Luke returns

You had been waiting for some time for him to come home.

Your son… your new husband.

Your little tryst with Dante had sedated your needs momentarily, but soon the modifications they’d done to you really kicked in. You lived to serve. You lived to submit. Men were your superiors in every way. Obedience to them was your ultimate joy and satisfaction.

You heard the door open.

It was time.

“Alright dad I…” Luke said walking in.

His eyes locked on you.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked.

“Welcome home, son.” You say with a forced smile.

“What… let me guess… you’re dad’s new stepford wife… I knew he’d.”

He looked down. On your arm was a birthmark. He knew full well it was there. Your transformation hadn’t hidden it or removed it.

“What… the Fuck…?” He stammered. “D…dad?”

“I know you missed your mom… and I felt I could not help you as I was…”

“So… what… you became a replacement mom? A decade later? Fat lot of good that’s going to do me.”

“I’m your mom and your housewife.”

“My what?”

“Your housewife. Your… wife… I’m your wife.”