Marcie's "Free Spiritedness"

'He's just a Free Spirit,' Charles thought uncomfortably as he walked into the kitchen and took in the scene before him. Marcie had beaten him there and was already making breakfast, and from the amount of food laid out, it was for both of them. Normally, Charles would be delighted to see his son being so thoughtful and cooking for both of them, but the sentiment was ruined given Marcie's current state.

Marcus always slept in his underwear, and he didn't like to get dressed for the day until after he had breakfast. Charles didn't mind; hell, he was like that himself. Right now, he wore a tank top and his pajama bottoms, normal attire for a grown man who just woke up. But Marcie had slightly different sleeping habits from Marcus.

Charles watched from the hallway as Marcie hummed some sort of pop song while she cooked eggs on the stove. He was dancing to the imaginary beat too, swaying his hips to the rhythm of whatever song was in his head. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for Marcie's new sleepwear... or lack thereof.

Marcie stood in the kitchen, stark naked. He sleeps nude nowadays since, according to him, "I've gotten so used to being naked that I'm more comfortable without clothes." That line has some uncomfortable implications that Charles doesn't want to think about, but that's beside the point.

For the past few weeks, Charles woke up to find his son parading around the house completely naked, showing off his new hips and ass. Charles always did his best to stare only at Marcie's head, but even that was dangerous. His new feminine appearance was so pretty that he couldn't help but be drawn to it, despite knowing that the face belonged to his son. That was the nastier side effects of the Femboy Bug; no matter who the person infected was to you, you'd find them attractive.

"Morning, Daddy!" Marcie called out without turning around. Charles flinched slightly, feeling both embarrassed and horrified. How long had Marcie known he was there? Did he just let his father stare at him like that without saying anything? A chill ran down the older man's spine as he realised he'd been caught staring at his naked Femboy son. God, what must Marcie be thinking about him now?

"M-Morning..." Charles muttered uncomfortably. He shifted to hide his bulge, even though his son still hadn't turned to see him. "Y-You should really wear some clothes before leaving your room, Marcie."

"I am wearing clothes!" Marcie giggled, then turned to face his father. Charles instinctively turned away, not wanting to see his son's privates. Instead, he focused on his son's face. Despite the now feminine frame of his jaw, Charles could still see Marcus in Macie's perverted visage. He could still see Marcus' mischievous smirk on his feminine features.

Whatever nostalgia or heartbreak Charles felt was pushed aside as Marcie wiggled his hips and drove his father's attention to the femboy's crotch. Rather than seeing his son's penis flopping around, Charles saw that Marcie's dick was locked in a chastity cage. Specifically, Marcie had his cock put in one of those flat cages that pressed down on his cock so that not even a bulge showed up.

"My little dickie is covered," Marcie said cheekily. Charles wasn't sure if he was choosing to ignore how his balls were still visible, but he wasn't going to point them out. "And..." Marcie suddenly turned around and bent over, once again showing his father his plump rear end. To Charlie's horror, Marcie spread his ass cheeks open to reveal a black disc that was nestled between them. "So is my love hole~."

Marcie turned back to Charles with a naughty smile on his face. "I have all the clothes I need."

Charles wasn't sure what to say. On one hand, he wanted to scream that Marcie wasn't wearing clothes at all, but that would do exactly what his son wanted. That being said, Charles couldn't let Marcie prance about naked, even if it was just the two of them.

There's no getting around it, he had to say something.