterday... because it was yesterday and during an otherwise normal Sunday. The sun slowly sunk into the horizon as the air remained contaminated with pollen and the heat was already rivaling that of a summer night. Your wife would not be back for another hour from her job, leaving the house all to yourself. You would usually consider this to be another typical spring season, but that is not the case. This year, your son will finally graduate from high school and, no doubt, find his way to the state university. You knew that he is a vastly intelligent young man (his GPA and the effort he puts into his homework is proof of that), but there was one thing about him that concerned you...
Your train of thought was interrupted from the sound of the front door being opened. A sullen Peter walked in and put away his shoes without making another sound. You wanted to help lighten his mood however you can.
"Hi, son." You did not know how to help him, however. This sort of problem is all too common for young men like him. "Are you excited about graduation?" You waited for a response. Peter did eventually respond, but it took a second and he clearly only responded to be polite.
"Sure am, dad. ...I'm not sure where I'll be from there, though." He whispered the last part and you didn't know how to take that. He went upstairs, no doubt to chat with his like-minded friends online. You sighed, figuring that he will most likely stay in his room for the night, only coming down for dinner or to brush his teeth. Ever since the senior year started, he had started doubting himself. You had no idea why he doubted his academic achievements, but you had a guess as to what was actually going on: he felt inadequate as a man when it comes to women. Until then, the fact that he and his friends mainly hung with each other and never anyone else didn't seem to bother him. However, with prom and later college only barely ahead of him, this form of isolation might have finally taken its toll. You could relate, having had similar feelings towards girls during your years in high school, though you would probably consider yourself luckier there. Then again, you were never the brainy type.
"I wish I can help that kid. Maybe I can be wing-man or something." You almost chuckled from how silly it was for you to be muttering to yourself. Not to mention, it's not like you would be of any valuable help as you are. Little did you know, your wish would soon come true, but, as if to provide a perform a form of cruel irony, it would come at the cost of you no longer being you. You would soon start to change ___.
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