Meeting the neighbors: gender-bent Dad (TS)

Today's been something else. For me, for my family, just... In general. Oh, yeah, you might wanna skip this one if you don't wanna question your sexuality too much. Or if you're reading this at my funeral, maybe, but then again... I intend to die in Madreput, and I'm beginning to think that this sorta thing is normal around here.

The mood in our new home got a little tense after my morning activities, so I decided to go on a walk and check out the neighborhood. I only got about two houses down before I ran into someone: a guy about my age, lounging in his garden and getting sucked off by a blonde chick.

He saw me staring and waved me over, acting all friendly. Introduced himself as Steve, proud head of the Morello family. The girl was too busy to tell me her name herself, so he introduced her as his little sister Sarah.

I asked about his mom (this is an Oedipal Zone, after all), and apparently she's out of town on business. I said something sympathetic, like "oh too bad you only have one cumdump," but he laughed and shook his head.

"C'mon inside. I wanna show you something."

I shrugged and followed him into the house, while his nearly-naked sister wiped the dirt of her knees and started doing some yardwork.

When Steve and I reached the living room, I stopped and did a double-take. Standing there in nothing but some frilly lingerie was a blonde woman with huge tits... And a tiny cock.

“This is Nixi,” Steve said, beaming with pride. “She used to be my dad. Hey, Nixi?”

“Mmm?” The woman had a faint smile on her face and a vacant look in her eyes.

“Sis got me halfway,” her son continued, stroking his cock a few times. “Finish me off.”

“Mmm, okay,” Nixi muttered, dropping to her knees and getting to work. A few licks in, she reached down under the frilly skirt and began stroking her own member.

Steve and I made some small talk while his former father sucked him off. I asked about the whole gender-swapping thing, of course; while only a minority of sons in Madreput choose to go that route, it’s a fairly usual sight. Steve estimated that maybe one in ten fathers has some kind of feminization imposed on him.

“I mean, having the extra set of holes sounds great, but...” I cleared my throat. “Not sure if I’d do it, personally. No offense.”

“None taken,” Steve chuckled, pulling out of Nixi’s mouth. Apparently he busted a nut while we were talking; a trickle of jizz dripped from between her parted lips. “You shouldn’t knock it until you try it, though.”

“Uh, you mean—”

“Nixi, why don’t you present for our guest?”

With a smile and a nod, the blank-faced woman walked over to the couch, laid down, and spread her legs. “Oh, um, missionary or from behind?” She looked at me expectantly, and her son followed suit.

“I, I don’t think I need to—”

“C’mon, Man, it’ll be fun,” my host said. “She’s super tight, I promise.”

After a moment’s thought, I shrugged, took a deep breath, then pounced on Steve’s bimbofied father.

I mean, yeah, part of me was weirded out... But the other part was rock-hard. Cucking your dad is one thing, but changing his body (and mind, maybe?) to make him your toy... That’s a whole ‘nother level of fucked up, and I mean that in the best way.

I’m home now (duh, that’s where I keep the diary), but I might take another walk in a ‘lil bit. I’ve got places to see and people to meet!