Ask someone for help - Mother

Good lord, your pussy was ACHING and sore like heck. You could feel the rhythmical beating of your heart as it pumped blood through your crotch, the entire area was bruised and leaky with semen. Your father sure knew how to breed a young girl such as yourself.

The situation really turned into something awful. At this rate, you will be stuck as a chick - worse, you will end up with your own father's baby in your tummy. That's ****! Gross! It's also illegal! But it's not like you could go to the police and get your own family arrested... hell, you'd end up in some science experiment if you tell anyone that you used to be a guy. And on top of tha--nnngh. Your groin was throbbing and abused... can't waste more time.

With a decent amount of struggling, you get up and onto your shaky feet. A splurge of warm sperm spills out of your twat, and you wince in response. The only person that could help you now was your mother, she was submissive but surely she cared enough for you to respect your wishes.

Every step you took, made you gasp and groan in discomfort. There was no strength left in your body, your muscles were exhausted, your energy depleted... being a girl was hopeless. Depressing. You slowly make your way out of the room and downstairs to see that your father and Jimmy were already done eating, and retreated to the living room to watch TV. Looking back over to the kitchen table, you see your mother and Gwen and join them.

"Hey mom... I uh... I have to ask you something," you begin to speak. Their plates were partially empty already, yours still had a full portion of mashed potatoes and steak with a glass of water by the cutlery.

"Sure, go ahead. You should start eating as well though, you still have a long evening of baby-making ahead of you." You can't help but to cringe.

"Yeah about that... I mentioned it before, but I really don't wanna do any of that," you explain, and appease her by eating some of the food and flushing it down with the water. "I seriously prefer being a guy. Tits are nice and all, but only when they're attached to someone else. I also don't like having a vagina, I thought they were literally made to take a pounding, you know, but it's just constantly... sore... aching... there's no fun in it."

Gwen snickered quietly before taking another bite and enjoying her glass of cold water. She knew exactly why she recently begun preferring to date women. Perhaps it ran in the family to have an extra tight snatch, which may be enjoyable for the men to use, but frustrating for the girls who had to endure getting stretched wide open with each attempt at sex.

"Non-sense," your mother flat out refused to listen to any of it. "It's something you AND your sister struggle with. You girls need to behave more appropriate for your gender. That slit between your legs is entirely wasted if you don't use it to make the men happy." Eww. You and Gwen sigh in unison and shake your heads, there was no way either of you would ever be interested in being reduced to such a 'housewife' role of living.

"It's why I wanted the table in private with you two," your mother continues. "To share the good news with you. There'll be no more worrying from now on, just happiness. I took a couple of the pills that stimulate your hormone-production, grinded them into a fine dust, and used that to spice up your food and drinks! None of my daughters deserve being unhappy. And the men in the house deserve having access to your bodies without having to listen to your complaints. Today will be the last day either of you would even consider refusing unprotected sex! Isn't that great?" A caring, pleased smile rested on her face. As far as she was concerned, she successfully found a solution that made everybody at home happy for good.

You silently turn to look at Gwen, who shared your shocked expression. There were no words that would capture your feeling of betrayal.