Checking in with the rest of the family

Now that you're all done, you step out and make your way downstairs, anticipating to see some kind of family meeting. However, it's just your mother sitting on the couch, seemingly not even waiting for anyone in particular. It's only when you approach that she turns around with a pleased "Ahh, there you are, sleepyhead! Come and have a seat!"

Sleepyhead? That's the nickname she often gave you back when you were in the correct body... ? Somewhat confused, you take a seat by her side while the TV was running at a low volume in the background. "So, John! Your brother ended up spilling the beans about what happened. You had him all scared after your marathon sleep attempt... what it's been, twenty hours or something? Lazy as ever, my son. Here, take this," she offered while giving you a glass of water and a pink pill.

You're awkwardly smiling back at her, torn between relief that she's not freaking out at this stupid curse but also a little annoyed that you still had to deal with her judgmental attitude. "Y-yeah well, this isn't exactly something I asked for. Woke up with tits and now I have to wait it out," you reply while reaching for the tiny pill and swallowing it down with your drink. About time that she gave you an antidote for yesterdays ****.

"That's right, of course... I've also had a talk with Jimmy so you no longer have to pretend being his girlfriend. That act was kind of silly, and you could've really made things easier for yourself by telling us the truth instead."
Meh she may have a point. "I had no idea how you would react, figured it's safer to keep a secret for two days than to risk ending up in the insane asylum, you know?"

"There's your mistake, mother always knows best. Anyway, you've got a very pretty body now! I dare say you couldn't have gotten much luckier than that." While that may be the case, it doesn't change that being a girl SUCKS. Every experience you've made so far was a bad one.

"So! Since you've got only one day left, I'd say that you should be extra careful," she continued.

"Yeah, can agree with that."

"It probably takes just a few good attempts and you might already get knocked up."

"Yup."

"That's why I have decided that it's best for you to learn from someone with the necessary knowledge about how to be a girl. While you may have known all about how to live as a guy, you're clueless about what it means to be a woman."

"Yes that's kinda right."

"So at least for today, you will learn everything you need to know from the best teacher you could get, from your very own father! You're going to be his dedicated girlfriend from now on, you two will make a cute couple! Of course, that also means you will satisfy him sexually whenever necessary. In turn, he will make sure that you know your purpose in life, and if we are lucky, he will also make sure that you get to keep that cute body permanently."

"Perfect, that's... wait, what? No, no, it's a curse! I don't even want to be a chick. The whole point of this stupid spell is that I have to avoid getting pregnant or I'll forever be weak and useless like this."

"See, that's why you need your dad's guidance. Girls can be weak, but they're anything but useless. I've already seen that charming pussy of yours, John. Even with that alone you will be useful to just about any guy who wants to get laid. Speaking of which, your name, I guess it's no longer appropriate to call you John. Jane maybe? Or did you like being called Sarah?"

"What? No! Neither! I don't know! What's going on? I don't want to be a girl! Screw this!"

"Now, now, this is exactly why you need your father's guidance. It's not acceptable for a girl to have such a foul mouth." This isn't how you expected this little chat to go. Pouting, you stare back at your mother, who was completely fine with plotting how you'd live out the rest of your life now that you were a 'weak little girl that needed guidance.'

"Ouch!" You suddenly cry out as you feel a stinging sensation somewhere in your belly. Like someone jabbed a knife into your stomach! What's happening!?

"Oh grow up you baby, that's nothing compared to period cramps. Don't worry, you won't have those for a while still. What you felt just now was... what's it called... mittelschmerz? That's gotta mean that the pill you took is starting to work, great! It's nothing harmful, but since you're on a tight schedule, I figured you could use a little booster. That pain comes from the stimulation of your ovaries. Sounds worse than it is, just means that those things are finally **** to do their job and pop out a couple eggs. It doesn't even change anything, until we add some sperm and ta-daa you'll be a mommy in no time!"
Ah, crap! Becoming fertile because of a witch was one thing, but now you were literally ready to be bred. Really can't risk having sex anymore, at any cost. You breathe a sigh of relief that you washed out your dad's sperm at least, otherwise you'd be well on your way to motherhood already.

But... "Why!? Why would you want me to be stuck as a girl instead of transforming back?"

"Why do you think it's mainly men who are sent to wars? Women are more important. Not because they're smart or anything, but because one guy can get ten women pregnant but ten guys can do nothing with just one woman. Girls got all their value between the legs, the sooner you learn that, the better." Holy crap, dad had drilled some really backwards thinking into your mother.

"Ouch!" you whine out again and lower a hand down to your aching belly while your mother claps her hands in glee. "Oh, oh! My little girl is prepared to have twins! Do you appreciate it yet? You only needed a little bit of mommy's medicine and suddenly your stubborn womb is all happy and giddy at the thought of carrying a bunch of babies! You'll thank me some day! Have you already decided who gets the honors of spilling their seed inside your charming little pussy? Your brother or your dad?"

Crap, this really wasn't going well. Even your own genitals had betrayed you and were primed for an insemination. Just a few drops of cum anywhere near your vulva and you're done for. How are you even supposed to answer?