Like son, like father

It was true. I did wonder why I was feminized so quickly and easily. May be it was whatever magic or ability Peter had to possess my mother's body also could alter my personality.

Less than an hour ago, I loved sports and knew all kinds of sports trivia and statistics. Now I couldn't tell you how to make points in baseball, or any of those silly names of football teams, or what kind of stick you use in basketball. But I now know the difference between a slingback and a Mary Jane and a T-strap. I could tell you whether a pencil skirt or a miniskirt would look better on me. I can name a dozen different designers of purses.

Less than an hour ago, I thought breasts and girls' butts were sexy. Now I get aroused at the idea of a slender, effeminate man with his glorious hard cock.

Less than a hour ago, I would punch you if you called me a fag. Now I liked being a sissy and get turned on by being called a fag. Even now thinking about it gives me tingles.

"Stand up," my mother, Peter, commanded. And I did. I stood there with one hand on my hip and the other under my chin. It felt so natural to stand like a girl.

"Don't move," she said as she walked with her strap-on over into my room and back. She was holding a ball. I think it was a baseball but I wasn't sure. She tossed it to me and I cringed. It hit my shoulder and stung a bit.

"Now pick it up and throw it to me," Peter commanded in my mother's voice.

I picked it up and looked at it. I looked at the stitching on it and liked how skillfully it was done. How I wished I could sew like that.

"Throw it. Throw it hard!"

Well, I did the best I could. Holding my arm stiff, I tilted my wrist back and tossed it as hard as I could. The ball fell just about a foot in front of me.

Peter laughed my mother's laugh.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," Peter/Mom said as she walked over to the closet and opened the door.

My father stood there in a French maid outfit with a glazed look in his eye and a vacant smile on his face. He was wearing a blonde wig and large hoop earrings. Red lipstick was smeared but his mascara and eye shadow was impeccable. I was slightly jealous.

"It seems your dad is into this kinky shit as well. Your mom never knew any better because she only ever fucked you dad. So she performed her wifely duties when he'd ask her to. Yep, your dad likes it up the ass. Want to see?"