This choice: The transformation worked completely, he's a girl • Go Back...Chapter #5It worked, he's a teen girl completely by: DougTF Dad sits up, but calling him he no longer seems at all appropriate. Sally hands him the clothes she brought down and he says thank you, before stopping, realizing his voice sounds so different. Looking down, 'his' eye bug out at the two generous breasts on his chest, as Sally sighs "Well, your machine worked Dad, but I think your pronouns and now most definitely 'she/her' and the newly minted she stands up, and struggles to get the bra on, though the panties are easier. "Thank you sugar....ohhh, I gotta change that up right quick Sally. I have to pretend to be your cousin, not you father. Um, what name are we going with for me?" Sally hands over an ID, she left this, but don't worry, its a false ID but I changed the date back so youre 18... Daisy" Sally stifles a giggle and Dad/Daisy looks crossly at her "Yeah, like the duck thanks, or worse, like the shorts from Dukes of Hazzard, ugh. Ok, so well, machine works and now I am stuck as a teenage girl for a week....I need a crash course in being a teen age girl before practice tomorrow" Sally leads her new cousin upstairs, and spends the night in her room, going over stuff, and she secretly likes it, having a sleepover with her new friend who just happens to be her dad.
In the morning, Daisy is up first and fixes breakfast for them both, Sally stretching as she comes down, Daisy cooking in pajama top over just panties. She turns to her daughter "I know, we need to get clothes for me today, after practice. But eat, you need your energy and so do I" as Daisy brings over the plates and sits down with Sally "now on to the really important stuff...you need me as the new libero...I know you are solid on backline, but how are the rest of the fronts, do we have good setters?" Sally giggles a bit, this part of her plan is perfect, he dad's competitive nature didn't have much outlet being in his 50s and out of shape, but now in the body of a fit 18 year old girl, she might wind up being all motor and unstoppable. They talk shop before it is time to get dressed for practice and Daisy shimmies into volleyball shorts "Gaaah, why do they make these so tight? I mean, it feels kinda nice but the struggle is real" Sally laughs, her own shorts are not as much of a struggle, and she looks at Daisy. "Mainly because your trunk has a lot more junk than mine, cuz" giggling, but realizing Daisy does have a really pert rear, and combined with her curvy chest, she's just a better looking girl than Sally is, which causes her to sigh. "What's wrong Sally?" dad asks and Sally looks at her "What's wrong is my dad is a hotter teen girl than I am, and that is just so wrong." She comes over "Hey, I'm sorry...I know you picked my form, and me joining the team was your idea, but dealing with the reality of those choices is tough for both of us...I mean, you just flat out admitted I am hot, so now I am so worried boys are gonna be hitting on me.... plus Gawd, other volley dads may be scoping out my ass..... girls do NOT have it easy these days. The Barbie movie so did not prepare me for this!" In spite of all her worries and insecurities, Sally laughs at that. "Dad if the Barbie movie is the main thing that prepared you for being a girl, then it could be worse. Thank God it wasn't what prepared you to be a man" Daisy smiles "hey, I may be living in a Barbie world now, but back when I was your old man, I was certainly Kenough" Sally laughs as they finish getting ready and then head out to the carpool. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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