Chapter 3

‘Daddy, what is happening to me?’ Jake asked.

I knew by the sound of his voice that I didn’t have to worry anymore. He was mine. He was scared, not angry; there wasn’t a hint of rebellion, just submissive obedience. I cupped my boy’s face with my hand, surprised that I couldn’t feel any stubble.

‘Nothing you need to worry about, Jake. Things are just changing, that’s all. For the better.’ Jake still looked concerned and confused, but ultimately, I knew he trusted me. ‘Why don’t you get cleaned up and get into bed? We can talk more tomorrow.’ Jake nodded and bit his lip.

‘Yes, Daddy.’

Alone now in the lounge, my cock still wet with my son’s spit, I still couldn’t quite believe what had happened. The possibilities of the future almost felt overwhelming. I would be getting my life back, no longer **** to spend every moment worrying about Jake. There was more to think about. Sitting in the flickering light of the TV, I thought back to James and Mary and their daughter Charlotte; my cock began to stir as her body came to mind, the curves, the milk. What would I do to Jake? I shivered, my horny mind lost in the possibilities.

The following day, Jake came down for breakfast, already dressed for school. We ate and talked about our days. Jake actually spoke about what he was doing at school and seemed genuinely interested in learning. These pills were a miracle! We didn’t mention what happened the night before, and I resisted the urge to push things further.

Once my son had headed off, I checked to see how many tablets I had. After the ones I had saved for Jake’s dinner tonight, I had a little under half left. Maybe I had been giving Jake a slightly higher dose than I should have. The bottle was supposed to last another whole month. James hadn’t been that specific on dosage. While it was a little worrying, no dangerous side effects had been mentioned, and Jake was doing better than ever. Putting the bottle away, I made a mental note to ask James about dosages and more pills.

It was a quiet day at work, and as my thoughts wandered, I was finding it harder and harder to focus. Was what I was doing wrong? How could it be right? My own son. I was using him, changing him without his consent. I made him give me a handjob for Christ’s sake.

But what would his life be without this? Certainly he would have been kicked out of another school. With the road he was on, Jake could have even become violent, been sent to prison. Yes, what I was doing was radical, wrong, even, but better this than the alternative. And besides, I didn’t have to go as far as Mary and James. I didn’t want a sex toy, just a son who wasn’t a menace. I’m sure once Jake was settled, I could take him off the pills.

In the cold light of day, I resolved not to repeat what had happened the night before. Yes, Jake was becoming more submissive, but that didn’t mean I had to take advantage of him. I would only do things that would improve his life.

With that decided and less to worry about, I found it easier to work. That was until I saw my phone light up with a notification. It was a text.

Hello Mr Cooper, I hope you don’t mind me texting you. Mummy gave me your number and said I should reach out just in case you had any questions or anything. Mummy and Daddy worried a lot when I first started changing. She said I should help you in any way I can.

Charlotte X

I was certainly surprised, though maybe I shouldn’t have been. Thinking back to my ‘encounter’ with Charlotte, I knew how generous James and Mary had been with her, and I could guess just what Mary had meant when she told her daughter to help me in any way she could.

I typed out a response. Hi Charlotte, that is very kind of you. If I have any questions, I will definitely let you know. I paused, knowing that was all I needed to say and yet I lingered, thinking about Charlotte’s body. I added to the message before pressing send. Shouldn’t you be in school, though? I don’t think you should be texting in class!

I was trying to flirt with Charlotte. I thought again about her beautiful, pale, plump body. I wondered how her pussy tasted and how hard I could knead her ass before she squealed. I needed to stop. I left my phone face down on the counter and went outside into the garden, hiding from my shame if anything.

The garden was small, just a little stretch of grass and some raised beds. I let out a big breath and tried to regain my composure. I stretched and did a few press-ups, trying to burn off some steam. The wrong kind of steam.

I always had a pretty high sex drive. I knew I was bisexual from an early age, and with Emma, Jake’s mum, I had the freedom to explore that. She had been adventurous, pushing us as a couple to experiment and try new things. Nothing quite as wild as I had seen with Mary and James, but threesomes and plenty of toys, a few sex parties. That all had changed when Emma died, and Jake’s behaviour deteriorated. I never even dated again. Charlotte’s mouth had been the first I had felt in close to ten years.

‘One of those days, huh?’ I was pulled out of my thoughts by a voice coming over the garden fence. My house was at the end of the row, so I had just one neighbour. It was a woman, perhaps a few years older than me, in her early forties. She was tall, probably even my height, having no trouble seeing over the fence. She had red hair and wore a long summer dress. I had only seen her once or twice, as she seemed to travel a lot. We had smiled and waved at each other, but never engaged in conversation.

‘You could say that.’ I **** a smile. ‘Just work and everything. You know how it is. I’m Mike, by the way.’ I walked over to the fence and offered my hand. She approached and gave it a gentle shake.

‘Sarah, lovely to meet you properly, Mike, I feel like we are always missing each other. With all these work trips, I feel like I am never at home. I am jetting off again on Monday.’

‘Anywhere nice?’

‘Berlin for a few days, I’ll probably only see the inside of my hotel room and head office.’

‘I’ve been on work trips like that, ’ I said, ‘I’m in web design.’

‘Sales.’ She said. I noted how she did not say what she sold, but decided not to ask, not wishing to pry. No doubt it was either boring or too complicated to explain over the fence. ‘Say I’ve seen your son around, I was wondering if I could ask a favour?’

‘Of Jake?’ I asked, surprised, usually if people were asking for him, he was in trouble.

‘I’ll be away for a few days, and I need someone to feed the fish and maybe just check on the place? Make sure no pipes burst, and it doesn’t burn down while I am gone? I’ll be happy to pay.’

‘Sure, no problem, I will let him know, but no need to leave any money.’

‘Great, thank you so much,’ she pulled a key from a pocket. ‘The spare key, I’ll leave instructions and some money on the kitchen table. I’ll hear no arguments about the money. I’ll be back on Thursday, so could he check the place over and drop some food in the fish tank on Tuesday?

‘Of course, I will let Jake know.’

Having to get back to work, I waved goodbye to Sarah and headed inside. It felt good to be making friends; I was actually doing things that neighbours do and not apologising for my son’s antics. And what a great opportunity for Jake. It wasn’t much, but it was responsibility. Old Jake probably would have burgled the place and not fed the fish out of spite. But now I could trust him to do a good thing.

Back in the kitchen, I got back to some work, finishing some designs and updating clients. That was until I heard my phone vibrate. I told myself not to look and to just finish my work for the day. My willpower lasted all of thirty seconds before I picked it up and saw the text from Charlotte.

It is lunch time! I am always a good girl in school now. XxX

Now? So she knew she used to be bad. That was almost a comfort. She wasn’t brainwashed or lobotomised. Yes, she was submissive to her parents, to put it politely, but she still knew what was going on.

Do you miss how you used to be? As soon as the message sent I felt a swell of panic. Was I asking something too personal? Was this something Charlotte discussed with Mary and James? What if she said yes? What if she confessed this was all against her will and she needed help? It was a tense couple of minutes staring at my phone, work completely forgotten. The icon of a microphone appeared. Charlotte was recording a voice note.

Clicking on it as soon as the message appeared, I heard her soft voice say. ‘Not at all, Mr Cooper. I used to feel so… angry. And scared. I couldn’t control myself. I knew what I was doing was wrong, that I was hurting people and myself, but I couldn’t stop. Things are very different now.’

It was not the answer I was expecting, and it hit me like a slap. That must be how Jake had been feeling, and only now was he starting to come out of it. If I had any lingering doubts about the pills, Charlotte had dispelled them.

Thank you, Charlotte, for sharing.

This time, there was no pause; another voice note appeared. ‘Am I a good girl?’ I could hear the pleading in her voice. Just like when she asked permission to suck cock she needed to hear this. I held down the button to record my voice. ‘Yes, Charlotte, you are a very good girl.’