It was a very strange week. I was taking my Dad is a woman’s body to the mall and many other shopping centers to buy clothes, makeup, and anything else he needed to blend into this new form he was trying to discover everything about. Dad made sure to learn how women walked, talked, and dress and much to my shock, he was good at being a woman: he gained new lady friends including Ms. Jackson next door. He needed a name for his female life so I gave him a name: Rose. Everything new he discovered about his new body, he made sure to log it down for his research however, it wasn’t always just for science.
Every day, he’d take another dose and drag me along into town which was annoying at first but soon enough, it became kind of fun: we would spend time together, laugh, joke around, go have breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, or in the case of tonight we went to the movies to enjoy the latest blockbuster action flick and we had a blast but I couldn’t help but notice how comfortable both my father and myself were with this situation. We held hands at one point during a romantic part but I was quick to pull away but I didn’t seem to mind when he rested his head on my shoulder. Honestly, despite how insane this situation was, I was closer to Dad than over the last ten years since Mom left us.
The next morning, I sat on the couch in the living room and instantly, I saw Dad walk out already in his female form. I noticed that Dad stopped waiting to transform back into his normal self: he would just immediately drink another formula to keep his female body and honestly, I was used to it by this point. Dad sat beside me wearing a pink robe, handing me a mocha with his dainty fingers with finely trimmed and polished fingernails,
“Hey kid, enjoy. Made it myself.” I took a sip and went wide-eyed, shocked by how delicious it really was. I immediately took another sip which made Dad let out a giggle, “Like it?” In pure admiration, I only responded with,
“Like? Hell no. I fucking love it!” Dad formed a wide grin and a nervous chuckle as his womanly hand gently placed itself on my leg to caress it,
“Aw, well thanks, Sean.” That voice. Every time she spoke, it sounded like heaven. I watched him situate herse- himself in the seat. Every curve was perfection, I was started to breathe heavier but saved by the bell as my phone went off. I checked it to see a text message from my friend that read,
“Yo dude! You coming to the party tonight? You should bring that babe of yours. Rose? Tex t me back when you got the chance!” All I could do was groan then set the phone down, hoping to avoid that mess for the rest of my life. Dad noticed my frustration so he asked,
“What’s up?” I was so comfortable around Dad now that I didn’t even try to avoid talking about it with him,
“Oh, I was the dumbass who created a fake girlfriend to just impress the guys. They want me to go to this party with her but she doesn’t exist.” We sat there is silence as Dad pondered my situation only to respond with a question,
“What about me?” Confused, I quickly replied with,
“What do you mean?” Dad sat up and began to explain his plan,
“Well, I happen to inhabit the body of an extremely hot woman. Why don’t we go to the party together? I’ll pretend to be this girl for the night and the guys will get off your back about it.” I immediately thought this plan was insane but you could describe this whole last week that way so I gave it some thought: Dad’s womanly form is definitely extremely sexy so it would impress the guys,
“…Okay. But just for tonight!” Dad smiled and got up, grabbing his purse and car keys,
“Easy! Now I gotta take care of some things. You go ahead back to your apartment and get ready. Come pick me up when it’s time to go, okay?” Dad left, excited for this party it seemed like which surprised me but he probably wanted to attend a party for research. So I went home and spent the whole day preparing for the party. I got my fancy suit on, heavy musk cologne, and did up my hair: I didn’t even know why I did.
At around 7:30 PM, I texted Dad to make sure he was ready and after responding that he was along with a heart emoji, I drove back over to his place. I parked in the drive way, stepped out then looked to the porch to see a sight that nearly made me lose balance: an absolutely beautiful mature woman in a blue dress with blonde hair stepping towards me with a smile: it literally took me a good twenty seconds before I realized that THIS WAS MY FATHER! He dyed his hair from a brunette to a blonde and he made it look so damn good,
“So…what do you think? Is it too much?” I was flabbergasted, I was struggling to do anything other than admiring this blonde beauty before me but once the woman blushed slightly, I shook myself out of the daze and said,
“Look, you’re my Dad.” Dad looked slightly disappointed by that but then I followed it up with the words, “But I have to admit that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Dad’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, forming a massive grin,
“Aw, thanks! Worked hard to get this look perfect!” With that, I made my way over to the passenger side and opened the door for Dad who climbed in, that smile not fading for a second. After climbing into the driver’s seat, I drove off heading towards our destination. We didn’t talk much on the way there but at the corner of my eyes, I saw Dad take in a good whiff of my cologne and emit a gentle coo of approval, “You look great, too.” I didn’t even respond to that which made him smile even more.
We parked underneath a building and we could see the party lights at the top floor so I instinctively held Dad’s hand and helped him up to the door and guided him inside the building, into an elevator, then up to the top floor where a bouncer immediately gave a thumbs up letting us enter my friend’s penthouse,
“Damn! She was fine!” We heard the bouncer say to himself and the two of us couldn’t help but let out a laugh. That’s when we were approached by my buddy Derrick,
“Dude! You came! And hello…” He was shocked by the lady beside me so he followed up with, “Um…you must be Rose, right?” Dad looked to me, realizing where I got that name from so he smirked then looked to Derrick to reply with,
“Rose Smith. A pleasure to meet you! About time Sean introduced me to you!” Derrick joined “Rose” with a laugh in unison,
“I know right? What the hell man? Why did it take you this long? You afraid I’d take her from ya?” The three of us now laughed though mine was a bit awkward; then I froze when Dad caressed my chest,
“Oh, you wish, honey!” At that moment, the party started and we mingled with others, drank, played a few party games, drank, Dad made a few lady friends, drank, and just had a wonderful time. However during the night, my eyes hardly ever left Dad: he was beauty incarnate, the way he moved, the way he laughed, the way she danced, the way she smiled at me, the way she…he. HE! What was wrong with me? The dance floor lit up brightly and Derrick got onto the microphone,
“Clear the dance floor! It’s time for two love birds to get down! Give it up for Rose and Sean!” The crowd cleared the dance floor so that only the two of us remained and we gazed at each other a bit nervously but Dad formed a smile and approached me,
“Let’s give ’em a show!” And just like that, we danced. I can’t even remember what we did because the entire time, my focus was on being this close to Dad: I was holding his waste and hand in my arms. I believe we performed a fusion of break dancing and ballroom dancing because we were all over the place plus dubstep was playing in the background. Dad and I just stared at each other: we both were obviously attracted to each other but what came next completely shocked me. As we struck the final pose with me dipping Dad, he formed a smile which quickly came close and merged with my lips for a kiss that made me go wide eyed but…I just gave in, I returned the kiss as Rose and I made it last as long as we could until she released and whispered, “I think they bought it.”
We enjoyed the rest of the party together and we drove back towards Dad’s place. The drive there was incredibly quiet, neither of us emitted a single sound. When we arrived back at his place, I opened the passenger door for Dad then walked him to the door like a gentleman would. At the door, I avoided eye contact until he spoke to me in the beautiful voice,
“Sean…” I looked up to him, “I had an amazing time tonight. I loved EVERY moment.” When he put emphasis on every, I knew what he meant and I couldn’t believe it. I was about to try and come up with anything to get out of this situation but instead, instincts kicked up and I went in and gave my father the most amorous kiss I could give. I back up, unable to believe what I was doing,
“I’m sorry! Look…Dad…I…” He approached and put one finger over my lips to shush me,
“Shhh. Call me, Rose.” I couldn’t fight it any longer and neither could she-he…SHE! Rose and I had fallen for one another and we both gave into those feelings tonight when we kissed which we did one more time except this time: love and lust merged as we sensually kissed, mixing our tongues and feeling up our bodies. Rose curled her legs around my waist and I carried her upstairs to the master bedroom where my Dad slept. We made out, we felt up each other’s bodies all as we stripped off our clothes.
I don’t even know how it happened but soon enough, she brought herself on top of me and lowered herself onto my throbbing hard cock. When I penetrated her soft folds, she let out a mighty yell of pleasure having never felt this sensation before,
“I’ve wanted to do this since the movie.” She admitted as I didn’t admit that I probably would have taken her any day this week beforehand but now? There was no way I could deny myself her body anymore. She began to ride me, letting out vicious moans while I thrust myself as much as I could while lying down, “Yes! FUCK ME! YES!” In many ways this was so wrong, this was my Dad I was thrusting my cock into but…it didn’t feel like it. This wasn’t my Dad, this was Rose Smith: the most amazing woman I could ever meet.
The formula definitely worked because Rose had more energy than anyone I’ve ever met: we fucked for hours and hours and we both experienced multiple orgasms. We fucked for so long that we had gone through so many positions: I was currently on top of her plunging deep into her pussy when I noticed her moans became manly so I focused on Rose’s face to see that everything else was still Rose: the blonde long hair, the curves, everything…except for the face which was that of my father who was smiling at me. Admittedly I wanted Rose back but I whispered,
“Is it wrong that I think this is kind of sexy?” We joined for a kiss, our tongues dancing while Dad reached to the side-table, grabbing a vial of the formula,
“As much as I want to fulfill your every fantasy.” He said, breaking the kiss to drink the formula, instantly changing his face back into Rose’s along with her voice, “I want to stay Rose. Now…fuck your Daddy like you mean it!” Oh, we weren’t even close to being done. We continued for another hour or two then I just passed out from exhaustion while Rose remained full of energy. I believe she still fucked my cock after I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning to an amazing sight: the blonde beauty in front of me. I gently placed my hand on her hip making her stir in her sleep, smile, then respond as she woke up,
“You up for some more?” Damn, she was a sex-fiend and I approved of it but I had my limits so I leaned over and planted a few kisses on her neck, then one more on her cheek,
“Later. You wore me out.” She turned her head to merge her lips with mine. This was already going to be an amazing morning.
Days went by, I went back to work but instead of going back to my place, I immediately went back to Rose and spent time with her. From then on, things changed: my father was gone and Rose was here to stay. Rose was still a brilliant scientist who kept the secret of this Formula 62 to herself and became a stay at home wife. That’s right. A year later after this whole thing, I proposed to Rose and of course, she agreed. Perfect timing too because she gave me the good news: she was pregnant.
Three years have passed: we are still living in the same house with my beautiful wife along with my two amazing daughters. Rose still loved to experiment with her formula: our neighbor Ms. Jackson asked why she apparently saw two women having sex one night then another night she saw tentacles. What can I say? My wife was kinky. Speaking of, she soon developed Formula 63 which permanently left her in this amazing form and that was definitely for the best.
Three years of marriage, two kids, a new life, and we couldn’t be happier.