Oh if only the school board & mom knew what me and dad did after I arrived home after swap class in Sarah Stewarts tight little body. It’s not like I wanted to do this in the first place. But my dad is an experienced flirting charismatic son of a bitch. It took having a girly body and hormones to realize that. Logic was never Sarah’s strongest quality, and for now, it wasn’t mine either. Realizing this, my dad put me in the correct state of mind when he made the super intelligent point that technically I wasn’t “his son” right now. In that moment I was just a guest staying at home and needed to act like one. Even receiving me with his usual whisky shot. He argued that such hospitality included paying back the favor. This is gonna make me feel so stupid when I swap back, but for now I’ll keep this stupid logic in mind. I stepped through the door, my heart racing. I couldn't believe what had transpired at swap class. Being in Sarah's body was...eye-opening. And now, here I was, back home with my dad, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Well, well, look who's here. A beautiful young lady, hmm?" Dad's voice boomed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come in, my dear. Welcome to our humble abode." I giggled, a sound so unfamiliar coming from my own mouth. "I-I'm not really a lady, Dad. It's me, your son. Or...temporarily, Sarah." "Nonsense!" He poured me a shot, the clink of glass echoing his determination. "A guest in my house deserves the finest hospitality. And a guest you are, my dear Sarah. So, tell me, how can I make your stay enjoyable?" I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my body. "You know, Dad, you're right. I should make the most of this...situation. After all, when in Rome..." "Exactly! And what better way to embrace the experience than with a proper welcome?" His laugh rumbled, deep and playful. "Now, enough chit-chat. Let's not waste this unique opportunity, shall we?"
Oh if only the school board & mom knew what me and dad did after I arrived home after swap class in Sarah Stewarts tight little body. It’s not like I wanted to do this in the first place. But my dad is an experienced flirting charismatic son of a bitch. It took having a girly body and hormones to realize that. Logic was never Sarah’s strongest quality, and for now, it wasn’t mine either. Realizing this, my dad put me in the correct state of mind when he made the super intelligent point that technically I wasn’t “his son” right now. In that moment I was just a guest staying at home and needed to act like one. Even receiving me with his usual whisky shot. He argued that such hospitality included paying back the favor. This is gonna make me feel so stupid when I swap back, but for now I’ll keep this stupid logic in mind.
ReplyDeleteI stepped through the door, my heart racing. I couldn't believe what had transpired at swap class. Being in Sarah's body was...eye-opening. And now, here I was, back home with my dad, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Well, well, look who's here. A beautiful young lady, hmm?" Dad's voice boomed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come in, my dear. Welcome to our humble abode." I giggled, a sound so unfamiliar coming from my own mouth. "I-I'm not really a lady, Dad. It's me, your son. Or...temporarily, Sarah." "Nonsense!" He poured me a shot, the clink of glass echoing his determination. "A guest in my house deserves the finest hospitality. And a guest you are, my dear Sarah. So, tell me, how can I make your stay enjoyable?" I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my body. "You know, Dad, you're right. I should make the most of this...situation. After all, when in Rome..." "Exactly! And what better way to embrace the experience than with a proper welcome?" His laugh rumbled, deep and playful. "Now, enough chit-chat. Let's not waste this unique opportunity, shall we?"