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DOUBLE DATE
Listen mom, I just want to prepare you for something when you come home.
It's like, really not my fault, I swear, but something's happened to
daddy you're not going to be happy with. You should have warned me! I
mean, he already was pretty far gone when I got home.
Okay, just listen, okay? Let me tell you what happened and you be the
judge.
I guess he wasn't expecting me until that Sunday, so when I came in the
house after the semester was over he was just coming out of the shower
in my room. In my room! He had a towel he was holding to his chest, and
from behind I thought it was some girl using my shower! I mean, the tiny
waist and the bubble butt. Yes, I know you told me the hormones had made
huge changes and that the doctors upped the dosage over the last four
months to suppress the testosterone auto-immune thingy. But my gosh! His
hair past his shoulders and everything!
Anyway, I screamed and he dropped the towel and turned around and then I
realized it was daddy. At first I couldn't take my eyes off his chest
and those pointy boobies he had with the big pink nipples, but then I
looked up and saw his face and -- well -- it was very feminine but I
could see him in there. He immediately said, "Calm down honey, it's me,"
and picked up the towel and wrapped it around himself just like a girl
would. Well, he did have to cover up, I guess.
Anyway, that was when he explained to me all that had happened, and that
you guys didn't want to bother me with it all since I was studying in
France. But mom, really? I mean, you should have told me that since he
was going to be on massive female hormones for life that the only choice
was to help him look like a woman just to fit in.
His voice was so high! I mean, high and breathy and sexy! Yes, I know
he'd been having speech therapy and it's stuck like that now, but it was
so totally weird to hear him! Anyway, I gave him a hug -- we weird
having those pointy boobies pushing into my chest -- and calmed him
down. I guess the hormones have made him an emotional wreck. And I
understand that my clothes are the only ones that would fit him, so
that's why he was in my room and using my shower.
So we spent a few days just hanging out and he explained to me the face
surgery and the lipo and the, well, castration and vagina thing. He just
seemed so embarrassed and ashamed and everything, and to calm him down I
pretended like it was no big deal. But really mom, it was a total shock,
and I felt so weird helping him with makeup and outfits and such. He
told me about the hypno therapy too, and I went to a session with him to
meet "Dr. Kate," as she calls him. Wow, what a bitch she is. Anyway, she
told me about the pills he takes before bed and the recordings he
listens to, to help him adjust to being female. She let me know all
about the triggers too, so I could help him when he needed help. It is
like magic, isn't it? I mean, the way using triggers at the right time
will help him talk, walk and even think like a woman! Dr. Kate gave me
my own trigger phrase, and told me about his programs, so when we went
shopping, for instance, I would help him relax and enjoy trying on
clothes and makeup and stuff.
What's my phrase? Well, it's actually, "Daddy, do as I say ..." I know,
not subtle but Dr. Kate came up with it.
Anyway, it was after shopping and trying to find him outfits and bras
that would work with those pointy boobies that he told me about the
implants he had. I guess he was too ashamed to get them inflated, but I
kept working on him, whispering to him at just the right times, you
know? I'd say: "Daddy, do as I say: Be ashamed of those pointy boobies
and want to have nice round ones." Then he'd space out, and of course
when he came to a few second later he wouldn't remember a thing, just
like Dr. Kate said would happen.
So after a few days of that I suggested we go and get the implants
inflated and he immediately agreed! It was like magic! By that time I'd
also been suggesting that we were girl friends and like sisters, so he
would relax around me. We even tried on clothes together, and he wasn't
freaked at all when I was just in bra and panties, or even just panties.
And he wasn't embarrassed being like totally naked in front of me.
So anyway, we went to the clinic and I watched as they hooked up those
tubes under his skin to the solution, and watched as his boobies went
from pointy b cup to c cup, and then to d, and then to double d. I know!
The doctor said that it was better to make them big for now, which would
help them settle down quicker, then we could reduce them to a nice c cup
like mine. I mean, he has awesome boobies now! We immediately went to
Victoria's Secret and bought him some 36dd bras. He didn't want push up
or demi bras, but I suggested to him that the more people saw of his
boobs, the more they'd think of him as a woman so he wouldn't have to be
worried they'd think he was some kind of freak.
When we strolled out of the mall with him in a low cut top, you should
have seen the jaws drop! He just smiled and proudly showed them off,
totally unaware of what a sex pot he'd become. That programming is
amazing! I also convinced him he needed a nice new hair style, and we
got him bangs and layers -- you know with the second puberty he'd gone
through, the plastic surgery to his face and everything, he doesn't look
42 at all. I mean, he looks like late twenties. And the hair style is
fun and kind of flirty, and I spent lots of time showing him how to use
the curling iron, so it always looks really nice.
Okay, now here's where I may have messed stuff up for him. You see, one
of the guys I met in France is over here for the summer with his older
brother. And he's like totally hot, but he was having a hard time
hooking his brother up because he's very shy. He's a cutie too, but like
I said, very shy. So .... ah ... I started suggesting to daddy that he
feel sorry for shy guys. You know, I used triggers so he had no idea
when I was doing. And, ummm, then I started changing the audio he
listened to at night. Look, I just wanted him to go out with the guy so
I could have some alone time with Jacques, okay? I guess I went
overboard.
So, I worked on him enough -- he really resisted -- that he finally
agreed to go out on a double date with me and Jacques and his brother
Peter. He, ummm, listened to a full week of audio where he, well, got
turned on by shy guys and wanted to flirt with them and ... other stuff.
I had no idea if it would work, but after ten minutes at the restaurant
daddy was flirting like you wouldn't believe! Batting his eye lashes,
showing his gorgeous cleavage, making Peter feel like he was the most
important man in the universe! I saw him resist at some points, but I'd
whisper to him, or take him to the ladies room, and say things like:
"Daddy do as I say: Let Peter smell your perfume. Touch his arm when you
talk to him. Giggle like a little girl at his jokes." After doing that
like half a dozen times, he couldn't help but be like a sexy little
flirt. Peter was forgetting that he was shy!
Anyway, after dinner we went back to their apartment, and I swear we
were just going to have a drink and go, but ... Jacques started kissing
me, and daddy and Peter were just sitting across the living room looking
uncomfortable. I ... well ... I thought something like this might happen
and I had put some audio programming in for just such an emergency. I
took daddy aside -- he was wearing that brown mini halter dress of mine.
You know, the one that you says makes me look like a hooker? His
chestnut hair was all curled and teased, and he had on red no-smudge
lipstick and all this eyeliner and mascara. Oh, and your diamond
dangling earrings that daddy gave you. He looked so hot, and without a
bra he was bouncing all over the place. Plus, I'd helped him shave his
legs so they were totally smooth, and got him a pair of sheer black
thigh highs. He also had a little black bow holding some of his hair
back. I'd taken him to our salon and had hair extensions put in, so his
hair came down to his boobies. He had on a pair of your black pumps, but
he was still like six inches shorter than Peter, who is very very tall.
And, and I renamed daddy Melissa, because he needed a girl's name, you
know.
Anyway, I took daddy aside and said: "Daddy, do as I say. Keep Peter
occupied by letting him kiss you. When he kisses you, you'll want more
and more. Moan and get all hot and bothered. Do whatever he wants." And,
well, I'd spliced in some audio about how to give the perfect blow job
and ... well ... everything. I kept saying that he couldn't resist, and
the more he was touched, the hornier he'd get. Of course daddy doesn't
like guys, but after a week listening to that audio eight or nine hours
a night he was totally primed.
So Jacques and I are making out, and I opened my eyes to see what daddy
was doing, and he was kissing Peter, his arms around his neck. Not
really passionately, you know? So I went back to kissing my guy, and
when I looked up five minutes later, Peter was fumbling with the halter,
and he finally got it undone. Daddy's boobies sprang free, and Peter
immediately started sucking daddy's nipples. He tried to push Peter
away, but soon the programming kicked in and he was pulling his face to
his boobies, and moaning for him to suck harder.
Jacques looked over and I could tell he was getting turned on by daddy's
big boobs, which I'd noticed him stealing glances at all night. I pulled
my top off and undid my bra, and soon his attention was diverted to me.
When I looked over again, Peter had his cock out and was forcing daddy's
lips onto it. As soon as they touched the tip, daddy's programming took
over and he started sucking like a pro. Of course, Jacques wanted the
same thing, and while I hate doing that, I obliged him. That was as far
as I wanted to go, but when I looked up again Peter had daddy down on
the floor with his ass in the air, and was guiding his cock into him. I
saw daddy lose his virginity, but he certainly didn't seem to mind. Next
thing I knew I was down on the floor in the same position and Jacques
was doing me doggie too. In fact, daddy and I had to make sure our heads
weren't banged together as we were being fucked. At one point I looked
into his face, and he looked into mine, and he had this mixture of
pleasure and humiliation in his eyes. By the time he came for the third
time -- was he this loud as a man? -- it was all pleasure.
He didn't want to leave, but I managed to put him back together and got
him in the car and took us home. When he woke up the next morning I was
expecting him to be horrified at the night before, but when I walked in
the kitchen he was in one of my nighties and on the phone with Jacques.
They were arranging a nooner, I think. I just went back to bed.
So he left that day and hasn't come back. I just got a text message that
he's with Jacques in Paris, and they're engaged! I'm so sorry mom! I
swear I had no idea my double date with daddy would turn him into a
lovesick girl!
Oh, he only responds to Melissa now. He, ah, she will be calling you
later to get your blessing.
Please don't be too angry!
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