David knows he's changed but doesn't mind

"David?" Michael asked, uncertain if the mental alterations he'd commanded had been a successful as the physical ones.

"Oh, hi Daddy," David blinked, a frown creasing her perfect brow as she poked at her new chest "Um, this might sound like a silly question but, do I have boobies now?"

"Well, yes, son, you do." Michael told her, breaking into a relieved grin, "And a very nice pair they are too, even if I do say so myself."

David nodded, although she didn't appear to have heard him. Michael could hardly blame her for being distracted. Her new body was a work of art from the outside, he could hardly imagine what it was like to experience it from the inside.

He indulged the former boy's curiosity as her hands roamed over smooth skin and sheer fabric. Her explorations finding everything a beautiful young woman should expect to have and nothing that David had previously possessed.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, drawing David's attention back to her Daddy where it belonged.

"But why do I have boobies, Daddy?" She asked, her sapphire eyes calm but full of curiosity, "Did you give them to me?"

"I did sweetie," Michael admitted, curious to see how she'd react, "do you like them?"

"Um, I think I do." She admitted blushing an appealing shade of pink, "I feel like I shouldn't. Like maybe even I should be mad at you for like experimenting on me and stuff, but I'm not at all because I really really do love my boobies. This whole body feels so yummy. I even like how it makes me talk all dumb and silly. You're such a clever Daddy. I can't wait to see what you'll do to me next."