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Father Son Bonding
I heard the SUV coming up the dirt road, and I quickly told Tom to
hide in the other room. Peeking through the blinds, I saw my wife Jenny
at the wheel and ... damn ... my daughter Amanda beside her. I would
have expected they would be quiet and even nervous, as I was, but they
seemed to be sharing a joke. The back of the Yukon, I could tell, was
filled with boxes and bags, so at least, I figured, had brought
everything we'd asked them to.
Jenny was first to the door, and I'd noticed she'd asked Amanda to wait
in the car. I cracked it open and spoke first.
"It's bad, honey, really bad. Try not to be shocked." She didn't seem
startled by my voice, which was my second cue things were not going to
be as I expected.
"Oh Jim, relax. We knew mother's curse was going to be most powerful at
the full moon, and that's just a few days away. Now please, let me in
and let's assess the situation."
She rather forcefully opened the door, and I stepped back, brushing my
hair behind my ears and trying to stand tall. But Jenny was now taller,
a fact she couldn't dismiss as she stepped close and hugged me, and
gave me a peck on the forehead.
"Wow, you look almost like your sister's twin, except much, much
prettier," she smiled a warm smile while she gave me the once over. I
was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and while they were quite large on me
now, I guess they couldn't hide my centerfold body. "Wow, again." This
time here eyes bugged a little and an unmistakable smile crept over her
lips. "When mother does a curse, she doesn't full around. Now where's
my son?"
It was hard to believe how much things had changed in three weeks when
my 16-year-old son and I had blown off a trip to Jenny's sister's
wedding to go fishing at this cabin. My excuse was poor, I admit. I
said bonding time with Tom was more important than my sister-in-law's
third marriage. And I had laughed when their mother had said nothing is
more important than family, and when I followed that up by pointing out
that Jenny's sister had generated so much family it was hard to keep
track of them all. Tom had laughed too.
We hadn't believed Jenny's claims that her mother was a witch, as had
been her mother before her. And we certainly didn't believe Jenny when
she said her mother had cursed us to learn the value of family. Tommy
and I had no idea what that even meant until a few days later when both
of us woke up with hair down to our shoulders and tender, pointy,
adolescent breasts. It was Jenny's idea for us to hide out in the cabin
until the curse ran it's course -- one month to become female, and one
month to return to male. But there was a catch: If we didn't learn the
value of family, we'd stay female until we did.
So here we were, just three days away from full womanhood, though to
look at us you would think we'd been born female. My wavy chestnut hair
fell six inches past my shoulders, and my d cup breasts were high and
proud, hovering over my slender waist which blossomed to my full hips
and ass. My thighs were a little heavy, and my arms a little too
slender, but otherwise I was a total heartbreaker. Tommy had always
taken after his mother, and now he was almost a teenage version of her.
Thick golden blonde hair fell past the middle of his back; hair which
taper to point to a perfect bubble butt. His breasts were c cup, given
that they now spilled out of his sister's bras. Big blue eyes, like his
mother's, stared innocently through the rough bangs I'd cut for him.
Those eyes were often filled with tears that ran down past his little
pixie nose and ripe mouth. He just wasn't handling the hormones as well
as I was, or maybe he had more given he was a teenager. I'd spent many
an evening holding him while he cried himself to sleep. In the last
week, though, he seemed to be becoming better adjusted to our
situation, and I'd even caught him posing in front of the one full-
length mirror in the cabin -- sticking out his boobies and butt, and
flipping his hair. I figured he was turning himself on, because shortly
after he'd retire to the bathroom and I'd hear sexy high pitched moans
from behind a carefully locked door.
I admit I'd tried out my female equipment too, though I was more
discrete. Honestly, it was such a stressful situation that I was
finding more and more relief in the incredible multiple orgasms I could
have.
"Tommy, it's okay, come down. It's just your mother."
We heard some rustling and then my son, legs freshly shaved, walked
down the stairs in shorts and a tee shirt. His hair was pulled back in
a ponytail, and he looked a bit defiant. The tee shirt hadn't been
tight when we'd first come to the cabin, but he obviously filled it out
better than his sister, or Jenny, for that matter.
"Hi mom, I hope you brought some clothes."
"Hi Tommy. Yes, your sister and I packed you several suitcases and
bought you some new things for your ... um ..."
"For my breasts, mom?"
"Yes honey, for your breasts. Now why don't you and your father help us
unload the car. We have a month's worth of groceries, and lots to
discuss."
I had to admit I was looking forward to getting bras that fit too. The
bouncing around was very distracting, especially when the fabric of my
shirts and blouses rubbed against my sensitive nipples. More than once
the stimulation had sent me to the shower for some orgasms.
Amanda was less controlled than her mother, and burst out laughing at
the site of her father and brother. She seemed especially amused by our
breast size, and casually pinched Tommy's nipple when he was looking in
the back of the SUV.
"There, now we're even," she said, sticking her tongue out at her older
brother. Though now they looked about the same age -- 15 -- with
Tommy's fawn-like looks maybe even making him look a bit younger.
"Daddy, I can't get over how young you look," she said once we'd
emptied the van and unpacked. It was true, though I was 46, I probably
could have passed for 30, or even younger. I made dinner for us all --
my cooking skills really seemed to have develop along with my body, and
after dinner we tried on the outfits Jenny and Amanda had brought us.
It was a regular fashion show, and given "we're all girls now," as my
wife said, Tommy and I would strip down to our panties in the same room
with them while we learned about the proper way to get into and out of
bras, slips, dresses that zipped up the back, etc.
Tommy seemed to delight in showing off his perfect breasts, lording
them over his sister who barely filled an b cup. Jenny commented a few
times that I seemed to have all the mannerisms of a young woman,
including how I walked and even how I managed high heels the very first
time I wore them.
"You know it's the curse," I said, a little angrily. "I can't help how
I move and talk now, neither can Tommy. We went from fishing the first
week we were here to spending our days doing each other's hair and
looking at all those Cosmos and Glamour magazines you left. I've
frankly been dying for makeup, so thank you for bringing us both a
whole case. How did you know what shades would work for us though?"
"Well, mother had a good idea what you'd look like, given it was her
curse. So I bought cosmetics I thought would look good on your sister,
and ones I would have liked as a teen. Tommy is gorgeous, and he knows
it too. It's like he can't decided whether he wants to flaunt his good
looks or be embarrassed by them. And you, darling, you have no idea
what a sexy thing you are. I mean, honestly, the way you wiggle that
rear and smile so sweet, if I were a man I'd be all over you!"
She gave me long hug then, and took me by the hand up to bed. I thought
maybe she wanted some girl-on-girl action. Strangely though, it didn't
seem to interest me. In fact, I was kind of dreading she would make a
move on me. I figured it was just the weirdness of the situation. An
image did flash through my mind of us ... coupling ... and I remember
thinking I could probably get a younger, prettier partner. Once we
were in our nighties and under the covers, she got very serious and
started whispering.
"So I spoke with mother yesterday, and she's still angry. But I
convinced her to finish the spell, which she did. But you're not going
to like the conditions."
"Oh God," I whimpered, and at once felt totally humiliated whining in
front of my wife.
"There, there honey," Jenny said, stroking my hair in a rather
patronizing way. "You know my sister's wedding was postponed because
she had the flu. Mother wants you to go to the wedding.
"That's it? Tommy and I just have to go to the wedding as females?
That's not so bad."
"Actually, that's just the start of it. She wants you two to go with
dates.
"Dates?" I just could keep the hysteria out of my voice, and my eyes
started to well up.
"Yes, and it gets worse. She wants you to go with Jeremy, and she wants
Tommy to go with Todd.
"What? You cannot be serious. She knows how I feel about that loser and
his loser son. Besides, how would we ever arrange to meet them? This is
crazy!" Jeremy was my ex-brother-in-law, who had dumped Jenny's sister
for a young trophy wife, who had subsequently dumped him. He was good
looking and knew it, and was an expert at alienating pretty much
everyone who cared about him. And Todd was a chip off the old block -
destined to become a conceited loser like his father.
"Well, the thing is, I told them they could use the cabin. They'll be
here in a couple days. You're just going to be some friends of ours I
loaned the cabin to who will just happen to have gotten your dates
mixed up. That will be a perfect way to meet them. So just flirt a
little, get them to ask you to the wedding, let mother see you at the
wedding, and the curse will end."
"Flirt? I can't flirt! Tommy can't flirt! This is totally insane!"
"Shhhh. Stop being a little bitch about it! You brought this on
yourself, and it seems a small price to pay." Her voice rose in anger,
and I thought she might slap me. Now the tears were really streaming
and I recoiled from her anger in fear.
"Sorry honey, I'm so sorry." Her voice softened and she held me then,
our breasts pushing together and our legs entwined. I just felt
grateful and comforted, and as I drifted off to sleep I wondered what
I'd wear when Jeremy and Todd showed up at the cabin.
In the morning Jenny produced a pink bag and set it on the vanity. "We
have to run sweetie, but I thought you might enjoy what's in here.
Tommy is being given an identical one, just so you two won't fight over
it." She giggled an evil little giggle, and made a quick exit. As Tommy
and I waved goodbye to them, standing side by side in our thin
nightgowns, our nipples hard in the cool morning air, Jenny yelled,
"See you two at the wedding!"
The next two days went by in a blur, partly because we practiced over
and over again what we'd say to Jeremy and Todd, and partly because the
vibrators kept us in a constant state of arousal. Our story: I was now
Christine, and Tommy was Teresa, I was divorced and between jobs. That
sounded pathetic enough so that if my looks didn't prompt Jeremy to ask
me out, he might do so out of pity. In any case, we were going to tell
them that we had no place to go until we could move into our new
apartment Friday, so we were hoping we could share the cabin with them
until then. The wedding was Saturday, so that would give us three days
to work ourselves into their good graces.
The strange thing about those couple days was how we got along. I mean,
Tommy was a typical teenage boy - rebellious and a bit of a jerk. The
cabin used to be the place just the two of us would go to have some
father-son time, but lately he acted like he couldn't wait for those
weekends to be over.
Now, though, things were totally different. When we started talking
about how we would flirt and how we'd look for Jeremy and Todd, it went
from chagrin, to acceptance to, well, excitement. Tommy would parade in
front of me in a succession of blouses, then tank tops, then tube tops
- the last being a light pink number that he wore with a short white
skirt. He'd pulled it down low so it barely cover his nipples, and he
made a show of walking so his boobies jiggled alluringly. Jenny had
left a set of curlers and a curling iron, and now his pretty hair was
full and wavy, and he practiced pinning it back with barrettes, or even
putting it in pigtails. That sexy little girl look was guaranteed to
melt any teen boy's heart. Even his speech changed, from scared teen
boy to bubble- headed teen dream.
His talk of Todd was most disturbing. I mean, the two of them had never
gotten along, though they were born just weeks apart, but now Tommy was
obsessed with how Todd would feel about him. I guess it was just
because we were getting closer to being total girls that he became
obsessed with a boy.
I tried to hide my own feelings, but I felt myself getting swept up in
the situation. Tommy insisted on curling my hair and doing my makeup
and nails, and I found myself thinking more and more about Jeremy.
While I'd made it a point to avoid him in the past, his good looks and
toned body now crept into my thoughts and dreams. I realized I hated
being thought of as Tommy's mother, and told him I thought we should
just be sisters separated by 14 years. He quickly agreed, and from that
point forward we really bonded like sisters. It was weird that I always
tried to use the cabin for father-son bonding, but now we'd become
closer than we'd ever been as father and son.
The morning of the day Jeremy and Todd were going to arrive we admitted
to each other we'd had erotic dreams about them, and had spent the
first hour after waking up with our big pink vibrators fantasizing
about sleeping with them. We were like excited school girls getting
ready for our first dates, and we both realized we'd never kissed guys
before.
"I mean, are we suppose to just be passive and pucker, or what," Tommy
asked, suddenly concerned.
"I think if it comes to that we just let them take the lead," I said.
"But sis! I've never kissed anybody before! What if he doesn't like
it?"
"Relax sweetie," I replied. "Just think of your lips as soft pink
pillows for his lips to land on, and let his tongue in your mouth and
play with it with your tongue." He seemed grateful for the guidance and
gave me a hug.
A few minutes later we heard tires coming up the road we quickly broke
off, fixed our lipstick, and tried to act surprised when Jeremy and
Todd opened the door.
"Oh my, I, who are you???" Tommy squealed, putting on an excellent show
of being alarmed.
Jeremy asked the same question, and after we "sorted things out," he
agreed we could stay a few days.
He was not the Jeremy I remembered. He was still handsome and buff, but
gone was the cockiness and the male chauvinism. He obviously was
attracted to me - I realized that a woman just knows these things, and
I was fully a woman now - but he didn't hit on me in the least. He was
actually depressed that his ex-wife was getting married, and he realize
all the mistakes he'd made in his life. These confession practically
came streaming out of him that first day, and we talked well past
midnight.
Meanwhile, Tommy and Todd had gone for a stroll down by the lake, and
from Tommy's smudged lip gloss I could tell they'd been making out
already. When they finally came up to the cabin, Jeremy and I made them
go to separate rooms. Tommy and I shared one bedroom, and Jeremy and
Todd shared the other.
Tommy could barely contained himself, and was so proud that Todd told
him what a great kisser he was. "And sis, I let him get to second base,
it was soooo heavenly."
My son had turned into a slut, I realized, and I had to put a stop to
that. "Listen, 'sis,' boys don't ask bad girls to go to weddings with
them, so you'd just better cool it. DO NOT BLOW THIS for us," I
practically screamed at him. All I got was a 'tude, so I flipped him
over my lap, pulled up his nightie, pulled down his panties, and gave
him a sound spanking.
"Daddy, please stop!" he pleaded, but I didn't relent until his cute
white bottom was pink and tears stained his face.
The next morning I got up early and fixed bacon and eggs for "the
boys," and Jeremy and I took the rowboat out on the lake. He apologized
for unloading on me the night before, and I found myself telling him
that I liked a man who could show emotion. Funny, Jenny has always
complained to me that I never showed my emotions, and that it
frustrated her to know end. The thing was I really did like Jeremy more
for being sensitive, though I thought maybe he was going too far. After
all, I was in a baby blue halter top and white shorts, and I made a
point of leaning over to give him full shows of my bountiful breasts.
He would steal a glance, but then would make eye contact. I gave him my
best smiles and giggles, and by the time we reached the other side of
the lake and spread out our picnic lunch that I had packed, he was
starting to relax.
I stretched out on the blanket, arching my back and giving him a full
view of my luscious body, as he sat behind me. And before I knew it, he
had bent over and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. This was not in the
plan. I was just going to get him excited enough to ask me to the
wedding. But something inside of me kind of snapped, and I went from a
state of calculation to a state of mush. My nipples were rock hard, I
was starting to get wet, and my body felt weak and my mind willing and
submissive.
"I hope I'm not being too forward he said," smiling down at me. I
slowly rose and sat myself in his lap, and felt his strong arms
encircle me.
"I hope I'm not being too forward," I said, wrapping my arms around his
neck and kissing him back. It wasn't long before our tongues were
wrapped up too, and he had laid me down on the blanket and started
exploring my breasts with his strong but sensitive hands.
When he gave my left nipple a slight pinch, I thought I would go into
orbit, and a sultry moan escaped my lips. I could feel his hard cock
pushing against my clit through our shorts, and I wondered briefly if I
was giving up too easily, if he wouldn't ask a bad girl like me to a
wedding. But, I really didn't care. When I felt the button on my shorts
pop and the zipper pulled down, I wiggled out of them quickly and
peeled off my halter. I gave him my most seductive pose, just in a
white lace thong, and in an instant he was naked and that big cock was
in my mouth. I sucked it hungrily and was afraid he might cum in my
mouth - afraid because I wanted him inside me so badly I ached.
Fortunately I didn't have long to wait, and he found me hot, tight, wet
and willing. The contrast of having something that big and hard inside
my soft body felt incredible right, and I couldn't believe how often I
came, and what a skilled lover he was. They must have heard me
screaming from across the lake when I came cowgirl while he was sucking
one nipple while pinching the other. Afterwards I dozed in his arms
until the sun started to set, then we reluctantly packed up and went
back to the cabin.
Up to my bedroom I practically floated, only to open the door to see
Teresa with her ass in the air, being banged doggy by Todd. They were
so engrossed in each other I just closed the door and went back
downstairs. I'm sure they couldn't have heard me over Teresa's moans.
Yes, it was at that moment that I finally thought him as a girl, not a
boy.
And it suddenly dawned on me that I was now a woman, not a man.
Of course Jeremy did ask me to the wedding, admitting he wanted to make
his ex jealous. And while I was nervous to be seen in public and
humiliated in front of my mother-in-law, wife and daughter, I was also
excited about what I would wear. And I knew I'd have Jeremy's strong
arm to cling to.
And cling I did, and jealous she was. I had pulled out all the stops to
look prettier than the bride, having had a mani pedi and gone to a hair
salon before hand. My hair was piled atop my head in a tangle of curls,
but some curly strands brushed my shoulders, framing my slender,
elegant neck. From there a simple, strapless silk blue dress revealed a
sexy but respectable amount of cleavage. The waist was fitted but then
the skirt was loose, pleated and fell to just above my knees, making it
dance around my legs as I walked on white 4" stiletto heels.
When Jeremy introduced me to his ex as "Christine, my girlfriend," I
smiled a haughty little smile -- all these feminine tricks seemed to be
available on a whim now -- and purred it was "such a pleasure to
finally meet you, darling." Of course, I had met her many times before,
and in much more intimate settings than this one. She had aged some
since I'd last seen her, but she was still beautiful, and seeing her
again brought back a flash of memories.
I had cautioned Teresa to play it cool, but I spied her stealing a kiss
from Todd in a corner. Todd's hands were unabashedly on her ass, which
was covered in dark blue, taffeta tiered skirt. A pink Lolita blouse
edged in white lace dipped daringly in front. Her hair was in a high
pony with a matching pink bow, and I noticed every usher steal stares,
or just gawk.
When Jenny finally made an entrance she walked slowly towards us,
daughter in tow.
"My you look lovely," she said, smiling a radiant, satisfied smile.
"Excuse me Jeremy, would you mind if I borrowed your date for a minute?
We need a little girl talk."
My wife whisked me to a secluded room in the church, and we sat down on
a couch, her hands clasping my hands.
"So, what did you choose as your female name, I'm curious," she asked.
"I'm Christine," I replied, blushing.
"Ah, Christine. Your mother's name. She would be so proud. Christine, I
need to tell you something, and I'd like you not to get upset. Mother
said she placed a bit of a love spell on you and Tommy ..."
"Her name is Teresa ..."
"Okay, Teresa. Mother wanted to make sure you came to the wedding and
wanted to make sure it was with Jeremy. The first man you saw you'd
fall in love with, and we made sure that was Jeremy. Mother blames you
for breaking up my sister and Jeremy's marriage, given you two were
sleeping together when they got divorced."
"What? You knew about that? But I swear they were already on the outs
when we were seeing each other! I had nothing to do with the divorce!"
"Mother and I knew about it, Christine, because she told us after the
divorce was final. She was so confused at that time, and you took
advantage of her. And you took advantage of her at the cabin several
times, didn't you? So mother thought it would be poetic justice for you
to feel confused and taken advantage of in the very cabin where you
helped ruin my sister's marriage."
I was speechless, and fighting back tears - both because I didn't want
to be seen as weak in front of Jenny, and because I had spent an hour
on my makeup.
"So here's the deal. You're going to stay a woman, and one hopelessly
in love with Jeremy, who you had so little respect for. Maybe he'll
marry you, and if he does, I want to be invited to the wedding."
It was not a request, it was an order.
Teresa is going to come back and live with me. She'll be starting
school over as a sophomore, and as my niece from another state. We need
to separate her and Todd because if they stay together much longer her
love spell will bond her to Todd for life, and I want her to be able to
make her own choices. But you, darling Christine, you're going to stay
with Jeremy, aren't you? You can't help yourself, can you? There, there
honey," she dabbed my tears with a tissue, which became blotched black
from mascara.
"Now run along and fix your makeup. You can't keep the love of your
life waiting ..."
With that she left, and we haven't spoken since. I did repair my
makeup, and I was the prettiest woman in the whole church, a fact which
Jeremy comment on repeatedly, both during the ceremony and reception,
and that night as we clung to each other in bed.
I now work as a legal secretary (it was easy given I'd been a high
priced lawyer as a man), a job that is beneath me. However, I don't
want Jeremy to feel badly that I have a higher paying job than he does,
because he is such a sensitive man. Todd eventually got over Teresa,
but it took weeks, many of which he spent crying on my shoulder -
sometimes I know just to get a peek of my breasts. As for my mother-in-
law and family, I realize now that while what she did to me was wrong,
she was right about the importance of family. Jeremy and I are going to
be starting our own family soon.
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