This is going to sound absolutely absurd, but please bear with me for I am speaking the unvarnished, shameful truth:
My father (~1000s M) and I (~520s M) were having a heated discussion over dinner last night, and I suspect something was enchanted in the dessert for when I awoke several hours later, I found that I had turned INTO my father.
Yes, my dear Dragon Lady, you read that correctly. After a meal gone awry, I woke up as my father, and - from the scorch marks on the wall and shouting - he woke up as me.
Now, I am not a stranger to his line of work, and have been studying to succeed him for some time. The issue with the whole... situation... is that I have learned FAR too much about this male in the ten or so hours since the magic took hold. Ms. Drake, my father has tattoos in unmentionable places - several of them are names, none of which belong to my mother. I have also learned that what I thought was a codpiece in his (antique) clothing is in fact NOT. That I now know this will haunt me for the rest of my immortal life, Sellyn. Add to this the facts that (1) the technology here hasn't been updated in at least four centuries and (2) his mistresses keep seeping me out and I want out of his miserable, decrepit skin suit.
I would say he is faring just as poorly, but he took off screaming into the forest shortly after sunrise. The male does not know how to use enchanted paper, so there is no way of knowing how he is doing.
(To add insult to injury? The one person whom I know can fix this hates my father's guts. And since I look like him now, it would turn into a whole... thing. So that's out of the picture.)
Lady Drake, I am a proud male but not too proud to get down upon my knees and humbly beg for your help. I will take anything: advice, directions to a renowned cursebreaker that is neither in the Day nor Night Courts (for reasons), instructions on how to fake my death. I have a few things to accomplish while I wait this out, but this curse cannot be allowed to be made permanent.
Yours in misery,
Papas's Boy
First of all, I am so very sorry. Second of all, stop looking in mirrors.
Body-swapping enchantments of this sort are almost never permanent. They are meant to temporarily shame, instruct, and resolve conflict through shared suffering. You are undoubtedly suffering. Your father has fled barefoot into the woods. That is an excellent sign.
When this inevitably ends and you're yourself again, I recommend that you drink heavily and never speak of it again.
